Castiel keeps getting asked out by a creep/weirdo so he tries running across campus to find one of his friends – who would pretend to date Castiel just so the girl would leave him alone.

*A/N: Another O/C in this because I can't find a good character to fit the person I want in this story.*

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*Castiel's POV*

"Hey, Clarence," Meg says, smirking.

"Uh...hey, Meg," I reply, hoping she'd just leave me alone.

"Come on, unicorn," she chuckles. "You don't want me?"

"I-I didn't say that..." I stutter, not knowing how to respond. "It-it's just that I'm already taken."

Her face contorts to rage and I sprint through the dorms, looking for my best friends. Surely, one of them would help me with this.

I manage to run a good distance before running into someone. I try to scramble away but they grip onto my arm. I look up and freeze. Dean Winchester, quarterback for the college football team. Real popular with the ladies.

"Hey, hey, what's your name?" Dean asks softly.

I try to scramble away, needing to get as far away from Meg as I can. I know what she can do. Dean pulls me onto my feet and gives me a stern look.

"Castiel," I reply quietly. "I need to go."

I go to pull away but Dean tightens his grip. "Why? What's wrong? Who are you running from?"

"This crazy woman who keeps trying to date me when I'm into guys!" I reply, clearly annoyed and scared. I clear my throat and glance around the room as I realize I admitted to Dean I was gay. Great first impression.

Dean quirks an eyebrow. "How long has it been going on for?" He asks.

"Three years. Ever since I came to this stupid college!" I groan.

Dean chuckles. My eyes stop on Meg as I see her round the corner. I go rigid in Dean's grasp. He follows my gaze and turns back to me. "That her?"

"Yeah," I sigh.

Next thing I know, I'm pressed against a wall and lips are attacking mine. I melt into the kiss quickly after getting over the initial shock. I hear Meg gasp and storm off.

Dean pulls away and smirks at my stunned expression. "See you around, Cass," he whispers. And then he's gone.

I stand stunned for a couple minutes. Dean Winchester and I just made out.

•••

"Guys!" I yell, running into Charlie's dorm. All of my friends are there, lounging around the room. They all jump at the sound of my voice.

"Cass, what the hell happened to you?" Charlie asks. "Sit down. Tell us what happened."

I take a deep breath before shutting the door and sitting down with my back against a wall. "Does everyone know Winchester?"

"Dean Winchester?" Balth asks.

"Obviously," I retort.

"Well you could always be talking about Samsquatch," Gabe points out.

"Do you all know Dean?" I ask sternly.

"Yes," all of them reply.

"And you know about Meg, right?" I ask.

"Of course," Garth pipes up.

"I told Meg I was dating somebody," I admit.

"But you're not," Charlie points out.

"I'm aware of that," I retort. "I ran here to try to get away from her. It didn't go as planned."

"What's Winchester's part in this?" Balth asks.

"Before I tell you, I need you all to remain calm. Okay?" I ask. They nod. "I knocked over Dean. Somehow he got me to admit what happened. Meg showed up. Dean kissed me. Oh, god. Dean Winchester and I made out."

I lean my head against the wall and stare at the ceiling in disbelief. "Are you sure?" Balth asks.

"Of course I'm sure! I wouldn't lie about this!" I retort.

"Touchy!" Gabe chuckles. "You can understand our disbelief, Cass. You've had a crush on him since freshman year. Of high school, nonetheless. Seven years has passed and he hasn't once sent you even a glance. Why would he make out with you?"

I glare at him, then scoff. "I can't even believe it myself, Gabriel!" I yell. "I'm not making this up."

"Alright, alright. Let's just go to lunch," Garth butts in.

We all agree, so we walk to the cafeteria. I stand at the end of the line, with my friends in front of me. Someone pops up behind me and I'm tapped on the shoulder. I turn around, seeing Dean.

"Dean?" I ask. I hear all my friends talking amongst each other quietly.

"Hey, Cass," Dean chuckles. "Sorry about...uh, earlier. I figured that'd be the easiest way to get her to back off. You don't deserve a stalker, even though you have the looks for it."

I bite my lip, looking to the ground. "Thanks, Dean. But the kiss wasn't my main concern. Now she thinks we're dating."

Dean runs a hand through his hair. He looks around the room warily. "Only around her, nobody else. No other time. Deal?"

