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“Hey,” Jo plonked herself opposite Dean at the cafeteria table; Victor sitting right next to her, “Where’s Cas? And everyone else?” she asked, frowning. Trust Jo to get right to the point, even with her face stuffed full with food.
Dean shrugged, leaning back against the wall; their go to table at school was always the one tucked into the corner so they could do what they liked without prying eyes, “I don’t know. He just had a free period so he’s probably hiding from everyone in a corner somewhere,” he explained. That was very much what Cas did most of the time; if anything, he preferred to be in his own company. One time, Dean remembered, Castiel had turned to him and asked with a scrunched up nose as to why anyone would want to go to a party or a group dinner. He’d wondered why people would choose to do that without being forced (which Castiel had often been when he was a young child, dragged along to family parties that he didn’t want to go to) instead of being cooped up in a cosy bedroom with a good book.
“Yeah,” Victor grinned, a sure sign that he was about to say something to tease Dean, “But he’s usually got you hiding there with him.”
“Whatever,” Dean mumbled around a french fry, knowing that Victor was right. He didn’t have it in him to play along with the teasing though, especially when it came to Castiel. Normally, he would roll his eyes and sometimes even make fun of himself. But not today. He really wasn’t in the mood.
“And the rest of them,” Dean continued, waving his hand around dismissively, “I don’t know. They’re probably sorting shit out; I know Charlie is using her lunch to hound Principle Hockney into letting her start up nerd club again,” he announced, knowing that that would be a disaster. Charlie’s peppy enthusiasm for nerd club would only send the principal into a daze of confusion and then Charlie would end up getting into trouble somehow. Even though Dean loved it, not everyone was a fan of Charlie’s bouncy attitude.
“After what happened last semester?” Jo snorted, “That’s doubtful.”
Dean winced in memory, pausing for a moment before he carried on talking, “Ash has probably already gotten into trouble and is being yelled at,” he pointed out, because while Ash never tried to do anything wrong, he somehow managed to get himself into those situations daily. He just never thought about what he said before he said it, nor what he did. He was reckless in his actions and always ended up saying something that set someone off, but that was kind of what Dean and his friends liked about Ash. He didn’t give a shit.
“Likely,” Victor hummed.
“And Benny’s-“ Dean’s gaze turned to recognition when he saw one of his best friends heading their way, “Right there,” he nodded towards Benny’s broad frame; there were many a time that onlookers had thought that Benny looked intimidating, perhaps even frightening. Inside though, he was just a giant teddy bear. Not that he would ever admit that.
“Hey,” Benny drawled, sitting to the left of Dean.
“Aw,” Jo reached over to poke Benny in the arm, “You look sad. Still missing Andrea?”
“What do you think?” Benny sighed, looking very much downtrodden.
Benny had moved states a year ago. Being the new kid at school was never easy, but he’d easily slotted into Dean’s group of friends; there had been something about him that had just fitted with the rest of them. Maybe it was because none of them quite fit with everyone else. It wasn’t like they were disliked by anyone, not truly, but no one would go out of their way to be their friend either. None of them were what was considered normal or cool in school; Dean saw the looks some people gave him when he hugged his friends to say hello, how people would make him very self-aware of his affectionate nature that he’d learnt from his mother. People thought Ash was weird because of his hair cut and uncaring attitude. Charlie, like Dean, was a giant ass nerd and people didn’t always like that. Victor wasn’t as strange as the rest of them, but he had a tendency to call people out on their bullshit a lot. Jo was loud and had the best comebacks that people didn’t appreciate at times. And Cas? Well, Cas wasn’t like most people. And people tended to disapprove of differences amongst the norm.
“At least skype is a thing now,” Jo prodded him, trying to be helpful.
“I guess,” Benny sighed dramatically; he wasn’t one to feel sorry for himself but he was when it came to Andrea, his long term girlfriend, who he’d had no choice but to leave back in his old town. Even with miles between them, they had somehow made it work. They talked at least once a day and when there was a chance to, Benny would go over to visit her and vice versa. Because a lot of Benny’s family was still back home, he and his parents had gone back there over the summer. Which had meant that Benny had been spoiled with Andrea’s presence every day. That was quite a difference to the normal school week, where it was nothing but electronic communication rather than a true face to face interaction.
