Aren't You A Pretty Thing?

Chapter 4

Dean stands outside the theater room doors, his breath caught in his throat. He shouldn't be nervous yet he is. After that fiasco during lunch he's pretty damn sure that the whole group thinks he's nuts. No telling what Castiel has told them. He probably bragged about knocking him down with only one punch. Dean groaned, his cheek was still sore even though it's been 3 hours since. He hasn't even dared to look in the mirror yet. Dean's been punched in the face many times but this one felt different. Something about Castiel got to Dean and it was driving him nuts. Dean peers into the tinted window on the door but it's no use, it's blacked out to where he can't even see a shadow. All he could think about since lunch was Castiel this and Castiel that. What kind of name is Castiel anyway? Dean shakes his head and glances down either side of the empty hallway. The group has surely started by now and once Dean walks in there will be an immediate spotlight on him. Dean shakes his arms out and bounces on the balls of his feet, staring at the floor. "Whats the big deal?" He asks to himself, he keeps his voice low even though he's alone. "They're probably dying to have someone popular in their little group anyway." It's not the group that Dean is worried about though, it's Castiel. He want's to make a good impression and that has already been blown.

Dean jerks his head up and jumps back as the doors open. Castiel stands in the doorway holding both of them ajar. "Can we help you?"

Deans mouth goes dry. "Uh, I was just... just walking by. Yeah, just walking by." Dean laughs awkwardly. "That's a really random question to ask whenever you open a door and see someone minding their own business. I mean-"

Castiel cuts him off. "We could see you Dean, you've been standing here for the past 10 minutes." Castiel taps the window on one of the doors. "It's only tinted on the outside."

An uncontrollable blush blossoms on Deans cheeks. He looks over Castiels shoulder and sure enough the others are seated in a circle laughing behind their hands. Dean swallows hard and returns his gaze to Castiel, who's lips are quirked in an amused smile. "I was wondering if you had room for one more."

Castiel's smile drops. "What are you talking about?"

Dean points to the group inside, their faces mirror Castiel's. "I want to join your bible study."

Castiel takes a breath, "You what?"

"There's only so many ways to ask and I think I've been pretty straight forward." Dean shoves his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels.

Castiel stares at Dean for what feels like an eternity before finally saying, "No." With that he closes the doors.

Dean stands there in stunned silence. Did he just.... Dean rubs the back of his neck and turns in a small circle, a mixture of anger and confusion written on his face. "This is a joke right?" He shouts at the door. He's met with silence. He takes a step forward and asks louder, "This. Is. A joke. Right!?" More silence. Dean makes an unintelligible sound and storms into the room, slamming open both doors. "Ha ha, very funny Castiel." Dean aggressively grabs an empty chair and shoves himself into the circle. He turns the chair backwards and sits down, resting his arms over the back. He looks to the girl on his left, "Hi, I'm Dean." He then looks to the guy on his right, "Hi, I'm Dean." Neither of them reply. Castiel sits directly in front of him, a bible open in his lap. Dean sniffs and stares him dead in the face, "Continue."

Castiel calmly closes the bible, "You're not welcome here, Dean Winston."

Dean gives a little laugh, "Winchester." He looks to the girl on his left and gestures to Castiel. "Can you believe this guy? Who gets Winston from Winchester?" She only stares and Dean shakes his head, looking from person to person. "Do any of you talk or is it just Castiel?" They all stare back in silence and Dean stands, picking up his chair and walks to the center of the circle. "Hello!?" He slams the chair on the ground repeatedly. "Hello!? Can any of you hear me!?"