Cas's POV

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Destiel high school AU (Cas' POV) for classicrockandcherrypie

The rest of the week passed in a haze. A ll I could think about was Dean. Our date, his eyes, his laugh, his smile. I wondered if he felt the same. "Probably not" I thought. What would a popular kid like him want with me? And then Saturday rolled around. I was ready by six, so I put on a CD that I had bought of one of the band from his posters, which was surprisingly good. Then, finally, it was seven o' clock, and my apartment's doorbell rang. I rushed to the door, eager to see Dean again. There he was, with all his beauty, and he said "let's go, I'm so excited!" And I nodded in agreement.

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