Author's note- This is part four of Caught Thinking. God, I'm a sucky person and haven't written anything for this story in ages. I am so sorry I suck. So here. Another chapter. Yay.

There's this mullet thing in here, it'll make sense when you read it. I just googled it and found some stuff. The stuffs from 'plague of the mullet.' Just encase people wanna check it out. Probably not though.

Castiel's thoughts are still in italics and this is set straight after part three. Like. Straight after. There are text messages in this one, I tried to make it as easy as possible to understand, I hope it's okay.

There's a little time jump, just from the evening to eating breakfast, I also hope that it's not too confusing.

WARNING FOR BAD USE OF LANGUAGE. (ALWAYS)

Disclaimer- I do not own Supernatural, any mullets, or any of the characters, nor am I making any money off of this.

"Why did I text him. Oh God, why." Castiel had hardly moved an inch since he hit send. He still sat crossed legged on his bed, trench coat still across his knees, cradling his phone, undecided about whether or not he wanted to clutch his phone tighter or throw it across the room. "Gabriel will kill you, bake your insides into a pie and sell it if you damage your phone." Castiel clutched it tighter.

"I'm going to be sick. No you're not. Doesn't stop me from feeling nauseous. Shouldn't he of text back by now? Just because you don't have a life doesn't mean that others don't have lives, Castiel. He's probably working at Singer's Auto, or on his Impala. He could be driving, hopefully he has some sense not to answer his phone while driving. You've seen the way he drives, he'd of answered." Castiel swallows as another theory dawned on him, "Dean is probably on a date with Lisa- Holy shit." There was a demonic 'ping' that derailed Castiel's train of thought. "What the fuck was that? Fuck, that was Dean replying. I am defiantly going to be sick now."

Hovering his thumb over the text notification, Castiel closed his eyes in one quick motion and swiped blindly across his screen. Holding his breath, Castiel peeked through his thick lashes.

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'Hey Castiel :) I was wondering when I would get a message from you. Do you mind if I call you Cas? Castiel's kind of a mouth full'

"There's a smiley face, and he's giving me a nickname. Cas." Castiel stared at the open message, re-reading it over and over again, committing it to memory. "He was wondering when he'd get a message from me. Was he waiting for me? Did he check his phone every five seconds? Was it is arms reach all evening?" His heart pounded in his throat as he tapped the screen to start his reply.

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'Cas is fine.'

"Should I also put a smiley face? What else do I say? How was your day? Just send it, he's the one that wanted you to text him, he'll supply the conversation."

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'Cas it is then :)'

"Supply the conversation I said, shit. What am I going to say to tha-" There was another demonic 'ping.'

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'Since your taste in music sucks I'm making you a mix tape'

"A mix tape?" The speed of Castiel's heart pounding raced and it took a few heavy swallows to dislodge his heart sticking to the inside of his throat. "Aren't mix tapes romantic gestures?"

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'A mix tape?'

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'I hope you like the classics'

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'Classics?'

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'Black Sabbath, Motor Head, Metallica, the greatest hits of mullet rock.'

"Often the mullet is misconceived to originate in the early 1980's in the US, thought that is generally regarded as the origin of the modern mullet. The original birth place of the mullet is unknown, but there is evidence to believe that they are linked back to the Egyptians because the Great Sphinx which dates back 4500 years ago has the short hair at the front, complete lack of side burns and the long flowing hair at the back." Castiel's thumb hovered over the send button, "no, I can't just bombard him with facts. He'll think you're a freak." Backspacing his message, Castiel stared non-blinking at his phone until the screen went dark.

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'Is the mix tape going to consist of only classics?'

"Best to avoid mullet facts," thought Castiel as he anxiously waited for Dean's reply.

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'You can take your anemic pop and shove it up your ass. You need a taste of the classics, something that isn't your brothers'

Castiel's thudding heart came to a shuddering halt in his throat and sunk to the pit of his stomach, "he knew? Of course he knew. Stupid Dean Winchester."

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'Gabriel's taste is a bit eccentric'

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'Eccentric is the wrong word to use'

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'What word would you use?'