Now that Benny was there and complaining about missing Andrea, Dean hoped the spotlight would shine somewhere other than him so he could wallow in silence whilst everyone else chatted. Dean just wanted some peace and quiet so he could mull over what was going on in his head; let the rest of them talk about random shit whilst he ran the dream over and over until his eyes went cross eyed.
Almost as if reading Dean’s mind, Jo reached over and grabbed one of Dean’s fries, one of the crispy ones too, “What’s up with you? You’ve been in a weird mood all morning,” she remarked, kicking his shin under the table playfully.
“No I haven’t,” Dean insisted with narrowed eyes, even though he totally had been. But that wasn’t something that you admitted to. Especially not to Jo.
“Yeah you have,” Jo argued, going to grab yet another fry, “I know it’s the first day of school and everything, but we’re all suffering together so put a smile on your face,” she grinned widely.
Dean slapped her hand away from his food, “It’s not about being at school,” he scowled, feeling silly for even doing so. Jo always brought out Dean’s childish nature; perhaps it was because Jo had always felt like an annoying little sister who always picked on him. The least Dean could do was be irritating right back at her.
Intrigued, Victor raised an eyebrow, “What is it then?”
Dean sighed, hating himself as he muttered, “I had a dream last night,” he flicked his fries with his middle finger, suddenly losing his appetite.
His friends didn’t make fun of him for admitting it, something for which Dean was grateful. For some people at school, if Dean had told them he’d had a dream that had messed up his head, he would have been teased and laughed at all day. But not with his group of friends; yet another reminder that Dean had the best people around him.
“What was the nightmare?” Benny asked conversationally, perking up somewhat. Apparently talking about Dean was going to help him forget about missing Andrea every second of every day. Not that Dean was bitter that Benny was actually dating the love of his life rather than pining. No, not at all.
“I had a pretty creepy one about whitewalkers the other day. Remind me to ignore you and Charlie and not read A Song of Ice and Fire. Especially when I’m about to sleep,” Jo complained with a huff; for someone as bossy and domineering as Jo could be, she sure could be a wuss at the exact same time. She rarely showed it, but Dean had known her long enough to know that certain things freaked her out; especially things that weren’t even real. A mass murderer running after her? No problem. A half-eaten zombie corpse? Jo would shudder just thinking about it.
Too busy fussing about his damn dream, Dean didn’t bother to mock Jo about being afraid of some pretend monsters, “It wasn’t a nightmare,” Dean explained, passing the few fries he had left to Jo. At the slide of the plate, Jo’s eyes lit up and she made grabby hands.
“Then why has it made you such a grump?” Jo asked, shovelling food into her mouth. Jesus, by looking at her reacting to food, people would think she wasn’t well fed. No one would realise her mother was Ellen, who owned the Roadhouse, the best place for burgers. Jo was spoilt for food, much like Dean was with how fucking good his mom cooked too. Mary was the perfect cook. And, well, the perfect everything really.
Victor frowned, “Aren’t good dreams supposed to make you happy?”
“Yeah they are,” Benny stated unhelpfully, “So what’s got your head into a funk, brother?”
“It was about Cas, okay?” Dean blurted loudly, instantly regretting it. While he always went to his friends when he was feeling particularly helpless when it came to Cas, today wasn’t really one of those moments. His friends were helpful, sure, but there was nothing they could do about a damn dream. It wasn’t like they could erase it from Dean’s memory for him. And he wouldn’t want that even if he was given the choice. Apparently Dean was a masochist.
“Ohh,” Jo hummed, “We’ve all been there.”
Dean’s neck very nearly snapped as he turned to glare at Jo. What the hell? She’d had dreams about Cas? Cas? And not normal dreams; they were talking about Dean having a dream of Cas, which would obviously be romantic in nature. And here Jo was, saying that she’d been in that very same position once. Again, what the fucking hell was going on?
“I mean,” Jo backtracked with a roll of her eyes; she had long since gotten used to Dean being a tad bit possessive of Cas, “We’ve all been there, as in, dreaming about our crushes, not that we’ve all dreamt of Cas, don’t attack me,” she raised her hands up in the air in mock surrender.
