The next week passes in a blur. When Cas meets Dean in the school coridor he smiles shyly and waves before continuing his walk. Dean just grins back and locks eyes with the blue-eyed boy, which makes Cas go a little weak in the knees. They don't talk though, not until their shared Italian class on Friday.
"Hey, Cas" Dean greets as he sits down in his assigned seat.
"Hello, Dean" Castiel says a small smile on his lips.
"D'you think we get that test paper back today?"
Castiel's eyes widen as he remembers that he completely failed that test. He lets his head fall to the desk and mumbles:" God, I hope not."
Dean just chuckles and alleges:"It can't be that bad-"
Castiel interrupts him with an incredulous glare, and Dean quickly shuts his pretty mouth.
Mr. Crowley is still not in the classroom so Dean swallows hard and turns, once again, towards Castiel. "Ehm..." the boy starts blushing as Castiel looks him deep in the eyes," W-when should I pick you up tomorrow?"
Castiel grins and licks his lips, Dean's eyes follow the motion of his lips, which draws a low chuckle out of the younger boy. Dean quickly glances away, his face is bright red.
"Around seven?" Castiel asks, smile still visible Dean just nods and to his luck Mr. Crowley enters the classroom and starts the lesson.
"Buongiorno, raggazzi!" the teacher in the dark suit greets.
"Buongiorno, professore." The students recite.
Mr. Crowley sits back down on his chair and starts talking in Italian, while Castiel tries hard to follow what the man says.
"La maggior parte dei risultati sono buoni, ma per uno studente non è andata molto bene. Va beh, ve li consegno adesso. Controllateli e se avete domande, chiedete a me."
The teacher calls out the student's names and Castiel is confused, he starts sweating and jumps up slighty as Dean's hand touches his. "He's handing back our test papers, he said that one student fucked up and we should correct them now and if we've got any questions we're supposed to ask him."
Castiel swallows hard, he blinks rapidly as he looks into green eyes.
"Thank you." he stammers with genuine. Dean just waves his hand in a don't-think-about-it-man-gesture, he opens his mouth to say something, but Crowley calls his name and he stands up, not without winking at Cas and laughing at the red cheeks of the other boy.
"Fucking Winchester" Cas mutters as he tries to get rid of the blush.
Castiel's name gets called out as the last one. Mr. Crowley stands up and shows with his hands to the door. The boy follows the man obediently out the classroom. Before Crowley even manages to open up his mouth, the boy is already rambling:"I am very sorry and disappointed in my self for that grade Mr. Crowley. If you'd be willing to give me a second chance, I am sure I'll do better next time. Please don't let me fail this class I-"
"Calm down, Castiel." Crowley says, not a hint of worry in his eyes. "I'm not gonna let you fail for one bad mark. C'mon! You act like I'm king of hell or something."
The man chuckles,(even his laughter has a British accent) and punches Cas lightly on the shoulder. "I wanted to suggest you to study together with one of the more… talented students. Maybe Dean Winchester?"
"Yes, I think that would indeed be rather helpful. Thank you, sir."
"No problem, Castiel. Just try harder for the next test paper."
"I will." Relief washed over the boy as he and the teacher reenter the stuffy classroom.
Dean glances up at him curiously, the other boy gives him a small smile and makes his way over to sit on his chair next to Dean.
"What did he say?" he whispers.
"He suggested I study with you. Would that be okay for you?" the blue-eyed boy doesn't dare look into those green eyes.
"Sure. I'd love to."
The happiness in Dean's voice makes him suspicious, he looks over at him with his eyebrows raised in question.
"What?" Dean states, confusion obvious on his face.
"You sound so happy about… studying" the last word is said with a hint of disgust. "I just did not think of you as a person who enjoys studying."
The freckled boy blushes and quickly stands up as the bell rings, announcing the end of the hour.
They both pack up their things and before Dean rushes out the door, like usually, he turns over to Castiel and confesses:" It's not the studying that makes me happy. It's… ehm… the person I'm doing it with that makes me look forward to it."
With that he practically disappears into thin air, while Cas is left standing in his classroom with his mouth wide open.