Seventh Grade

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In seventh grade, Dean met Lisa. She was hot, He had to admit. It was the first day, and they were in a new building.

"Damn, Cas. Look at her." Lisa walked by the two boys in the halls before first hour.

"Dean, you know I don't like it when you swear." He replied.

"Shit- I mean- damn it... wait- FUCK! Sorry. I'll try to work on that." Dean said, giving a half smile.

"Thank you. And in response to the girl, don't even think about it."

"Why not?" His voice tinged disappointment.

"A, because you shouldn't date in seventh grade. B, she's WAY out of your league." He grinned.

"No, I could totally get her if I tried." He raised an eyebrow. "What? I could! I'll show you. I'll have a date by the end of the day."

And sure enough, he did.

"You look depressed." Cas said, trying to suppress a grin. "Did you get rejected?"

"Yeah, but it's okay because we're going out on a date next Monday." Dean grinned.

"No! She actually said yes?" He lost it. He fell on the ground laughing. 

"What's so funny you little shit?" Dean asked.

"It's-" More laughing "I'm sorry, I can't."

"I'm serious!" He pulled Cas up from the ground and punched him in the shoulder.

"Well, then you should enjoy it. Who knows how many girls will actually want to go out with you."

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