“Oh,” Dean mumbled, realising that he had jumped the gun. And then some. It wasn’t his fault that he was overprotective of Cas and a teensy bit possessive. Well, it was his fault but he had his reasons. He’d known Cas all of his life, quite literally, and having Cas by his side- an awesome, amazing fucking human being- meant that Dean never really wanted him to leave. Sometimes, Dean wondered whether it was because, deep down, he was afraid that someone better would come along who Cas would prefer over Dean. Because even though Dean was kind of happy with who he was as a person, he often wondered what the hell Cas saw in him as a friend. To Dean, the sun literally shone from Cas’ ass. He was smart, had a great dry sense of humour that no one normally understood but Dean, and Cas was always there to listen to Dean’s pointless rants about which Star Trek character was the best. All in all, Cas was pretty much the perfect human being, Perhaps Dean was biased. Maybe he was looking through Cas tinted glasses. But he doubted it.
“A crush is someone you’ve liked for a few weeks,” Victor remarked, pulling Dean out of his thoughts, “I think Dean’s thing for Cas far surpasses a crush.”
“Shut up,” Dean rumbled petulantly, though he knew they were right. Ever since Dean could remember, he was hopelessly in love with Castiel. He had no idea what time in their friendship Dean had started to wonder what it would feel like if their lips touched, or whether Cas was interested in girls and boys like Dean was. Dean didn’t know when his childhood innocence of just having a best friend had turned into wanting to kiss him senseless. When they were young, Dean had always bragged to people that he and Cas were going to get married, but that had been fancy talk from a three year old kid, something that other kids did too according to Dean and Cas’ parents when Dean had announced it to him. ‘Oh, are you sweetie? Isn’t that nice?’ in a gumdrop voice that told them that they thought they were being cute.
In short, Dean was screwed.
“It’s true though,” Jo nodded along, “You’re completely and irrevocably in love with him.”
“Did you just quote Twilight?” Victor looked horrified, actually looking like he might lean over to the right and vomit all over the shiny canteen floor, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I was being ironic, don’t worry,” Jo grinned, “You don’t have to stage an intervention.”
“Alright, let’s get to the actual scoop. What was the dream?” Benny interrupted, getting impatient. He hated unnecessary conversation that he didn’t understand some of the time. Sometimes, Benny would look at them like they were from a different planet; Dean figured that it was a state thing. Just because they’d lived in the same country growing up didn’t mean that they’d had the same upbringing. Benny had lived a very different life and would use the strangest of sayings that Dean had never even heard of. It was kind of amusing though.
Dean awkwardly half shrugged, not wanting to get into it and already wondering why the hell he’d told them, “Nothing much.”
Dean didn’t want to explain that it hadn’t even been ground breaking; a simple dream of him and Cas walking hand in hand down a street, pausing to kiss and smile at each other. That had been it. No future proposals. Not even sex. Just them holding hands and kissing. That was how pathetically far gone Dean was when it came to Cas now; waking up and realising that mere holding hands and kissing had been just a dream and not a reality was enough to send Dean into a spiral of wistfulness.
“Come on, tell us,” Jo whined; that was Jo, never wanting to not know something. One time, she’d stolen Sam from Dean because she’d wanted to know Dean’s big bad secret. In the end, Dean had told her about how he’d stashed fancy looking marbles in the alcove of an empty tree. What? He was six at the time, it wasn’t like it was going to be legendary.
“You can’t start telling us and then just end it there,” Victor agreed, looking far more interested in the whole thing than Dean would have thought he would. Normally, when the topic of Dean’s crush on Cas came up, Victor wouldn’t really say much. Out of the group, he wasn’t all that bothered about the dating game or Dean’s love life. He’d sit there and listen without complaint, but he was never one to get involved. Jo did, because she was a nosey fucker. Benny did too, because he was a not so secret hopeless romantic at heart and wanted Dean and Cas to get together in the end. So did Charlie, who was always sighing happily when she saw Dean and Cas doing anything together. And Ash was too busy doing random fucking shit to notice anything else.
“Yes I can!” Dean argued, “I don’t have to tell you anything,” he lifted his chin defiantly.
“Yes you do,” Jo sang.
“Yep. Tell us,” Benny encouraged him. And that started a whole chant of ‘Tell us’; sung by Jo who sounded like a fucking foghorn. To which Dean ignored and hoped she would shut up very, very soon. He tried to play along with it though, rolling his eyes and pretending to block his ears with his fingers. It was all good natured teasing, except when it suddenly wasn’t.
“Quick,” Dean told them urgently, snapping out of his laughter, “Change the subject.”
At the quick change in Dean’s tone, the gang instantly knew something was up.
“What?” Victor frowned, “Why?”
