Castiel stopped by Harvelle's Roadhouse to have a couple of drinks before he went home, it was Friday and Meg had already assigned him homework. He laughed as he pulls out his laptop from his bag and placed it on the table. He loosens his tie as he takes a sip of his beer before typing away on computer. "Can I get you anything else, professor?" Castiel looked up to see Jo Harvelle; she was one of his students last fall. She had light wavy blond hair and dark brown eyes; she was wearing a black tank top and blue jeans with an apron tie around her waist. Castiel smiled at her, "Jo I've told you, you don't have to call me professor anymore, Castiel is fine." Jo chuckled at the comment "Okay "Castiel"; can I get you anything else?" She had a nice smile; he's always liked her smile. "Another beer would be wonderful." "Alright, one beer coming up." He smiled as he watched her walk towards the bar, grab a beer and return. He alternated between typing and taking sips of his beer, he was making a list of books that Meg requested; finally picking his top ten: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, Dracula by Bram Stoker, Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Les Misérables by Victor Hugo, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake, Moby-Dick by Herman Melville, The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo. He smiled, pleased with his choices, knowing damn well that Meg will give him some heartache about his choice of Romeo and Juliet. "Hey Winchesters!" Castiel looked up to see Jo and Ellen waving at two men, The tall one had medium long brown hair and wore a white and blue plaid button up shirt with blue jeans while the shorter one had short-cropped dirty blond hair and wore a gray t-shirt with black jeans. He couldn't make out what they were saying but he notices Jo pointing in his direction with a big grin on her face, he cocked his head to the side wondering why on GOD's green earth would she be pointing at him. The men turned their heads towards his direction, the shorter one lifting his beer to him like a silent hello, while the taller one just smiled. Castiel awkwardly lifted his beer and smiled becoming more confused by the minute. The taller one return to talk to Jo while the short one just kept looking at Castiel, this made him feel uneasy. He tried to distract himself by returning his gaze to his computer screen; he alternated between pretending to be doing something and returning his gaze to the dirty blond. He was still staring. What was this guy's problem? His look wasn't threatening nor friendly, it seem more like he was trying to figure out who Castiel was. He decided that he stayed at The Roadhouse long enough and the ride home was at least four hours. Once he finished putting away his laptop he wave goodbye to Jo and Ellen at the bar with the strangers and made his way out of the bar. As soon as Castiel left; the dirty blond turned to Jo, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. "So Jo, tell me about Mr. Blue eyes there who just left." Jo smiled, rolling her eyes "Oh let me tell you about Mr. Blue eyes, Dean."
It was a long drive back to Lawrence; Castiel didn't get to his apartment until 5 A.M both his brothers long asleep. He shut the door quietly to not wake them as he tipped toed towards his room. Once inside he kicked off his shoes and stripped off his clothing, exposing his large black wings tattooed on his back. Castiel threw himself on his bed letting out a long deep sigh as he stared up to the ceiling. "Who was that man?" He whispered to himself as he closed his eyes. He thought about how green his eyes were and how his shirt clung to his chest in all the right places and those lips, oh how he want to jus-"No Castiel! No more madness!" Hester's voice screamed at him in his mind followed by the sound of someone getting hit. Castiel's eyes flew open, his eyebrows furrow as he balled his fist in his sheets. His breath short and fast, he looked around the room trying to find any evidence of Hester's presents, there was none; it was just in his head, it was just his past trying to claw itself back into his life. He took a deep breath and laid his head back down on his pillow, closing his eyes.
