Castiel, who always turns in his homework early, was pulling an all-nighter. He'd been putting off this project for days now. It's not because he hated biochemistry - he loves it, but Castiel's mind had been preoccupied with cute frat boy Dean Winchester, and how he'd bumped into him in the hallway and Dean just laughed and picked up the fallen textbooks, handing them back to the flushed Castiel.
Castiel sighed and fluttered the pages of his textbook open to page 200, when a small folded piece of paper fell into his lap. Curiously, he set his book off to the side and unfolded the white paper.
A phone number was carelessly scribbled on it. Screw it. I'm gonna fail that test anyways, he thought, pulling out his cell phone and slowly dialing the number written on the paper.
Ringing. A few seconds later, a familar voice slurred into his ear, "God, Sam, what the hell do you want now?"
Castiel would know that voice anywhere. That voice had lined his every thought for the past three days. He had accidentally dialed a drunken Dean Winchester, and he wasn't sure what to do. It's not like Castiel fantasized about talking to him for hours, planned out his every word, because that's absurd.
He brought his phone back up to his ear. You can do this, Cas, he told himself, Talk to him. "Uh, hi. It's Castiel, actually. I ran into you in the hall a few days ago, remember?" He said softly. There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds and Castiel had an internal panic attack until finally, "Yeah! Cas. How could I possibly forget you?" Dean replied as Castiel let out the breath he had been holding for who knows how long.
"Y'know, we're having a party, you should come." Castiel had to bite his cheek to keep from making any noise. Did Dean Winchester just ask him to come over? Castiel had a hard time processing that, and apparently was silent for a few minutes, because Dean added, "Is that a no?" Castiel snapped out of it quickly at the sound of his voice. "Oh, god, sorry. Yeah, I'll be over soon."
"Great." Castiel pressed the red END CALL button and threw his cellphone into his backpack.
I can't believe this is happening was the only coherent thought Castiel could form.