I stare at him in shock. Gabe nudges me from behind. I clear my throat. "Deal," I reply.

After getting our food, Dean goes back to his friends, and so do I. We take our seats. I wait to see who will break the silence.

"What the crap," Charlie says. "It was true."

"I think a congratulations are in order," Garth says. "To Castiel, for finally getting noticed."

I scoff, laughing softly. "Thanks, Garth. Honestly, who would've thought? Me, pretending to be with Winchester? That sounds crazy."

"It is crazy, but I think it might work in your favor," Gabe says.

•••

After lunch, Dean stopped me in the hallway to give me his number. That way, he can show up when she's around.

I walk to my dorm and see my roommate, Crowley, on his bed with Meg. They're just lounging and talking. As I flop down on my bed, I notice she follows.

"Hey, Clarence," she says. "You ready to go on that date?"

I pull out my phone, sighing. "I already told you I'm taken," I point out.

Dean

Me: Come over here. Now.

Dean: What? No! I'm doing work

Me: Bring it here then!

Meg takes my phone. I luckily swipe off the chat before she can see it. She takes a seat next to me and opens up the camera. I keep my eyes focused on the screen, in case Dean responds. Meg places a kiss on my cheek and I scrunch up my face. She takes that moment to then snap a photo. She sends it to herself and squeals, tossing my phone back to me and jumping off the bed.

"That's so cute!" She exclaims, pulling out her phone.

I pick up mine and decide to send that picture to Dean.

Dean

Dean: Crap. What dorm? I'll be right there

Me: 21B

Dean: Omw

"Dean is going to kill you if you post that, Meg," I point out.

"Like you're actually together," she scoffs. "I doubt it. He's as straight as a pole."

There's a knock on the door, so I scramble over. I open the door and smile at the sight of Dean. He looks disheveled from the run here. Dean looks behind me and sees the two other people.

"Hey, Cass," he says, faking a smile.

"I've gotta go, Meg," Crowley says. "You can stay if you want. I'll be back."

He shoves me as he passes. Dean catches me before I can fall. I lead him into the room and close the door.

"Hey," Meg says, not caring to fake her disgust.

Dean wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads me over to my bed. Meg gets off of it and the two of us sit down, side by side.

"Sorry I look like shit," Dean says, ruffling his hair. "I just came from practice."

I bite my lip at the sexy view I just got. "You're always hot," I point out. I reach out and push his hand away from his hair. I run my hands through it until I'm satisfied with the look.

Dean smiles and laughs. "Nothing compared to you," he counters.

I feel a blush creeping onto my face. Biting my lip, I turn my gaze to the floor, not wanting to meet his stare.

Dean lifts my face with two fingers. He leans in and places his lips onto mine. I smile into the kiss, pulling him closer to me. He climbs onto my lap, moving his kisses from my lips to my neck.

He sucks on my neck until he finds my sweet spot. I lean my head to the side, letting out a soft moan involuntarily. I feel a bulge grow in Dean's pants. I gasp softly and I feel him tense up. Meg is still there, though, so he stays put. He alternates between nibbling, sucking, and licking my neck.

I let out another moan and the door slams open. I hear someone run out as multiple footsteps also walk into the room. Dean pulls away, clearing his throat before leaving swiftly. The door slams closed behind him.

I sit there, stunned, as my friends stare at me in shock. "That was hot," Charlie says.

I glare at her, covering the mark he undoubtedly left on my neck. "This isn't funny," I reply. "I thought he was straight, guys."

"He still could be," Garth points out.

"No way in hell," I retort.

"Just because he gave you a hickey doesn't mean he's not straight," Balth points out.

"That's not why!" I exclaim, jumping off the bed and walking to the door. "Just forget about it."

I slam the door behind me and groan in frustration. I walk to the quad and take a seat on a bench. My phone buzzes, so I pull it out.

Meg

Meg: If you two were dating he wouldn't be cheating on you

Me: What?!

Meg: To your left

I look to my left and groan. I walk over to Dean and pull him off the girl. He goes to push me, but stops when he realizes who grabbed him. He pulls me to a dim part of the quad and shoves me into the wall.

"What the hell was that for?" Dean hisses.

"You agreed to this, Dean," I point out.

"I said only in private," he retorts.

"Then you can only make out with girls in private," I counter. "Meg thinks you're cheating on me."

