After algebra, Cas went to his last class, which was PE. He didn't seem too thrilled about it. And Dean couldn't help but notice when he kinda freaked out when this girl passed him by. The look on his face said it all.

"Sam, I think Cas has a crush." He smirked.

"What're you talking about?"

"Did you not see the way he looked at that girl? He looked like he was about to panic!"

"Right. Dean, we need to focus. We need to get Cas to see us."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But, hey, why not have a little fun while we're here, huh? Not all cases have to be so serious."

"Dean, Cas is dying right now!"

"And he thinks he's a teenager living some normal, apple pie life. And he's got... Destiel, whatever the hell that means. I can't help but find that just the tiniest bit amusing."

Sam sighed, giving up this argument. He knew he'd never win.

They arrived at gym, where they all met up in the hallway outside the doors. The teacher took attendance, and they all went into the locker rooms to get changed.

Cas silently opened his small locker and gathered his gym clothes, a red Nike T-shirt, black gym shorts, and white tennis shoes. He quietly skulked back to where the bathroom stalls were and went into the third one.

"Aw, he's too shy to change out here," Dean mused. "That's adorable."

Sam scoffed at his brother's amusement. He was such a child.

Cas walked out of the stall wearing his gym clothes, his other clothes and an iPhone in his hands. He piled his clothes next to his backpack and reluctantly locked his phone in his locker.

He dug through his backpack and pulled out an inhaler, following the rest of the students out the door.

"He has asthma?" Dean asked, he and Sam following him out to the gym.

"Looks like it."

Cas and his fellow students did stretches which do nothing but make you look ridiculous, while Sam and Dean watched on.

"So, any ideas on how to get Cas to see us?" Sam asked.

"I dunno. He can't see us, he can't hear us, we're like ghosts."

"So what're we supposed to do? We didn't exactly think this through!"

"I know we didn't, but... I just wanna save Cas. I'd do anything at this point."

"I know you would. But, first things first. We've gotta get Cas to see us."

"What do you think I'm trying to figure out, Sam? What're we supposed to do, yell in his ear?" He shouted.

Cas and his class went out in the hallway. The hall outside the gym went all the way around the perimeter of the room, so they did laps out there instead of the gym. Five minute jog, five minute walk, another five minute jog.

The boys just waited by the door, watching as Cas jogged by them, talking and laughing with two other guys. There was something about the sound of Cas's laughter that made Dean feel... warm.

"So, if Cas can't see us, or hear us, maybe he can feel us." Dean thought aloud.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Maybe we can still touch stuff. He might be able to feel us or something."

"You really think that'll work?"

"It's worth a shot."

Soon enough, school was over, and everyone piled to the buses. Cas shyly made his way to bus 71. Dean looked at another bus and smirked.

"Bus 69, dude."

Sam scoffed at his brother's lack of maturity. Sometimes he felt like the older, more responsible brother.

There were quite a few students on Cas's bus, but it wasn't too packed. He found an empty seat and quickly claimed it, his backpack resting on his lap, his arms folded over top of it, his head resting on his arms. He flipped his hood over his head like he was trying to hide.

Dean sat down next to him, about to test his theory. "God, I hope this works." He muttered to himself. He hesitantly put his hand on Cas's shoulder.

No reaction.

Dean sighed defeatedly. It didn't work. Nothing would work. He just wanted Cas back, was that so much to ask?

"Cas. Come back to me, Cas."