castiel knew someone was walking towards him but he refused to look at them.
he must admit: that it's weird for a person to do this, no one goes near the first table except him.
he would ignore them until they left.
"hey, do you mind if i sit here?" dean winchester.
castiel's good with voices, he's obviously never spoken to the winchester before but he's heard his voice & he remembers it.
dean sat down next to castiel even though his question wasn't answered.
"why aren't you talking to me, do you not like me?" two questions from the younger boy.
castiel scribbled on his piece of paper:
i don't know you, to not like you
he slid the paper over without looking at dean.
"is there a reason why you don't speak?" dean was to the point but castiel wasn't going to tell him anything.
yes, but that's my business, not yours
castiel didn't care if he came across as rude, he didn't want to be disturbed. the winchester kid was already ruining his life.
dean didn't go away though, he stayed. he even wrote on the piece of paper.
the bell went to go to class but they didn't get each other's names.
