The introduction class had finished and Sam and Sherlock walked out of the classroom.
"Well, it was nice to get to know you but I have to go now because I-" Sam was able to say before Sherlock interrupted him. "Actually, I have criminal law class now as well," Sherlock said as he started walking towards the classroom, Sam quickly running after him.
"Wait, how did you know I-", was all Sam could spit out in confusion, before Sherlock yet again interrupted him. "It is pretty obvious if you ask me, elementary some might even say."
"Would you care to explain anyhow? Because I am now starting to think you stalked me or something." Sherlock chuckled, "oh well, you wouldn't be the first."
"The first to suggest you stalked them or the first you stalked?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"Oh, look, classroom 069, we're here," Sherlock said, automatically ending the conversation then and there.
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"So Cas," Amy said as they walked out of class, "are you ready for English poetry?"
"Yeah, actually I am kinda excited. It might sound nerdy but I kinda like poetry."
"You're right. It does sound nerdy," Amy chuckled, "just kidding. I think it's kinda cute actually. But to be honest, I am not a big fan of poetry. But it's a part of English literature, so I guess if I wanna be a writer it could come in handy."
"And you never know, you might end up liking it more than you'd think."
"Maybe... But I wouldn't count on it. Anyway, I think we reached the classroom."
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Everyone started entering the class and after Gabriel saw the brown-haired guy enter as well, he decided to follow him inside.
He normally sat at the left side of the classroom near the window but somehow was drawn to the other side of the classroom where the mysterious guy he somehow never noticed before took place.
He walked towards the end of the classroom, there were three places left, two were next to each other, both empty, and one was the chair next to the guy he, for some reason, followed to the back.
He wanted to go sit next to him, but wondered if he would think it weird to do such a thing, while there was a perfectly fine desk on the row next to him. However, before Gabriel had the chance to decide where to sit, the guy started talking to him.
"Are you looking for someone?" he said, startling Gabriel a bit.
"I, uhm, sorry what? Oh, uhm no. I was just..."
"Looking for a free desk? 'Cause the one next to me is still free."
"Oh, yes, of course, sure," Gabriel said as he awkwardly put his bag on the desk and sat down next to the guy.
"Dean," the, a bit less mysterious, guy said, "Dean Winchester is my name."
"Oh, yeah of course, I'm Gabe- Gabriel. I'm Gabriel Novak."
"Gabriel? Cool name."
"Thanks," Gabriel said, trying not to blush.
At that moment the professor came in, something Gabriel was very happy about since he didn't knew how long he could try to keep his face from blushing.
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( well, that was chapter seven. if any of y'all had seen it yet, turdle had actually written cas' name as "cass" in the last chapter but i edited it cause even for me thats too much. also, yeah, dean and gabriel, uhm, i dont know yet either but uhm, like sherlock said "yes". ok so anyway good luck turdle and uhm yes cas likes poetry this is gon give us so much cute castiel moments and u prob dont even realise it now but TRUST ME. oh btw im kinda fucking around with sherlock cus i like him just saying random stuff so like u can take what i write about him seriously but i feel like he's just kinda joking most of the time but whatever, do with it what u wish. so uhm yea whatever bye. he he, classroom 069. )
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