Dean is an athlete.

He plays football in the fall, does wrestling in the winter, and waterpolo in the summer.

Castiel is an academic.

He does Mathletes in the fall, chemistry Olympiad in the winter, and science bowl in the summer.

Dean’s tall and handsome and fit—made up of all muscle and thick bones. He’s outgoing and kind to everyone and largely regarded at the school’s heartthrob even if he’s not known for dating. Dean is popular in his social circles, and well known on the other side of things.

Castiel is short and cute and chubby—squishy in the best way possible and loves his body. He’s shy and gets flustered easily, but he’s the one you want to have in your corner at the end of the day and people know it. He’s popular too on his side of things, and known through the other half of the school.

Dean thinks Castiel is the cutest human to ever walk the planet. He loves the passing period between third and fourth because he gets to trail behind Castiel and watch him talking animatedly about whatever they discussed in his class that day. Dean’s completely enamored with him and wishes so badly he had the courage to actually talk to Castiel, but he’s firmly got the mindset that Castiel is so far out of his league it’s looped all the way past not being funny that it’s funny again.

Castiel thinks Dean is the hottest person to ever be born. Ever. Past, present, future—no one will compare to Dean’s hotness. Dean is the only reason Castiel tells his mother he has recycling club every day of the week (instead of just Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays) because then he gets to sit outside his French classroom and watch Dean practice during football season. (Because sometimes Dean takes his shirt off and Castiel just about faints.) He’s completely gone on Dean Winchester, but believes there’s no chance for anything to happen because Dean could get anyone he wanted…so why would Dean want him?

Charlie is friends with both of them and has had to sit through hours upon hours since day one in Freshman year of them pining for each other.

At first she was patient. She tried to suggest maybe they should just try talking to each other. But they’re both so firm in their beliefs that the other could never, ever, ever, ever be interested.

It’s no surprise that not even a month into Sophomore year that she drags them both to a table at lunch and sits them down, fixing them both with a look that would make the devil shrink.

“Look, I’ve given you both time. I’ve listened to you both bitch and moan and cry about how horrible it is that he could never like you back. Well, I’m over it. You both like each other. Okay? Dean, I’m so fucking tired of hearing you talk about how you could cuddle with him for days and never want to let go. And you, Cas, I'm tired of hearing how badly you want to kiss the lips right off his face. I swear you two need to grow a vag and sit the fuck down and actually talk to the other instead of just stare dreamily when the other isn't looking.”

And then Charlie walks off.

And thank god for her patience thinning because not even a week later, Dean and Castiel are dating and they’re happier than they ever thought they could be.

And some more thoughts??? About how cute they’d be??????

Since Dean is obviously fit and has a lot of muscle, his letterman jacket would still be big on Castiel, and Dean can’t help but just hug him so tight and keep kissing him anywhere and everywhere because he’s just so irresistibly cute!!!

And Dean is so happy that Castiel and him are dating that it’s just too hard not to be touching him.

Just imagine, cute little chubby Castiel making his handsome tall strong boyfriend Dean blush with just the simplest of things? When Castiel smiles at him, Dean’s cheeks turn pink. When Castiel takes Dean’s hand in his and threads their fingers together, you can bet your life that Dean’s cheeks will be pink (and when Castiel kisses Dean’s hand? That pink turns red). When Castiel kisses Dean’s cheek, Dean’s whole face heats up so much that even his ears are a rosy color.

Castiel just makes Dean blush so much, and Dean loves it.

Senior year they’re voted “most likely to get married” because no matter when or where you see them, they’re always happy if the other is around.

When they end up sharing a class, Castiel is teased (in good nature) by some of his friends because the moment Dean walks into the classroom each day, Castiel’s face lights up like you wouldn’t believe and it’s just so obvious that he’s completely and totally gone on Dean.

At lunch, Dean is called out (also in good nature) for bringing these extravagant homemade lunches every day for him and Castiel to share, but Dean doesn’t care. It’s leftovers from the dinner he made the night before and not only does he like the compliments Castiel gives him, but he likes being able to provide for Castiel.

And one last thought I leave you with??? Because Dean is super strong, and Castiel is just too cute??????

Dean would absolutely love carrying Castiel in his arms and having him sit in his lap because he wants Castiel close to him always. Always touching, always near him, always together.

He reached down to put a hand on Castiel's stomach. There was sure enough of it; he had his pick of places.

Castiel had built himself quite the comfy little nest in his bedroom. Snuggled in among the pillows and blankets along one side of it, he was propped on a hip and an elbow, watching TV and steadily feeding himself. His belly, which represented something like six or seven hours of steady, constant gorging, filled most of the rest of the space, round and bloated with fast food, soda, and a healthy helping of baked goods. One wing was folded lazily over it.

Castiel, chewing, looked down at it, but rather than the shock that Gabriel had expected, just gave it an almost affectionate pat. His hand stayed on it, rubbing, and he groaned as he used his other hand to cram another burger into his mouth. Gabriel tried a different tack.

"You're getting fat," he said, delivering a sharp pat to Castiel's burgeoning bubble butt, then a poke to one of his love handles. That...may not have had the intended effect either, considering Castiel's feathers fluffed up.

"Hope so," Castiel said after swallowing, then belched again.

"What?" Gabriel asked blankly.

"Bigger I get..." Castiel lovingly squeezed his very overfed gut and slurped soda. "More I can eat."

Gabriel crossed his arms. "What do the Winchesters think about this?"

"Mmph." More fries for Castiel. "Dean brought me this."

He gestured to the food. Half remaining, half wrappers.

Gabriel was silent for a long, long second, before asking, "What am I supposed to do?"

Castiel seemed to honestly consider that, before blinking up at Gabriel, and handing him a miniature apple pie. The kind you got, wrapped in wax paper, at a burger place.