What if...

What if we met up

*Deans POV*

It was a Tuesday evening and I had a free period so I decided to go to the library and get some homework done or something.   Of course, I got a bit of math done.....and then I started doodling. 

You can't blame me, math is hella boring no matter how nerdy you are.

I was about finished with my drawing of a deer when I took note that a.) the bell was going to ring in about five minutes and b.) someone had come and sit down by me. 

I didn't really notice him until he leaned over me and asked "what are you drawing?" He had been so kind to have leaned over my back to get a better view in a way that made it so that if I turned around, we would be in a pretty awkward situation.

In the moment that I paused I observed that he smelled like aftershave, sweat, and-wood?

"Um, just some random stuff. S' nothing Special I guess." I answered lifting the paper so that he could see better. He grabbed the paper out of my hands and I saw a few tattoos along his arms, some of them covered by a black and white sleeve.

"You should show this to Mrs. Craw. She'd provably give you extra credit." He said, referring to our art teacher. I noticed that he had backed up a bit and turned around. "Yeah, thanks I guess-" when I turned around I saw none other than Castiel Novak.

Oh, y'know, one of the most popular kids I know of. Not to mention one of the.. Erm.. Oddest ones too. He wears leather jackets and already has a bunch of facial piercings and some tattoos.

Castiel was observing my drawing very heavily and looked down at me before saying, "Cool, hold on."  he fished his phone out of a back pocket and took a picture of my drawing.

"These are pretty cool."he said. Man, he has a really deep voice. "Do you have any more?"  I struggled to find my voice damn, why is this so hard? "Erm y-yeah." I choked out. I reached for my bag before I could stop myself and pulled out my drawing notebook. Covered in useless doodles and pathetic and awfully dramatic drawings of my friends, either posing 'draw me like one of your French girls' style or simple portraits. I shamefully shoved it towards him as I hid my blush.

He flipped through them slowly. Why is he taking so damn long?? I mentally screamed. He stopped ever so often and stared at some of my drawings.

And then there was this one drawing. I don't know why I even drew it and internally hated myself for it when he stopped on it. It was a simple drawing of just some punk, okay maybe it looked a little (or strangely alike) him. He stared for a moment, chuckled, glanced up at me, looked back down. Stared. Stared. And stared. Flipped the page. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding in.

After he had flipped through all of them and what seemed like endless years but was probably only a few minutes later, he closed the book and slid it over the table towards me. "Cool." He said simply. I guess I was expecting fire to shoot out of his mouth at me or something. Sure, I flinched. A little. Maybe. "Y-yeah." I replied weakly. He stood up and turned towards me before saying something entirely different from what I expected.

"Are you free after school?" OH GOD PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME. TELL SAMMY THAT I LOVE HIM. CRAP CRAP IM GOING TO- wait, what? "Uh yeah I- I think. Why?" I asked, trying to chase off the annoying little boy voice hinting at my words. He turned to me and handed me his phone. W-what? "Gimme your number, I have some art stuff I don't need, so I though maybe you'd want it. Besides, never hurts to have an extra contact." He said to explain. "Oh, right right." I said, although I think it was mostly to myself.

I quickly punched my number into his phone and added the name That Winchester Kid, y'know, for comedic reasons. I fished my phone out of my pocket for him to put his number in. A few moments later he handed me back my phone with the name Cas put in. I shot a shy smile at him and he turned to leave.

I looked over him and admir- looked at him, but stopped him short. "U-um s-sorry. But uhh, where do you want to meet?" He thought for just a second before saying "I'll text you the address."

He turned and left the library.

I was a little confused, Castiel, the punk  who had been suspended about as often as he came to school, who scared kids by simply looking at them, had just complimented me and told me to meet him. I guess I have plans this afternoon I thought as I rushed to class

I got a text from him later just before my second to last class finished.

Cas: so the place is Rosewood Park, hrd of it rite

That Winchester Kid: I think so, by the baseball fields, right?

Cas: ya

That Winchester Kid: okay, what time?

Cas: bout 4

That Winchester Kid: okay.

Sooo there's the first part, THAT IS OFFICIALLY DONE. I'll probably switch point of views so Cas' point of view will probably take longer to write because it will be harder to write. 
K, bai!!
~ Wolf
( that's my new name now)