You're the devil in disguise

Chapter Four: Tutoring

After two weeks of classes Castiel can safely say he absolutely loves his major and has grown quite fond of his classmates as well. Dean loves his major and classmates too, from what Castiel has come to understand he is even very close with his advisor and teacher Bobby Singer. So far this has kept him in a good mood, but of course all good things must come to an end.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yells, stomping into the room and slamming his backpack onto the floor before lying down in his bed.

"Something bothering you?" Castiel asks, flipping through his book unfazed. Of course he doesn't really care, but proper manners dictates he must pretend.

"That god damn teacher Uriel is being a bitch about biology." Dean grumbles, making Castiel smile.

"Ah yes, Uriel, I remember him. He was a pretty funny guy." He looks to Dean curiously. "What is he doing?"

"Are you kidding me? That man is funny? The only thing funny about him is that his parents are fans of The Little Mermaid." Dean scoffs and Castiel raises a brow.

"What does an old Disney movie have to do with anything?"

"Uriel, Ariel, there is obviously a connection."

Castiel covers his mouth with his hand to hide a smile. That misunderstanding could almost be considered cute. "Winchester…Uriel is the name of an angel. Just as mine, Gabriel, Samandriel, and Raphael's are. Probably Michael's too." He explains and Dean full out laughs.

"You're named after an angel? So is that why Crowley calls you that?" Dean asks, receiving a dark look from Castiel.

"Stay away from Crowley, Winchester, he will only hurt you", warns Castiel as he feels a sudden urge to go threaten Crowley on Dean's behalf.

"Calm down Castiel, I'm not going to become his buddy or anything. He sometimes come up to me and talks about you…" explains Dean as he turns to Castiel curiously, "What exactly is up with you two anyways?"

"I do not mean to sound rude, Winchester, but that is none of your business." Castiel says bluntly before getting up and grabbing Dean's biology book from off the floor. "If you are interested in some help with biology I suppose I could assist…" He offers, flipping through the familiar book. "I took the class online and only met with Uriel a few times, but I have a pretty good idea of what he wants from his students."

Dean sits up in his bed and stares at Castiel surprised. "You would really help me?" He asks before laughing a little. "Damn you bible thumpers have a major sense of duty don't you?"

"We believe in helping all who are in need." Castiel says before roughly dropping the thick book in Dean's lap. "Regardless of how ungrateful or offensive they may be."

"Ow! Son of a bitch, Castiel! Don't drop shit in my lap!" Dean yells as he watches the other boy go to sit on his own bed.

"Then stop calling me a bible thumper. It's offensive."

"Yeah, because all your words about me are so damn kind."

Castiel rolls his eyes. "All of my words are truthful. If they are not kind then perhaps you should rethink your choices in life."

"You know what? I don't want you help." Dean decides and Castiel shakes his head.

"Do you really want to be like that?" Castiel asks, leaning forward in his bed. "Can you afford to fail Uriel's class?"

"Of course I can't! But I'd rather fail than have to fucking deal with you!"

"That is fine. It's not my grade so I don't care either way, really. If you flunk I can at least have a chance of getting a nice roommate."

Dean wordlessly grabs his biology book from beside him and stomps over to Castiel's side of the room, jumping up next to him in the bed and plopping the book down between them. "Teach me." He commands, looking at Castiel annoyed. "I don't want you to get out of this hell while I have to enter a new one, so teach me."

Castiel stares at him in awe before grabbing up the book and sitting closer. "Alright, let's start with-"

"Whoa! Dude! Personal space!" Dean yells, pushing on Castiel's shoulder to move him away.

"Huh? I'm not touching you, so what is wrong?" Castiel asks, genuinely confused as the man keeps pushing on him.

"You are way too close right now, Castiel. Touching isn't the only way a person can get in your personal space!" Dean groans, removing his hand when he realizes the boy won't budge.

"Yes, well, we must share a book so we must be close to each other." Castiel reasons as he opens the book. "Do you understand this concept or should I draw an explanation out for you? That tends to help children understand."

Dean makes a quiet noise of annoyance before grabbing Castiel's shirt collar and pulling him closer. "I am older than you, Castiel, stop calling me a child just to condescend!"

Castiel looks at him confused. "You were just complaining about my personal space and now if I moved just right we would end up kissing." He observes, trying to loosen Dean's grip and back away. "Something I would greatly like to avoid."

A bright red color rises in Dean's cheeks and he lets Castiel go, pushing him back into his spot. "That is not what that was."

"Good." Castiel says, straightening his shirt out and holding the book to Dean. "So then if we are done with this little round of…banter…perhaps we can get to work?"

