Castiel's POV

A faint buzzing sound stirred him from his dreams, making him groan as he rolled over, smacking at the thing that the noise was coming from. He kept his eyes closed, hearing a thump on the ground before the buzz stopped, making him smile contently and roll back over, his legs tangled in his trenchcoat, that is until the buzzing went off only a moment later.

This buzzing wasn't the same though. Unlike the annoying noise in the back of his head, this one was gentler, and it quietly urged him to wake up instead of jerking him from it. Nevertheless, he groaned once again and swung his arm out to knock that thing off too, only for another groan to reach his lips when he felt a firm object hit his hand. 

Castiel was not going to give sleep up that easily though. He turned away from the object, knowing he couldn't push it away, and curled up in his trenchcoat, burying his face into the pillow. He mumbled sleepily about five more minutes, only for his mind and eyes to snap awake when he heard a chuckle. Who was in there with him? 

He turned his head, seeing the green-eyes boy, Dean, standing beside his bed, a smirk playing on his lips. Castiel blushed, sitting straight up, his eyes wide with embarrassment. He had not only just hit Dean, but the boy had been near him when his guard was down, meaning he could have seen his wings.

He glanced over his shoulder, sighing in relief when he realized the trenchcoat was still on his body, and that his wings were still folded neatly under it. Now, he had to adress the other problem. He looked over at Dean, only to find that he had turned away from the angel and was picking up the alarm that Castiel had knocked to the floor. The song that blared through it made his body shiver, the lyrics too strangly similar to everything.

In the midst of the most painful faces

Angels show up in the strangest of places

Going through this life

looking for angels

people passing by

looking for angels

The song was cut short as Dean hit the off button, turning his head and smirking at Castiel. "I would have let you sleep five minutes like you asked, but you don't want to be late on your first day, do you?" Castiel's eyes widened as he realized that Dean was fully dressed, his eyes shining as if he's been up for hours.

"Wait, how did you know that I had classes this time?" He asked, a bit suspicious. Dean only smiled sheepishly in response, rubbing the back of his neck. He turned away, but stopped when Castiel stood, grabbing his wrist and narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, okay." Dean said with a sigh, wrenching his wrist from Castiel's grip and raising his hands in defeat. He motioned towards Castiel's bags, a piece of paper folded neatly at the desk. "I looked at your schedule, just in case you wouldn't wake up."

Castiel narrowed his eyes, sliding onto his feet. His legs shook as he struggled to catch his balance, his wings still heavy from his sleep. Dean reached out his arm to catch him, but Castiel merely brushed his hand away, sliding over to his bag and pulling out clothes he would need for the day.

"Thank you, but I don't need your help." Castiel said, his voice blank. He didn't want to push Dean away, but the boy was getting too relaxed around the angel already. Dean seemed a bit shocked by his sudden harshness, and his eyes narrowed, his hands clenching to fists.

"God, Cas. I was just trying to be helpful." Dean snapped, his hot-headed nature showing clear on his expression. Castiel flinched, though a small growl escaped his throat.

"Do not use my father's name in vain, Dean." Castiel responded softly, his eyes seeming to glow with its own light. Dean eyes widened before he let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head. Castiel felt his blood boil at the response, but didn't get time to answer just yet.

"Really?! I'm trying to make amends here and that's all you have to say?! I dont even believe in all that God and Angels crap." Dean baarked out with a shrug, a smirk playing on his face. Castiel looked at him in shock. Didn't believe in it? With an angel standing right in front of....oh.

If Dean didn't believe in angels, maybe he could tell him; convince him that it was just some freak mutation, but he knew that wouldn't work. He remembered when he was younger, he had told his childhood friend. It had been on a whim, mostly because he had fallen and hurt his wings, much like he did when he first met Dean. It didn't end well, Michael almost beating him to death, and his friend having his memory erased.

No, he wouldn't tell Dean. "You don't believe?" He asked, his expression one of shock. Dean merely shrugged, his eyes hardening slightly at the thought. Castiel could see the image of a woman in Dean's head, the image of his mother. He could see a fire, her screaming, then nothing but the image of a crying baby. The memory went back to the woman, pulling a cover over Dean's body, before softly saying 'Angels are always watching over us.'

Castiel stumbled back as he jerked his grace from the man's mind, fearing that if he stayed too long he would get trapped in those complicated thoughts of his. He realized Dean had spoken, but didn't have a clue what he might have said. "What?" He said on impulse, blushing a bit at his own lack of attention.

