There was a slight tap at the door and Dean raised his head from his bed. Being a light sleeper had its perks.

At the doorway stood none other than Castiel. He was dressed in a thin Super Dry tee and a pair of slim jeans that were rolled up at his ankles. Surprisingly enough, he had his hair all pulled back with bobby pins revealing his smooth and creamy looking forehead. It was... Cute. His intoxicating blue eyes were trained on Dean's half-awake form, as if taking the resting man in.

Finally, the silence was killing him. "What. Do you. Want. Cas." His voice was raspier than he had ever noticed before. He could hardly even recognize his own voice.

He was doing that thing again where he just stands there and watches him; and honestly it made Dean a little uncomfortable. He had never really liked to be under scrutiny, it made his skin crawl just knowing that it was Cas doing it.

Dean turned his head and looked at the boy standing there.

"Are you awake?"

"Am I supposed to answer that?" He sounded like death. He felt like it, too.

"I'll take that as a yes," he concluded, and took a step into the room. He noticed an article of clothing on the floor and bent over to pick it up. It was a pair of shorts. Castiel turned and tossed it into a little blue hamper by Dean's closet.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dean asked. "Why are you in my room?"

Castiel looked up from picking up a white tee with some black words across the chest of it. He looked it over and also tossed it into the hamper. "It looked like you needed some help."

Help? "Well as much as I'm sure you're enjoying playing Mommy, I can take care of my room just fine."

Castiel bent over to pick up a pair of socks off the floor, bending his perfectly shaped ass hardly a foot away from Dean's face. He was sure his face had heated up a million degrees and gave away everything he was thinking because when Castiel stood back up and put the clean socks away, he looked at Dean strangely.

"What's the matter?" he asked, cocking his head slightly to the side in that unexplainably adorable and innocently bird-like motion that he did.

Dean knotted his eyebrows together and shook his head, pretending to stretch in bed. "Nothing. Uh—why are you in here again?" he asked as he moved to sit up.

All too suddenly, Castiel was bending over right in front of him so that their faces were only inches away. He pressed his cool and soft hand to Dean's forehead and held it there for a second, staring at the hand. All the progress that Dean had had trying to rid his blush was all wasted. He was embarrassed and blushing like a little schoolgirl.

"You don't feel hot," he noted, pressing his hand to his own forehead and then taking a step back. When Dean got his breathing back to normal, he shuddered.

"Who said I was sick?" he asked.

"Last night. You didn't look so good and your face was burning up," Cas countered, looking at Dean meticulously. Then the boy's face turned a little awkward and his checks reddened.

"Did something happen?" Dean asked curiously. He furrowed his brows. Why didn't he remember? Oh yeah, besides the fact that he was shit faced beyond recognition.

"No—nothing. If you would get dressed, I would love to take you to breakfast."

Dean moved so fast that he gave himself a headache.

This made Castiel smile. "I'll help you nurse that hangover. Don't worry, I'm good at playing Mommy," he said and added a flirtatious wink before he skipped out of the room, leaving Dean to his thundering thoughts.

To tell the truth, Dean couldn't stop imagining Cas in a tiny nurse's costume. And it was turning him on more than he could explain.


Castiel pressed his back against Dean's door. Had he slipped up and put his foot in his mouth? He didn't mean to remind Dean of what exactly had happened last night. He hadn't revealed much. But it was enough to get Dean's imagination going—no doubt.

"Cas! What's wrong?" Dean demanded, squeezing his hands to Cas' biceps. He had run off from Dean's car, screaming like a howler monkey all the way to their dormitory.

He was shaking. "No—nothing. Err—I don't know," he hiccupped randomly, "how to explain it."

"Well at least give it a shot," Dean continued. Castiel could smell the alcohol on his breath and it was no shot in the dark that Dean was completely smashed. "I want to help you, I really do, buddy."

Definitely smashed.

Okay, so Cas was supposed to just come out of the closet about the whole ghost-girl thing? No, that was impossible—stupid if anything. He wanted more than anything (at this point and time) to just be friends, closer, to Dean—not scare him away with Castiel's sketchy schizophrenic girls.