"If you are going to talk like a stuck up prick the entire time than I'm out." Dean grumbles, turning away annoyed.

"Only if you can stop acting like any physical contact with me is disgusting unless you are drunk." Castiel counters, pointing to a picture in the book. "Can you explain what is happening here?"

Dean stares at it for a minute and goes to read the heading that Castiel quickly covers. "Hey! That's not fair!"

"It is the second week in, Winchester, I know you covered this in class…or are you not paying attention to the lectures?" Castiel asks, watching Dean tense up.

"I worked hard to get into college, Novak, I'm not going to shit it away by not paying attention."

The brunette's eyes widen for a split second, which he's fairly sure Dean didn't notice. It's not that he's surprised about him working hard, but to be called Novak by the overly familiar guy is pretty unexpected. "So…if I may ask…why did you start college so late?"

Dean frowns and looks away embarrassed. "Sammy got in on a scholarship, but I'm not smart enough for that." He admits. "I had to work for the family garage as a mechanic until I saved up enough."

Castiel looks at Dean with what he reluctantly admits is respect. "That's very noble; to work so hard and not just give up after so long."

Dean laughs a little. "I don't know if you are praising me or insulting me!"

"I assure you it is praise." Castiel insists, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I have newfound respect for you."

"You are awful at praising people." Dean points out and Castiel can't help but smile because despite what the man says, he actually looks pretty proud of himself right now. "You should work on that."

"If more people gave me reason to praise, I would do it more often and become better at it." Castiel mumbles.

"Spoken like a true dick, Cas." Dean rolls eyes and Castiel shrugs.

"Yes well I-Cas?" Castiel looks at him curiously. "I think you missed half of my name, Winchester."

"It's called a nickname, Cas, and if you were to stop acting like such a dick all the time more people would probably give you one." Dean explains.

Castiel sits there silently for a moment, mulling over his very first nickname, "Hey…isn't Cas a girly nickname?"

"Nah, it's unisex", he says, waving off the idea, "Besides, a man with the name of an angel should have a unisex nickname."

"I'm impressed you know angels have no genders."

"I'm not uneducated, Cas, I'm just not a pretentious little dick about my education." Dean points out before looking back to the book. "Now teach me what the hell this shit is."

"Well…this is photosynthesis…see how it shows carbon dioxide, energy, chlorophyll, h2o, and sugar? Those are pretty good indicators of photosynthesis. Mostly the chlorophyll." Castiel explains and in no time the two of them are working through Dean's homework, finishing it with ease.

"Damn Cas, this would be so much easier if you were the teacher!" Dean says after they finish and Castiel shrugs.

"Certain approaches work with certain students", he explains "That's why tutors exist."

Dean looks at him annoyed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He says, lying down on Castiel's bed. "So…you and Crowley aren't, like, ex-lovers or something…right?"

Castiel lets out a shocked gasp and grabs a pillow, smacking Dean with it. "What on earth would give you that disgusting idea Winchester?"

Dean groans, removing the pillow from his face and placing it under his head. "Well he likes to talk to me about you and seems to go out of his way to annoy you….and you know a lot about him…and they say he's gay and you're, well, I don't know what the hell you are.."

"That's a horrible accusation, Winchester. Crowley is just intent on making life difficult for me is all." Castiel explains. "I would never…ever…be even remotely close to a man like him."

Dean looks up at him and Castiel can tell he knows that's not the whole story. "Well, as long as you never dated him. It doesn't matter to me if you are into dudes but I couldn't live with someone dumb enough to be with that guy."

"My taste is much better than that." Castiel assures him. "Although who I am with is technically none of your business, I understand the concern from it possibly being him."

Dean grins and ruffles Castiel's hair. "I should have figured a dick like you wouldn't be with an asshole like him."

Castiel frowns at the feeling of Dean's fingers in his hair. He's never been huge on physical contact. "If that was a compliment you are no better at them than I am, Winchester and do not pet me like you do your little brother."

"Oh hell no, I suck at compliments. That was, as you would say 'merely an observation'." Dean teases, bringing his hand back down to rest under his head. "I won't 'pet' you anymore." He promises, closing his eyes and relaxing some. "You know for a dick you have some alright moments, Cas."

Castiel nods. "I suppose you do as well, Dean." He says, followed by a few minutes of silence until he realizes something. "We're done studying, get out of my bed."

A/N: Tutoring bringing them ever so slightly closer. I don't remember much about biology class, it's been over a year since I last had one...so...just...ignore that part.