Hey, You Beautiful People,

Welcome to chapter 4 and right on time...and chapter five is almost done too *dances like a spazz*... Hey you know one of those items i said would be reocurring, well it is popping up in a big way. Also to make myself clear i was talking like actual physical items. Maybe I wasn't clear. The last scene was an interesting one write...because after you all were so happy that Dean was a good guy... sooo i had to make him one...in the original first write up he wasn't. He was actually with the others in the scene before plotting and just being a bad guy. Though i have to say i like him as a good guy. hmm i wonder how this will effect the story later? oh well something i will worry about when i get there.

Now you know the drill please Read, Review, and enjoy =) And of course as always i don't own supernatural...just the crazy plot i put them in...and i'm sure theres not a whole lot of originality there either.

Kai

Castiel stretched his arms above his head as Dean's alarm clock began to wail the next morning. He heard Dean groaned and then the creaking of his bed frame sounded, indicating that Dean had stood up. Dean's footfalls were soft on the tile floor and Castiel listened to each of them intently. Dean hadn't spoken one word to Castiel since he had caught Castiel with Balthazar.

Dean grumbled something that Castiel didn't catch as he paced past Castiel bed heading to the common bathroom down the hall.

Castiel blinked his eyes a few times as his eyes adjusted to the bright light of the morning that seeped through the window, while as he sat up and groaned. Gently he pushed a hand through his hair as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. His feet hit the cool tile and he jerked them back slightly in surprise at how cold it had been to his touch. This was quickly becoming his routine as he placed them back down and stood up slowly walking strait to his wardrobe and pulling out his uniform.

He changed into his uniform quickly and turned, when he heard Dean reenter their room with a loud grumble about how the showers had been cold. Castiel shrugged indifferently as he fumbled with the buttons of navy blue shirt, but his focus was lost when he noticed Dean begin to shed his clothes into a crumpled pile upon the floor.

He noticed everything about Dean, like the way his muscles rippled even at his slightest flexing. In all truth Castiel had never noticed anyone this way before. Sure he had seen it all with Balthazar before because the guy just couldn't keep it in his pants, but he really only ever got this when he was around Dean.

He only ever became self conscious when he saw or thought of Dean. He had never wanted to be with someone as much as he wanted to be with Dean. If he could he would choose to be with Dean as often as he could. Like he had told Balthazar, he was falling for Dean and he was falling for Dean hard.

"Dude! Take a picture it will last longer." Dean snarled as he shoved past Castiel and out the door heading most likely heading to the mess hall for breakfast.

Castiel blushed and he hid his face behind the door of the wardrobe. He could have kicked himself for being so obvious. He sighed and went back to finishing up buttoning his buttons before he followed Dean downstairs.

Castiel followed many paces behind Dean and didn't dare sit with him. The group of students Dean chose to sit with was a group that probably deserved to be here. Castiel noticed Chuck sitting in a far corner of the mess hall a plate of food in front of him that he didn't seem to be touching.

Castiel sat down beside him as he gazed across the room and over at Dean, who was laughing at something someone probably said. He looked down at the table and then back up at Chuck, who rolled his eyes as he stared darkly at Castiel's expression.

"I wouldn't get too attached to Winchester if I were you, since he only cares about two things. His little brother and his father. Both of which you are not." Chuck muttered to himself as he took a long sip from his orange juice that had been spiked as far as Castiel could tell.

"I know that." Castiel sighed and he placed his head in his hand and rested his elbow upon the table.

"Oh, well I wasn't sure, since you seem to play for that team." Castiel glared at Chuck darkly and Chuck looked down at the table. "Sorry."

"Whatever." Castiel muttered and pushed a hand through his messy hair before stole one more glace over at Dean's table. Finally Castiel huffed and stood up abruptly from the table, leaving the mess hall and Dean behind. He didn't really feel like eating anymore.

Dean looked up and saw Castiel pace out of the mess hall before he looked over at Chuck, who just shrugged and got up and joined them at the other groups table. Dean bit his lip and stood up nodding a quick goodbye to the others as he hustled out of the mess grabbing the last muffin on his tray just before he left.

"News, Chuck?" The rough voice with a British accent sounded from the seat that had been to the right of Dean before he had left. Chuck jumped in his seat and looked over at the groups raven haired ringleader.

"He's in deep for Winchester. But I haven't found out much about his family. He keeps that side really private. I don't even think Dean knows." Chuck said with a shrug once he had composed himself.

"Winchester? Chuck I need you to hack the Academy's database. I need to know what that guy is hiding and I need to know as soon as possible." Crowley sneered as he took a bite of his runny eggs and then spit them back out on to his tray, "Would it kill them to actually get some decent bloody food in this hell hole."

"Yeah, I probably can, but why? What does the plan have to do with Castiel?" Chuck muttered quietly as his eyes flickered from Crowley, to the Raphael at tall black boy, with serious father issues, and then finally to Luc a blond guy with short blond hair, who had a temper to match and the only thing Chuck could compare the guy to, was the devil himself.

