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Castiel blushed at Dean's unabashed stare. He began mumbling about how he had to go but Dean held up his hands halting Castiel's frantic gathering of his things. "Can I eat with you?" Dean asked calmly as he held up his own sandwich and a thermos. Castiel's mouth shut instantly and he nodded slowly. Shit. He was going to make a fool of himself. Again. He put his bag back down slowly, leaning back against the tree once more. Dean sat down in front of Castiel and began unwrapping his sandwich.
"So...you teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Castiel asked after a long awkward silence in which Dean was staring curiously into Castiel's eyes.
"Mhmm." Dean said nodding.
"You must be a powerful wizard." Castiel said. He looked down at his sandwich. He wasn't nearly that good. His brothers told him as much. Especially after Gabe left. Those damn students. He thought he'd put that behind him. He'd gotten over it. Now he just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. He looked back up at Dean who was now looking worried.
"Why?" Dean asked. Castiel tilted his head in confusion. He didn't understand the question. Dean put out his hand and Castiel flinched back. Dean looked miffed and angry but continued. He gently placed his hand on Castiel's cheek. "You're crying." He said as he brushed away a tear. Castiel looked accusingly at the tear as it dripped off Dean's thumb. "Why are you crying?" Dean asked his voice was steady but gentle.
"Am I?" Castiel asked as he began wiping his eyes on the tan sleeve of his robe.
"You can talk to me if you want." Dean said. Castiel shook his head, steeling himself against thought of his brother.
"How's your brother handling the first challenge?" Castiel asked trying to make conversation. "I promise to help any way I can." He said earning a thankful smile from Dean.
"Well, he's battling a ghoul in a graveyard. He hasn't got a clue so I'm not holding out much hope." Dean said despondently. "The other two got easy things. Ruby guy Cornish pixies in the dining hall and Crowley got a phoenix in the quiddich pitch." Dean said with a frustrated huff.
"Are they given a choice of weapon?" Castiel asked. Dean nodded.
"I liked it when you touched my face." Castiel said as he grabbed his bag and rushed into the castle. He found Meg and asked her to get Sam Winchester for him. She did immediately.
"Who the hell are you?" Sam asked. He looked around to find that they were in Castiel's bedroom and his face flushed.
"Just listen to me." Castiel snapped at him. He was going to be late to his next class with the Ravenclaws. They would be no e too happy about that. "You're fighting a ghoul. They're faster and stronger than you. You want a sword or an axe. The only way to kill it is to cut off its head. They change shape into whatever they feed on so it can look like anything and anyone." He said before pushing Sam out the door and locking it behind them as he hurried off to his class.