Castiel walked down the hallway on his way to his locker. He wore a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up half way with black jeans. He held a sketchbook with his name on it and a pencil case full of art supplies. He stopped at his locker to drop off his bag. He heard some guys laughing that where coming this way. The damned football team. Cas had come out in freshman year of high school (three years ago) the football team have harassed him since.
"Faggot!" yelled one of the players the others laughed except for one. Dean Winchester, he is the only one who doesn't put in effort to pick on Cas but, Cas had heard of things he has done and knows well enough not to talk to him. Cas's head dropped.
"Hey, don't worry about them, they don't know any better." Dean said quietly to Cas. Cas just faked a smiled and nodded. He watched as Dean caught up with his friends.
Cas just sighed and closed his locker and worked his way to the art room. He walked down the hall and then made a left into the art room. He opened the windows of the art room to let some fresh air in, nearby was the football field where they practiced. Cas began to work. He grabbed a large canvas and began to sketch his painting. He carefully sketched a creature with masks of animals, long limbs, and angel like wings. He stepped back and looked at his sketch and did a few changes before he got up and mixed colours. The colours where very vibrant.
He took his time painting his artwork; he had spent 3 hours on it by now. Cas heard the football team come in from practice (he could smell them too). He continued with his work. About ten minutes later a knocking at the door interrupted him. Cas turned around and looked threw the glass window in the door. It was Dean. Dean waved at Cas. Cas stood up from his stool and opened the door. Cas was confused.
"Hello Dean"
"Hey Cas!"
"What do you want?" Cas asked.
"I wanted to see your painting." Dean pointed at his art. "I saw it when I came in from practice and I wanted to see it up close."
"Sure…'' Cas said. Dean walked into the classroom and sauntered to the painting. Dean stared mesmerized at the painting taking all its beauty. The colours especially stood out to him, the vibrant blues, purples and reds captivated his attention.
"It looks amazing," He finally said.
"Thank you." Cas replied with a smile. He was very proud of his art and rarely gets complements on it. When people do however, it makes his day.
"I wish I could do that type of stuff." Dean looked over to Cas. "Maybe you could show me sometime?" dean smiled at Cas. Cas knew what he was trying to do; after all he had done it before. Dean was known to get close to girls lure them into liking him only to break their hearts and move on to his next victim. Castiel would not participate; he will not be tricked by Dean's "nice guy" character. Castiel is smart and he will not fall victim to something as stupid as emotion only to hurt him in the end.
"No." Cas replied. Dean's eyebrows raised in surprise. His eyes widened too. But Cas suddenly felt badly for saying no. "I'll do it only if you promise to take it seriously, okay?"
"Yea sounds great! When do you want to meet up and where do you want to meet up?"
"Right here, right now," replied Cas. He put up another easel with a canvas on it. Cas began to explain how he creates his paintings from the idea, to the drawing, and then lastly the painting. Dean decided he was going to draw his football jersey. The both chatted for hours that only felt like minutes to them.
"Its almost 7:00!" Cas said while he squinted at the clock. "My brother is going to kill me!" Cas began to clean up the arts supplies, Dean followed. Once they where done cleaning Cas grabbed his bus pass and the bus schedule.
