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Chapter 3

Castiel

I dreaded first period, History again. Dean had to sit next to me like yesterday, the teacher was too strict to let him move. He'd probably need a note from the President himself to be able to move, and I wasn't entirely sure if even then it would work.

I sat in my usual seat and stared out the window with my book infront of me, I listened as the room filled with students, waiting for the telltale sound of the squeak of the chair beside me, tensing and sighing in relief when I finally heard it just moments before the lesson began.

I turned to pick up my pen when I stopped at the note on my book.

'Hey there' I felt a wave of frustration after the initial euphoria. He had ignored me all day to act like nothing happened. I picked up my pen and quickly wrote my reply and forcefully wiped it across the table to him like I was trying to force an old stain from the surface.

I scowled and began to take notes, my hand working on autopilot as I took in none of what was said. The paper was placed gracefully down by my pen.

'So now you're talking to me?'

'I found your note last night, the number was smudged. I didn't talk because I thought you'd thrown it away, not wanting to talk to me anymore. Sorry' I felt guilty as I read over the line several times. I felt defeated as I wrote the next reply and gave it back in a less hasty manner.

'I'm sorry for not just giving you the note and taking this all too seriously'

'No worries Cass (easier to write than your full name) how was the rest of your day?' the paper read as it was returned to me. I flushed at the new nickname and smiled to myself though I could see to the side of me dean wore a similar expression across his face.

Third

The lesson continued without a hitch, the boys passing the note back and forth, replacing the paper when there was no chance of adding more words or badly drawn stick men to it.

Both boys were yet to utter a word between them, both subconsciously nervous that knowing the truth could ruin everything. They were yet to feel for each other, or admit it to themselves at least.

The class was coming to an end, he hurriedly wrote his next class, Dean suppressing his excitement as he asked him to walk with him to class and sit by him.

As they headed to class in silence they both pondered their next move. Castiel knew English was more of an upbeat lesson, the teacher was laid back and there wasn't a moment of silence between the students. He looked over to Dean, though Dean was obviously better at hiding his emotions Castiel liked to think he was putting on a show.

They entered the room and headed to the same desk, Castiel felt himself relax when Dean pulled out some paper, wrote on it and slid it over to him.

'What's your favourite food?' a smile spread across Castiel's face as he realised they were on the same page and they were having an unspoken agreement not to speak a word.

They continued that way for another two hours until their fourth period rolled about, though they were both disappointed they also both felt a little better that the other felt the same about not having a lesson together. They waved and went their separate ways, Castiel feeling slightly guilty when Balthazar was obviously more happy to see him than he was about seeing the other.

Dean

I pulled out my phone quickly after parting ways with Cass, typing out his number into my contacts. I felt my thumb hover over the keyboard as I opened his contact in texts. Was it too desperate to text him so soon after parting, maybe he felt the same pull as I did but I never gave him my number since he'd have it after I texted him.