"Well who's fault is that?"

"Yours!" I hiss. "You kisses me first. You gave me a hickey. You got a boner. That's all you, Dean."

He holds me against the wall, looking at me threateningly. I raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for his next move.

Dean pushes off the wall and groans in frustration. He runs a hand through his hair while looking around in disbelief. "Don't bring it up, okay?" His voice is small, almost inaudible.

"Dean," I sigh. "You gave me a hickey. Every time someone looks at me it would be a reminder of it. They can ask questions. All I ask is that you don't make out with anyone in the open. We have to make it believable if we want this to work."

"What's in it for me?" He asks, turning to look me in the eyes.

"I won't ask you questions about not being straight," I offer.

He huffs, running his hand through his hair again. "Fine," he sighs. "Make sure those friends of yours don't say anything. And don't tell them anything else about this."

"Deal," I reply. I glance around the courtyard. Only one person is looking at us: Meg. "Dean." He looks at me in confusion. "Kiss me."

Dean stares at me, but I give him a pointed look. He takes the hint and kisses me softly. His hands lay on my waist as I put mine on the back of his neck. Our mouths move in sync until we run out of breath. He leans his forehead against mine as we struggle with breathing.

"She gone?" Dean asks softly.

I look around until I'm sure she's gone. "Yeah," I sigh.

•••

Two months pass by. Dean and I have grown accustomed to being around each other now. I've started growing feelings for Dean, sadly. He's most likely bisexual, so he'd probably try to end up with a girl.

I'd never have a chance, but I'll take what I can get. Everyone besides Meg thinks we're just friends, which Dean is fine with. Nobody would believe we'd be in a relationship, anyway.

"You all going on the school trip?" I ask, as we all eat lunch.

"Yeah," they reply.

"It's tomorrow, right?" I ask. They nod.

Dean

Me: Are you going on the school trip?

Dean: Using it as a way to get away from friends. Why?

Me: Because I'm going and Meg said she is too

Dean: It's been two months, Cass. She still talks to you when I'm not around?

Me: Obviously

Dean: Ugh, okay. I'll see you there then

•••

I grab my two bags of luggage and exit my room.

"Hey, Cass," Dean says, startling me.

I drop my keys and glare at him. I bend down to grab them as I keep my gaze on Dean. He smirks, but then falters. I notice him checking me out before quickly standing up with my keys in hand.

"Hello, Dean," I say. "Nice view?"

His face flushes and I laugh. "Shut up," Dean groans. As I lock the door, he picks up my bags.

We walk down the hallway after it's locked. "Why are you carrying my bags," I ask.

"Would you like to carry them yourself?" Dean asks.

"No," I chuckle. "I was just curious."

We walk off campus and make our way to the bus. "Mr. Novak, where are your bags?" Miss McLeod asks.

"I'm carrying them," Dean tells her. She nods, ushering us onto the bus.

Lisa Braeden grabs Dean's arm and pulls him so he sits in the seat next to her. I sigh, taking the seat in front of him.

"I can't wait to show you the new bikini I got," she tells him.

I cringe at the sound of her trying to flirt. "Uh, I'll see you when we get there," Dean replies. Then the seat next to mine gets occupied. I smile at Dean in relief.

"You're still carrying out bags, Dean," I point out.

He clears his throat and stands up, Dean puts away our bags before sitting back down. I pull out my phone and plug in my headphones. As I turn on my music, Dean tugs on my earbuds.

"No," he whines.

"What, Dean?" I ask.

"Talk to me," he says.

"It's like a five hour drive," I point out. "I hoped I would sleep."

"How can you sleep on a bus full of students?" Dean asks.

"Music," I retort. "So if you want to talk to someone, go back to your girlfriend."

"Cass," Dean sighs. "Don't be like that."

I roll my eyes, putting my earbuds back in. I lean my head on the windowsill before closing my eyes. A couple minutes later and I feel a tap on my shoulder. I rip out my earbuds and glare at Dean.

"What?!" I ask harshly. I clear my throat awkwardly as I notice the whole bus staring at me. "Sorry!"

"Mr. Novak, would you like to sit up front with Miss Masters?" Miss McLeod asks.

Dean grips onto my arm, looking at me fearfully. "Don't leave," he whispers.

"No," I reply to her. "I didn't realize you were there. Sorry, Miss."

