The following morning Castiel showed up at the Winchester home's driveway at the exact time as the prior morning. He sipped vanilla iced coffee from a straw while searching for a decent tune on the radio. The dark haired teen left a Bruno Mars song playing. Cas didn't discriminate against any form of music. As long as he enjoyed the music and lyrics he wasn't picky. Ok he did draw the line to Polka and most form of Country music. He honked since Dean was taking forever to come out. Mother Teresa was probably ashamed to face him after yesterday's impromptu smooch.
Dean finally emerged from the house. He strapped a black messenger bag across one of his shoulders. Today the Winchester opted for a preppy look which consisted of khaki pants, green Polo shirt and brown loafers. This boy was going to be the death of him. Dean walked slower than a tortoise high on pot towards the pimp mobile. Castiel rolled his eyes and honked louder. Dean jumped a little making Cas chuckle. Dean glared at him.
He opened the passenger door and plopped his butt on the seat. Dean was buckling his seatbelt, when something landed on his lap. He gazed downward to find a red plastic bag wrapped with a tiny white bow. "What's this?"
"Some Hershey's kisses...it's my way of apologizing for yesterday. From now on these are the only kisses you will receive from me, your holiness." Cas smiled before driving out into the street.
Dean gulped hard. Why did those words leave him with a hollow feeling inside? "Good" He turned his head to gaze at the passing scenery.
The two teens shared World History for third period. Dean was a history buff but he wasn't a fan of Mr. Roche's unconventional teaching methods. On the other hand, the Brit was Castiel's favorite teacher ever. Today was going to be a fun class.
Mr. Roche was teaching the juniors about Ancient Rome and Egypt. Balthazar brought in a beautiful crimson and gold themed carpet he claims to have bought during his travels through Cairo several years ago. The 5'10 blond man unrolled the woven carpet down the middle aisle. "A carpet familiar to this one was where a young Cleopatra was hidden in to meet Julius Caesar for the first time. After emerging from it, the temptress danced seductively for the most powerful man in the world." He moved his hips from side to side.
Some of the jocks whistled. Dean rolled his eyes. He looked around the classroom and the majority of the thirty students present were riveted by their teacher's lecture. "Cleopatra was no great beauty as she's been depicted in the movies but she was cunning and used this ability to seduce powerful men."
Castiel raised his hand. "Is it true she was in the middle of a Caesar and Marc Antony sandwich?"
Dean whipped his head around and gawked at his friend. Castiel winked at him. "Careful Novak...this is unchartered territory for St. Dean," Gabriel said. The rest of their classmates laughed. Crowley shot a spitball at the back of Dean's neck. Dean wiped it away.
"That's enough! Crowley you have an hour detention this afternoon," Balthazar's grey eyes landed on the troublemaker.
"Brilliant idea that way I can recruit new customers. Business has been a bitch lately." Crowley returned to doodling a nude Cleopatra with humungous knockers on his binder instead of writing down notes.
Mr. Roche resumed his lecture. "Yes, Castiel you are correct. Many scholars believe the Queen of the Nile partook in ménage a trois with both men. Once she shacked up with Marc Antony they hosted orgies."
