Damnit Dean: A destiel college AU

Verbal Irony is a Bitch

"Lucky for me, Dean Winchester, I won't ever have to see you again after today!"

Those were the last words I uttered to my family's long time neighbor, which under the current circumstances, I wish I wasn't so cheeky as to shove in the Winchester's face.
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"Well, Castiel, we will miss your smartass keeping us in line!" My brother, Gabriel said, "Sure you don't want any help moving out?" Luci scoffed, "Speak for your damn self, candyman, me and Mikey have plans tonight," Gabe rolled his eyes. I shook my head, pushing up my glasses, "I believe I'll be okay bringing my two bags up to the second floor of a dorm, my main concern is with the compatibility of my roommate and I's personalities." Balthazar screamed from the kitchen, "If you find your roommate doesn't have a big enough stick up his ass for your taste, I'll be happy to find one for him!" My brothers laughed at the comment, I for one, could only roll my eyes at him, "I'll let you know, for now, I do not believe I require the assistance of the likes of any of you." I got into my car and hooked up my phone to the portable speaker lodged between the dashboard and the glass of the windshield, my pandora opened on Arctic Monkeys radio, with the song Stop The World I Wanna Get Off  With You, one of my personal favorites. As the radio played on I made my way to my flight at the Major airport in Lawrence, Kansas.
"I'm on the flight to Worcester, Massachusetts." The lady at the front desk nods, "Proof of payment and ID please?" As I was pulling out my papers she mused, "One of the Harvard kids?" I nodded, "Yes, ma'am." She nods in approval as I walk off to find my gate. To my luck there wasn't much of a wait before I could board my flight, I sat down in the window seat popping my earbuds in and closing my eyes for the ride.
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I paid my cab driver when he stopped in front of the towering brick building that would be my home for at least the next four years of my life, "Wish me luck!" The driver mumbled something like, ' good luck, kid.' Before driving off into the night, or more so dawn, I grabbed my bags and made my way to my room. When I opened it, I was pleasantly surprised to find that nobody else was there. The room was simple, it had light blue-gray walls with a dark wood floor, a small dark gray rug sat under a black table with a basic grey couch made up the living area, the kitchen was separated by a half-wall, all necessities squeezed into the small space. The bedrooms were right next to each other, both containing a desk, a bedside table, a twin bed, and a dresser to hold clothes. There was one bathroom, so I sincerely hoped my roommate was not messy.
    I was nearly finished unpacking my bags when a frankly loud person came bustling in around 3 in the morning, "Honestly, if you are going to cause such a ruckus like this every day at this hour I'm going to have to-" "Cas?" I look up now to see the one and only Dean Winchester in my living space, "You have got to be fucking kidding me! Are you stalking me now? I CAN GET A RESTRAINING ORDER YOU KNOW!!!" All I got was a chuckle, "Hello to you too, Angel. I actually happen to be here to study mythology, I just happened to get lucky." I let out a snort, "I hardly believe that YOU could get into HARVARD." He furrowed his brows, "And why not?" I roll my eyes and scoff, "Because, Harvard is for smart people and you are a dimwit, Mr. Winchester." He feigned hurt, "Ouch, Angel, that stung." He patted his heart, "Right here." I rolled my eyes, "Sad. I'm not your angel, Dean, please refrain from using said term of endearment." Dean purred, "It turns me on when you talk nerdy like that, especially with that tone of disgust in your voice, gruff, sexy. What would you rather, hm? Sweetie, pumpkin, Cassie, lover, sex kitten....?" I pushed him away, nearly gagging with disdain, "You DISGUST me Winchester, my name is Castiel and you WILL address me as such." I slam my bedroom door in his face before I have to hear anymore of his Neanderthal remarks, "this is going to be a long year." I huff, sliding, defeated, down against my door.