"I—I thought I saw something," he finally said. He shook his head. He didn't feel right about not telling the whole truth. It was weird. The look in Dean's eye made it feel like he was okay with Cas just telling him everything—starting from the strange one-eyed girl from the locker room on Dean's first day a week ago.

"It was weird; I wasn't in my right frame of mind at the time," Cas concluded, throwing his hands up. Dean still didn't remove his tight grip from Castiel's shoulders. Strangely, the death grip wasn't scaring him as much as it did just a minute ago. It was bizarrely, oh sue him, turning him on.

"Dean."

He was still holding him until finally when Dean had snapped out of whatever daydream he was having, let go of the poor guy and took a step or two back. "Sorry," he apologized.

Castiel gazed at Dean's soft and pouty looking lips as he spoke that one tiny word. They were slightly chapped, but who cares. His probably were two; they had both been drinking. Maybe that was the reason why he felt so curiously attracted to the taller man in that second.

"Don't be," Cas hardly whispered as he took a step closer and slid his hand into Dean's dirty blond hair. It felt soft in his fingers and he relished in the moment. Dean seemed to have, he couldn't tell for sure but growled hungrily.

He didn't really know what he was doing, but Cas' chest moved like a magnet so that it was pressed up against Dean's and then their lips were…

Castiel devoured Dean's lips in one touch. He didn't need to stare at them any longer; he wanted them. Craved for them to be against his heated ones. Dean's arms wrapped strongly around Cas' waist, and the two were like white on rice. There was no separation.

Unexpectedly, Castiel felt himself being roughly thrust against a wall behind him and pinned by Dean's dominating hands. They searched and prodded, dead set against touching every part of Castiel's abdomen.

Some rush of adrenaline caused Castiel to have a sudden surge of strength that allowed him to push Dean off of him and so that now Dean was the one thrust against the wall with his arms pinned above his head. Little did Castiel know how much it turned Dean on in his overly drunken state when Cas took control of him; and for some reason, this scared Dean. He was so used to always being the man in control, and for once, he wasn't. And he liked it. What really was fucking going on with him?

At the end of the hallway rang a shrill noise. It was the sound of the drop of a pair of keys. Boy boys bumped into each other and then pulled away.

At this, Castiel jutted out, pressing his lips to Dean's so hard that his tooth went into his own lip on accident. The shorter man felt the strong taste of copper in his mouth. As they broke apart, only a line of spit now connecting their lips, Cas lifted a finger into his lips and swabbed it, pulling it away to see the red coloured substance sticking to his fingers.

"Shit," he murmured.

And as if he hadn't just looked at his blood or anything that Dean would normally be grossed out about, he dove into Castiel's neck and began kissing and licking.

"There's a teacher here, you need to go," Castiel said in a husky whisper.

A moment later when Dean had opened the door to the dormitory and was long gone up the stairs by now, an older, taller man walked by and Castiel whipped out his cell phone, making it look like he was aggressively texting someone. He didn't seem to portray it very well; to the man, his face looked more like he was constipated. But the man didn't seem to give it a second thought and carried on. What he was doing walking around at nearly two thirty am on a Friday night, Cas would never know.


There was an on campus café that Castiel enjoyed going to whenever he was in need of a quick bite. Since it was nearly eleven, there weren't too many people in the store; most people out and about, enjoying their Saturdays to their fullest, although the place definitely wasn't deserted.

The two sat down in two chairs opposite of each other, and to anyone around them, they just looked like two buddies who were going out to get some decent breakfast before a big cram or something similar (since Dean hadn't decided to dress it up any). But truthfully, between the two of them currently was a static charge of sexual tension in the air, both of them feeling if they got too close to the other that they would get painfully zapped.

To both of their surprise, that girl from the party the other night that Castiel had been talking to showed up at their table to take their orders. Cas' mind was blank. He mentally cursed himself for forgetting her name.

She was tall though looked as though she was big boned; she had long dark hair and eyes to match. There wasn't anything exactly striking about the way that she looked although those yoga pants were a little on the small side…

"Hello, what can I get for you?" she asked politely, looking a little wary when she looked at Dean, but brightened up like the sun when she turned to the half-smiling Cas.

