A Good Kind Of Different

Chapter 5

I saw Cas eyeing the pizza, and the bottle. He didn't seem like a rule-breaker. I could tell he wasn't.

"Are you sure we should be drinking this? We're eighteen... And the age is-"

"I know what the age is."

See? He was a good boy. I, on the other hand, wasn't.

I watched him while sipping another beer, he looked around at the books and flash cards, then to me, then back to the beer. He sipped it. I watched his every move. He made a face and I laughed. He didn't touch the beer after that, I had quite a few more, though. Then we went back to the studying. Cas started to figure out that I was actually smart and didn't need help with my work, after all. It started to get dark, I sighed.

"I have I walk home, Dean. Maybe we can wrap this to and I can head out...?" Cas sighed, too.

I offered him a ride home, he accepted it. I was glad. We headed out to my sweet car. Just me and him.