A/N: Sorry it's been so long, I'm in a local theater troupe and we were performing for the last two weeks so that's about 44 hours of performing plus rehearsal and set up time so needless to say I was too mentally and physically exhausted to get any constructive writing/typing done. But now that that's done, I'm going to do as much updating as I can in the two weeks before school starts, then after that…well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

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Sitting With A Cullen

The rest of the morning passed in a blur, my mind unable to take in my surrounds because it was too focused on trying to figure out if my conversation with Castiel had been real or just a very convincing dream- after all it wouldn't be the first time I had had an extremely convincing Dream about Castiel.

I entered the cafeteria with Becky who was babbling on about her plans for the dance. I nodded absentmindedly as my eyes drifted to Castiel's usual table. My heart fell the moment I seen that there were only four people at the table. I sighed, buying a bottle of soda and followed Becky towards our table in a daze.

"Dean."

I turned to Becky, realizing that she was stopped next to me and had apparently been trying to say something that required my attention. "Yeah?"

"Castiel Cullen is staring at you again," She told me with a smirk. "I wonder why he's sitting alone today."

I followed her gaze to see Castiel sitting alone at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. He caught my eye and made a gesture for me to come over. My jaw nearly dropped off of my face.

"Does he mean you?" Becky asked, her voice a mixture of excitement and confusion.

"Maybe he needs help with our Biology project," I muttered. "I'll see you later." I waved to Becky and walked over to Castiel's table. Once I got there I stood behind the chair across from him, completely at a loss for any snarky comments.

"Would you like to sit with me today?" He asked, actually giving me a small smile.

I sat down automatically and stared at him, unable to speak as I absorbed how beautiful he looked when he smiled.

He continued to watch me in silence, probably waiting for me to say something.

"This is…different," I finally managed to get out.

"Well…" he cleared his throat and spoke in a rush, "I have decided that as long as I'm going to Hell I might as well give my father a reason for it."

I sat open-mouthed for a minute. "Uh, yeah, I have no friggin idea what you just said."

Castiel gave me one of his barely-there smiles, "I'm aware." His eyes raked over the room before returning to me. "It seems that I may have angered your friends in stealing your presence."

I sighed, thinking of what all their faces would look like, "They'll live."

"I may not give you back though," He said seriously, his voice coming out even lower than usual.

I couldn't stop the shiver that ran up my spine at his words.

His brow furrowed and his head tilted to the side, "You appear worried."

"No," I cleared my throat, "Just um, surprised. I mean, what brought all this on?"

"As I told you, I found trying to stay away from you very…difficult. So I'm giving up."

"Giving up?" I questioned, meeting his eyes.

"Yes, Dean. Giving up on trying to be good. On trying to redeem myself in my father's and sibling's eyes. On trying to find my father for that matter. On all of it and just…letting the chips fall where they may."

"You lost me again," I sighed.

He nodded, giving me a small smile, "That's exactly the problem; I always seem to find myself telling you too much."

"Well I only understand about 10% of it so no worries," I said wryly.

"That's what I'm depending on."

"So…" I shifted uneasily, "In plain English, are we like…friends now?"

"Friends…" He repeated slowly as if he was testing the way it sounded.

"Or not," I muttered, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice.

He gave me the same barely-there smile as before, "We can try I suppose." His face turned serious, "But I'm not a good friend for you, Dean."

"So I've been told."

"Yes, your inability to grasp the concept has required me to state this on multiple occasions. If you were smart you would listen and avoid me."

"Well from what you've said, I'm not exactly the brightest crayon in the box," I grinned.

He looked down, "My apologize, I didn't mean to insinuate that-"

"Dude, relax," I laughed, "So, uh, as long as I'm being…an 'idjit', as my dad would say, we'll try to be….friends?"

"Yes that is correct."

I looked down at my hands, unsure of what to say next.

"What are you thinking?"

I looked up into his electric blue eyes, getting lost in them and blurting out the truth, "I'm trying to figure out what the Hell you are."

His jaw tightened, but he nodded slowly, "And how's that going?"

"Shitty," I admitted after a moment of thought.

"May I hear some of your possibilities?"

I looked back to the table to stop the blush that was trying to make an appearance because of the fact that my top two theories were Batman or Wolverine.

"Do you plan on answering?"

"Not really," I muttered, "Too embarrassing."

"That's very…frustrating," Castiel told me through what sounded like clenched teeth.

"No," I countered, "How could refusing to tell someone what you're thinking while making cryptic little remarks be frustrating?"

He responded with a head-tilt.

"Or better," I continued, finally letting some of my anger and annoyance loose, "Say that said person also did a shitload of bazar things like, I don't know…going from saving your life under impossible circumstances one day to treating you like a cockroach the next and never explaining any of it, even after promising that he would. That also would be very non-frustrating."

Castiel tilted his head further (Dammit how the Hell could someone tilting their head turn me on?!), "I don't understand your definition of 'non-frustrating.'"

I let out a sigh of frustration.

"You have somewhat of a temper, don't you?"

"I don't like people who act one way one day and completely opposite the next," I grit, meeting his eyes again.

We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, my hazel-green eyes boring into his irritatingly brilliant blue orbs.

His eyes finally broke the stare to flicker over my shoulder for a second before returning to eyes, a small smile appearing on his lips.

"What?" I snapped a little sharper than I'd meant to.

"Your girlfriend seems to think that I'm being unpleasant with you. She's even debating on whether or not to come over here and break up our fight."

"I don't know who you're talking about, but you're wrong," I said, my voice cold and sharp.

"I assure you I'm not. As I said: I'm very good at reading people."

"Except me of course," I huffed with an eye-roll.

"Yes, except for you, Dean." His eyes fixed on mine yet again and his brow furrowed, "I wonder why that is."

I forced my eyes away from his intense stare, instead fixing them on the label of my Dr. Pepper.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"No," I sighed, looking up, but being sure not to meet his eyes, "You?"

"No, I'm not hungry," He muttered, looking down at the empty table surface in front of him.

I watched him in silence for a moment before speaking, "Can I ask a favor?"

He looked up, "That depends on what the favor is."

"It's not much…I was just wondering if you could…you know, give me a little bit of warning beforehand the next time you decide to ignore me for my own good?" I returned my eyes to the bottle in my hand. "You know, just so I'm prepared."

He nodded, "Fair enough…Then may I have one answer from you in return?"

I sighed, but smile, "One." Because come on, how bad could it be?

A/N#2: Alright so there that is, I hope you liked it no matter how pitifully short it was, Please leave some feedback and I promise the more I get the faster the next chapter (which has more of the boys getting along) will be up :)