Thank God for nametags, he thought internally. "Hi Megan," he read almost robotically. If there was a fiber in Meg that thought that that had sounded a little forced, it was completely forgotten when he shot her a killer smile.

"H—hi, Castiel; I'm surprised you remember me from last night. I—"

"What do you mean last night?" Dean asked, fury growing in his eyes. He glared at her and she recoiled quickly, but only for a second. She caught herself and an almost cynical smile spread on her lips.

"At the party, Dean." She looked unsurprised. "Remember me?" she asked. Dean furrowed his brows, a look of relief on his face, but why? Castiel was confused.

He bit his lower lip in an almost (just almost) irresistible way. Unfortunately (or not), Castiel was not in the mood to cause a scene in front of his favourite café because his roommate was extremely turning him on and he wanted his kisses badly.

"Oh yeah, you the weird chick that was into knives?" he asked, an intimidating smile on his lips, as if to say, 'What the fuck are you going to do about it, Loser?'

She glared daggers at Dean's face, but other than that, she just gripped her pen tighter.

A little, though soothing, hand touched the hand with the pen in it and she automatically relaxed. She looked down at the other man sitting at the table with a compassionate look on his face.

"Sorry, Megan, he's in a horrid mood. He drank far more than he should have last night. If you could understand…" Castiel drifted off, and Meg couldn't stay mad any longer.

"No problem," she said tensely as she cocked her head to the side and glared once again at Dean. "Let me just go get you a different server. And by the way, Castiel," she paused and smiled flirtatiously at Castiel, "call me Meg."

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked off with a bold attitude to the front of the store. The two watched as she disappeared behind a door and a second later, Charlie popped out. She looked a little shocked to see the two boys, and a little embarrassed.

"Castiel, I told you to never come here in the mornings," she groaned as she approached their table.

"Nonsense. I shall do whatever I want whenever and wherever I want. There is no point and trying—"

To Charlie it all sounded like a lot of blabber, so she did what she normally did around Castiel and blatantly ignored him. "Alright, what can I gettcha, Deandre?" she asked Dean, using his girlish nickname.

"Saturday Special, Charles," he replied, closing his menu. "And a coffee. Black, like my women," he said wolfishly, shooting a wink at a blushing Castiel.

Charlie chuckled. "You're hi-larious. And you?" she asked, turning to Castiel.

He sighed and shuddered a little bit. "I'll have the granola yogurt with fruit, please," he said eloquently, handing Charlie his menu. "Thank you."

"On a diet, Cas?" she teased and he formed a smirk, shaking his head.

She smiled at him quickly before rushing off to the kitchen to give the chef the orders. Dean and Cas sat quietly at the table for some time. There wasn't really much to bring up, and last night was out of the question.

"Listen, Cas," Dean began. "I'd like to know exactly what happened last night."

Well.

Wow. Castiel's heart was on a wild rampage. He had to bring up just exactly what Castiel didn't want to talk about, didn't he? Of course. It's Dean fucking Winchester. His heart swelled, and he knew what he had to do, the man might as well hear it from the source—

"Like, when you ran out of my car screaming like that, it honestly scared the shit out of me. I thought there was some kind of serial killer in the back or something," he said, chuckling.

"Oh," Castiel said, breathing a sigh of relief. Thank the lords. Thank the Gods in Heaven. Castiel had misinterpreted what he said. "I just…" he didn't know how to explain without lying. What was he supposed to do? "I just, I just was a little jumpy from the start of the drive… I thought I saw something and seriously, that was all."

Dean nodded. "Alright." He held his hands up. "I wasn't going to press you or anything. Just curious."

The food arrived relatively quickly and the boys went at the food. It was a plate of a large omelet, some bacon and toast, and then a side of fruit. Dean pushed aside his fruit and Castiel began eating it. He honestly wasn't too hungry; he was more or less thirsty for coffee if anything.

Both of their hot drinks came and Castiel began slurping away absentmindedly.

"Sooo… Did you pull me out here for a specific reason? I mean I didn't even get a chance to shower yet. What was the rush?"

