OFNF

Ch2

God, he had to pee so badly; his bladder was gonna blow, and class had just started. His leg started to bounce on it's own accord, as he raised his hand and waved it about; trying to get the professors attention. Professor Sans just turned around from the board and saw his hand. She sighed and nod. And thank god, because he couldn't last any longer.

Grabbing his pack, he rushed from the room; heading toward the nearest men's washroom as fast as he could with out wetting his shorts on the way there.

Finally there, he pushed the door open and practically ran for the urinal. Chucking his bag aside, he unzipped himself; once free, he let himself relax and let nature do it's job. As the stream escaped him, the pressure on his bladder gradually vanished and he sighed in sweet bliss.

Done with that, he flushed and tucked himself back in. He went to the sink and washed his hands, running wet fingers through his short black hair; making it look glossy and spiked.

"Scott," a gravely voice said, right beside his ear. His heart literally stopped - were they still after him; it had been at least a thousand years- as a burst of energy flew from his body. Stall doors flew open and banged noisily against the walls, paper towels flew in every direction, the lights over head popped as the bulbs broke and showered to the till floor, and the mirrors on the walls cracked from the sudden pressure.

Scott cringed at his mistake; he hadn't meant to do it; he was just caught by surprise was all. His gray eyes looked in the cracked mirror for the one that had surprised him so. His gray hues met those of ocean blue, and he sighed in relief as he found his old friend and had not hurt-tend him in the process.

"Casy-Cas," Scott laughed, as he turned and embraced Castiel fiercely. He had a big smile on his face as he finally backed away; his silver braced teeth shining dimly from the light streaming through the window. "So?" Scott asked Castiel as he looked about the messy floor; his glasses must have blown off when he let go of that burst of energy. There was an audible CRUNCH! as he stepped on his glasses; they were hidden under a pile of paper towel. He sighed as he sadly; these were his last pair and he didn't have any more contact lenses left.

As he picked them up he noticed only the left lens was broken. Shrugging, Scott put them on again and looked at Castiel through a half distorted view.

"I require your assistance." Castiel said truthfully, a sad look entered his eyes as he remembered Dean. Scott squeezed his shoulder in reassurance.

"Of course," Scott replied right away; he would do any thing for Castiel. Yes, it was true, they have not seen each other for at least two hundred years; and Scott would do anything and he meant anything just to spend even a little bit of time with Casy-Cas.

"Could you fix this first, though?" Scott asked, gesturing around the now destroyed men's bathroom. Thank god nobody had been there, or he would be experimented on right about now, though first the police would come; him just murdering someone and-the room was back to normal; now paper towel strewed on the floor, no more broken mirrors, and the lights were back on.

"Thanks."

You are welcome." Castiel replied kindly.

Grabbing his pack, Scott through it around his shoulders as Cas turned around, bending slightly, arm held away from his sides. Taking that as all the invitation he needed, Scott jumped on Castiel's back, hands clasped his thighs as he rapped his arms around the other angel's neck. Scott laughed; every time he was with Cas and they traveled, they would do it like this. Yes, it was weird and neither of them could remember when it started, but it was more travel efficient. And sometimes, just because, they would give each other piggy backs. Castiel liked to do it, because Scott enjoyed it so thoroughly, that Cas had started to enjoy it himself.

Castiel had practically raised Scott every sense he was created, and they had become the best of friends. Castiel, being an angel, never got touch and contact felt weird for him; with his little to no concept of personal space, he was dying for contact-couldn't the Winchesters understand that- Scott got that; that's why they were all: touchy feely with each other. Now, Scott, he hated to touch and be touch and there was no limit to the personal space that he required, though it was different with Casy-Cas, every time he was with Cas, Scott would cling to him like there was no tomorrow. Castiel didn't mind at all.

So, now , as they spread their wings, they clung to each other, for they had not seen one another for hundreds of years, Scott laughed in joy and Castiel chuckled along, as they disappeared from the far from perfect men's bathroom.