Now for the big moment – Castiel and Dean meet! This chapter will be from Dean's POV again, which means next chapter will be from Castiel's. Thanks to everyone who has read/ followed/ favourite/ reviewed, I'm glad you like this story so far and I love you all! Please review this chapter so I know how I'm doing, any feedback/ suggestions at all are welcome Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters. If I did, Destiel would be canon, Gabriel would be alive, and Metatron would never have gotten away with expelling all of the angels from Heaven... *sob*

Dean couldn't help but feel nervous as he walked up the driveway of the Art Academy towards the Main House. For one thing, he really didn't feel like he belonged here – he was a poor, eighteen-year-old college student studying mechanics, not some rich artist! His ripped, old blue jeans, Led Zeppelin t-shirt and red overshirt had to make it obvious how out of place he was – wealthy artists could afford to dress with actual style. Why Jess would think that someone like him would actually be appreciated as a model was a mystery. Then, of course, there was that whole issue to give him nerves – he was expected to pose! He might be asked to pose topless, or naked, or dressed in some awful outfit with a ridiculous expression on his face. Now, Dean wasn't exactly an anxious, introverted person – he didn't socialise often, but that was more to do with the cost and the fact that most people he knew except his brother and Benny were twats – but he still wasn't sure he was entirely comfortable with this. It was going to be a very interesting experience.

Reaching the large, double doors of the intimidating building, Dean pushed one open and stepped hesitantly inside, taking in the grand entrance room he was now in. The plush, red carpet looked more expensive than his apartment, and there was a wide, curving wooden staircase leading up to the next floor on his left. The walls were hung with various embroidered tapestries and regal looking portraits – Dean felt a flash of shock run through his system when he realised that all of these had been done by the students (the name plaques underneath gave it away). What on Earth was this place? Forget an art school, this was like somewhere that trained artists for the middle ages.

Unsure of what exactly to do now, Dean noticed a rickety wooden chair on his right and hesitantly sat down, continuing to cast his eyes around. The entire place was silent, quieter than a graveyard at night, and had a seriously imposing aura. He had no idea how the students could possibly be comfortable here – but then again, considering the fees this place probably had, many of them probably lived in houses like this at home. Feeling even more out of place, Dean shrunk down slightly in his chair and pulled out his phone, tapping out a quick text to Jess to ask where he was supposed to go now.

Only a moment later, the door swung open and Dean looked up, startled, as a red-haired girl walked in, wearing a long black coat that accentuated her slim figure and carrying a large black and grey backpack that was slung casually over one shoulder.

When she saw Dean, her eyebrows momentarily knotted, before her face lit up in a warm smile.

"Are you one of the models for Jess' class today?" She asked inquisitively.

Switching on the Winchester charm, he smiled back, standing up as he did so. "Sure am, sweetheart. Could you tell me where I'm supposed to be goin'?"

She laughed, stepping back and hitching her bag more firmly over her shoulder. "I'm in that class, just follow me. Oh, and don't even try with the flirting, I'm a lesbian. My name's Charlie. Charlie Bradbury."

Dean blinked slightly at her frankness, before smiling and falling into step beside her. "Nice to meet you Charlie, I'm Dean Winchester."

"So why did you volunteer to model for us? Not that I'm questioning your credibility or anything, you've obviously got the looks for anyone who appreciates guys, just wondering why anyone cool would want to spend the day sitting around for a load of stuck-up art students."

Dean couldn't help it – he burst out laughing. This girl was a hoot.

"Charlie, you're awesome. Nothing like I expected anyone here to be. But yeah, I don't really wanna be doing this – your teacher, Jess, she's my brother's girlfriend, and together they forced me into it. Not like I've got anythin' better to do anyway."

Charlie shrugged steering them both down a hidden right hand corridor – this place was a maze. Dean had already forgotten where they had gone.

"There are plenty of kids here who are spoilt tossers, no offence to them, but there are also a load of scholarship kids, who are basically the opposite. We tend to stick together and have a laugh. So you're Sam's brother? I am so jealous of that kid, Jess is super hot..."

"Oh she is... although Sammy would kill me if he knew I said that. He's a lucky sod, it's not normal for a sixteen year old nerd to pull someone like her."

Charlie came to an abrupt stop, and Dean faltered, unsure if he had said something wrong.

"Sorry, could you just wait here a minute for me to get my spare camera? I don't know what sort of photographs I'm going to be taking yet, I won't until I've seen all the models and my options, so I might need it. We'll go to the classroom then, 'kay?"

