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Ok, Winchester, buck up, you can do this.

Dean sighs and opens the door to the fourth floor. Jo and Charlie giggle behind him while Benny just rolls his eyes. With all the courage and gracefulness he has, Dean walks out, heading straight for the door labelled “027” where he has been told one Castiel N. is staying at. Dean goes to grab the invitation flyer out of his pocket before a box of mints hits him in the dead in the back of his head, a sharp pain starts to ache through his skull. 

“Fuck!!! Jo, what's freaking wrong with you!?” Dean howls, gripping the painful spot, trying to subdue the pain into submission. Only more giggles erupt from his “support” team. “Some mints for you and your boyfriend”, snickers Jo. He's not making the mistake of pregaming with them ever again. 

“Har har very funny,,. Hisses Dean, rolling his eyes as the ache starts to subside from agonising to something more dull. He straightens up and sighs, patting himself down and, while he is at it, grabbing the mints, quickly snacking down on a few. Dean feels almost ready.

Rather not stink of beer while talking to that hot, mysterious guy from study hall.

Before Dean can knock the door opens to reveal him, mystery guy, or as he has come to know him, “Castiel”, with the help of Charlie and her hacking skills (“No Dean, it's not hacking, it's called navigating the university website, you tech illiterate dumbass”). He stands there, rumpled sex hair and a navy robe pulled around himself. 

The 2 stand at a standstill, no one speaking, while Cas’s gloriously blue eyes bore into Dean. 

“Uh-”

“Do I know you?” rough voice and utterly unamused tone.

Dean stands a little surprised before breaking into one of his famous Dean Winchester grins.

“You do now, sweetheart,”

The man only rolls his eyes. Cute.

“How did you know to open the door before I knocked anyways? You a psychic or something?” A bit of amusement plays on Cas’s face as he pulls the robe tighter around himself. “Mmm, what if I told you yes, I in fact am one?” A birdish tilt of the head goes along with it. 

Dean is a little taken aback by the comment, starting to come up with some pick-up line about crystals and balls.

“You and your friends are just incredibly loud and these walls are thin.” He notes glancing over at the group still standing by the fire exit, Dean’s face heats up, and god, he's fumbling this so badly fuck fuck fuck why can't he just be normal about a guy for once in his lif-

“It was nice speaking to you.” States Castiel before the door starts shutting. 

“Wait, Cas no!” He calls out, hand grabbing at the door, wrenching it open, making Cas step away, eyes narrowing ever more. “How do you almost know my name?” His tone is harsher now, shit, no no no why did he say that!! “My name is Castiel, not Cas, He adds, smartass. 

Trying to keep the mood light and not come off as a creepy stalker, Dean nods and steps away too, mirroring Cas, yet his hand stays firmly planted on the door. “Well, Castiel ‘s a bit of a mouthful, so you know..?” He winks, but Castiel just keeps staring, hand reaching for something beside the door. “Is it?” He quarks an eyebrow. 

Shuffling is heard from behind Cas. A blonde, much shorter man appears behind him, face mask on, and hair pushed up with one of those fuzzy things Sam always used to use. Dean’s thoughts go straight to his boyfriend, and a fizzy sort of jealousy wraps around his neck. He quickly pushes away cause no – Dean will not be one of those guys who get possessive over a guy they don’t even know. Hell, Cas might not even be into dudes!! Must be a roommate then, right??

“Cassie, is my package here? Do I need to sign something?” The man grumbles, and oh? Cassie?? “Cassi,e huh?” Grins Dean, smile becoming even brighter and bolder. He’ll file that away for later. “No, no Gabriel this in-” Castiel pauses and turns his glare back on Dean. “Don't” He commands and Dean only laughs and nods. “Ok, ok, no Cassie then, I’ll stick to sweetheart and Cas”. Cas shakes his head and starts to talk with this mystery Gabriel dude in some other language that Dean has no understanding of. “Ok, I get that, but why is he holding our door open??” Thankfully, Gabriel switches to English after some time in Dean’s favour. “Don’t know, you ask him, I’ve been trying to get why he's here” Grumbles Cas in an adorable way that seemingly only he can pull off with that exhausted yet hot look he has. 

“Well??” The shorter man asks, both their attention now turned solely on him. 

“You two angels or something?” Dean asks, mind a little empty, so only the 2 men’s names come to mind. “Archangel Gabriel and Seraph Castiel, right?” Don't call Dean a stalker, but he researched Cas, and well, Mom always said angels were watching over them, so she had mentioned the Archangel who had told the Virgin Mary she was knocked up.

The two men just stare at him blankly before Gabriel coughs, clearly covering the snickering that had come out a second earlier. 

“Was that a flirtation??” Castiel asks before enticing the now crumbled flyer in Dean’s hand, attention now focused on it as opposed to the reddening Winchester in front of him. “Umm, do you want it to be?” Audible laughter can be heard from the now-closed fire exit door; it seems Benny had taken pity on the poor fool and saved him at least a little bit of his dignity from the girls. 

“So what's with the flyer then? Trying to ask my baby bro to join your cult?” Gabriel tilts his head, so brother then, the sharp noes whose shadows make an illusion of a beak-like shape and those same blue eyes now make sense. “If you are, you're quite bad at it” Ouch, Cas, don't say that, but amusement and a little bit of fear do sit quite nicely on his sharp features. 

“Just ask him out Dean!!!” Yells Charlie, who seemingly got away from under Benny’s watch and opened the door to the stairs, where the rest of their group stayed, waiting for Dean to man up. 

“Will you?” Asks Castiel, eyebrow quirked, he steps a little closer to him. Dean is a mess, and he feels like he's starting to burn up; his mind is only focused on Cas and those damn eyes that swallow him up like a black hole. Having already forgotten Gabriel, who's just watching this all unfold. 

“Gabriel, you going to stand here and observe?” Asks Cas not as enthralled as Dean seems to be. “Mmmm perilously little bro, this is better than the shit I was just watching, so please do continue and let this first year embarrass himself.” Dean can hear some soap opera playing in the background

“I ugh was wondering if you wanted to come to a party my friends and I were hosting. I saw you around campus a couple of times, and you seem like a pretty chill dude, so...?” Heat rises in Dean’s body as Cas graces him with a ghost of a lip-sealed grin. “So instead of just approaching me in a public place, you decided to find out my name, find out where I live and personally show up to hand deliver me this crumpled flyer?” 

“Will it make it better if I say I ain't sober?” 

The paper is ripped from Dean’s hands, Castiel isnt afraid to get in real and personal, it seems. Good. 

“Is that a yes?” A hopeful little butterfly blooms in Dean’s chest, slowly fluttering around on its barely formed wings.

“Goodbye, Dean” 

A door is slammed in his face. In his awestruck glory, Dean seems to have forgotten to keep the door held open. 

“Smooth Winchester”

“Oh fuck off, Jo!!!”

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