Castiel was still wondering about Dean until the end of class. Although, he knew it didn't matter, the odds of them having a class together weren't exactly promising. He moved on to his third class which was English. He didn't see Dean in the class, as he expected. But about ten minutes into the lesson, the unbelievable walked in. The teacher looked at him.
"And where were you?"
"Not here."
"That's not an answer, Dean Winchester." Dean chuckled.
"I know, I know. Sorry, Ellen."
"That's Mrs. Harvelle to you." Dean chuckled. He saw Cas in the back of the room. Cas immediately looked away, blushing. He stared at his notebook, pretending to write his poetry. But, of course, Dean decided to sit next to him.
"I feel like I know you from somewhere."
"What are you doing here?"
"I have a class." He replied with a laugh.
"Why did you sit next to me?" Dean shrugged.
"You intrigue me." Cas looked up at him.
"Why?" Dean glanced at Cas's notebook.
"You write poetry?" Cas sighed, looking away from him.
"Yes." He muttered.
"Can I read some?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't like other people seeing my work."
"Oh, come on. Just one little piece."
"Why?"
"I wanna see if you're any good." Cas sighed. He flipped through his notebook to find a good one. He soon found one and handed it to Dean.
She earns such cuts and bruises,
Each and every hour.
With all these burns and breaks,
Her mentality grows sour.
To live the way she does,
Would drive anyone mad.
For Mother Nature is weeping,
And the sound is so sad.
Dean seemed a bit impressed.
"Not bad, Cas."
"I told you, it's Castiel."
"Right. So why don't you show anybody your work? It's great." Cas shrugged.
"I don't know. I just don't."
"Well you should," Cas sighed again. "Any other hidden talents?"
"If you must know, I am also a piano player."
"Piano? I can dig the piano."
"You don't need to dig anything."
"Do you sing?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Dean chuckled.
"Alright. I actually play guitar."
"Well, that's fascinating."
"I detect a hint of sarcasm."
"Only a hint? I must've been too subtle." Dean smiled.
"I can tell I've had an effect on you."
"What makes you say that?"
"You're starting to come out of your shell." Cas looked at him. He knew Dean was right, he was starting to come out of his shell. But he didn't want to come out of his shell. He liked his shell. He wanted to stay there forever. They didn't talk much the rest of class. Once class had ended, Cas went as quickly as he could to get away from Dean, now only so protected by his slowly disintegrating shell.