She huffs before continuing. "I'm going to tell you all your rooms now." She reads our names out loud, with our partners. I tuned out until I heard my name. "Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester, rooming with Gabriel Novak and Sam Winchester. Balthazar Novak and Garth Fitzgerald, rooming with Crowley McLeod and Lucifer Novak. Charlie Bradbury and Meg Masters, rooming with Lisa Braeden and Bela Talbot."

"Looks like we're rooming together," I remark after the bus starts.

"What are the odds," Dean chuckles.

My phone buzzes before I can respond.

Charlie

Charlie: You're welcome

I laugh, showing Dean the text. "She probably hacked it," I reply.

"Your family is crazy," he points out.

"I'm aware," I laugh.

Dean takes one of my earbuds and hands me the other one. I raise an eyebrow as we put them in our ears.

"You have Led Zeppelin?" Dean asks.

I play Stairway to Heaven and lock my phone. "Obviously," I retort. "Can I sleep now?"

Dean rummages through a small bag he didn't bother putting away. I stare at him skeptically until he pulls a blanket out of it. He zips up the bag and lays the blanket on top of us.

I cuddle closer to Dean so we can share the blanket with no issues. "Better?" He asks.

"Yeah," I reply.

I lean my head on his shoulder and take a deep breath. Soon enough, I'm asleep.

•••

*Dean's POV*

The bus pulls to a stop at the destination. We're renting small apartments near the beach. I've never been to a beach before, so I'm excited.

I glance down at Castiel, sighing as I see everyone getting ready to hop off the bus. Gabriel walks over to me and laughs.

"I'll carry your bags, get Sam to help too. You carry Cass," he tells me.

I sigh, pulling the blanket off of me and wrapping it around Castiel. I pick him up bridal style and stand up. We get off the bus and enter the hotel. Sam collects our keys before we enter an elevator.

As the elevator goes up, Cass shifts in my grasp. "Dean?" He asks, voice gruff and low.

I clear my throat after hearing his sleep-induced voice. "It's me, Cass," I reply softly.

"Are we here?" He asks.

"In the elevator," I respond.

He groans, cuddling closer to me as he stays in my arms. "What time is it?"

"Almost midnight. There was more traffic than expected," Sam says.

The elevator doors open and we walk to our room. We enter after Sam unlocks it. I carry Cass to one of the two bedrooms and lay him on the bed. Instantly, he snuggles up with the blanket.

"Cass, you should get under the covers," I tell him.

"But this one smells like you," he whines.

I feel my face flush. I crawl under the blankets as Cass lays above them. "At least go under them and keep that blanket. You're hogging up the good ones," I complain.

He throws the blanket on the ground before getting under mine. I stare at him in confusion as he cuddles up next to me. "You're here so I don't need the blanket. I have the real thing," he says. His eyes are still closed and his speech is a little slurred. I come to the conclusion he's still very sleepy, and won't remember this tomorrow.

I use that to my advantage, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer. His head rests against my chest. I peck the top of his head softly before falling asleep.

•••

*Castiel's POV*

"Cassie, Dean-o, wake up!" Gabriel yells.

I groan, annoyed that I was awaken. "Go away," I tell him.

"We're going to the beach today," he says.

"Why would I go? Meg would just go and check me out the whole time," I point out.

Dean's hold on me tightens. "Not if I'm there," he says. My breathing hitches at his morning voice. "We came here for vacation. I don't want to waste it laying in bed."

I pull away from Dean but he doesn't let go. "Dean," I giggle. "You need to let go if we have to get up."

"You're warm," he whines.

"Dean," I say sternly. "Let me go."

He huffs, releasing his grasp. I crawl out of bed and see Gabriel standing in the doorway with a smirk. I glare at him, so he lets out a chuckle. I find my bag and look through it until my swim trunks pop into view.

After grabbing it, along with a random t-shirt, I walk into the attached bathroom. I change into the outfit before walking to the living room. Sam and Gabe are seated on the couch. Gabriel tosses me the sunscreen. I take off my shirt, starting to apply the product to my skin.

"Need some help?" Dean asks, startling me.

"My back," I sigh.

He takes the sunscreen and starts to lather it onto my back. Once he finishes, I put it across his. After that, we do the rest ourselves. I purposely keep my gaze away from Dean's general vicinity, so I'm not tempted to stare at his bare chest.

