A Good Type of Mistake

Chapter 4

Dean Winchester POV

Dean slid into his first period class as the final bell was ringing. At least he made it this time. One more tardy and Mr. Crowley would have his head. It wasn't his fault that the physics class was so easy. Dean had already taken a similar class and wasn't really challenged in this class. He loved physics so much thought that he didn't have the heart to switch out.

Plus, Castiel was in this class, not that he had any affect on whether or not Dean stayed in the class.

Before the teacher started talking, Dean scanned the room for Castiel. Dean didn't immediately spot him and became slightly worried. What if he didn't want to come to school because if what happened between them? Dean dismissed this thought immediately though. He was not a pansy of a girl who was pining for her boyfriend. He was, as Sam like to put it, 'the manliest man to ever man', a phrase that sent Dean into stitches ever time Sam said it, but was accurate.

Mr. Crowley started droning on in his stupid accent, talking about waves and particles and something else that Dean didn't bother paying attention to. He was too busy wondering where Castiel was. Dean sighed quietly and looked down at his notes, writing down what Crowley was saying, not really paying attention as he did so.

Five minutes into the class, the door opened and the dark haired boy stumbled in, clutching his books and panting like he had run all the way from the parking lot, which he probably had.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm late." Castiel got out between heaving breaths. "Car troubles."

"That's no reason for lateness Mr. Novak." Crowley said cooly. "One more time and you may be spending a detention with Mr. Winchester, who, if memory serves, has been late even more times than you."

Dean looked up from his notes, shocked that the teacher was bringing him into this. He hadn't done anything wrong today. Yet.

"I'm uh... I'm sorry sir. Won't happen again." Castiel said, mumbling slightly. He moved to sit down in the back of the classroom.

"No. Novak, I want you up front." Crowley barked and Castiel jumped. He turned around and walked back towards the front. The only open seat was in front of Dean. Castiel sat and opened his notebook. He started doodling but ended up taking noted when Mr. Crowley looked at him pointedly.

"Sorry." Castiel muttered. His ears turned red and he looked down at his paper.

Dean ripped a piece of paper out of his physics notebook, trying to be quiet, but ripping paper isn't exactly a silent task. He scrawled on it, 'What's wrong with your car?' He tapped Castiel on the shoulder and slid him the paper. At first Castiel ignored it and continued taking notes but he soon looked at it and wrote back a reply in handwriting much neater than Dean's.

'No idea. It just won't do anything' the note said.

'Anything?' Dean wrote and Castiel smiled at the paper.

'Anything.'

'Want me to come over later? I'm good with cars; I work as a mechanic on weekends.' Dean slipped the note to Castiel, who read it silently, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth as he did so.

'Really? That would be great. Gabriel can't drive me everyday and when Michael drives me, I'm late to class.'

'Sure. When is good for you?'

'Can you do right after school?' came Castiel's reply. Dean bit his lip, thinking hard before replying.

'That sounds fine. See you then?'