Cas pov
Castiel grunted as he hit the wall, hard. He stared at Dean, lustfully, as he walked toward him, with a smirk on his lips. As Dean walked toward Cas, he thought about how lucky he was to have Dean and how much he loved him. Was the feeling mutual, though? He had always thought that Dean hated him, but as of now, it's kinda obvious he doesn't. And, in this moment, Cas realized that he is, completely and utterly, in love with Dean Winchester.
It all started a few months ago....
Ah, senior year. Everyone loves senior year. It's when all the good stuff happens to people. Cas met Dean this year. The best year of his life. But it's only begun.
"Hey, Charlie. I haven't seen you all summer. How have you been?" Cas asked.
"Oh, hey Cas. I've been doing good. I met a girl and I really like her."
"You go Charlie. You get them girls. *sigh* When can I fall in love? I think it's about time."
"Aww, Cas. There's someone out there for you, you just have to be patient and he'll show up someday."
"Thanks, Charlie. I can always count on you to bring me up when I'm feeling down."
"That's what I'm here for. I gotta get to class, but I'll see you at lunch, okay?"
"Okay. See ya."
Cas walked to class, through the crowded hallway, and he bumped right into someone, because he wasn't paying attention.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll help you pick up your books." Cas said.
Cas bent over to pick up the books and when he stood back up, he was greeted by beautiful green eyes.
"Thanks man." Dean said.
"Oh, no problem. I bumped into you, so it only seemed fair." Cas said with a smile on his face.
"I'm Dean. Dean Winchester."
Dean held out his hand to Cas so that he could shake it.
Cas smiled and shook his hand. "I'm Castiel, but you can call me Cas, if you like."
"Nice to meet you Cas."
"Nice to meet you, too. What class do you have in 1st? I can help you with directions."
"I have Chemistry."
"Oh, nice. Me too. I can walk you there."
"Ok, cool. Thanks."
As they walked to Chemistry, they talked about anything and everything that they could think of. They were practically already best friends.
Cas walked to lunch from Calculus. When he got to the cafeteria, he immediately saw Charlie and walked to the table to sit with her, only to find Dean there, also.
"Hey, Charlie. I see, you've met Dean." Cas said.
"Oh, yeah. You know him? He's really nice, isn't he?"
"Yeah."
"Hey Cas. I hope you don't mind me sitting here. I met Charlie last class and we became friends, so she walked me here."
"Oh, that's totally fine. I'm actually glad that you two met each other, because sooner or later, I would force you to be friends, anyway."
Dean laughed. He has the cutest laugh ever. Cas couldn't stop staring at him. He was beautiful. Wow, Cas already has a crush on this guy.
"Hey, you should give me your number, so that we can talk later." Charlie said to Dean.
"Okay. Let me see your phone and I'll put my number in it."
As Dean put his number in Charlie's phone, Charlie looked to Cas and winked at him, as if to say, she got Dean's number for him. Cas just rolled his eyes, but he was thanking her in his head.
"There you go. Now you have my number." Dean said.
"What class do you have next, Dean?" Cas asked.
"Uh....I think I have Art."
"Oh, cool. Me too."
"Awesome. I can't believe you guys just let me in your friend circle. I'm so lucky." Dean said, while laughing.
"Yeah, well, your personality is kinda hard not to like." Cas said.
"Thanks. I've never really had many friends, just my brother, Sam, so thank you."
"You're welcome. I didn't know you have a brother. How old is he?" Cas asked.
"He's a freshman."
"Cool."
When lunch was over, Cas and Dean walked to art class together. They really hit it off. Cas was slowly falling in love with Dean, but he knew Dean would never like him back. He's most likely straight and Cas was sad thinking about it.
Soon, the day was over and Cas walked home. He didn't live very far from the school, so it was okay that he walked there. When he got home, he ran upstairs and he tossed his bag on the floor. Suddenly, he got a text.
unknown: hey. it's Dean.
