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"I would like to stay if that's okay." I was a little nervous not wanted to push things within my first five minutes in her class.

"Sure." She told me, before something over my shoulder caught her attention, after a parting smile she left and went to another student. I made my way to Dean's table. I stood next to the boy and I was seriously speechless when I saw his work, I was beautiful, no joke. It was amazing.

"Dean. That's really good." It was a picture of an angel, an angel in armour with a sword and a shield, beautiful white wings and sky in the background. Each part of the picture was in a different media.

"Thanks." He seemed a little embarrassed about me seeing it, but he didn't say anything about it though.

"Was there a theme?"

"Light and dark. So I thought; religion. One the one hand it gives people something to believe in, gives them hope. On the other people die because of it."

"I see. So why angels?" I was fascinated, I had to hear more, but I couldn't take my eyes of the picture made by Dean's hand.

"Angels are the biggest part of religion for me. My mum used to say they were watching over me, as she put me to bed. I used to believe her. There are different interpretations of angels too. There not some fluffy white creature sitting on a cloud with a harp. There warriors of god, you know?"

"Yeah." I was very impressed with his passion of his work and the subject; I couldn't help but think my dad might like him. Though obviously hate him completely if he knew just how much I liked him already.

"Here look at this, this picture kind of inspired my whole project." He opened his art book and skipped to the page of a familiar Painting. It was the one of The Arch Angel Michael, casting out Lucifer from heaven, I loved that piece one of my favourites. "You know it?" Dean asked as I stared at the page with a little smile on my face.

"I know the story well, my father has told me it many times, this piece is probably one of my favourite religious paintings. But I don't know the details of the artist though."

"It's by this dude called Raphael Sanzio, he was born on April, 1483. He was one of the most important artists of the Italian Renaissance, obviously I mean just look at his technique, my opinion he was one of the best. He painted and designed loads of pieces inside the actual Vatican."

"You're a fan."

"Yeah, he's awesome. There's a sculpture of this in Gasson Hall at Boston College by an Italian sculptor, erm Scipione Tadolini made in. Erm 1857? 60?1869. Would love to see it."

"You will one day." I don't know why I was so certain about that, but he was obviously so passionate about it, he was bound to see it one way or another.

"Yeah maybe." We stood in silence for a moment, when I eyes came across a medium I did not recognize.

"What's this?"

"Seriously?" his eyebrows shot up, I felt stupid and cast my eyes down to the floor, he softly bumped our shoulders together to get my attention, when I looked up he was smiling at me. Fuck that smile. "That's fine liner and water." He began, he pointed to another medium when I interrupted.

"I got the rest, coloured biro, black biro, chalk, coloured chalk, water colour, oil pastel, acrylic paint, watercolour pencil and collage." I stated pointed to each of them in turn.

"I'm impressed." He joked.

"So am I, you have a talent." I wasn't joking at all. Dean was like quite deep and I knew there was more to this boy then meets the eye. Which in a very weird way was kind of a turn on, or it might have been the fact he was still smiling at me, not sure all I know is that my head went a little light.

"Yeah right, it's not finished though. I need to draw the face."

"What is that going to be done in?"

"Pencil, the face I'm gonna stretch. Just need to find the right face."

"Wont any face do?" I sounded like a naïve kid.

"No, it needs to be the right one. Miss said I should do a self portrait but that's kinda douchey, don't you think? Drawing your self as an angel, I was thinking someone from my family but not of them really" Dean then looked at me like really looked at me and he slowly said the next four fours, he seemed to be in thought. "Strike. Me. As. Angelic."

"What?" I asked he was looking at me strange and I didn't know if I liked it.

"You." He repeated as he took a step towards me.

"Me what?"

"You're face. It's perfect. Can I draw you?" that took me aback, was he serious?

"Me, an angel?" that's laughable, I mean according to my dad I'm going to hell for one and as bad as I may be I don't think I'm Lucifer bad, so angel? No.

"Yeah." He repeated as a smile grew on his face. I didn't know what to say all I could really do was ask,

"Why?" I asked, Dean laughed for a minute looking at the floor; he stopped then looked at me.

"You're beautiful." He almost whispered, right then and there I realised that this boy? I was never going to be able to let him go.

There was a snort of laughter on the table to the left of us from a boy with glasses and shaggy black hair.

"Did you say something Ray?" Dean asked as he went over to the boy, now concentrating very hard of his drawing.

"No." he mumbled trying not to look him in the eye.

"Huh? Didn't quite hear you." Dean pushed leaning closer to the boy, I felt a little uncomfortable watching this, but this ray wasn't completely innocent.

"I didn't say anything Dean."

"Good." He snapped, turned and came back to me.

"You don't want my face to ruin your work." I laughed it off though I really wanted Dean to draw me, it seemed a really good excuse to be near him, oh god I'm pathetic.

"Its ruined without your face, go on. Please say yes."

"Sure." I said as I rolled my eyes and tried not to smile so much.

"Yes. Would it be okay if you came around mine sometime, so I could finish. I'm not going to get it done today." Dean started out so confident and as his sentence developed he got quieter and more nervous, I couldn't help but internally 'aww' at that.

"I'd like that."

"Okay." He beamed, "Wait there." Dean walked off leaving me examining his work, the detail was amazing and the blending of the colour, beautiful. I was excited that I was going to be apart of it. He came back and stood next to me hold a digital camera and smiling at me.

"What are you doing with that?" I asked as he looking suspiciously at the camera in his face, I didn't like photos.

"I need pictures of my model." He explained, I wanted to back out then but I couldn't do it. "Put this on." He told me hand me a big piece of white material, I didn't get it.

"Why?"

"Suspicious little guy aren't you." He joked.

"Sorry." Then before it knew it I get a face full of white material josh threw at me. He laughed as I looked the material off and he saw my face.

"You apologise a lot too." It was true, when you live with a man like my father, you have to be very careful with every thing you do or say.

"Sorry," I told him, then winced and said it again "sorry." Dammit, I was really making myself look like a freak. To my surprised me laughed and held my shoulder, moved me to the left and draped the martial around me.

"Just stand still." He instructed, I just nodded.

"I want to isolate your face." He explained the use of the material. Made sense I thought. "Miss, Can you hold this up at the back please?"

"Sure." He told him before walking over and hold it but behind me.

"Thanks." He told her before turning back to me. "Relax Cas." He whispered as he flattered a little bit of hair that was sticking out. I swear his touch was actually electric. Dean moved back and snapped a photo of my whole face, "Look to the left." He instructed I did and he took a load I lost count how many. Each picture was at a different angle and distance; some were just of certain parts of my face. "To the right." He did the same to the other side of my face "Now at me." I turned my face and looked him in the eye, he raised the camera a like but stopped, he was looking at me, the whole room felt like it doubled in heat, "Good." He whispered before addressing me. "Stay still." He took a few more photos of my face as a whole, then he finally finished and I could move again. "Thanks." He told the teacher who nodded and left, then he turned to me. "Thanks Cas. Just going to print these out."

"Okay." I told him as I placed the material on the table. "Cas." Dean said from behind me.

"Yeah." I asked as I turned.

"Smile." He told me as he thrust his free hand into my side. He snapped a picture of me as I girlishly squeaked at the contact, grinning like a twat.

Dean stopped tickling me and pressing a few buttons on the camera, he smiled and showed me the picture of me laughing.

"That's better." He told me, I looked up to catch his eye, "You should smile more." He stated before he turned and walked to the classroom computer, leaving me standing there. I'm not ashamed to say that I was very confused at what just happened, and my heart had yet to return to its normal pace.


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