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'Lame'

A bubble of laughter escaped Castiel and it surprised him, "Dean Winchester made me laugh, and it was at Gabriel's expense. He's made me laugh and he's making me a mix tape, this is insane. I wonder what he's wearing- No, that's inappropriate. I don't think I have a cassette player, who even uses those anymore?" With a slight confused frown, Castiel quickly typed out his next message.

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'Why are you making me a tape, instead of a CD?'

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'CD's are overrated, who needs a floppy piece of plastic when you can have a hard durable work of art that lasts forever?'

"Floppy? Hard? Are those sexual innuendos? Your looking too far into it, but I can't exactly argue with his logic."

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'The first cassette tape was developed in 1958, but they didn't get popular until 1964'

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'No shit, really? How do you even know that?'

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'I read a lot of books and know a lot of seemingly useless facts about most things'

"Why did I lie to him, he's going to find out I lied. Why didn't I just tell him I googled it? I'm a horrible person."

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'That's awesome, my brother Sam is really into that stuff too. You know Sam right?'

Castiel dropped his phone as if it had burnt him. "I didn't ring Sam and apologize for not being able to tutor him, he has a math test and needed my help. This is why Deans keeping a conversation with me, he wants to tear me a new one for ditching his brother. I have to apologize."

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'Yes I know Sam. He's a very bright young man and I apologize for skipping out on tutoring him this afternoon. Please would you pass on my apology? I'm sorry, I'll find him a new tutor tomorrow'

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'Cas, that's not what I meant. Sammy's okay with you bailing on him, he's a big boy and understands how stressful being a senior is. You probably just had a tone of homework or something, he gets it'

"He isn't mad?" Before he could think anymore on the subject, another message from Dean appeared in his inbox.

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'Your very own mix tape is ready for you, I'll give it to you tomorrow at school :)'

"He finished it already?" Castiel moved his eyes from his messages to the time at the top of his screen. "Shit, is it that late? Fuck, Gabriel's probably home and eaten without me. Fuck, I do actually have homework. Stupid Dean Winchester and his easy go nature of being easy to talk to, and fuck my need to calculate every reply I send him. He probably thinks I have a stick up my ass. It's probably time I got up. Oh God my feet are asleep." With a groan, Castiel unfolded his legs and stretched. He straightened his spine with a pained gasp and wiggled his toes, recirculating the blood flow and hopefully ward off pins and needles.

Standing, Castiel's trench coat slid off his lap and landed in a crumpled pile at his feet. Phone still in hand, Castiel extend both of his arms above his head and bent backwards, cracking his spine. Castiel sighed happily out his nose and ran a hand through his messy hair, he didn't realize how long his little stretching routine took until his phone gave another demonic 'ping.'

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'Your not going to avoid me tomorrow are you?'

"Um."

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'No'

To: Castiel, Sender: Dean- 'Great, I'll see you at your locker before period one. Have a goodnight Cas ;)'

"Was that a flirtation?" Castiel stated down at his phone, lips parted, a slight blush painted his cheeks.

To: Dean, Sender: Castiel- 'Goodnight Dean'

"That went okay, yeah. That was fine. Or was it? Okay, no, that was bad. Very, very bad. Dean made me a mix tape. He's going to see me at my locker tomorrow. I'm going to have a face to face conversation with Dean Winchester. Get a hold of yourself Castiel, breath, everything's fine. But don't forget that he can possibly read your mind. How could I of forgotten. But I now have Dean Winchesters cell phone number," despite himself, Castiel's heart started racing in him chest again. "I have Deans number and he has mine." Resisting the urge to dance with glee like a teenage girl, Castiel took a deep breath and put his phone onto charge.

"That's your third bowl of cereal," Gabriel was sitting across from Castiel, watching him shovel another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and then swallow.

It was the next morning. After Castiel had put his cell phone onto charge he had practically floated to the bathroom and was on cloud nine when he showered and when he crawled into bed. Completely ignoring the fact that he did have homework and hadn't eaten anything other than one of Gabriel's cupcakes and had fallen asleep rather quickly.