"Castiel has the potential to be a very important pawn, but we have to do something to win Winchester over to our side. I'm sure his strange moral values would get in the way if he finds out exactly what we are doing. We need to promise him the one thing he can't refuse." Crowley said slowly and all the eyes fell on him. Luc nodded, while Raphael shrugged. Chuck on the other hand just bit his nails.

"I think you have really out done yourself Crowley. What if deception is added into your equation?" Luc asked as a smirk grew across his lips, which made Chuck shivered.

"Wait, what are you going to do if they do actually like each other?" Chuck asked in his quiet voice once again and all the eyes turned to look at him. He flushed and looked down at the table.

"You do have a point, but that's where the information I need comes in. Get it for me and our problems will just slip away." Crowley said with a small snicker as he picked up his tray and got up from his table. The entire group followed except for Chuck, who seemed to be frozen to his seat.

"Do you think it will work? Your plan I mean?" Chuck called out abruptly and the group turned to look at him and he withered deeper into his seat.

"As long as you don't screw it up by giving it away to either Castiel or Dean, we should be fine. Now I suggest you be on your way and I also suggest you start on the little project I gave you, since you never know when I might pop in for a visit." A dark sneer formed across Crowley's lips and Chuck nodded his up and down in agreement.

Castiel looked around the dorm room as he searched desperately for his missing literature book that he needed for class today. He had searched for it after Balthazar left but it didn't turn up and now he was beginning to panic because in a few short periods he was really going to need it. He felt desperate as he slouched down upon his bed about to give up the search when the door opened and Dean entered.

Castiel blinked at Dean in surprise as held out his hand that clutched the muffin, "Here!" Dean said as Castiel just stared at it completely dumbfounded. "I saw that you hadn't eaten anything." Castiel's jaw gapped slightly, but reluctantly reached out and took the muffin out of Dean's hand

Dean smiled abruptly and Castiel's cheeks flushed brightly, which made him look away and down at the floor.

"Thanks." He muttered back to Dean as he placed the muffin down on his bed and went back to searching for his missing literature book, "Um, could you have possibly seen my literature book?" He asked quietly as he looked over at Dean, who just raised an eyebrow at him.

"And what if I had?" Dean said a smirk growing upon his face as Castiel's frantic eyes locked on him.

"Well then can you tell me where it is then? I have that class right after lunch and I couldn't find it yesterday…" Castiel pleaded as Dean gave him a look of mock concern.

"Really? Well I guess I could point you in the right direction, but you're going to have to do something for me first." Dean chuckled and Castiel's eyes narrowed upon Dean.

"What do you have in mind?" Castiel muttered with a biting edge as he glared at Dean.

"Just a quick kiss. You let that other guy kiss you. How is this any different?" Dean said with a wink and Castiel felt all of his hostility slip away as he looked away from Dean nervously, while he shook his head.

"No, I don't think that's really such a good idea." Castiel muttered as he began to run his hands though his untamed hair. Dean snorted and Castiel's eyes shot back up to Dean's face.

"Why not? I've seen the way you look at me? I also know you swing that way from the show you gave me last night, so what harm could come of it? I mean a kiss doesn't mean that much right?" Dean said slowly as he shrugged his shoulders.

Castiel bit his lower lip and nodded, "I guess that's true." He muttered in a soft voice that Dean could barely hear.

Castiel heard Dean take a step closer to him and he felt his air hitch in his lungs as he looked into Dean's jade green eyes. Dean had a little smile spread across his lips as he reached his hand up and gently stroked Castiel's cheek. Castiel swallowed hard and pressed his eyes closed tight as Dean began to lean in.

"You look like you're in pain Cas. Do you really think kissing me is going to be that bad? I'm hurt." Dean whispered and Castiel's eyes shot open as he gapped at Dean.

"No…It's just that you don't seem the type…" Castiel's voice faded and he looked away from Dean suddenly embarrassed, while Dean ran his tongue over his upper lip for a moment.

"Trust me; I'm just your type." Dean muttered his lips just barely brushing against Castiel's, who looked panicked once again with Dean being so close to him.

The next moment Dean leaned in and closed the small gap that had been between them, and their lips brushed together. The kiss started off chaste, until Castiel attempted to pull away. Only to find that one of Dean's hands had weaved it's self into his hair, preventing his escape.

Dean pressed his lips to Castiel's harder and Castiel felt his lips slide apart allowing Dean to push his tongue forward into Castiel's mouth. Castiel let out a low moan of pleasure and finally Dean's hand fell releasing Castiel from his grasp. Dean took a step and smirked at the young man, who had a vacant expression spread across his face.

Dean then turned and walked over to his bed and looked under it and quickly extracted Castiel's literature book. He placed it gently into Castiels' hands and quickly turned him towards the direction of the door.

"I suggest you hurry on to your first period." Dean whispered into Castiel's ear, making him shiver. This statement seemed to knock the sense back into Castiel because he quickly turned to look at Dean over his shoulder and their eyes locked for a moment. Castiel gave Dean a small smile before he turned and hurried down the hall of the dorm out of site.

Dean exhaled a long breath suddenly and his body slumped against the dorm room door. That kiss hadn't been what he had expected at all; in fact Dean could already feel himself begin to slip under.