Infinite Supply of Stars

One

Cas pushed himself a little more, making his strides longer, and he finished his last lap.

"Six twenty seven!" The coach called. Cas walked a little off to the side of the track so as not to get in the way of the other runners, putting his hands on his knees and gasping for breath. Coach came over and slapped him on the back.

"That was a nice one, Novak," he said. "Beat your best time by almost a whole minute." Castiel only had the energy to nod. "Why don't you hit the showers? You've done enough for today." Cas nodded eagerly and picked up his water bottle, guzzling the contents on his way inside. He braced himself for the stench of the locker room, wincing as the first whiff hit his nostrils. About five boys from the football team were still showering, so Cas gathered his things and showered quickly, feeling slightly uncomfortable. By the time he was dry and dressed, there was only one boy left, washing his hair under a steady flow of water that was most likely cold. Cas tried to keep his eyes from wandering to him, but it was rather difficult. This kid was, like, perfect. Beautiful, even. Cas thought that his hair was blond when it was dry, and his eyes were this stunning, sharp green shade.

The boy shut the water off, slinging a towel around his hips and padding over to his locker. Cas busied himself with stuffing his sweaty clothes into his duffel bag, then going to refill his water bottle. The water fountain had extremely low pressure, so it took forever. When he turned around, he slammed into the boy, who had been standing directly behind him. He wore a smug smile. Cas felt relief as he realized that they were both fully dressed.

"S - sorry," Cas muttered, stepping around the other boy.

"What's your name?"

"What?" Cas turned around, startled.

"Your name. What is it?" The boy cocked his head to the side, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Uhh, Cas. Castiel Novak," he answered. The boy didn't do anything for a moment, but eventually nodded. "What's your name?"

"Dean," the boy answered with an amused smile. "Dean Winchester." Cas nodded awkwardly.

"Well, Dean Wimchester, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I have to go now," he said, slinging is bag up on his shoulder and heading for the door.

"See you around, Cas," Dean said. Cas didn't say anything back, just left. He didn't understand what had just happened, and decided to ignore it. Dean was either on drugs, too exhausted to function properly, or a phsycopath.

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"Seriously, though," Zach said through a mouthful of ham sandwich. "You would totally piss yourself."

"I would not," Gabe argued.

"Dude, it's slender man. Of course you would," Chuck retorted.

"Gabe, you were terrified of the Grudge and wouldn't sleep without the light on for a month," Zach rolled his eyes. "Sorry, but you'd piss your pants and cry yourself to sleep."

"Whatever," Gabe mumbled, bending his head and not saying another word.

"Cas," Chuck said. "You're unusual silent."

"Oh," Cas startled. "Oh, yeah, just . . . Thinking. Stressed, I suppose."

"Dude, is it that chem exam? Because there's nothing to worry about," Zach said excitedly.

"Really? How come?" Cas prodded, narrowing his eyes at the boy across from him.

"Gabe stole the answer key yesterday after school. It's a pattern. A, D, B, D, C, D. It's literally like that for the whole thing," he said. Cas nodded, reminding himself to remember. But he hadn't been thinking about the chemistry exam. He had been thinking about Dean Winchester. He had no idea why, he had just felt drawn to him in a way that he had never felt drawn to anyone before. Speaking of Dean Winchester -