This is a time skip, because I doubt vivid description of Cas as he sleeps wouldn't be the most riveting.

Castiel fidgeted in his slightly sticky red leather chair. He drummed his fingers on the arms, jiggling his leg, until Charlie raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled sheepishly.

He kept his eyes strictly on Charlie, Meg, Ash, Chuck or Benny or the floor, horribly aware of the smirks and gestures the gang of boys were making towards him. They didn't say anything though, with Miss Jennings watching over them.

Dean hadn't appeared and neither had Mr Evans, and Cas was getting increasingly worried about his roommate.

Miss Jennings had assured him that Dean was fine as she shooed him out of his room and went in after him to get Dean clothes.

The class was waiting to go into the dining room for breakfast, seated in the bar and common room for the youth hostel the class were staying in.

Finally, after another five minutes of muttered "Homo", "Fag", "Cocksucker" and Charlie sending him looks a mix between pity and warning that if he didn't stop shaking the table she would whack him over the head, Mr Evans walked in.

Castiel sat up alarmingly fast, hitting his knee on the table and muttering a curse that had Charlie raising her eyebrows at him.

Dean was just behind Mr Evans, looking at the boys, who's attention had drifted from Castiel.

"Me and the other teachers have to help the staff here with the places." Mr Evans said.

"We can here you from in there, but we trust you to be calm and quiet." He turned to Dean who had gauze wrapped around his head. He hadn't even looked at Castiel.

Castiel sat back, ignoring Charlie's sympathetic look. He had been wrong about what Dean had said last night. The boy didn't like him, or he would have at least looked at him.

"Go and sit down," Mr Evans was saying to Dean, who was nodding. The teachers walked into the next room to help serve the breakfast.

Castiel turned around, glaring at the opposite wall.

He heard the boys cheer as Dean, supposedly to sit near them. Then it died away, the entire room silent. Charlie was staring at a point above him, her mouth slightly open. He could see half anger, half hope in her eyes.

Castiel turned, frowning, and froze when he came level to Dean's hips, the top he was wearing just a little too short, a sliver of tanned hip visible.

"Hey." Dean said, and Castiel forced himself to look up at him.

"Hey." Castiel said, wondering what the hell was happening.

"Thanks for knocking the door down for me." Dean carried on, a glint of humor in his green, green eyes.

"A-anytime." He stuttered out, and Dean grinned wider, opening his mouth to say something else when one of the boy's suddenly yelled:

"Aw, the fag's gone red. He loves you Dean! The cocksucker loves-"

Castiel felt his stomach drop in terror, when Dean's hand fisted in his shirt and pulled him to his feet, Cas stumbling over the bulky chair between them.

He heard the shouts of anger from Charlie and Meg and the whoops from the acne-ridden boys across the room.

But it all faded away when Dean leaned forward, uncomfortably and kissed Castiel. His hands latched around Castiel's waist and the smaller boy found himself kneeling on the chair to get closer to Deans' lips.

One of his hands tangled itself in his hair and the other clung to Dean for balance, which almost toppled him over the back of the chair when Dean pulled back.

"That makes two of us." He directed at the boy who had spoken, who was shocked into silence. He was still looking at Castiel with reverence, like he expected this all to be some kind of joke. Castiel knew the feeling.

There was a laugh from behind him, "Ha, finally got some, Clarence." Meg said and Cas gave her the finger without turning around.

"You love yourself?" Cas said breathlessly, without moving his eyes from Dean's emerald ones.

"No, I love you." Dean laughed, and Castiel grinned, dipping his head to look at where Dean's hand covered his own.

"And anyone who has a problem with it can deal with me." Dean snarled, fixing the crowd of boys, spread out on the benches and chairs on the other side of the room.

Some shrank back at Dean's biting glare and others smiled, accepting the couple. Benny who was next to Ash and Chuck grinned at his hands.

"Knew he would figure it out." He muttered and Ash grinned sideways at him, nudging him with his shoulder.

Dean walked around the chair, which Cas sank back on, still waiting for the tawny haired boy to smirk and say it was all a joke, and sat in the spare chair by their little group.

"So what've I missed since I face planted the shower floor, singing Mika?" Dean grinned at Cas then at Charlie who was looking at Cas with a proud grin.

"Cas' freak out about whenever or not he likes you."

Dean smiled even wider, turning all his attention to the still-mute boy in the other chair.

"And the verdict?"

Castiel found his voice, nodding fiercely.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes."

And that is the end kids. Of this arc and possibly spam. I hope you've enjoyed this story and thank you everyone who reviewed.

Have a great day kids.

Fez.