A Tale Of Multifandom By Blurdle

Chapter Twelve: I Don't Pretend To Know - Turd

Back at lunch, but in the far away corner of the canteen.

"That one is–", Castiel pointed at Gabriel, who was standing next to a brown haired guy. "Wait. Are you pointing at the one that is talking to this giant and that rude British bitch." Castiel gave her a weird look. "Amy, you're british." She took another sip of her coffee and frowned first at Sherlock and then at Cas. "And it disgusts me. This little prick doesn't deserve to be British."

Amy and Cas had spent the last twenty minutes, looking around in the canteen. Both of them a huge cup of coffee in their hands. After they compared their classes (turns out they also had four other courses together), they got very silent.

They only knew each other for a few hours, so finding topics to talk about wasn't quite easy. A blonde guy had asked if he could sit with them, but before Castiel could tell him to take a seat, Amy gave him the look. Cas already referred to it as the Pond Look. It's saying no, without actually saying no. If he had to translate it into words, it would mean, "I mean of course you can do that, but if you do, I will rip you apart."

So the blonde guy didn't sit with them. A shame in Castiel's opinion. He had thought, he looked rather cute.

"He looked like a Jeff. I don't like Jeffs." Amy had watched the blonde kid leaving. "What?" She turned to him, "Don't you ever look at someone that you don't know and guess their name and what their life might look like?"

Castiel had blinked exactly once. "I am sorry... you do what?" Amy grunted, "Okay, look. Blonde guy who just wanted to sit with us. To me, he looks like a Jeff. He seems like the guy, who you'd walk in watching porn on the common room TV."

For a second Castiel had looked rather disgusted, probably because he imagined what Amy was describing, but after that he looked rather amused. "I have never done that before. Let me try that!"

He looked around, a girl caught his attention. "Okay? See that brown haired girl over there? Her name is... Claire. She is, like you, from Britain. She is a Sophomore and wants to be a teacher." Amy had watched him judgingly. "Which subject?" Castiel had squinted his eyes, "English."

She nodded. "You need to get better with this. At least you chose a good one. She is sweet. It's my turn again... that guy over there talking with... that idiot from earlier–" Castiel had already buried his face in his hands. "That one is my brother–", he sighed.

And that is how Castiel and Amy spent their lunch time. A positive thing was, that they actually started liking each other.

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( just some amy!castiel bonding for y'all, blunk, you continue your plotting, i will continue going with the flow, creating chaos. xx enjoy )