UPDATE! I'm so sorry for another long break. This whole chapter is on Castiel's P.O.V. Hope you enjoy and please review!

Castiel:

"Kinda sounded like a douche there, but I see where you're coming from," Meg said, listening while concentrating on whatever she was writing.

It was now after school and I was staying over at Meg's house per usual. I nodded still not fully understanding how I sounded like a douche. "What'cha writing?"

"Your life," she said, not looking up.

"What?"

Meg held up the sheet of paper. "Ta-da!"

I looked at the paper noticing her penmanship was still the same as it was years ago. My eyes searched the graphs she had drawn and it was indeed my life- my past relationships. I glanced briefly at the lists of names and I noticed how she had omitted her name. It surprised as the list kept on going down before I saw Dean's name circled and starred.

"Are you surprised at all about the amount of chicks you banged?"

"Yeah. I don't think this list is right," I said, shaking my head.

"Trust me when I say I took off some for your own sake."

"Wow, for me?" I said, sarcastically.

"Point is, this," she said, jabbing at the paper, "is not going to happen again."

"I thought so too."

"Dean will be your second unofficial boyfriend," Meg said, setting down the paper.

"Second?"

"Hey, you have to give credit to those other chicks whether you had feelings for them or not."

I nodded in agreement.

"So, you gonna call him?"

"What would I say?"

"He's your boyfriend."

"So I should text him instead?"

Meg groaned before relying, "Do what you want."

I reached for my phone remembering the last time I had called him and what it had led too. I waited on the line hearing beeps after beeps. Just when I thought, Dean wasn't going to pick up, he answered.

"Hello?" Dean said, sounding confused.

"Hey. It's me, Castiel."

"Why did you call?" Dean asked, his voice getting higher.

"Well, I wanted to say that I'm sorry for the way I sounded. My great friend had to let me know that I sounded insincere and I wanted you to know that I didn't mean it like that," I said, flashing Meg a look.

"Okay. I'm sorry too. I was also informed by my friend that I over-reacted. I shouldn't have pushed you away, well, I didn't push, but I shoul-"

"It's okay. I know what you mean," I said, chuckling. I heard a sigh of relief on the other end. There was a pause. "So I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, you will."

"Okay. Bye."

"Goodbye Castiel."

I hung up and found Meg smirking at me. "What?"

"I just realized how different people sound when they're talking to the person they love."

"First, I don't sound any different and second, I'm not in love."

Meg laughed. "First, you do, all nervous and careful about what you say. Second, you are even if you don't know it. Trust me, I can tell."

Castiel thought about it. *Am I really in love with Dean Winchester?*

"Hey my parents are gonna come back soon."

I got the hint and stood up. "See you tomorrow."

Meg waved and said the same.

I sat in class dazing off while drawing over my papers. My eyes went to Dean and I stared. I noticed the way his eyes would light up every time the teacher said something interesting and it would suddenly become a battle to finish writing before the teacher began his next sentence. I glanced at his body, admiring it. He wasn't muscular, but he gave off a seducing sense of protection.

"What are you looking at?" a voice said from behind me.

My heart jumped and I looked nervously behind me. It was Crowley. "Nothing man."

Crowley sunk slowly back into his seat, his eyes still on me.

I quickly glanced back at Dean, but was surprised to see that he was raising his hand, his right leg shaking. I watched as he excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once he was gone, I sat up suddenly feeling bare. I had the urge to follow him and so I waited two minutes to avoid suspension before I got up.

"Where are you going Castiel," the teacher said, her face exhausted.

"To the bathroom," I replied, trying to stay as polite as I can.

"Dean is still in the bathroom. Sit and wait until he comes back."

"I really have to go. It's an emergency."

She studied my face and then sighed. Her back faced me and then began talking to the class once again.

I grinned and fast-walked to the bathroom. I found Dean washing his hand with soap. "Hey."

Dean let out a scream and then faced me with panic in his face. "You scared me."

I laughed. "Yeah. I can tell." I quietly watched him dry his hands on tissue paper.

Dean noticed and stared back at me. "Aren't you going to use the bathroom?"

I nodded, not really listening to him. I was too busy watching the way his rough hands rubbed the tissue, wondering how it would feel like again on my skin. Oh god, I missed it so much.

Dean waved his hand in front of my face, his eyebrows frowning. I locked my fingers through his. He gasped in surprise. I approached him and pushed his back forward. His slim body fitting into mine perfectly, I grabbed his ass and sat him on the sink. His legs wrapped against my back and his hands slipped under my shirt, running his fingers over my chest. I took him in the mouth, my tongue exploring his mouth remembering the first time we kissed and how it was still full of desire. I could feel his dick hardening in response. His crotch was pressed against mine.

Suddenly, his hand dropped from my side. I looked at him and followed his gaze.I clenched my jaw and my gaze shifted back to Dean.

"Holy shit," Crowley said, his face full of surprise and disgust.