We throw our shirts back on, and the four of us leave. Sam had packed extra sunscreen, along with towels. After we arrive, I notice a lot of the people that attended the trip are already there. I walk over to my friends and sit on Charlie's blanket.

"Hey, Cassie," Luci says.

"Hello," I reply. "How long have you all been here?"

"Not that long, I guess," Garth says.

"Oh no," Charlie groans. "Lisa and Bela are going up to Dean. Meg is watching you, Cass."

I groan in frustration, getting up from the towel and walking over to Dean. Lisa and Bela had already approached him by the time I arrived.

I notice Dean wasn't even affected by the bikinis the girls were wearing. They try to get his attention, but he keeps his gaze on the ocean.

I tap on his shoulder timidly, not knowing how to get his attention. He disregards it, as I thought he would.

"Dean," I say softly. This gets his attention. He turns to me with a smile. "You want to sit down for a bit?"

He nods in agreement. I notice his eyebrows furrow. Dean walks closer to me and says something in a hushed tone. "Why don't you take your shirt off?" He asks.

"Why don't you take yours?" I counter.

Dean chuckles, stripping off his shirt. I bite my lip, looking away. "Your turn," he says.

I glare at him before doing the same. I notice him taking in the view, so I slap him playfully. "Don't look!" I scoff.

He rolls his eyes with a smile across his face. Dean wraps an arm around my shoulders and we walk over to my friends. My blanket was laid out, presumably by Gabriel. Him and Sam are sitting on their own. Dean and I take a seat on mine.

"Looking good, Cass," Charlie says.

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "You do too, Charlie."

Dean raises an eyebrow at me. He leans in, mouth near my ear. "How about me, huh?"

I gasp, playfully pushing him away. He hits the sand and lets out a bellowing laugh. My friends join in and my face flushes.

"Assbutt," I whine.

Dean sits back up and laughs. "'Assbutt'?" He asks.

I glare at him. "I hate you," I reply.

"Sure you do," Gabe chimes in, clearly sarcastic.

I roll my eyes before getting up. "I'm going in the ocean," I tell them. I walk down the beach and hear multiple people getting off their towels.

As I enter the ocean, I notice someone walking over to me. I disregard it, thinking it's a friend.

"Hey," a voice says. I look over, biting my lip at the sight of a hot guy that I don't recognize.

"Hello," I reply. "I'm Castiel."

"Ashton," he says. "I haven't seen you here before, have I?"

"Nah," I chuckle. "I'm here on vacation."

"Spring Break?" He asks.

"Yeah," I reply. "Guessing you live here?"

"Yep," Ashton laughs. "Those your friends over there?"

I look over, chuckling as I see all my friends staring at us. "You know it," I reply. Dean gets up and walks over to me. He looks towards Lisa and Bela, who are walking off the beach, before looking back to me. "Hello, Dean."

"Hey, Cass," Dean says. "Meg is looking."

I groan, rolling my eyes. "Can't she take a hint?" I ask rhetorically.

"Who's Meg?" Ashton asks.

"A girl who keeps trying to ask me out," I sigh. "Shit, she's coming over here!"

Dean swiftly puts his hands on my waist and plants his lips onto mine. I squeal in shock before tangling my hands in his hair. He pulls away after a few moments.

"Can you guys not make out in front of everybody?" Meg sneers.

"You could've warned me," I whisper, only loud enough for Dean to hear.

"Where's the fun in that," he smirks.

I pull away from him, seeing Ashton standing there in shock. "Don't you have anything better to do than stalk me, Meg?" I ask.

"You're shirtless," she says. "I'm not gonna pass that up."

I groan in frustration. "What part of 'I don't like you' do you not understand?" I ask.

"I understand, I just don't care," she replies.

"Then watch from afar, Meg," I sigh. "Please?"

"Of course, my unicorn," she smiles, then walks off.

"She's...crazy," Ashton says.

"Yeah," I reply. "Dean, did Sam pack anything to eat?"

"Ew," he says, scrunching up his face in disgust. "I'll go get us some burgers from the stand."

"Thanks," I reply. He kisses my cheek and walks off.

"I...uh, didn't know you had a boyfriend," Ashton says awkwardly.

"I don't," I admit. "Not really, at least. Dean's been helping me keep Meg at bay for the past two months. None of it is real."