Castiel wrinkled his nose. "Yes, you do smell a little as I've noticed," Cas deadpanned. Dean glared at him, and to his surprise, Castiel popped a little smile. Dean was caught off guard, but something dark caught his eye. He saw Meg behind the counter with a pissy looking Ruby (the dark haired girl) and an energetic Charlie. Charlie seemed to be talking to the two girls while Ruby was too bored to listen and Meg was too busy gazing at Castiel to comprehend anything being said.

"Before you answer that," Dean said, and Castiel stopped smiling and dug into his food. "What's the deal with you and that fat girl. She seems interested."

Castiel cocked his head to the side, his mouth still chewing. "Is that so? I didn't notice." He stuffed some more food into his mouth and Dean raised a brow.

"Alright, Asperger boy. But seriously, she's been staring over here for the last five minutes. Since you ate that first fucking strawberry," Dean concluded, crossing his arms, feeling a little unsettled.

The other boy put his fork down and looked across the restaurant to catch Meg looking fixedly at Castiel. She was blushing but her smile was confident, as if she had been waiting for him to finally look over. He smiled with all the food in his mouth and waved.

She giggled over there and winked at him.

"You do realize that she wants to fuck you, right?" Dean asked.

"Maybe I want to fuck her," Cas replied nonchalantly. Something about that just made Dean's skin crawl, and he was angry again.

"Oh really? You're interested in loosing your virginity to a cum dumpster like her? Like, seriously Cas, if she were really any less intelligent, someone would have to water her twice a week."

This made him crack a smile. "That was a little uncalled for, Deandre," he teased.

"Is that even a real name?" Dean asked, close to being enraged.

Castiel nodded, chewing something new now. "I've seen that name around here before."

Dean groaned in annoyance. At least he wasn't paying attention to that skank any longer. He paused and just sat there as he brought the coffee cup to his lips. What was he thinking? And why? Shouldn't he be the supportive best friend that was trying to help the poor virgin to lose his virginity? Why was he feeling like it was his life's duty to protect Castiel's virginity?

"Anyway," Castiel began, finishing the rest of his yogurt and fruit. "You asked me something earlier?"

"Yeah. Why are we here?"

This caused Castiel to begin to laugh uncontrollably. It wasn't too loud where as Dean would be forced to tell him to shut up because he was causing a commotion, but it was at a decent level, and he had to admit, the sound wasn't totally ear piercing. It was kind of… Nice.

"So you remember how last night, the deal was whoever won the race would get to chose a punishment for the looser?"

Dean felt uncomfortable.

"Uhm, so it got me thinking this morning." He cocked his head to the side, which Dean had began to notice he seemed to do this a lot. "What can I do that will piss Dean off the most?" The worst part about this statement was that he was completely innocent.

"Are you fucking me right now?"

"Err, no, Dean. We are not engaging in sexual intercourse at the moment."

At the moment. Fucking Cas, Dean thought as his cheeks heated up about a million degrees.

"My punishment to you is for you to shave your legs."

"No." That was Dean's immediate response.

"No?" Castiel asked, a cocky smile forming on his lips.

"No. I said no. I'm not going to fucking degrade myself in that way."

This made Castiel laugh again, and it struck a chord in Dean that made his blush even more obvious. "It's not degrading, Dean. Believe it or not, it will actually help you out a lot in polo. You're going to be the one thanking me."

Dean refused to speak. If glares could kill… Well, you know the rest.

"Geez, you make it seem like I asked you to bomb the trade towers or something, man. Like seriously, it really isn't that bad." He smiled at him and it eased Dean considerably.

"Or, if you wanted," Castiel pushed his plate away from him and smiled what Dean would like to say was provocative, but he would never be able to tell for sure, and continued to say, "I could wax your legs for you."

And that was when all of Dean's resolve closed in on him and he nodded his head like an idiot.


so... not that much fluff? sorry, i lied. but a there was a little bit of action , so don't completely hate me.

Review! thanks for the nice comments last chapter! made my day bright! and so i will continue to post! wait up for updates! expect about 2-3 a week