"Cassie ~~~~~!" Gabriel slumped over onto Castiel and rolled back and forth, pouting his lips. Castiel turned his head to the side and peeked at his clock; it read 8 A.M. His first class with Meg started in three hours. "Go back to bed Gabriel..." Castiel muttered into the pillow not moving. "I wish I could Cassie, but the suns awake, so I'm awake, so you have to make breakfast. There was awkward silence as Gabriel waited for Castiel to say something; he couldn't hold back a smile as he shoved Gabriel off the bed. "And they say I'm the little brother" He laughed, making his way to the bathroom to take a shower. Once finished he changed into a wool blend black tweed waistcoat vest, gray button-up underneath with the sleeves rolled up and finished with a pair of dark blue jeans, and a dark blue tie. Monday came quicker then he would have like, he frowned as he pours the pancake mix in the pan. "What's the matter Castiel, darling? Trying to figure out how many hearts you're going to melt in your lecture today?" Balthazar teased as he wiped the syrup from his lips. "Well he wouldn't be a very good literary professor if he couldn't melt hearts in romantic literature" Gabriel joked with a mouth full of pancakes. Castiel leaned against the counter and crossed his arms and smiled, looking at Balthazar then Gabriel. "I'm sorry am I getting lectured by an art professor and a mythologist professor?" Gabriel and Balthazar both made fake hurt faces "But Cassie we would have been romantic literature professors too if you and Meg didn't beat us to it first" Castiel rolled his eyes when they burst out laughing. All three brothers taught at the same college as Meg, it was never their plan to all be professors it just happened that way. But boy did the students; especially the female students love them. He could still remember when a student found out that they were all related, he never seen so many phones light up and vibrate all at once in his class. Balthazar and Gabriel's classes didn't start till later that afternoon so Castiel said his goodbyes to his brothers as he hopped into his Jubilee Gold '78 Lincoln Continental Mark V.
Once he arrived to the collage he was greeted by his colleague Crowley MacLeod a business law professor who smiled and shook his head as Castiel step out the vehicle. "Really, what are you, a pimp?" Castiel rolled his eyes, and then looked over his car. "I like it." Crowley had short brown hair and brown eyes, he was a foot shorter then Castiel, he wore a black slim fit suit with a black dress shirt underneath; finished with a gray floral embroidery tie. Castiel didn't like him too much at first, but he was starting to grown him. He had recently started messing with Castiel, just randomly talking to him though out the day; making the strangest statements, like once he randomly came up to him and Meg who were talking to a student confused and ask: "Castiel. When last we spoke, you, well, enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?" He kept the straightest face and narrows his eyes to the poor girl and told her, "I, The King of Hell came here to help you. I've not only found out you've been lying to me, but harboring an angel, and not just *any* angel - the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth." She didn't know how to respond so Meg stepped in "Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?" She smirked and narrows her eyes at him. Castiel couldn't hold it back anymore and busted out laughing, he's never seen someone so scared and confused. The girl's face was bright red and she awkwardly walked away, laughing nervously. Karma was a bitch though, because ever since that day Castiel is now also known as *Angel* and Crowley's was *The King of Hell*. They walked to the nearest coffee shop on campus; Crowley picks out a table while Castiel order three coffees at the counter. Once he got the coffees he sat at the table with him where a female student approached them. "P-Professor Novak" Castiel smiled "Yes Tara how can I help you?" Tara adverted her gaze looking at Crowley. "Oh- I'm sorry I'm I interrupting…?" Crowley rolled his eyes. Castiel narrows his eyes at him then return his attention to the girl. "Tara, listen, my, uh... associate..." He started until Crowley corrected him. "Friend. Besties, actually." For some reason this made her laugh a bit. Tara reached out and touched Castiel hand "I will just ask you in class." She smiled, blushing as she waved them goodbye. Once she was gone Crowley smirked at Castiel. "Oh Cas, such a flirt" Castiel rolled his eyes and smile as he felt his phone ringing. "Hello?" "Castiel? Hey it's Meg; class is going to start soon. Where are you?" Castiel looked over at Crowley and made the quiet sign to him. "Meg, I'm just picking us up some coffee I'll be there soon." He ended the call before she could say anything else. Meg wasn't a fan of Crowley. Crowley leans against him playfully "You're lying to Meg like she's your wife, which kind of makes me your mistress." Castiel pushed him away with a smile on his face. "I wasn't lying, her coffee is right here" He held up the second coffee he bought as he made his way to the door. "Anyway, I better be getting to class before she kills me, talk to you later *King of Hell*." Crowley held up his coffee towards Castiel as he left "I'll hold you to it, *Angle*."