I look down and move my foot back and forth in the water. "But you want it to be," he sighs. "Am I right?"

I meet his gaze and stare at him in confusion. "You're kidding me, right? Look at me, then look at him. He's hot...and I'm just me."

Ashton scoffs. "Don't put yourself down like that," he says. "Your disheveled hairstyle, your bright blue eyes, everything about you is attractive. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

"Thanks," I reply shyly. "I should probably get back to my friends, huh?"

"Yeah, so should I," Ashton chuckles. "Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Bye," I respond. Then I walk back to my friends. I sit down on my towel, waiting for Dean to come back. Charlie smacks me on the back of the head. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"You're with Dean!" She exclaims. "I'm not about to let my ship go down anytime soon."

"You're insane," I tell her.

"Where'd Dean go?" Sam asks.

"To get us some burgers," I tell him.

•••

I take a seat at the edge of the couch, turning on a random TV show. Sam and Gabe take up the other side of the couch, leaving a big enough space for Dean to sit next to me.

He takes the seat and watches the show with us. Sometime during the show, Dean's hand moved into mine. He starts to caress the back of my hand with his thumb. I smile, leaning my head on his shoulder.

I don't think much of it until I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Dean fell asleep awhile ago, arms tightly secured around my waist and my head underneath his chin.

We're only supposed to show affection when Meg is around. Why would he hold my hand? And, he said it's only supposed to be in private. Lisa and Bela weren't there, but that's still hardly private. He must've known others were watching.

Why would Dean kiss me then? He could've put an arm around my shoulder and whisper something into my ear. Nothing big. Instead, he goes and gives me a full on make-out session.

I don't get it. Is it because we're on vacation? Far away from home? Why?

Then there's the bedtime cuddling. It's just us, so there's no reason why we should be this close. We should be on opposite sides of the bed, not touching whatsoever. Instead, our baddies are tangled together without any second thoughts.

•••

Throughout the next week, Dean and I kept up the act. There was more staring, though. And definitely more confusion.

It's now Sunday, the day we leave. We plan on getting back to the bus at 5pm. It's only 9am.

Sam and Gabe had just left to meet up with our friends. I told them to give us like an hour before we come down.

Dean lounges on the couch as I take a seat on the opposite side of it. He looks at me in confusion before ushering me over to him. I decline his request.

"Everything okay?" Dean asks. I nod hesitantly. "What's going on, Cass?"

"Dean..." I start. "I don't know if we can do this anymore."

"Do what?" He asks.

"This...the fake dating," I admit.

Dean gets up from the couch, only to crouch down in front of me. "Cass, what's going on? Do...do you like someone?" I keep silent, looking to the floor. "You do, don't you?"

"Dean," I sigh. "It's not what you think, I swear."

"How so?!" He stands up and starts pacing around the room. "You know what, fine? Go have a relationship with them, and they can put up with all the Meg bullshit."

"Dean!" I get up from the couch and stop Dean from pacing any more. "I told you, it's not what you think. I like someone, yes, I'll admit it. I want a real relationship, Dean. I want to be able to show off the person I'm with. And most importantly..." I look to the floor before continuing. "I want you."

I hear his breathing hitch. Two fingers under my chin lift my head up. Dean places his lips onto mine. It's not like the other times. It's sweet, passionate, caring, and slow. He bites my bottom lip softly. I gasp and Dean's tongue enters my mouth. We fight for dominance and I give it up quickly.

When the need to breathe becomes too much, he pulls away. Our foreheads lean together. Dean entwines our hands and smiles.

"Are you sure? There's gonna be a lot of responsibility with dating me," he points out.

"I think I'll manage," I reply, laughing softly. "Dean, are you okay going public?"

He takes a deep breath and nods. "It'll be different, but I'll manage. We've kept this hidden for two months. I've grown accustomed to being with you."

I chuckle softly, pulling away. "We should get down there. They're meeting us at the food court. Tell them first?" I ask.

"Obviously," Dean retorts.

I go to walk away, but Dean doesn't let me. "What?" I ask.

"Will you go out with me, Cass? For real, this time."

I kiss him softly before responding. "Of course."

We exit the room, enter the elevator, and walk to the food court. Our friends have combined three tables, to accommodate the large group. Dean and I sit down next to each other.

"Hey, guys," Garth says. "Nice to see you finally join us."

