8: More Destiel

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Cas cut this up in the end because all they'd been doing was talking about useless things, and not their work. It turned out neither of them knew what they actually had to do.

Cas, because Dean had distracted him so much in that class that he couldn't concentrate and without a brain he hadn't been able to multitask, and Dean, because he had just taken the first thing offered, making sure he'd be Cas's partner. 

He didn't admit that though, but he justified his dumbness with "I don't really care about school in the first place" – so they ended up (okay, it was Dean) calling Benny. 

Because although Cas had been in this school for years, he had only recently made his first friend, and Dean, despite his assertions that he didn't fit in the school, which actually was very consistent with Cas's own observations and conjectures that Dean came off as the popular bad boy, but still felt too good to hang out with the "stupid level-less morons" as he had formed it, he had managed to connect with some halfway tolerable peers, including Benny. 

Who told him they had to dome something history related (very helpful, Benny, thanks) that had to be very old.

"Very old. Wow, that's specific," Cas said sarcastically after Dean had hung up.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You need to see things more positive, dude. Negativity ruins one's life."

"But – what on earth can we do?" Cas desperately threw his hands in the air. "Something old. Like... there's so much."

"Leaves more playground for creativity," Dean suggested as the positive way to see it. 

Cas couldn't agree. "But I'm not creative." He sighed and put his head in his hands.

"You read much. Readers are usually-"

"How'd you know?" Cas asked, interrupting him. "I didn't tell you I read a lot."

"Well, I figured the one thousand and one books in here aren't just for decoration," Dean answered, rolling his eyes. 

Cas relaxed and scolded himself to immediately accusing Dean of... he didn't even know himself what he had thought. Little did he know his accusations were actually reasoned this time. Dean had known Cas was crazy about books long before he had stepped into his room.

But Cas did not need to know this yet.

And according to Dean, he shouldn't in a long while.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry I interrupted you." Cas felt bad. What feeling of distrust must he has given Dean now? Now Dean'd think he'd have some kind of paranoia.

But the boy just shrugged. "Don't worry about it. You can ask me any question you want, Cas, any time." He was quit for a second, but not giving Cas enough time to think of an answer. 

Which was better as Cas wouldn't have known how to respond.

"Anyways. People who read a lot... they are used to explore new worlds and discover things only other readers have ever found out about, and they are so literate that you can ask them any thing and in 8 of ten cases they know the right answer."

"You can just say I'm smart, I'll accept," Cas said, smiling. "But no, seriously – the things you named are probably true, but I'm the reader, not the writer – that's the point. For creating I'm not creative enough, only to read about stuff that already exists."

"That's what you have to do now, too," counters Dean. "Read about some ancient cosmic beings on some amateur website, inform yourself and make a poster about it. You've done it a thousand times before, not just with this topic. It's not too hard, and because you read a lot, you maybe know some stuff out of your head."

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