Finding Him

Chapter 6

I realized it was NaNoWriMo so I quickly hopped onto my computer to write the next chapter. Enjoy!

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Castiel

The food arrives and it looks wonderful. I'm extremely hungry since I didn't get to eat lunch, because I was in the library. I dig in without a glance in Dean's direction to see if he's started eating. 

"Cas! Where are your manners?" I look up from my half eaten burger with realization. I shouldn't have eaten without Dean taking a bite first. I look at Dean's uneaten burger and my eyes widen. 

"Oh! I'm so sorry Dean! I am really hungry and I-" Dean interrupts me before I can finish and says "Cas! Chill! I was only kidding! There are no manners needed around me. I'm the king of not having manners!"

I look at him and try to see if he's actually being truthful. I don't think he's lying so I relax a bit. My parents were really strict on manners and we would be in huge trouble if we were not perfect at the dinner table. "Oh. Okay." I reply, though I kind of stopped paying attention to him and my eyes were on my burger. 

I quickly finish my meal and glance up to Dean to see how close he is to finishing, but am greeted with his eyes looking at me. I glanced at his plate and saw only a few crumbs left. 

"You finished fast." I say lamely. He' s grinning at me with that lopsided grin of his. His arms are folded on the table and he looks smug at the fact that he finished before me. "Dean. It was not a race." I exclaim. Dean's grin just gets wider.

"It's always a race." he tells me. I glare at Dean. 

"I do not understand why people think everything is a race. Why can't people just leisurely swim without having to worry about whether they're going to beat the other person or not?"

"I believe that people swim as an exercise and also when we race people we get done quicker which saves time, and the act of saving time goes back to the paleolithic people because time saves money. Of course, back in the paleolithic age money was not what it is today but saving time was still a priority." Dean replied. My mouth dropped open. I knew Dean was a closet nerd, but he knows way more that he's letting on. 

I smiled widely. "I just asked a simple question Dean. I think you're turning into me with your lengthy explanation." Deans face flushes a bit but he regains his stern face. 

"I am not turning into you! I just wanted to put you into place since you asked that dumb question." he counters. I can tell that we are just having a friendly banter because the look he's giving me doesn't quite meet his eyes. I decide to tease him a bit more for some payback. 

"You know I was wondering how you got into our college since it's not exactly an easy college to get into, but I think you just answered my question. You're a closet nerd!" Dean scoffs and rolls his eyes at the term I used to describe him. 

"What's your SAT score Dean?" I question. 

"1246" he answers immediately. I almost laugh out loud. "Closet nerd!" I say loudly giggling like an idiot. I can't help but find this whole situation hilarious. 

"I can't believe I thought you weren't smart at first!" I say. Throughout the entire time I'm laughing Dean has his head slumped into his hand with an angry glare fixed at me. This erupts another fit of laughter from me. 

"Shut it." he says as my laughter starts dying down. I smile at him silently letting him know that I'm done. 

"Do you want ice cream?" I ask after a few seconds of staring at each other. Dean lights up like a Christmas tree and nods his head.