I roll my eyes as Dean laughs. "Sorry that I wanted a private conversation," I retort.

Dean wraps an arm around me and kisses my temple. "Calm down, Cass. He was only joking."

I bite my lip, face flushing. Charlie squeals at the gesture. "Wait, Meg isn't here," she says.

"She doesn't have to be," Dean says. All of my friends cheer and high five each other. I chuckle at their reactions.

"Watch it, Winchester. Don't hurt Cassie," Gabe says.

"I won't," Dean replies.

•••

We get off the bus after the 5-hour ride. As Dean walks me to my dorm, I decide to break the silence.

"Dean," I say, getting his attention. "Isn't today Easter?"

"Yeah," he chuckles. "Happy Easter, Cass."

"Happy Easter, Dean," I reply.

After entering my dorm room, Dean puts down my bags. (A/N: I know it's Spring and football season is Fall/Winter but just go with it.)

"Are you coming to my game tomorrow?" Dean asks.

"I wouldn't miss it," I reply. Dean pecks my lips before leaving the room.

•••

I take a seat in the front of the stands. The girlfriends of the players sit in this area. They stare at me in confusion.

"You here for a cheerleader, I'm assuming?" Andrea asks. I don't respond.

The game starts soon after. I sat through the entire game, cheering on Dean. He'd send subtle glances my way every once in awhile, just to make sure I'm watching.

When the game ends, it's 37-31. We won. People run onto the field to congratulate the players. As I walk to Dean, I notice a huge crowd around him. They stare at me in confusion.

"Cass!" Dean yells, still in the middle of the crowd. Dean pushes through the crowd until he stands in front of me. "How'd I do?"

I roll my eyes. "You know how you did," I say.

"No hug?" He asks.

"You're sweaty," I reply. "No thanks."

Dean engulfs me in a hug, making me squeal. He wipes his sweaty hair across my face. I laugh, trying to push him away.

He pulls back, chuckling at my expression. The crowd watches us skeptically. I shift uncomfortably at the stares.

Dean notices, and laughs. "Thought you wanted this, Cass," Dean says.

"I do," I reply. "It's just creepy. It's like they're judging me."

Dean kisses my forehead, so I smile. "They can judge all they want. It's not going to change how I feel about you," he tells me.

I smile before pecking his lips. "You'll get more if you shower," I tell him.

He groans in frustration. "That's unfair," Dean whines.

"Deal with it," I chuckle.

"Dean!" Benny yells. I pull away and Dean frowns. Benny joys over to us before looking at me skeptically. "Who's this?"

Dean clears his throat. "This is Castiel, my boyfriend," he says. I hear the crowd start to murmur.

Benny smiles. "How long?"

"Over two months," I reply. The crowd gets louder. I turn to them with annoyance. "Can you all just shut up? Yes, Dean and I are dating. Have a problem with it? Go somewhere else."

Dean wraps his arms around my waist from behind. "Just let them talk," Dean says. "If they start rumors, we'll set them straight."

"Dean, you stink," I tell him. He scoffs in response. "Go take a shower."

Dean picks me up bridal style. I squeal in shock, making him laugh. "You're cute," he whispers.

•••

Three years pass by. I've been busy writing my own books. Dean didn't get into the professionals, but he coaches the senior high football team. He's also the gym teacher there. Apparently a lot of his students adore him.

Today is the Friday before Easter. Dean decided to bring me with him to work today, which I agreed. I could work in the corner of the gym, writing my book. It would be fun to see him teaching.

First period starts, so I lean against the wall and talk to Dean. "What are you planning on doing today?" I ask.

"Dodgeball," Dean says, smirking.

"Dean!" I say sternly. "I don't want to get hit on accident."

"Who said it would be on accident?" He asks.

I shove him playfully, making him laugh. The students file out of the locker rooms. I notice all of them are staring at me.

Dean blows the whistle, making people run to their usual spot. I wince, pulling the whistle away from him. He raises an eyebrow as I pull it off of him and put it around my neck.

"Can I have that back?" Dean asks, holding in a laugh.

"No," I reply. "You don't need the whistle to get their attention."

"The whistle makes me their god," he replies.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever, Dean," I chuckle.

Dean clears his throat, turning to the students. "Today, we'll be playing dodgeball," he says loudly. Most of the class groans in response. A few of them high five one another. "Mr. Novak here will be picking the teams."

