Wednesday-

As much as Dean hated chick flick moments, he couldn't deny the pain in his chest when he walked up all those flights of nonmoving escalators, otherwise known as stairs, and noticed Castiel wasn't there for the third day in a row. Perhaps he was sicker than Dean had originally thought.

"HI DEAN." There was that nasally voice next to his ear, hands on his shoulder. He turned to face Ruby.

"Hello Ruby, what do I owe the…pleasure?" Dean was tightlipped and his eyebrows sunk down his face.

"Why weren't you and your sexy brother at my party? Just decide to skip out on us. Meg and I wanted to get to know you guys. If you aren't aware, Meg is Ms. Masters daughter."

Dean just didn't care.

"Pamela was looking for you. I think Madison's has got her eyes on Sam too." She continued.

As Ruby continued to talk on and on about people that wanted to use his brother as a sex toy, a red haired girl with huge glasses and a "Dobby is a Free Elf" shirt walked up to Castiel's locker. She tried to fiddle with the lock before it fell off.
"Who the fuck did this? Castiel is going to be so pissed." The girl said. Ruby took this as her signal to leave.

"I did. I didn't know the combination and he needed his books. Dean Winchester is my name." Dean said to her, shooting her a toothy grin.

"Charlie Bradbury; if you're going to try and hit on me, don't bother, I'm gay." Charlie said, smiling. She knew exactly who this was. This was the boy that Cas texted her about, "Nice to meet you. So you're friends with Castiel huh?"

"Well by the way he acts, we are definitely Abbott and Castello." Dean replied.

"More like Mulder and Scully or Booth and Brennan." Charlie mentally said, but added out loud, "Well, he said he should be back tomorrow. I think he might actually miss this place."

"Cool. Cool." Dean shrugged but his head was giddy.

Elsewhere, at his home, Castiel laid on his back, staring at the ceiling once again counting the black dots. He had read all his books, finished all his homework- maybe more than he was supposed too- and nothing was left. Each time he tried to write anything, it turned into some excited rant about Saturday or some romantic epic about star-crossed lovers. He was slowly becoming a eighties movie but with two dudes.

He wondered who he was. All he liked was reading, speaking with his siblings, and recently…Dean Winchester. Dean was nice, sarcastic, and a little…dangerous? He seemed like the rebel type and Castiel found himself liking that edgy voice when he told Cas not to be sick. He had never found a person that attractive before that moment.

Of course, now thinking about it, Dean was probably the only person he found attractive.

"CAS, KEEP YOUR INNER MONOLOGUE TO YOURSELF." Lucifer shouted from down the hall.

His face turned bright red, and he closed his mouth tight. He had done that before. He hadn't remembered Lucifer was home either.

"Castiel Novak," Lucifer said when he walked into his room, "Why isn't your boyfriend here taking care of you? Isn't that like his job?"

"I don't have a boyfriend one. If you are inquiring about Dean, his job is a part-time mechanic with Mr. Singer."

"Aww, little Cassie knows his job. You love him."

"I do not. We're not together and he hasn't said he even is interested."

"And I haven't seen denial this large since I visited Egypt. Just call him or something, complain about not understanding something, or say Anna's car is messed up."

"I'M NOT DOING THAT." Cas said as the door slammed.

Thursday Morning-

Dean made his way up those stairs once again. No Cas. Hmm. He frowned at his locker, pulling out a History text book. When he closed it, Castiel was standing there with a half smile plastered on his face. The grin that spread across Dean's face nearly split his bones in two. His jaw already hurt from smiling so wide.

"CAS!" He shouted, wrapping his arms around him, he quickly let go, and Cas already missed the sensation on his torso, "Hey. I've missed seeing you around."

"The feeling is mutual. I don't think this place has been too terrible in my absence, has it?" Cas replied. But Dean was paying no attention to the words. His face was one of a dopey lovestruck puppy.

"I'll see you at Lunch then, Winchester." Castiel smirked as he walked past Dean, purposefully hitting his shoulder. Dean looked back at Cas, and goddammit, why did he always have to look like that? All…Cas-ish. Dean licked his lips and bit his lip.

Saturday needed to hurry the fuck up because , in Dean Winchester's eyes, flirting with Cas was all good natured.