Cas sat in history class. It's been two weeks since Dean left. It's been a struggle, but they're trying to make it work. Cas chewed on the back of his pen and smiled at his phone's screen. It was a text from Dean that read, So how's your day, love? My day has been interesting. I got 4 voicemails from Hannah and Charlie prank calling me. I'm assuming you gave them my number and man I'm going to get payback the next time I see you.

He chuckled a little. The teacher spoke, "Castiel, would you like to share with the class what you are laughing about?"

Cas shook his head, "No, Miss Naomi."

"This is the third time this week I caught you on your phone. Go to the principal's office right this minute."

Cas rolled his eyes and threw his books into his bookbag and slung it onto his shoulder. He left the room quickly. He hated her and her class. She was the worst possible teacher and they hated each other with a passion. She judged him by the way he looked and always assumed he was a bad kid. Even when he hardly does anything wrong since everyone else in the class goes on their phones all the time as well.

He walked down the long hallway that seemed to get longer with every step against the tiled floor. He sighed heavily before entering the office. The secretary glared at him, "Mr. Roman is waiting for you."

Cas sighed again while walking down a short hallway to Mr. Roman's office. Cas sat down in a seat and folded his arms across his chest. Mr. Roman cocked an eyebrow, "Please, enlighten me as to why you are in my office?"

Cas sat up and leaned against his desk, "Well, Dick, Naomi hates me and with a room full of other kids with their cell phones out, she only yells at me about it. I think it's discrimination for how I look. She's had it out for me since day one. I'm not even doing bad in her class! I have an A except for the freaking assignments she takes points off for stupid reasons that she doesn't do for anyone else's papers! It's purely unfair!"

Mr. Roman nodded, "I see where you're coming from, but do not call me Dick. I am your superior and you treat me with respect. I am going to talk to Miss Naomi for you, but stay off your phone or else I'll be obligated to give you detention."

Cas nodded and left the room. He roamed the halls, trying to wait it out until the class was over. He went into the bathroom and slid into a stall to call Dean. Dean answered right away, "Hey, babe, nice timing. I'm in my study hall."

Cas sighed happily, hearing Dean's voice helped. "Hey, I'm in the bathroom. Naomi made me go to the principal because I was on my phone. So now I'm just gonna wait until her class ends," Cas said.

"Are you kidding me?! Everyone goes on their phone in that class! Not to mention you're the smartest damn kid in there!"

Cas chuckled, "Right, but hey it's okay. It's nice to hear your voice."

"It's always nice to hear your voice too. But, man, you gotta listen to these voicemails the girls sent me. Those two are ridiculous, I swear. They pretended to be a whore house, a sperm bank, a slaughterhouse, and a morgue. I feel like, in a way, all four go together, but why must they do this to me in the middle of a math test?!"

Cas smiled and laughed uncontrollably, "Gotta love them."

Dean joked, "You know maybe I should call back about that slaughterhouse. It sounds promising. 1-666-SLAUGHTERHOUSE, you got the bills, we'll get the kills, making it look like an accident is our specialty."

Cas laughed even more, "Isn't slaughterhouses for animals?"

Dean intercepted, "I think that's what they'd like you to believe."

The bell rang to show class was over. Cas said, "I gotta go the bell just rang! I'll call you later! Bye, Dick Pancake!"

Dean smiled into the phone, "Bye, my fucking cinnamon apple."

Cas hung up and Dean stared at his phone. His wallpaper was a picture of Cas in his costume for Halloween. He wore a suit with a blue tie, a trenchcoat, and black wings. The outfit belonged to his father. He was dressing up as his biggest hero, his father. The wings were added for a show he's doing with the band on Halloween night, but of course it had more meaning to Cas.

Dean missed him immensely. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see Sam. He hugged him, "Hey, Sammy, what's up?"

Sam shrugged, "Procrastinating doing my work. Who were you just talking to on the phone?"

"Just Cas," Dean said with a tone of sadness.

"You miss him, don't you," Sam asked.

Dean nodded, "Yeah, a lot."

"Why don't you go visit him then? If you do can I come with you then, to meet your lover?"

Dean smiled, "Oh shut up, bitch.

Sam returned a smile, "Jerk."

Dean said, "But hey, that's actually not a bad idea to visit him and take you with me..."