Castiel was stuck in a fine arts class with nothing but low lives who think they can draw. He despised each and every one of them. Though, there was one student who caught his attention.

Dean Winchester.

He admired the way this boy painted. It was beautiful, inspired. Simple, yet extravagant. Stately. Divine.

He sometimes found it hard to focus because he got so caught up in watching Dean paint. The way he manipulated the brush on the easel was true, pure, genuine art. Talent. A gift.

One day, after class, he caught sight of Dean watching him. He looked away, blushing darkly. Dean just grinned and left, leaving his easel on the stand.

Cas had to know what he had painted. He always watched him paint something truly amazing. He never got to see what this one was, but whatever it was, Dean put much effort into it.

He approached the easel and was mesmerized by what he saw. It was a local cafe which he visited regularly. There was a message written on it. It was for him.

"Castiel, I don't know how I'm 'Donatello' this, but I'll just 'Van Gogh' with it. I really like you, and I'll just 'O'Keeffe' liking you forever. Meet me at the Chicago Cafe in town this afternoon and we'll grab some coffee. How's 5:15 sound?"

Cas smiled. He knew his name. And he used some of his favorite artists' names in the corniest possible fashion. 5:15. He had an hour.

And he wouldn't waste a second.

._.__.~5:15~.__._.

Cas got ready and walked into the cafe where he saw Dean waiting for him at a table by the window. There was a hitch in his breath as he caught sight of him. He looked cute in plaid.

"Hey, Cas." He called.

Cas swallowed. "Dean." He approached the table and sat down.

"I ordered you something already. Hope you don't mind."

"No, it's fine. What is it?"

"Well, I just sorta went with it. Cappuccino. French vanilla."

Cas nodded. "It will do. So... how... are you liking the class?" He asked awkwardly.

"It's cool. Especially when I get to see you paint."

Cas realized he was holding his breath, and started breathing again. "Really?"

"Yeah. You're a great artist. Especially when you're actually painting and not watching me."

Cas gulped again. "You... you know I've been... watching you?" He mumbled shyly.

"Well, you're not exactly subtle in your spying."

"I'm not spying on you. I just... admire your work."

"Really? The great Castiel Novak is a fan of little ole me?"

"You're amazing," He blurted. "I mean, that is to say, your art is amazing. Not you. I mean, so are you, but I, uh, I just, I-"

He was interrupted by Dean pressing their lips together. Cas instinctively pressed his hands against the boy's chest, but he soon melted into the kiss. His hands moved to the back of his neck, and they stayed there like that for what seemed like forever.

Cas broke free and stared into his radiant, vibrant green eyes. "What was that for?"

Dean grinned. "To shut you up. I love you, Cas."

Cas gasped a little under his breath. He smiled brightly. "I love you too, Dean."

(A/N: As requested by @mishaplease :3 So, I don't know how a "fine arts" class is supposed to work, but I just decided to, you know, Van Gogh with it haha. Did you understand a word of that part? Van Gogh? Donatello? The O'Keeffe part was terrible, but, I reiterate, I decided to Van Gogh with it. I Van Weghnt with it. I REGRET NOTHINGGGGG!

Except the unfortunate events of last night :\

PEACE OFF, MY MINI MARSHMINIONS!)