"I'm hungry," Castiel mumbled around the spoon in his mouth before scooping up some more, chewing it sarcastically much to the disgruntled scowl of Gabriel's gaze.

"Are we going to talk about what the hell was going on yesterday?"

Avoiding Gabriel's eyes, Castiel pushed the remainder of his cereal around with his spoon. "No," he thought, "I don't want to talk about what happened yesterday."

"It's stupid," Castiel admitted out loud with a blush. Gabriel just sat and waited for his younger brother to continue.

"There's this boy," he breathed quickly, watching his spoon chase the cereal around his bowl. Gabriel finished his toast and took a sip of his coffee before asking if the boy was Dean Winchester. Castiel nodded weakly and his faint blush deepened.

"Do you like him?" Gabriel questioned. His tone of voice was slightly teasing, but only slightly because even though this was a serious conversation, he was still Castiel's brother and this was some solid teasing material.

"No!" Castiel replied a little too loudly and quickly. "I don't like him, he's stupid." Castiel had raised his spoon while he talked and it was pointed at Gabriel's chest like it was there to threaten him and emphasis his point of Deans stupidness at the same time. "Liar," Castiel thought to himself quietly.

Gabriel was obviously not convinced, "what's the problem then?"

Castiel wet his lips with his tongue and dropped his spoon, wincing apologetically at the louder than expected clatter it made against the side of his bowl. Leaning back in his chair, Castiel squinted his eyes at Gabriel and pursed his lips, daring Gabriel to say anything now or interrupt later. Gabriel was all too familiar with Castiels squinty eyes and the way he puffed up his chest defensively, so he just sat back and mirrored him.

"I have a pathetic school girl crush on Dean and it sucks because he's kind of popular and I'm not. He plays sports and wears ripped jeans and the same leather jacket everyday. I don't know what to feel when I'm around him because there's no chance he can feel the same way about me. He probably thinks I'm weird like everyone else does because I'm always making a fool of myself in front of him and I sort of maybe freaked out his brother because of- Oh, um,-" Castiel's rant faltered a little and he hesitated while he reworded the thoughts in his head to avoid telling Gabriel about the whole insane mind reading thing. Gabriel just raised an eyebrow and Castiel was thankful he didn't say anything. "-Because," Castiel continued carefully, "Dean gave me this note in art yesterday with his phone number on it, and I didn't know how to react to that. Dean Winchester gave me his phone number so I text him and now everything's okay but it's still not okay because he made me a mix tape and now I'm going to have to talk to him face to face and-" Gabriel raised a hand.

"Cassie, you're going to blow a fuse, take a breath. There," Gabriel smiled, "isn't that better? Now, I think you should just go get him," he said with a wink and Castiel dropped his squinty eye glowering façade and blushed. "Don't over think it, okay? Let the magic flow-"

"-ew, Gabriel, don't wiggle your eyebrows like that-"

"-and maybe change out of that dirty coat."

Castiel sat up in his seat, "what's wrong with my coat?"

Crinkling his nose, Gabriel gave Castiel a once over, "everything. Go change. Wear the blue sweater vest." Pouting a little, Castiel did as Gabriel told him and then met his brother in his car. When Castiel climbed in and had his safety belt buckled, Gabriel turned to him and waited patently.

Castiel tugged at his sweater vest and fiddled with the hem. Sighing when Gabriel didn't start the car, Castiel said a little embarrassed, "it has been an acceptable amount of time for you to laugh now."

"I'm not going to laugh Cassie!" Gabriel said with a shit eating grin and he turned the keys in the ignition. "Castiel's all grown up," faking a sniff, Gabriel pulled out of their drive way and into the street. "Little Cassie has his first crush, I'm so proud." Gabriel dicked around all the way to school and Castiel was more than happy to get out of the car and watch his brother drive away.

"Now all I have to do is go inside and face Dean Winchester. I can do that, go with the flow like Gabriel said." Castiel took a deep breath, maybe even ran his fingers through his hair a few times and smoothed out his clothes before fixing his backpack over his shoulder and walking inside the building to Dean.