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'I keep overhearing you make fun of me so I finally try to stand up for myself and it actually had nothing to do with me at all I'm sorry I never meant for this to happen' AU (dailyau).


Castiel heard the snickering at the table next to his. He glanced over and was met by a pair of green eyes, but they quickly went back to the book in front of them. Of course Castiel knew who the boy snickering was, and the three other guys at his table. It was Dean Winchester, captain of the football team and three other guys that were on the team with him. Everybody knew who Dean Winchester was. Castiel ignored the butterflies in his stomach and went back to his physics textbook.

"Look at that little nerd." Castiel heard Dean's voice hiss, almost as if he was in his ear. Castiel tried to ignore it by gripping his book tighter, but the taunting continued. "That's all he does, I swear, you guys. It's embarrassing, having a loser like…"

"Okay." Castiel said loudly enough for Dean's table (and a few around him) to stop talking and stare at him. Castiel slammed his book shut and forced himself to look at the bright green eyes that always took his breath away when he caught them in the hallway or class. "Stop it. You think you're so cool with being football captain and you've got all your friends around you. Well, for your information some of us PERFER studying to going out and getting stupid drunk all the time. Just because we don't do what you and your stupid friends do doesn't mean that we're losers or nerd or whatever words you and the rest of the jocks call us." Castiel was so irritated (and embarrassed) that he quickly began shoving things in his backpack, avoiding the wide eyes of a table of freshmen behind him. He quickly ran out of the library, keeping his eyes on his shoes.

Once outside in the fresh air, Castiel inhaled deeply. That was probably not only the stupidest thing he'd ever done, but probably the bravest. He walked over and sat on a stone bench while he waited for his adrenaline to go down. He had just stood up to Dean Winchester. Dean freaking Winchester. A guy that he had had a crush on since freshmen Spanish. He had always thought that Dean was a nice guy, but after that little display…

"Um…hey." Speak of the devil… Castiel thought as his eyes traveled up a pair of denim clad legs and a letterman jacket covered chest to meet Dean's eyes for the third time in the last ten minutes.

"Hi."

"Can um…can I sit down?" Dean gestured to the open part of the bench. Castiel waved his hand at in, indicating he really didn't care. Dean sat next to Castiel and stared forward for a moment before speaking. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

"Well, you did."

"And let you know that I wasn't talking about you. I was making fun of my little brother who was at the table behind you." Castiel stiffened. He felt his face heat up like he had suddenly stepped on the Sun.

"You were what?" Castiel watched as one side of Dean's mouth pulled up into a smile.

"I was making fun of my kid brother. He was sitting at the table behind you. I really didn't mean for you to hear or get offended." Maybe Dean wasn't such a bad guy after all.

"I…wow…I'm really sorry. I just thought that…"

"Oh I know what you thought. You made that pretty clear." Dean had a full smile on his lips now.

"I…I…I never would've done that if I had known you were just picking on your brother. It's just that you were looking at me when I looked up and…" Castiel trailed off as he saw Dean's cheeks tinge pink.

"Well, yeah I was looking at you." Castiel waited for Dean to explain why that should have seemed so obvious, when he didn't Castiel spoke again.

"Do you look at me a lot, Dean?" Dean's cheeks deepened nearly to red.

"I…um…I…it…that's a completely different conversation, Cas." Castiel tilted his head.

"'Cas'?" Dean looked down at the ground.

"Nothing, just…something I kind of call you in my head." Castiel was now thoroughly confused.

"You have a nickname for me…in your head?" Dean sighed heavily.

"Well when you think about somebody a lot and they have a long name like 'Castiel' you come up with nicknames for them." Castiel didn't say anything, but continued to stare at Dean until he looked up at him. "What?" Castiel didn't really have a response for that.

"I just…you? You think about me? And you think about me enough that you felt the need to give me a nickname?"

"I've thought about you a lot since we had Spanish one together and you spent an entire class period helping me conjugate. You're the whole reason I passed the class." Castiel felt the blush come back, but for a different reason this time.

"I just…wanted to help."

"And you did." Dean seemed to be much closer now. Their knees were touching.

"Well, that's still not a reason to be thinking about me for three years and barely talking to me."

"That's because I was afraid I'd make an idiot out of myself." Castiel started to laugh, but Dean looked insulted. "What?"

"I just…Dean Winchester thought that he would make an idiot out of himself just by talking to me. Makes me think that you've had a crush on me or something." Dean looked back to the ground.

"Maybe I have." Dean mumbled. Castiel stared at Dean while Dean continued staring at the ground, opening and closing his mouth, thinking of something to say. "You don't have to say anything, Cas. I just…figured you should know that." Dean began to stand up before Castiel grabbed his hand and pulled him back. Confused, green eyes met (for once) confident, blue ones as Castiel held Dean tight.

"Dean, I've had a crush on you since that same class. I've thought about you countless times. I…"

"Castiel, would you like to out on a date with me?" Dean cut him off, along with a sly smirk. Castiel smiled at him.

"I would love to."