Dean (POV)
The rest of the day drags on slowly, except for the classes with Ami and Cas. Cas seems a bit shy, but Ami's so bombastic she makes up for it. Whenever Cas smiles, it makes me want to do everything to make him do it again. Wow, that was really gay. I saw Sam talking to some kid during art class and laughing. He usually has a bit more trouble making friends than me, even though he's one of the friendliest people I know.
"Dean! Over here!" I hear Cas calling my name from outside the building. I look out the hallway window and raise my eyebrow. He points to the door down the hall as I slip through it.
"I just wanted to ask if you could give us five minutes in the house before you come in. We've just got to get some stuff done before we have a guest over." He stumbles over his words a little, and it's the cutest thing ever. Why am I acting so gay all the sudden?
"It's fine man. I'll drop my little brother off at home then head to your place. What's your number? Just text me the address."
"Oh, here." He pulls a glittery pink pen out of his pocket and grabs my arm, rolling up my sleeve and writing his number on my arm.
"Pink with glitter? Really?"
"Sorry. That's all I've got."
"It's fine. I know my brother is going to find this hilarious. See you in a little while." I say and Cas waves as I walk to the parking lot. Sam is impatiently waiting outside the car.
"What took you so long?"
"I'm meeting up with some friends tonight. I got their number." I gesture to my arm and he chuckles.
"Pink sparkly pen? So, by meeting up you mean you found the hottest girl and you're going to go make out behind a restaurant."
"No! I'm meeting up with Castiel and his sister, Ami. We're studying chemistry."
"Yeah, 'studying'." I roll my eyes and slide into the car. Sam puts on his headphones and leans back in the seat. I turn on a Metallica album just to annoy Sammy. The roads are practically empty and it takes less time to get back to the apartment complex. Sam grabs his stuff and quickly gets out of the car and runs up the stairs. He mist have a lot of homework or something. What a nerd. I pull out my phone and enter the number written on my arm ino my contact list. I send out a message saying,
D: Hey, this is Dean from school. I'm about to start driving to your place. What's your address?
C: Hello, Dean. I'll send you a google maps link
The link pops up and I click on it. Huh, he lives five minutes away. I sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody passionately in the car as I drive. When I stop at a stoplight, an elderly woman in the car next to me gives me a really strange look. I clear my throat and look straight ahead. Things like this embarrass me so much. I pull into a quiet neighborhood and into the third driveway. The house is a very nice size and built with soft pink bricks. I walk up to the door and raise my hand to knock. The sound of voices inside make me stop.
"WAS THAT HIS CAR?" I hear Cas yell at someone.
"YES THAT WAS HIS CAR! OH MY FATHER ARE THERE STILL FEATHERS ON THE FLOOR? PICK UP THE FUCKING FEATHERS! ILL DISTRACT HIM!" Ami starts shouting as well.
"NO DONT ANSWER THE DOOR!"
"CAS! AMI! SHUT THE HELL UP! YOURE SO ANNOYING!" A female voice I don't recognize.
"CAN IT ANNA THIS IS IMPORTANT!"
"I HATE YOU BOTH!" A door slams.
"IM GOING TO THE DAMN DOOR! NO ONE CAN STOP ME." The door flies open and Ami runs right into me. She freaks out and jumps back. "Sorry! I didn't know you were here! Hold on, could you help me with something? I'm like 85% sure I hear the neighbor's dog across the street. Is he over there?"
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