7 years ago – 8am – September 7th, 1998
A 20 year old Dean Winchester threw his bag over his shoulder and slowly slid out of his black 1967 Chevy Impala. He looked towards the buildings and mentally cursed Sam for forcing him to do this. This was so stupid, HE was so stupid. And apparently, so were the college administrators. Seriously, whoever allowed anyone like him anywhere even CLOSE to a college campus, let alone let them study there, was practically stupid. Dean just didn’t understand them.
Apparently though, they thought his grades were good enough and had wanted him here.
Okay, so he was good with fixing stuff but that possibly couldn’t be enough to get into college, right?
Well whatever. He’s here now, just like last year during his freshman year. He was a sophomore in college now, just great. He always hated the beginning of the school year, like waiting to find out who will be your roommate for the rest of the year. Dean sighed. He knew he was supposed to be with Garth, his best friend in this shithole, but they usually always find a way to screw you over here.
So when he arrived to his dorm, he was really relieved to see Garth there. He managed to stop cursing himself, Sam, their father, and everyone else who had led him to this place by the time he was met with a huge hug from said friend.
He was also really happy to see Jo here. She is a freshman this year and Dean had promised Ellen that he was going to take care of her. He loved her like the little sister he never had. That’s how they ended up in the cafeteria whenever they got the chance.
It was one of those times when he met him.
He had gone to see if he could get a second burger because surprisingly they made great burgers here, when he hadn’t been paying much attention to where he was going. That’s how he ended up crashing into someone and knocking the poor guy over.
“Shit! I didn’t see you there buddy, I’m sorry!”
He mumbled a bit before dropping to his knee and helped the guy gather his things. What a coincidence the poor guy’s bag had been open when this occurred. Dean assumed he had been searching for something in it just before the incident. That explains why he didn’t see Dean either.
“It’s fine, I’m okay.”
The male said this and for the love of pie, his voice was deeper than he expected. Dean so did not shiver, no sir he didn’t.
“Here, let me help you.”
He took his books and put his bag over his shoulder before offering his free hand to help the other one up on his feet.
“Thank you.” The guy took his hand and finally looked up.
Dean almost dropped everything, including the gorgeous male in front of him.
Holy Shit! His heart nearly stopped when he saw the dark, ocean blue eyes in front of his. He felt paralyzed in his gaze. This guy was fucking beautiful.
Fuck. He did not just think that.
Castiel shifted uncomfortably. Yeah, Dean should probably say something instead of stare at him intensely.
“Uh, well here you go. Your books and bag seem okay and you seem fine and… Uh.. Yeah, I should probably let go of your hand and go now.”
He should win a medal for sounding like a flustered 12 year old girl. Where was that smooth charm that apparently won so many hearts?
Now he could feel heat rushing to his cheeks. Really Dean? Make the situation even worse.
The guy raised his brow in question after Dean let go of his hand but didn’t say nothing other than a thank you. He carefully took his things from Dean’s arms and walked off in the other direction.