Dean forced a grin on his lips, his cheeks hurting from the strain of faking it, “Cas is coming,” he explained.
There were hisses of ‘Oh’ and ‘Shit’; enough for Dean to realise his friends had his back. They all shut up, Jo suddenly voicing about how she thought Mr Riley looked like a pelican. The rest of the gang just started nodding along and umming and ahhing at the right places, clearly not listening to a word she was saying because they would not look that fucking serious as they visualised their teacher as a fucking pelican. Ignoring them, Dean watched Castiel instead.
Just like any other day, Castiel looked like he’d only just rolled out of bed. Dean had no idea how that was Cas’ permanent look, but it was. Like he’d woken up five seconds ago and was incredibly perturbed by it. Hair ridiculously messy, a slight darkness under his eyes, and a small downturn of his mouth with a line between his eyebrows as he walked through the throng of students. As always, his clothes looked like they’d only just been thrown on, a deep green sweater hanging off him with jeans that nicely shaped his thighs. And jesus fucking christ, he was gorgeous.
“Hey,” Dean said as soon as Castiel was towering over him.
Not bothering with any pleasantries, Castiel simply placed his bag on the floor next to Dean’s feet and announced, “I’m just going to get some food,” and then he was off to the vending machine.
“Okay,” Dean said, quick enough for Castiel to hear it before he was away again. For what some may have called rudeness, Dean just saw it as a ‘Cas-ism’, little things that Cas did in life that was just him. He didn’t see the point in saying hello or goodbye because what was the point when it was never really a goodbye because they would see each other again? And he didn’t bother shaking hands with people when he met a new person, because the ritual was weird in his eyes. There were a lot of things Castiel didn’t understand, so he simply didn’t do them.
Castiel didn’t do it to be rude or obnoxious; he just didn’t realise they were things that people were meant to do for some reason. And if anyone told him about it, he’d forget about it two minutes later. Dean kind of loved that about Cas the most though; he didn’t give a shit about social pleasantries that everyone else forced themselves to follow. Castiel followed his own rules.
“Why did we have to change the subject again?” Victor asked with a raised eyebrow as soon as Cas was out of hearing distance.
Tearing his gaze from Cas, Dean looked at Victor like he’d lost his head, “Because Cas was here you idiot,” he hissed.
Victor shrugged, “I don’t get why we can’t talk about it front of him. He knows that you like him.”
“Just because he knows doesn’t mean we can talk about it,” Dean explained, turning to look back at Castiel, “Because if we talk about it, it’ll make things awkward.”
“He’s right,” Jo nodded.
“We’ve never talked about it and we never will, else it’ll go all awkward and weird and it might ruin our friendship. So no, don’t talk about it with Cas. Not ever,” Dean told them, because this was incredibly important, one of the most important things he needed for them to put into their skull, “Okay?” he asked, staring them all out as he waited for a reply.
“Yes sir,” Victor mock saluted, much to Jo’s amusement and Benny’s eye rolling.
It might have seemed like Dean was being a pissy asshole to his friends. But having Cas acknowledge Dean’s feelings for him was something that Dean was terrified of. It was better to keep them pushed down and unspoken about. Because bringing it to the table would make it the forefront of their relationship and it would just constantly be there. It wouldn’t be an elephant in the corner of the room then, it would be an elephant sitting on their god damn face.
The conversation was instantly shut down as Castiel came back with a tray in his hand, completely unaware that he’d been the centre of the talk. He plopped himself next to Dean, plonking the tray onto the table, afterward running a hand through his hair.
“What have you got today?” Dean asked; Cas’ choice of meals were never the norm. From spaghetti on pizza to a bowl of cereal and gummy worms, Castiel ate the oddest of things. And most of them were as unhealthy as shit.
“A heart attack, that’s what,” Victor chimed.
“It’s a good job that you run track else you’d be 90% sugar by now Cas,” Dean nudged Castiel in the ribs.
A curved frown settled onto Cas’ lips, “That’s entirely impossible,” he stated in a way that Dean knew meant Cas wasn’t playing along and was actually taking the situation seriously.
Not bothering to reply, Dean simple wrapped an arm around Cas, tightening his grip around Cas’ shoulders. Subconsciously or consciously, Castiel shuffled further into Dean’s hold, though Dean wondered whether he was just doing it because Dean was holding onto him so tight that it would be more comfortable for Cas to settle into the grip rather than fight it.
