Castiel sighed as he put his messenger bag on his bed. He was contemplating going to the park that night. Did the crazy new girl at school ask him on a date? Or was she not gonna show up and leave him waiting on a bench, looking awkward? He looked at his watch. 6:30. And he had already finished his homework... He sighed again, getting his trench coat from the closet, and then walking out his door.

"Wow, you're actually here. I thought you wouldn't show, me bein' a goof."

Castiel clenched his jaw. "So why am I here?"

She hopped down from the tree she was sitting in and walked over to him, touching his shoulder. "Because you're the only person brave enough to talk to me." They stared at each other for a moment, and then Cas looked down and shook her hand away.

"You know, Novak, we could be good friends, if you was up for that."

He rolled his eyes. "Were. If you WERE up for that."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, ya nerd. So tell me 'bout yourself."

"Why? Are you writing a book or something?"

Deanna snorted. "Castiel, you can't say that. I already said that today." She paused. "Well, I came to hang with you. I had to sneak away from the boss to do it. So tell me about yourself, Cas."

He sighed again. Always the pity. "Well, I live in a house with my younger sister, Anna, and my three older brothers, Gabriel, Michael, and Luke. My father too, sometimes. He goes on a lot of trips. He has...he has another family. But my siblings and I are old enough, so he figures we can look after ourselves for periods. He sends us dough occasionally."

She cut him off with a snort. "'Occasionally.' So formal, Castiel. Lighten up. It's just me here. And I don't bite unless they ask for it." She winked at him and he scoffed.

"You know, for all this sex you claim you have, you don't have many people following you around and begging for it."

She hesitated and then said, "I'm workin' on it."

He lifted an eyebrow, wondering what that meant. And then he realized she meant HIM. He scowled. "I'm not a..a sex toy, Deanna! I'm saving myself for someone special! And that certainly isn't you!"

She stared at him again, her green eyes studying his blue ones very carefully. "You have cool eyes."

He was taken aback by that statement. "I- Thank you. But that doesn't change what I was saying. I-"

"I know you're not a sex toy, like you said. Get over yourself, Clyde, I wasn't talkin' ' bout you."

"Why am I even having this conversation with you?"

"You tell me, Cassie. You met me here on your own thoughts."

"Stop calling me that! My name is Castiel!"

Deanna groaned. "Ugh. Castiel. Such a mouthful. You're too anti-frantic. You don't like Cassie, Castiel is too long...Cas. Your name is Cas now."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay. I think I'm going to go before the conversation moves to sex again.." He turned to walk away, but Deanna caught up with him and started walking in front of him, turned around to face him.

"You just got here Cas!"

"And now I'm leaving."

"Well, what'd I do?"

He stopped. "You're an oddball! That's what! You're not cool!"

She suddenly looked..sad? "Oh, because you're so cool yourself? You almost got beat up today, until I came and saved you. You're such a fream! You know, Castiel, all I wanted was a friend, and I thought since I saved your ass today, you'd at least pity me. Ain't that a bite? Drop dead twice."

She turned and ran away, leaving Castiel baffled as to why he had just argued with HER. It was almost like they were..friends or something.

"Don't talk crazy. You've known her for a day. And she's insane," he muttered to himself. He stuck his hands in his pockets and felt a piece of paper in one of them. He pulled it out and saw it was folded into a square, with "Castiel" written neatly on the front. He opened it and saw a flawlessly drawn portrait of himself. The small note next to it said. "This was why I wanted to see your eyes. I like drawing interesting people."

Wide-eyed, he folded the paper back up and put it in his pocket once more. When had she done that? It must have been when she was staring at him...the first time. He suddenly felt guilty. What had she done to deserve that scene back there? She was only nice to him...

His whole walk home, all that ran through his mind was Deanna.