From across the café dean was sitting with his demon pack discussing the new rule about mixed species rooming. "urg. Why do we have to share rooms with other species. We should just stick to our own kind. Not mixing it." Abadon groaned as she caressed dean's thigh.
"maybe you should stick to your own kind Abby. Or did you forget that I caught you screwing around with a human last sem." Dean said bored. She turned 50 shades of red as she tried to deny the accusations.
"so… squirrel. Any clue as to whom or what you're stuck with?" Crowley asked. Dean shrugged as he picked on some poor human niner nerd. "well I just hope for your sake your not stuck with any sort of angel. They can be such troublesome nuisances." Dean tore his eyes from Castiel and looked at him. He gave him a quick shrug and laid back in the chair. He hadn't thought about whom his roomie was going to be. He just hoped it wasn't going to be an angel. He hated the idea of being a rookie with those snot nosed goodie two shoes. He closed his eyes and slept the rest of lunch.
He hadn't seen the angel boy for the rest of the day. Strangely he was a bit disappointed in this fact. He couldn't get those crystal blue eyes and goofy smile out of his head. Dean shook his head and looked at his sheet of paper. "82,83,84, ah 85, here it is." He said as he reached his dorm room. He opened the door and found the last person he'd thought he'd room with. Dean looked at the door then back to his paper to make sure he was in the right room. Sure enough he was in the right place. The angel boy was sitting right in front of him, unpacking his things.
The angel looked up at him and groaned. "great, just what I need. Look ill stay out of your way, just leave me alone." He said as he raised his hands in surrender. Dean noticed the small bruises on his arms. They looked freshly made and looked like they hurt., instead of laughing Dean felt bad for the angel. He walked to his room and dug through his things to find his first aid kit.
When he found it he went to the angels room. He didn't even bother to knock. He just barged in and pointed to the angel. "come on angel boy. You'll need to clean those cuts and bruises before they get infected." He said. The angel stared at him questionably.
Castiel looked at the demon trying to figure out who he knew about the cuts and bruises. He had only just gotten into a scuffle with yet another bunch of demons. They had hit and cut him several times before he could get away. The Cas noticed the bruises on his arms where they had grabbed him. He was so focused on this thought he didn't notice the demon walked right up to him.