A/N: Hello! I am going to post chapters the day before I had told you... Usually I'm too excited to wait for the next day, so I will basically post the chapters when I finish them... I am writing again 'Who Kissed Me?!' so if you're reading that fic too there is a new chapter for you to read. If you're not reading the story, you're the one who is losing, I ask you to at least check the story out!

Chapter 6 – Caught in a lie

Dean was standing in an empty classroom. There were too many people outside, and he didn't want to risk and bump into Crowley again, so he was standing there alone.

He decided to sit down, there were so many empty chairs, but he settled for one in the front row. He took his notebook out of his backpack and started reading what they had been talking about in the last class. Despite Dean trying his best to pay attention in that one class he was nervously thinking if Mr. Lafitte had been able to give Castiel his shirt. He was scared that Crowley would find a way to snatch it from Mr. Lafitte and drabble on it to later hand it to Castiel… He felt sick just by thinking about it…

The door swing open and Dean jumped slightly at the intrusion.

"Why didn't you give the shirt to me in person?" Castiel asked after he closed the door behind himself and started walking to Dean.

He already knew why… But he wanted Dean to tell him himself.

Dean gulped.

"I'm sorry… I was late for class…" Dean lied. He didn't want Crowley to find out he had spilled what he did to him; he would most likely hit him… "So I asked Mr. Lafitte to give you shirt when I saw him in the hallway."

Castiel stared at Dean.

"You're lying." Cas said shaking his head.

Dean looked at Castiel in disbelief.

"How do you know that?" He asked.

Castiel stared into Dean's too green to be true eyes.

"Because you were running from someone this morning…" Castiel explained.

Dean tried to save himself.

"I was just late for class…"

"No… You also bumped into someone…" Castiel said, trying to see if Dean knew who he had bumped into.

"Yeah… I was really late…"

Castiel sighed.

"You were running, ten minutes before class, in the hallways and you bumped into me… Were really that late?"

Dean's eyes widened.

"That was you?" Castiel nodded. "I'm so, so sorry!" Dean apologized himself with a pleading look.

Castiel frowned.

"You already said that this morning… Why are you repeating yourself?"

"Because I bumped into you!" Dean said, trying to make Castiel understand.

"Well… You already apologized, so I don't see why you need to do it again…"

"Oh… Okay.." Dean said, as he stared at the tabled.

"You did take the stain away…" Castiel said.

Dean smiled slightly.

"I promised I would, didn't I?" He asked.

"You did, but I didn't really believe you…" Castiel explained.

Dean's face dropped.

"So you were expecting me to fail?" Dean asked.

"I was going to torture you for failing…" Castiel admitted. "But you did it, so you took all the fun away!"

"I'm sorry…" Dean said quickly, he didn't want to piss of Castiel.

"Again, why are you apologizing?" Castiel asked.

Dean raised his stare to Castiel.

"I don't want to make you mad… And you said you wanted to torture me, but since I didn't fail, I expect you are going to be even worse with me…" Dean explained.

Castiel smirked.

"You really are afraid of me… Sometimes I forget that…"

Dean's mouth fell open. He didn't know why Castiel was smirking, and it scared him… A smirk never came along, usually it was followed by mean words and physical pain… So he closed his eyes and waited for the pain to arrive.

A few minutes passed and nothing happened.

Slowly he opened his eyes, only to find Castiel sitting in front of him with an amused expression on his face.

"Don't let me stop you, by all means, I can stay here watching you fear me all day!"

"Why didn't you do anything to me?" Dean asked, a bit afraid of the answer.

Castiel rolled his eyes.

"We are in the middle of school… I don't want a suspension!" He explained.

Most jocks were dumb people, but Castiel was known for his brains. He was the King for some reason. He was always the one with the best plans to torture someone, the one to have the master plan for hunting the weak.

"And I love psychological fear…" He admitted. "Well… Back to what's important… Why were you running this morning?"

Dean gulped. He really didn't want Crowley to be mad… But it was Castiel the one that could hurt him the most, so he opted for the truth.

"I- Someone was trying to get your shirt full of drabbles and drawings… So I ran from them, before they could do either of the above." Dean said carefully to not give away the names of the ones following him.

"Why did they want to do that? Did they think it was your shirt?" Castiel was playing dumb, he just wanted to see what Dean was willing to tell.

"No… They knew it was your shirt." Dean admitted. "They thought you would end me if the shirt was worse than before."

Castiel nodded.

"Alright… And who was willing to ruin my shirt to make you pay?" He asked the final question. The one Dean was hoping he wouldn't ask. The one Castiel wanted to know if Dean was willing to answer.

"Hmmm… They… I don't know their names…" Dean lied.

"Bullshit." Castiel cut him quickly. "You know exactly their names… I can see the fear in your eyes. What are you scared of now, Dean?"

Dean stopped breathing for a second.

"You know my name?" He asked.

"No, I just called you that because I felt like doing so… What do you think, assbutt?"

"Sorry… I didn't know you knew my name, that is all…" Dean explained. "How do you know my name?"

"We have had classes together in the past…" Castiel admitted. "…But I only knew your last name, I found your first name today when Mr. Lafitte handed me my shirt."

Dean looked at him wide eyed.

"You remember having classes with me?"

"I'm not exactly asleep in classes… And you have been the one person who gets kicked around the school the most… I know the infamous Mr. Winchester… But I have no idea who 'Dean' is…" Castiel explained.

"Oh… I see…"

"You know my name, right?" Dean nodded. "Why don't you ever use it?"

"I didn't know if I was supposed to call your name… I'm a bit of a loser around here…" Dean said bitterly. "And your name is a bit mouthful…" He said, quickly he hit his own mouth, he took a deep breath before continuing. "I mean… No offense! It's a beautiful name, but it's a bit mouthful…"

Castiel found Dean to be very strange. He was always afraid, and trying to make himself look invisible. It made Castiel intrigued by Dean. He wanted to understand this person. And he wanted to have some fun while doing so…

"Then what do you suggest?" Castiel asked amused, wanting to see what Dean would come up with. His brothers usually said the same thing, and just called him 'Cassie' which he dreaded.

Dean looked at the table, thinking hard. A few seconds later, he looked back at Castiel with a tine smile.

"How about Cas?" He asked.

Castiel frowned.

"Cas?" Dean nodded. "It doesn't sound as bad as Cassie… If you want you can call me Cas…" Castiel declared.

"Alright, Cas…"

Cas raised himself from the chair and started walking away.

"I still want to know who was chasing you, Dean… When you feel like talking come to me and tell me." And so he left.

Dean stared at the closed door, that Cas left behind.

"Did I just became friends with him?" Dean asked himself in disbelief.

I hope you liked this chapter! Some people asked for them to interact, so I came up with this! ^^ Those of you who wished me luck for my math test... It didn't go well... I think I'm going to fail the test... TT_TT Anyway, THANK YOU for those who favorited and followed this story! THANK YOU for those who review the story! And above that, THANK YOU for taking your time and reading the story! It would be awesome if every reader actually reviewed, but I know that sometimes we just can't review... But it means the world to me when people actually review!