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Dean was hungover. Very. He was also still a little bit drunk.
Dean was also in class. It was early and he'd been up all night drinking and fucking and had just made it home in time to see the sun come up. Yes it was only Monday and yes, exams were in a week but Dean still apparently thought it was appropriate to start drinking at 11, on a Sunday night.
He was propped up in one hand, conking out because Miss Bradburys voice was like a song when the door opened and in walked a vision.
He looked like Sid Vicious. If Mr Vicious had been raised right. His tshirt was white and his jeans were ripped and by God, Dean fell in love right then and there.
He took out the compact in his pocket that held his bronzer and checked himself out. His tongue was still bright red from the rasberry cruiser he had downed before leaving home that morning and he had bags in his bags, but his eyebrows had stayed on point all night and his hair was clean.
He put away the compact and made eye contact with this new stud, who had at that point been staring at Dean for all of 5 minutes while he had his inner dilemma, and made a point of blowing a kiss. Dean was nothing if not forward.
Mr Vicious, still at the front of the room for reasons unknown, turned a violent shade of red. Dean was delighted by this, he wondered if the red went all the way down to his toes. He giggled at the thought.
Mr Vicious, who was still looking at Dean, quickly scanned the room before blowing one back. This delighted Dean to no end, he would definitely have a boyfriend by the end of the day. Now if only he could find out his name.
"Castiel Novak." How convenient, Dean was startled out of his thoughts by his homeroom teacher who had decided to introduce Castiel in her outdoor voice this fine morning. Castiel was still standing at the front of the room, very awkwardly, but also somehow sexy. God those thighs, and he was turning, turning, turning to say thank you to Miss Bradbury when-oh what an ass. Hallelujah.
Castiel sat down at the front if the classroom and Dean had an "ah ha" moment. He had been sitting in the back of the classroom all these years like a god damn chump. Next to stoner Dave and Mickey W, Dean would never be able to reach his full potential. Making a quick decision, he grabbed his 1(one) pen that he found on the ground and his piece of paper he had ripped out of Mickeys book, he tip toed to the front of the classroom and sat in the remaining seat next to Castiel who was staring at Dean with wide eyes.
Dean stared back and moved his desk so his and Castiels were flush against each other. Dean was trying to look flirty but with the whole hungover thing, he only managed to look like he was holding back a fart. This didn't deter him so he held out his hand sexily and introduced himself.
"Hi I'm Dean, but you can call me later." Oh boy.