So I understand that I haven't updated this in like...a month...and this is reeeeeaaally shitty. So I'm sorry. But I had a lot of personal and academic things going on, what with the worsening of my bipolar disorder and depression as well as an entire six hour work load and sports on top of that...it was a little Hellish to say the least. Anyway, I've been wanting to write some short pieces, some poetry and one-shots mostly, and I felt guilty about starting anything new without at least updating this series so here it is. Shitty chapter number seven, enjoy my crap. Please do keep a lookout for some of my one-shots and poetry! Don't forget to review!
Chapter 7: The Awkward Moment
After Dean and Castiel's little coffee date, Castiel had reluctantly pulled himself from the warm gaze of his newest secret interest. Well, secret was certainly an overstatement. Castiel was simply making a terribly feeble attempt at trying to hide his feelings in public.
Dean Winchester was going to be the death of him. Castiel could barely contain his wide smile throughout his shift at the library, so much that one of the girl's he worked with had asked him if he had finally let himself get laid again. That had shut Castiel up pretty quickly, and he had covered his face up for the rest of work before finally scurrying out of the building with a brief wave. Upon returning to his flat, he realized that he still hadn't gotten Dean's number so he idly stared at the wall above his desk as he tapped his pen against his linear algebra textbook in his pathetic hour-long math session in which he quite literally accomplished nothing. He settled with doodling Dean's name in girly hearts all over the corner of his notebook before collapsing into bed to dream of his green-eyed friend.
That got his heart racing enough. The fact that he could even say that he knew and regularly conversed with Dean Winchester was good enough for him, he didn't really need anything more than that. Of course, if Dean was actually interested in a nerd like him, who was Castiel to refuse?
Castiel woke up to the droning of the morning report on the news station he had his alarm set to. Sometimes he wondered if he was completely deranged to think that was a logical wake up call. His usual morning routine progressed slower than normal. He dragged himself into the shower, taking only a few minutes to clean himself up before drying himself off and tossing on a pair of dark wash jeans and a simple white button down that he rolled the sleeves up on. Running his fingers through his hair gave him the desired I-just-got-out-of-bed-after-having-hot-sex look that he stuck to everyday and he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a protein bar and putting his stainless-steel kettle on to boil. Downing his protein bar quickly and making his usual milky coffee before drinking that just as fast, he then grabbed his black backpack and grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter. He briefly caught his appearance in the mirror on his closet as he went back to his room to grab his phone.
While he did not think he was exactly 'hot-shit' as kids nowadays were putting it, Castiel didn't really think he was unattractive. He was slim, but still lean with muscle from all his years swimming as a teenager which had also kept his face relatively full. He didn't look repulsive with the gentle lazy stubble that gathered over several days of stressful studies, and he could rock out pretty much any old band shirt he grabbed from his closet. Despite the little effort that he actually put into his daily appearance, he didn't look like some of the freaked out hobo-like students that he saw in some of his more advanced classes, and that's all that really mattered to him anyway.
After grabbing his phone and sliding it into his pocket, he slipped out of his front door, locking it quickly and jumping down the steps to his door. His flat was surprising close to not only the Winchester's, but also the university campus. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky with its location, but he was definitely glad that he had on mornings like this. He felt like a bus had hit him after barely sleeping due to Dean's tantalizing appearances in his dreams. He groaned internally, dragging a hand over his face as he walked up the brick path to his Calculus lecture hall.
"Rough night?" Sam's deep voice appeared next to him and Castiel shot his eyes up to stare at the gigantic man with tired eyes. Sam was always ridiculously chipper every morning for lectures, and Castiel highly doubted that it had anything to do with the triple-shot latte he got every morning from the campus coffee shop.
"Samuel Winchester. If you use that tone one more time with me this morning, I may just punch you," Castiel growled as he grabbed the coffee from the large hands and took a healthy gulp of the vanilla froth. Sam simply grunted out a chuckle before taking the cup back from Castiel.
"You ready for this new lesson? Apparently this next month is gonna be killer. I checked ahead in the book to plan some review sessions with the Math club..." Sam then continued on to discuss some ridiculous plans he had already made for this year's Calculus class but Castiel had long since stopped paying attention. His eyes had drifted to the bow-legged man who now leaned against the brick wall next to the door to his lecture hall, talking with his midget brother. Castiel sighed gently as they straightened and began their walk to whatever class they also happened to share.
