-3rd Person-
Dean, the senior, threw his head back in laughter as the jocks and preps around laughed with him.
Sam, the junior, sighed as he threw away the slop called "school lunch".
Castiel, the junior, sat at a table by himself, studying for an algebra test.
You'd never guess how important these three are to each other. Not yet, anyway.
-Castiel's POV-
I put my index finger on the spot where I was reading and looked up at the clock. 10 minutes.
I looked back down at the book, as a paper ball hit me in the face.
Immediately, laughter sprang out from the jocks and preps table. I sighed and picked up the paper ball, throwing it back at them, and hitting one of them in the shoulder.
I smirked as the one I hit turned. He stood up and started walking towards me as others watched in anticipation.
"Watch it, Castiel." He said, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me up.
"Sorry, I was aiming for your asshole friends." I said, unsuccessfully trying to push him off. He smirked, pulling my face closer to his. "Well, you should work on that aim, babe."
With that, he let go and marched away. I sighed and dusted off my shirt. I grabbed my algebra book and backpack, and left.
-Dean's POV-
I watched as Castiel left the cafeteria. He struggled to carry the book, adjusting it every now and then. I chuckled and stood up, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
"Where ya going Dean?" A female voice asked. "Class." I replied without turning around.
I caught up to Castiel, and patted his back. "Hey Cas, how's it hangin'?" I said, smirking.
"Fuck off, Dean." He said pushing my shoulder and turning into the algebra classroom. "Fine." I said to myself, following him.
As the seats started filling up, I quickened my pace to get a seat in the back. There was one left in the corner, behind some girl and beside a guy.
I put my feet up on the back of the girl's seat, and crossed my arms. She turned around, annoyed. I smiled at her and took my feet down, leaning forward a bit.
The bell rang, and I sighed, playing with the pencil in my hand. "Alright guys, you know the drill. Quiz today, everything off the table, blah blah blah."
~TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY CHUCK~
The last guy to turn his test in stood up, and set the packet on the teacher's desk. Some of the class sighed in relief, others didn't.
"Alright, everyone done?" Mr. Singer asked. It stayed silent. "I'll take that as a yes. Well, good news and bad news. Good news? Group project." Everyone's face lit up.
"Bad news, I'm picking partners." Everyone's face fell. "Come get your paper when I call your name, it has your partner's name on it." He said, picking up a stack of papers.
He started calling off names. Hopefully I'm with Kendra. "Dean." He said, lifting a paper. I stood up, walking to the desk. I take the paper and walk back to my desk.
Once I'm seated, I smile. Mr. Singer likes me, I bet he paired me with Kendra. I look at the top of the paper and read.
'Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak'
I smirked. Nice, the nerd. I looked up and looked around the classroom, looking for Castiel. I found him on the opposite side of the class, reading. I chuckle, shaking my head and folding up the paper, putting it in my pocket.
Mr. Singer finishes calling out names, and stands up. "Alright, get with your partners, idjits." I stand up, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
Reluctantly, I walk towards the junior. He looks over at me, then looks up at the ceiling, sighing. I grab a desk and drag it beside his.
"Hey, partner." I say, pulling the paper out of my pocket.
