Scared just a little bit, Dean tapped at the artificial wood of his desk with his pencil. His heart thudded in his chest as he heard Castiel's pen scratching at the paper. Was he taking it too fast? Was he even sure he liked Cas? Hell, he'd known him for less than a day, and maybe he was just being silly. But what's done was done, and maybe something good could come of it.
Paper was slipped onto Dean's desk in a sharply folded square, and he eyed it cautiously. He dug the tip of his pencil into the desk anxiously, wearing it down a bit and making a grey-black mark, but he didn't care. Eventually, though, he succumbed to curiosity and had to look. After all, what was the point if he didn't? With shaking fingers, he unfolded the slip. A smile lit his face as he read it.
iNo,/i Cas had written, iI don't like you. I/i really ilike you/i. A bit cheesy, Dean had to admit, but did that matter? He grinned, blushing a bit, and put the note back down. Maybe school could bring good things. It certainly had today.