“Where’ve you been this morning anyway?” Dean asked, stealing one of the pieces of candy, something that Castiel didn’t even blink at, “Haven’t saw you much besides first period,” he stated before shovelling the candy into his mouth.
“I was in the library. I just wanted some peace and quiet,” Castiel explained, gaze settled on his food; again, it seemed like he was being rude. But rarely did Cas give someone full eye contact, instead constantly flitting between looking at the person he was talking to and then looking away. Dean had overhead people saying it was annoying once, but as soon as they’d saw him standing there listening they’d shut the hell up. Dean thought it was fucking endearing how Cas would look at you and then down with a little smile on his face as he listened. How was that shit annoying?
“Yeah,” Dean nodded, “I get you.”
Castiel finally looked up at Dean, squinting at him in a way that made Dean still think the guy needed glasses; that, or he was perpetually confused about everything, including Dean’s face, “I did try and text you to say you could come down and meet me but my phone wasn’t working.”
No one else in the gang questioned why they hadn’t been invited. It was go to knowledge that, if Cas could choose, no one else would be invited besides Dean. It was just a thing that happened. It wasn’t that Castiel disliked the rest of his friends, he loved them, but he preferred solitude over people. And Dean was a weird anomaly that got through, probably because they’d been inseparable growing up. Stuff like that just stuck, Dean guessed.
“I’ll check it out for you, pass it here,” Dean gestured with his hand, waiting for Cas to pull out his phone from his jean pocket, “You’ve probably done something dumb on it.”
“I’m not dumb,” Cas blew out a hot puff of air as he dropped his phone onto Dean’s palm with a small scowl.
“Obviously,” Dean rolled his eyes affectionately, “You’re the smartest person I know,” he said matter of fact, because it was fucking true, “You’re just shit with technology, that’s all.”
Castiel smiled fondly, a small curve of his lips, “Well, it’s good my best friend is going to be the world’s best engineer then.”
“Shut up,” Dean muttered, always one to shut down anything like that. It wasn’t that it made him uncomfortable- No, that was exactly it. Even though he’d had his family and friends supporting him his entire life, it still made him feel weird when they called him out for being so great or whatever.
“You put your phone on airplane mode,” Dean told Cas, plonking the phone onto Cas’ palm.
The explanation confused Castiel all the more, a little wrinkle settling between his brows, “How did I do that?”
“I don’t know, you pressed the button somehow. But I’ve fixed it for you because I’m that awesome,” Dean grinned, realising that the rest of his friends were ogling their every move. Perhaps talking about his big gay love for Cas wasn’t the greatest thing to do right before Cas came walking over.
“Thank you, Dean,” Castiel murmured, placing his phone back in his pocket so he could get back to eating his food.
“How come you didn’t stay in the library?” Dean asked; once Cas had settled into a spot, he tended to stay there until he was forced out. The library was one of his few spots at school that Castiel was comfortable with.
“Some of the new year came in and started making a lot of noise,” Castiel explained with a sigh; Dean hoped for Cas’ sake it was just a first day kind of thing and there wasn’t going to be a continuous racket for Cas. Dean didn’t want Cas to lose one of his quiet havens.
“Ew,” Jo pulled a face, distorting her pretty features, “I hate it when the new year come up and don’t realise that they’re in high school and are brats.”
“They’re dumbasses who forget they’re in high school,” Victor grumbled.
“Careful,” Dean pointed at him, “My brother’s one of them.”
“I’m talking about the ones that act like three year olds, not your brother,” Victor added, “Sam’s smarter than most of the kids in our year.”
Dean puffed at the compliment, because a compliment about Sam was pretty much a compliment to him. He was proud of his brother and everything he’d become; a smart kid who was just as kind as clever. Which was a hell of a lot. One day, Sam was going to be the best damn lawyer in the world and was probably going to save everyone at some point as well.
“And I also needed to eat too,” Castiel suddenly started speaking again. He did that a lot too, trailing off from other people’s talking into something else entirely; it was difficult to keep up with him unless you were used to it like Dean.
“Anyway, I assumed you would all be here for lunch and I thought you would all be much more enjoyable company,” Castiel half shrugged.
“You’ve got that right,” Benny grinned, clinking his bottle against Cas’ milk carton. It didn’t quite have the same effect as wine glasses clinking together, but Dean kind of appreciated the tacky sentiment.