Sam's eyes had followed Castiel's and noticed where he was looking as he faded out of the conversation. "Whose that kid?" Sam asked with a gentle huff of breath at being ignored when talking about something so incredibly important as the future of his tutoring career.
Castiel slowly craned his head back to look at Sam as the two men disappeared into the main building. "That is my brother. His name is Gabriel. He and Dean shared Calc 1 together and became acquainted."
Sam quirked an eyebrow, letting out what sounded like an 'oh', before they both waltzed into the lecture hall. They were greeted fondly by the female professor whom they were friendly with due to their success in their mathematics.
"Hello boys. I take it you are already aware of the basics of trig so this lesson may seem a bit repetitive for the most part, I'm sorry to say," Professor Talbot informed them as they entered the room. Castiel seethed; why the Hell was he here to review trig when they were in the third and final Calculus class? He huffed out as he collapsed into his seat and let out a hiss of pain as his head connected with the desk.
"Cas, dude, calm down. It won't be that bad. You can help me with the linear algebra homework instead," Sam piped up, smiling broadly at the thought of being taught by the more intellectual student. Castiel then sat up suddenly, getting very close to Sam as he turned in his seat and folded his legs under one another with a big smile on his exhausted face.
"Sam! How would you like to come on a double date with Gabriel, Dean, and myself?" Castiel asked excitedly.
Sam's face immediately fell. Castiel grinned at Sam with a look that simply reeked of, 'You aren't getting any linear algebra help from me, since I didn't do shit for that class last night.' He breathed out heavily, hair flying out from in front of his face.
"I've never even met your brother, and I don't really want to be involved in another...eye-sex fest with you and Dean," Sam muttered, pausing a little before ending his sentence with a flick of his finger at Castiel and the empty air before him.
"Oh come on, Sam. I mean, Gabe is a little flamboyant but he's a pretty nice guy. He's funny...he's an art major," Castiel quietly continued as his professor began the droll lecture of review.
Sam seemed to perk up a bit at the mention that he was an art major. "Wait. Art major? Are you trying to tell me that Gabriel Novak, art major, class clown, sweet-tooth dork is your brother? You're kidding me, right?"
Castiel's eyebrows quirked up before narrowing into thin slits like his eyes. "You know my brother, Sam Winchester?"
Sam briefly snorted. "Know him? I'm a huge fan of his works. I only go to the school art conventions that we host to see his work. While his choice in model and portrait is a little far from appropriate, what with the naked men and sex positions, but he definitely has a way with lead and paper. The muscle contour, the shading, the perfect accuracy and display of male proportions..." Sam trailed off, seemingly realizing that he was fangirling a bit. "Yeah, I mean, sure, if you're inviting me, I'll come with you guys."
Castiel clapped his hands together silently in his delight. He had certainly perked up with the idea that Sam might actually be interested in Gabriel. Gabe really needed an actual friend or two, rather than his chat room friends and having all of his fellow classmates laughing at his antics during lectures.
The lecture went by at a painstaking pace. The hour seemed to drag on for way longer than what an hour normally felt like. Castiel and Sam slowly walked out of class, discussing the format for the middle school Mathlete tournament they were arranging for their service hours they needed for their club, when Dean walked up to them.
"Hey Cas. Hey Sam," Dean smiled broadly, staring obviously at Castiel, causing him to look down at his feet. "Did you guys get a chance to talk about getting together with Gabe?"
Sam nodded briefly, hitching his backpack over his shoulder as it slipped from its resting place. "Yeah, Cas mentioned it. Wanna just go for coffee after we finish our lessons? Cas has library work around the same time that I start my English lecture so we'll walk to the coffee shop and meet you guys there," Sam suggested nonchalantly. Castiel quirked an eyebrow at him; was he trying to act like he wasn't actually interested in meeting Gabriel? Dean agreed without noticing the interaction between Castiel and his brother, walking off towards his next class.
Castiel decided it was probably best that he not say anything to Sam about how he acted towards Dean about Gabriel. He guessed that Sam had some good reason to behave like he wasn't interested, after all, they were brothers.
Besides, Castiel was too busy now worrying about his physics final to be concerned about Sam and his ridiculous emotional complex. The moment he walked in and sat down he had written furiously in order to prepare himself sufficiently for this exam later. He guessed he would just have to see how things went with his overly excitable brother and strangely shy best friend at their date. What could possibly go wrong?
So this sucked and I'm really sorry. I tried to cram a whole bunch of stuff into this chapter in my original plan but it just seemed like way too much for one chapter, so I decided to divide it again. Hopefully the next chapter is more interesting
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