Hidden Wings

"Hey, Novak!"

Castiel resisted the impending urge to roll his eyes, twisting around in his seat without any kind of enthusiasm. "What do you want, Winchester?" He asked with a sigh.

Dean Winchester only smirked and tipped his chair back, so that it balanced on only two legs. With a small blow in his direction, Cas could have landed him right on his backside.

"A date," Winchester replied.

Castiel couldn't help it this time, he rolled his eyes. "Screw you, Winchester," he deadpanned, turning away before he did something he'd regret.

But not before he heard Winchester reply, "I wish, Novak. I wish."

***
Being an angel is no easy feat. Hiding gigantic black wings is difficult. Stopping himself from turning his eyes cyan blue every time he saw Dean Winchester to smite his arrogant arse where he stood was even harder. Castiel Novak was good at fitting in, but having the hottest guy at school as your dedicated stalked makes staying unseen almost impossible. Even when circumstance forces Cas to spend time with his mortal enemy for his own safety, he's sure as hell not going to enjoy it.

But, like they say, secrets are best kept that way.