“We make the best company,” Dean agreed, squeezing Cas’ shoulder.
Castiel looked up at Dean, eyes softening, “Yes,” he gave Dean a smile, one that made his eyes wrinkle, “You do.”
At that moment, Dean felt like someone had just punched him in the heart. It was the simplest of things, Castiel just agreeing to what he had said, but it meant so much more to Dean. Any time Cas said something nice to him, Dean pathetically held onto it and stored it into his brain for future times when he felt like shit. It was the little things that pleased him the most.
Victor cleared his throat, “How’s everyone’s first day going then?”
Jo glared at him for reminding her of where she currently was, “First day at school is always shitty,” she grumbled unhappily.
“It’s one of the easiest days though. It’s just full of teacher’s doing intros to the classes and nothing really happens,” Dean offered. He kind of enjoyed school; he got to hang out with his friends and he got to actually learn something, another thing he liked to do. Sure, some of the teachers were vile and some of the subjects were too difficult, boring, or felt like a waste of time, but all in all, Dean liked being at school.
“Which makes it pointless,” Benny commented, “I’d prefer it if they just went straight into teaching.”
“I agree,” Castiel nodded, “Instead of having to go to class in the morning for a pointless introduction to a subject we’ve been doing our entire lives, I could have been sleeping,” he complained, rubbing at his eyes for dramatic effect.
Dean couldn’t help but smile, “You’re such a grump when it comes to not having enough sleep.”
Castiel stared at him, “No one is happy when they don’t get sleep,” he said defensively, still messing with his tired eyes as he grumbled and mumbled.
“Yeah but you act like it’s the end of the world,” Dean teased, pulling Cas closer to him so he could squish his cheek with his nose.
Castiel’s mouth didn’t even twitch to signal a smile, “Because it is,” he replied shortly with a huff.
“And it is for everyone around you, else you’ll kick their ass,” Dean chuckled.
“You are kind of terrifying when you’re sleep deprived,” Jo agreed with a grin.
The words actually seemed to worry Castiel, who looked at Dean for reassurance, “Terrifying? I wouldn’t say terri-“
Dean squeezed his shoulder, “We’re joking Cas, don’t worry,” he soothed; sometimes, Cas wouldn’t get in on the joke and would misinterpret things as serious. And the notion of him being terrifying to his friends was obviously something he definitely didn’t want to be.
“Oh,” Castiel’s shoulders settled back down as he flashed Jo a small smile in apology, “Okay.”
Jo gave Cas a reassuring smile to let him know everything was fine before switching the subject, “Anything exciting happen in any of your classes?”
“I don’t know. Mr Rednapp is growing a beard,” Benny offered.
“Wow,” Dean said with his best monotone voice and bitch face, “Ground breaking.”
Benny glared at him, “Wait till you see it, you might change your mind when you see his ginger beard.”
There was a pause, “Ginger?” Jo asked slowly; the hair on top of Mr Rednapp‘s heard was black.
“Oh yeah, it looks weird,” Benny nodded.
There were mumbles of grievance as they all visualised Mr Rednapp with a ginger beard. Okay, Dean had to definitely see that at some point today. Maybe the guy was doing it for a joke? Or he was doing it for charity which was pretty decent of the guy. Either way, it was still going to look dumb.
“Mrs Lewis has finally realised that splitting me and Cas up is a waste of time and she’s let us sit together again,” Dean told his friends proudly; the pure happiness seeping through his tone. Last semester had been hell when they’d been forced apart. Throughout the class, Dean had been in a bad mood from the start, was despondent to questions and hardly got the work done. Castiel had struggled just as much, frowning constantly until they were out of the classroom.
Castiel nodded, “She finally realised that even though we talk a lot when we sit next to each other, we still get more work done than when we’re apart.”
Jo pointed at the both of them with a french fry, “Any teacher who think they’re gonna be successful in splitting you two up are dumbasses who are going to realise really, really quickly that they’re gonna be big failures,” she shoved the fry into her mouth as if to finalise the point.
“Yep,” Dean agreed, clunking his and Cas’ heads together, squeezing Cas’ tightly as he smashed their cheeks together. Castiel didn’t even comment on being dragged, nor did he smile and laugh like everyone else. But he didn’t try and push away.
Jo grinned, “I think this year is gonna be a good year.”
“Our last hurrah,” Victor smiled.
“Yeah,” Dean cheered, “Our last hurrah!”