"Dean!" I gasp. "No!"

"Mr. Winchester, is there an aid for this class now?" A boy asks.

"No," Dean replies. "This is my boyfriend, Castiel Novak. I thought I'd bring him by and show him how I run things here."

"The author Castiel Novak?" A girl asks.

"Yeah," I reply. "Dean, I have a book to write. I can't exactly do that when you're playing dodgeball."

"Just take one day off," Dean pleads.

I groan. "Fine, but you owe me."

I pick the teams with caution. Dean then says something that catches me off guard. "Adults are off limits until the two of you remain. You'll then join sides and see if you can beat us."

"Dean!" I say sternly. The students perk up at Dean's offer, and start to knock each other out. "I'm not playing dodgeball with you and these kids."

"I beg to differ," he smirks.

•••

Easter rolls around quicker than expected. Dean and I always celebrate, even though we're 'too old' for it. We take turns putting out the eggs. Each year is someone different. This year, Dean does it.

Sam, Gabe, and I are lounging on the couch while we wait for Dean to hide the eggs. They're acting a bit weird, but that's normal for them. Well, for Gabe it is. Not Sam.

"Sam, are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He asks.

"I don't know, you just seem really fidgety for some reason," I shrug.

"Gabe gave me some of his candy," Sam says.

I chuckle, shaking my head. "I should've known."

"Okay, I'm back," Dean says. "I thought I'd do it a little different this year. Each egg has a specific color. Cass, you're yellow. Sam, you're green. Gabe, you're red. There's five each."

We jump up from the couch and head separate ways. I run down the hall with a small basket to put my eggs in. I stop quickly when I see an egg. Dammit, it's Sam's. No wonder it's up so high.

I continue down the hall until I get to the back door. After opening it, I glance around. My eyes stop on a light yellow egg, almost invisible amongst the marigold flowers. I pick it up and toss it into the basket.

I decide to take the long way to the front door, by going around each corner. As I scan the surroundings, I'm knocked down. Before I can fall on my ass, the person catches me.

"Sorry, Cass," Sam says.

I roll my eyes, stifling a laugh. "How many do you have?"

"Two, how about you?" He asks.

"One," I sigh. "I've been so careful, but I can't seem to find mine. It–" I cut myself off when I spot an egg perched on a low-hanging tree trunk. There were leaves in the way, but the vibrant yellow stands out.

I walk over and put it in my basket carefully. "Nice," Sam chuckles. "Have you seen Gabe?"

"No," I reply. "He takes these games very seriously. Stay away from him until it's over. He will snap at you."

"Duly noted," he says. "See ya, Cass."

Sam walks off, leaving me to my demise. I'm definitely going to be last.

•••

I manage to find four of my eggs. Gabe finished early, as I expected. Sam found his last egg soon after Gabe had detected his. I'm still searching, with the three of them following me like lost puppies.

"I give up," I whine.

"No–" Dean starts, but I cut him off.

"Wait," I tell them. My eyes stay trained on the yellow and black striped egg. It's perched on top of a dresser, next to a yellow pair of clothing I had laid out. "Why is this one different?"

They're dead silent as I walk across the room. Dean walks over to me while I pick up the egg. He wraps his arms around me as I study the outside of the egg.

I open the egg and gasp at the sight. A silver ring, with grooves making a small design. It shimmers as the light hits it.

"We've been through so much, Cass. I know it's hard to put up with me sometimes, but I'm glad you did. I love you, and I hope you give me the chance to tell you that every day for the rest of my life. So, my angel, will you marry me?"

I turn around, still in his arms, and press my lips onto his. It's a soft, short kiss. I lean my forehead against his, lips no longer touching each other.

"Yes," I whisper. A wide grin places itself on Dean's face.

I hear Sam and Gabe congratulating us. Well, Sam is. Gabe is just repeating: "I knew it!"

•••

We got married a couple months later. Sam and Gabe got engaged at the after-party. It was the best night of my life, and I'm sure it was theirs too.

We adopted a son, and got a dog. I wanted a cat, but Dean is allergic. Sam and Gabe got a dog named Bones, a golden retriever.

Meg had stopped obsessing over me when I graduated from college. It was like she just disappeared from everywhere. I'm not complaining, though.

All in all, everything was good. That's all I needed in life.

THE END