Dean shrugged easily. "Yeah, sure, whatever."

Charlie grinned, before disappearing through a random door with 'Storage' written on it in gold letters. Dean couldn't help but think all the rich, foreign wood and gold touches were a little bit over the top – this was a school, after all, not a palace, and it really didn't need to look this grand. It would almost be tacky if it wasn't for the fact that it was authentic.

"Right, let's go!" Charlie appeared again, now clutching an electric blue camera case covered in badges, and set off down the corridor.

Dean glanced briefly at the badges as he followed her, grinning at the sight of both Star Wars and Harry Potter badges.

"Star Wars? You have a good taste in movies."

Charlie's face lit up. "Oh, I know right! They're like, the most incredible movies ever, although the original trilogy is so much better than the new one. Princess Leia is seriously hot, too... when I turn eighteen, I am totally going to get a tattoo of her somewhere. Maybe on my hip?"

Dean shook his head in amusement. "Wow. You know, at some point we really need to hang out and have a discussion about all this. Not like a date, obviously, just something between friends. Besides, we can discuss all the hot girls and it won't be awkward."

Charlie laughed. "Yeah, sounds good. Just be warned, my schedule for going out is pretty tight – I have to factor in cons, tumblr and things like Star Trek re-runs. Not that it's as good as Star Wars, but I'm still almost addicted."

"I can fit in with any schedule, pretty much, I don't really go out aside from down the pub occasionally with Benny. Besides, I tend to try and avoid that, I don't have the money to finance regular pub visits. It only ever ends up with one or both of us goin' home with random chicks anyway, and that gets boring after a while."

Charlie raised her eyebrows, but didn't reply. A moment later, she stopped outside a red-painted door with 'Miss J Moore' printed onto it.

"Here we go. We won't get much chance to talk now, but you can join the gang at lunch, 'kay?"

With that, Charlie pushed open the door to reveal a large, open art classroom with various machines, computers and easels randomly placed around the room. A few students were already sat down at one end of the room, all looking very proper – these were the rich kids Dean had been expecting. At the other end, almost like there was a divide, a few kids were perched on the edge of desks, dressed much more casually and chatting quietly but passionately about something. Charlie made a beeline straight for them , leading Dean to believe that these were the scholarship kids. He wondered if they were all that awesome.

"Dean! Excellent, you're here early!" Jess crossed the room and stood smartly in front of Dean. He resisted the urge to give her an embarrassing, unprofessional hug.

"Alright, Jess? You couldn't have given me directions on how to navigate this maze, could you?"

She shrugged. "I guessed you'd find your way, or find a student to help you, they're a nice bunch. It's not actually that hard to get around, I've only been here a few months and I know my way."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, if you could go through that door there and wait, I'm sure the other models will be along soon. We'll be starting promptly at 8.30, so if you could just wait a few minutes until then, and we can sort out what you'll be wearing once you've been chosen by a student."

Dean shrugged, heading for the white door Jess had gestured to. He had to admit, the whole system – despite the emphasis on the prompt 8.30 start – was much less strict than he had been expecting. At a place this posh, he had almost been expecting some sort of prison-like watertight schedule, with no room of freedom to do anything other than what you were told. Truth be told, it was all rather nice and relaxed – Dean would almost feel at home here, if it wasn't for the grand decor and the robot-like look of the non-scholarship students.

Dean had barely sat down on a random chair in the side-room before the door opened again and two other guys walked in, both dressed much more extravagantly and expensively than Dean himself.

"Hello, you must be one of the other models. I'm Adam, and this is my friend, Gordon."

"Gordon Walker." The other man corrected, leering at Dean.

"Dean Winchester," Dean smiled, reaching out to shake Adam's hand. He hesitated before going to shake Gordon's, wincing slightly at the other man's over-tight grip.

"Do you know how many of us there are supposed to be?" Adam asked.

Dean looked at the boy's gentle expression and casual posture and decided he liked him, even if he was probably quite posh. Gordon, on the other hand, seemed like he was way too full of himself.

"Well, Jess has about twenty kids in her class, so I would expect there would be maybe one model for every two kids – so ten?"

"It's Miss Moore, not Jess, this is a proper school." Gordon interjected smoothly.

"She's my brother's girlfriend, dickhead, so I call her Jess. I think she even asks her class to, actually, comes with being only a year older than the kids you teach."

"She does seem very young." Adam commented.

