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As Dean expected, the room was fairly hectic when he got back. Kevin look tiny in Dean's clothes, he observed. Jo was screaming at another boy named Benny or Barney or something.

I guess he must've made fun of her brother too. It was moments like that that made Dean wish he could've had a brother. How great life could've been if he'd had a little bro to hang with and play hero with. Dean always did love pretending to save the world.

"I'm back guys. Now Jo thank for being the totalitarian dictator while I was gone. I'm happy to see nothing burst into flames." Jo beamed, happy to hear praise. She shot one last glare at Benny before taking her normal seat in the back. He noticed that the boy was gone.

"Where's your little brother, Andy?" Jo rolled her eyes before correcting him. "It's Ash and I sent him back to class. He came to get money for lunch from me." Dean figured that was a good enough explanation.

Glancing at the clock, he noticed that there was only 10 minutes of class left. "Well seeing as there's not enough time to induce my normal slave labor? Lets play a game. It's called everybody shut up until class is over. It's one of my favorites."

He resigned to his desk, sitting in a spinny chair. The chair spun around twice before Dean straightened it and leaned back, putting his feet up on the desk. The room went quiet, almost too quiet.

He looked up after a few minutes to see what they were doing. Kevin was furiously scribbling down what looked like calculus. Jo was doing homework he assumed was due in her next period. Nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe Chuck was the only disturbance in the class.

After a peaceful 10 minutes the bell rang, waking Dean from his half asleep stupor. "See you weirdos next class." He called after them, dismissing the students. He glanced at the clock and groaned. There was still an hour and a half until lunch. "Stupid block scheduling." He wiped his eyes, releasing a loud yawn.

"Not quite naptime yet Dean." Sam teased, his monstrous being standing in the doorway. "You know there may be something to this moose thing." Dean teased back. He noticed that Sam stayed distant.

"What's up Sammy? You usually don't visit until lunch." Sam laughed, shrugging. "I heard you had an interesting morning." Dean groaned, not wanting to talk about it. "Yeah, that ass Chuck poured motor oil over a freshman's head. I'm hoping they'll remove him from this class. Damn brat."

It took a moment to register that Sam was laughing. He was shaking as he choked back fits of laughter. "What?!" Dean asked,once confused then again slightly angry. "It's nothing, it's just..." He paused, laughing. "He reminds me so much of you in high school." Dean looked offended.

He puffed his chest out and glared at Sam. "Sammy did you just call me a brat?" Sam just looked at him and laughed again. He wiped tears from his eyes, and the laughing caused his breathing to be labored.

"Since moving out I seem to have forgotten how little you remember about high school." Dean looked ready to respond but then the bell rang, interrupting him. "I'll get you back for that one Sammy." Sam moved to leave, smiling. "Looking forward to it Dee-Dee."

It was an hour of pure boredom. He played wastebasket ball with crumpled up papers. There wasn't much he could do until the pieces he needed for the car arrived. Twirling in his chair, he thought about going to visit Castiel.

Figuring it was better than being bored, he began walking towards Cas's room. His heart beat faster and faster on the way. It's a short walk, but it takes him past the main office. The school office was decorated with hearts that cling to the window. It wasn't until then that he realized that it was February.

In 2 weeks, it would be Valentine's Day. Ever since Lisa, he's spent every Valentine's day home alone. Sam always seemed to have a date but Dean couldn't bring himself to enjoy the festive holiday. He had proposed to Lisa on Valentine's Day.

Lost in the past, he didn't notice Castiel sneak up behind him. "Boo" the low gruff voice whispered into Dean's ear. Dean jumped back, grasping his chest. "Dammit Cas! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Cas was laughing too hard to respond. "Sorry, it was too easy. You were really spacing out." He got out in between chuckles. Dean tried to glare but gave in and laughed. "I was just coming to see you. I have a question to ask. Do you want to hang out at my place on Valentine's Day? I usually spend it alone but I thought maybe this year you'd like to be alone with me."

Cas smiled, and Dean couldn't help but think what a gorgeous smile he had. "Of course it'd just be a friendly visit." Dean said, more to himself than Cas. "Sure Dean, but I will be asking a certain someone to be my valentine this year. Hopefully he and I will have completely non-platonic plans lined up."

Dean began to pout but caught himself. "Who's the lucky man?" He asked, genuinely curious. Cas just laughed in response. "What's the fun in it if everyone knows? I want it to be a complete surprise." Dean coughed, clearing his throat. "Of course. I was just curious."

He put on his best smile and laughed it off. "Should that fail, you know where I am." Dean put up his hand, bidding the dark haired man farewell. His face felt hot and his heart was beating erratically. "What is happening?" He questioned, trying to force those startlingly blue eyes out of his mind.

I am trying so hard to make it a natural progression but my mind keeps saying 'make out!' As always, read and review.