Chapter twenty-one
September 16th, 2014 (Continuation)
Dean was glad that he had been holding onto the armrest of his desk, because he was pretty sure if he hadn't been, he would've definitely fallen out of his chair.
"Dude, are you okay?" Asher whispered, giving him a concerned look. "You look a bit green."
"Cas.." Dean managed to spit out.
Asher raised his eyebrows. He hadn't heard that name in a while. "What?"
Dean nodded to the front where Castiel was introducing himself. "That's Cas."
Asher followed his gaze and when he recognized Castiel, he said, "Holy shit… didn't he and sister leave like almost four years ago?"
"Guess they came back.." Dean answered him before returning his attention upfront. However, Castiel wasn't in the front anymore. Dean concluded that he had missed Castiel's introduction because Castiel was already walking to the back of the classroom and sitting down next to a black-haired girl.
"He just had to sit next to Meg?"
"Dean, she's not that bad." Asher said. "Despite your differences, you might find that you guys have a lot in common."
"You sound a lot like Jo. Has she been lecturing you?" Dean said, teasingly.
"All the time." Asher said, then shook his head. "But stop changing the subject. Meg's not the devil."
"Oh believe me, I know that. She's a demon, not the devil."
Asher shook his head at his friend's stubbornness. "Fine, have it your way. We're all just tired of your fights."
"Hey she's the one who starts them." Dean exclaimed.
"Dean, you sound like a three-year old."
Dean grunted in his response.
"Whatever, fine." Asher turned his attention back to the lesson.
Meanwhile, Dean glanced back at Castiel and Meg. She was whispering something into his ear and smiling and within seconds, Castiel was smiling as well. That didn't make Dean angry. Of course not. Not one bit. Apparently Dean hadn't been as stealthy as he thought he was because, within seconds, blue eyes made eye contact with his eyes and he almost fell out of his chair a second time. For an athlete, he sure was very coordinated.
Dean turned away and tried to pay attention to the ramblings of his teacher but after seeing Castiel, his brain had gone into overdrive. His thoughts went from 'Oh my god-that's Cas- Oh my god I hope he is okay' to 'well he has to be-look at how strong and fit he looks compared to his scrawny twelve year old self' to 'where the fuck did that come from.'
The only thing that brought his attention back was when called on him to answer the question.
Asher muttered the answer under his breath and Dean thanked the heavenly gods that he had a genius as a friend who was so nice. Of course Dean would never admit that to Asher. Ever
"See you at that party?" Asher asked after the bell rang and they were packing their 's what he liked about Asher. He din't hold a grudge for too long.
Dean shoved his binder into his backpack. "Dude, I already said that I would go."
Asher sighed. "Just making sure. Alright, see you later man." With that, Asher left to his next class.
As he walking out into the hallway, someone stepped in front of him and didn't let him pass.
Dean looked up and saw whom it was. "Meg."
"Dean." She smirked, twirling a strand of her curly hair.
"What do you want?" He said, annoyed. Although he wasn't Meg's friend and they never really got along, Asher and Jo were friends with her and therefore they had to put up with each other. However, now that neither of their friends were in the classroom, they acted however they wanted.
"Heard you were going to that party." Meg said slyly.
"Yeah, probably for a few hours." Dean arched an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Oh I'm going to that party." She said, and then added, "And guess who I'm bringing?"
"Meg, I really don't care about your boyfriend of the day." Dean glanced at his watch. "Nor do I have the time for this."
"Oh I think you'll like who I bring to the party." Meg snickered. "Remember that blue-eyed friend of yours? You guys used to be so inseparable back in the days." She giggled.
Dean narrowed his eyes and said, "I swear Meg.. if you hurt him.."
"Don't you worry, sweetie, I would never want to hurt that pretty angel face." Meg then walked out of the classroom.
Her laughter could be heard as she left the classroom and walked down the hallway.
Dean was going to kill her.
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