"I said that I didn't really grow up in a religious family, so it never stuck." He said, a small smirk playing on his lips. Castiel had to admitt, he was a hell of a liar. If Castiel hadn't seen into his mind, totally accident of course, he never  would have known it.

So Castiel just smiled and nodded before grabbing his clothes and heading to the bathrrom, only to be stopped by Dean's voice. "Hey, where are you going?" Dean asked curiously as he tugged his shirt over his head. Castiel paused, looking back at him to answer, only to be floored by the beauty that was the Winchester's body.

It seemed as if it were sculpted from the very best mind of God himself. Castiel traced his gaze over the perfect muscles and flesh, the way his back flexed had his heart pounding and a strange heat boiling in his stomach.

"To....the bathroom...to change." Castiel said, is if it were the most obvious thing before. Dean didn't seem to notice the angels flustered state, which was fortunate for Castiel. He did, however, looked at him like he grew two heads.

"Why? It's not like I'm going to jump you while you're changing" Dean said, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he pulled off his pants. Once again, Castiel was staring, the curves of the muscles making him wet his lips with his tongue before turning away, forcing himself to keep walking to the bathroom.

"I prefer not to change in front of others." Castiel huffed, turning his head and looking back when he saw Dean laugh, the way he put his entire body into it only accented his attractive features. Oh, dear father. What have you gotten me into?

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Castiel should have known that the first day was going to be an absolute nightmare. From the crowded hallways that he, nevermind his wings, could get through to the feathers that had gotten out of line and was once again poking him in the back. To top it all off, when he felt another panic attack from having his wings drive him crazy, a kid called Azazel tripped him on the way to the bathroom.

So, now he was currently hiding in the corner of the boys' restroom, curled in a corner as he shivered. He had fixed his wings to where they were finally comfortable, but he hadn't, no couldn't, move. He'd never, in all of creation, expected his day to go like this. It was as if God was punishing him for this morning, which still made him blush everytime it went to his head.

He let out a shaky breath, burying his head into his trenchcoat-covered knees, as he tried to keep from crying, the tears stinging the back of his eyes. The hallways were quite except for the occasional student who was passing through, meaning that classes were in session in this area, and the quite began to calm him down, until of course he recognized those damn footsteps of Dean Winchester walk in.

Castiel stiffened as he slowly raised his head, peeking out from over his arm and watching Dean with a curling suspicion. It seemed that the boy hadn't realized his was there, but like all things, it was all a matter of time before he was seen. It almost scared the poor green-eyed boy to death.

"Jesus, Cas!" Dean explained, placing a hand over his racing chest that Castiel could hear even from where he was sitting. He wanted to lecture Dean on his vocabulary again but refrained, as Dean had already continued speaking. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Castiel let out a huff, shifting so his wings sat more comfortable folded up behind him. Well, as comfortable as he could get them. "It's highly illogical to try and kill someone with a heart attack." He responded before pushing himself to his feet, stalking towards the door.

He didn't get far before Dean grabbed his wrist and looked back, seeing the slight concern in the boy's eyes. Castiel felt a pang of lonelyness. That concern on served to remind Castiel that he was alone and no one understood him. "What's going on, Cas? Why are you hiding in the bathroom?" Dean asked, making Castiel jerk out of his grip. He would NOT get close to the Winchester. It was too risky.

"Like I said this morning. It's none of your concern what is going on and I will never need your help, so please, quit asking." Castiel snapped, his flaming blue eyes meeting the harsh green ones. He tried to supress his shiver at the intensity of the color, but in vain, as the chill made even his wings quiver in fear.

"Cas." Was all that Dean had in response. Castiel bit his lip, jerking his wrist from Dean's grip and racing out of the bathroom. The way Dean's voice had deepened slightly, the strength and authority, made Castiel want to do things. Very unangelic things.

So he continued running, something that he had become very good at over the years. It wasn't until he was out of the building that he stopped, feeling the gentle breeze on his hot skin. He took a deep breath, trying to cool down and collect himself, looking out across the grass before heading towards his dorm for a much needed seclusion. Of course, it wouldn't be long before Dean got back from his classes, as it was wearing on midday around now, but that was still better than nothing. He'd get to let his wings out for a while.

When he reached the dorm, he unlocked it and slipped in, quickly locking it back. He pulled off first his trenchcoat, then his shirt and tie, letting his wings ruffle out. They fluttered and flapped happily at the release as he walked around, keeping a close eye on the time. He even made lunch, which was delicious by the way.

It was wearing on three when he realized that something bad was going to happen, and that was when Dean walked in suddenly, with Castiel's wings stretched out.