"She's some kind of genius, skipped ahead a few grades, got an art scholarship really young, graduated to teach it at eighteen and got accepted here straight away. I don't even know."

"I guess intelligence isn't something you could comprehend." Gordon was clearly annoyed at the way Dean had spoken to him.

"Look, I might not be super-rich like you, but I'm not an idiot. So could you please take your superior attitude and just shove it up your -"

Dean stopped when the door opened again, revealing a pretty, brown haired girl. She looked very wary when she noticed the way Gordon and Dean were glaring at each other.

"Hi, I'm Madison." She said nervously.

Fortunately, Adam stepped in, smiling warmly and holding out his hand like a true gentleman.

"Adam Milligan. This is Dean and Gordon."

"Pleasure to meet you." Dean commented.

"Indeed it is." Dean didn't like the predatory way with which Gordon said that.

There wasn't any time to react though, as the door opened again and about five people piled into the room, which was now getting a little crowded.

A woman stepped in front of the group, smirking. "Hello. I'm Ruby Cortese, and these are my friends from the Drama Academy, Raphael, Arariel, Jophiel and... Garth."

Everyone mumbled introductions, and Dean sat back, feeling a bit strange amongst all of these people who were obviously from completely different backgrounds to him. With the exception of Garth, they were all dressed very expensively – and while Garth's clothes were much more eccentric, he was obviously unperturbed by how he stood out, as he was smiling extremely widely. Dean basically faded into the background, and he allowed his thoughts to wander as he sat there surrounded by conversation.

He was forced back into reality by the appearance of Jess, accompanied by another girl who was presumably the tenth model.

"Alright, everyone, if you'd all like to come out here and stand at the front so everyone can get a good look at you."

Dean stood up and followed everyone else out the door, ending up stood next to the newcomer on the end of the line. He noticed that the room had filled up in the few minutes he had been away, and everyone was now sat upright in their seats, looking very attentively at the models.

"I'm Lisa."

Dean turned his head slightly to the right, seeing the new girl smiling flirtatiously at him.

"Hey, Lisa. I'm Dean, Dean Winchester."

Lisa opened her mouth to reply, but Dean's attention was suddenly caught by a guy sitting in the middle of the classroom, in the area between the scholarship and paying students.

He was sat alone, obviously either excluded by the others or favouring isolation, and wearing a heavy looking cream trenchcoat. His black hair was messy, like he had just got out of bed after a night of hot sex, and his hands were slender and perfectly formed, with fingers that looked sculpted from marble. The most noticeable thing however, was his eyes – enormous, expressive blue eyes that seemed to see right into Dean's soul. He was staring right at Dean like he was a puzzle he couldn't work out, and as Dean looked back he cocked his head to one side, before seeming to realise what he was doing and turning away slightly awkwardly.

Dean couldn't help but feel strangely intrigued about this boy – there was something about him that seemed a bit different, and Dean couldn't work out what it was.

His musings were interrupted by Jess stepping in front of him and addressing the class.

"Right, so you all know what sort of styles of portraits you're going for and therefore who here would suit your purpose. Baring that in mind, who wants to photograph Dean here?"

Dean blinked – this could be very embarrassing if he wasn't chosen.

"I would please, Miss." A boy towards the back of the 'posh' side spoke up, raising his hand in the air like a younger kid.

"Alright, Michael, that's fine."

At this point, Dean's eyes widened almost out of his head as the guy who had been staring at him earlier, the guy with the amazing eyes, put his hand up as well.

"I would like to photograph Dean as well."

Jess gave a gentle smile at the boy, and Dean wondered what the deal with this kid was – she was treating him like a five year old with mental health problems who needed extra encouragement.

"That's great, Castiel. Would you and Michael like to take Dean into the West photography suite then, and you can discuss what you all want to do?"

Michael looked distinctly irritated at being paired with Castiel, but Castiel was only looking at Dean, and Dean found himself almost forced to look back. Those eyes were hypnotic, and staring into tjem was almost addictive.

Forcing himself out of his trance, Dean shook his head and smiled at Castiel and Michael, following Michael as smiled stiffly before walking out of the room. He registered Castiel stepping in behind him, his eyes staring so intently at Dean's head that he could feel the gaze like a physical touch.

Castiel. Dean suppressed a shiver at the name. He had known the guy for a few minutes – well, he still didn't know him at all, really – and already he was developing some kind of strange obsession. This was never going to end well.

Wow, my chapters are never normally this long! Please write a review of what you thought, any comments are appreciated!