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I'm still working my way through things -- and also trying to get as much sleep as I can -- so you'll have to settle for fluffy drabbles at the moment.

It was official. Castiel had been born cursed. It was the only explanation he had for the shit storm that had been his day.

First: flat tire on his bike, forcing him to race for a bus. All the while hearing his dad's critique about not living on campus his senior year and thus ending up late to his first class of the spring semester. And given his professor's vile look, he was in for it the rest of the year.

Second: his lab times had changed and now his once light-and-easy Friday had turned into hell with classes starting at eight in the morning and not ending until five.

Third: he managed to tear a large hole in his favorite hoodie.

Four: some jerk was sitting under the tree he'd been using for his lunch since freshman year.

Castiel sighed deeply, staring at the young man sitting under his tree. He couldn't see his face very well. He thought he might look familiar but frankly, Castiel's day had been shit and he wasn't about to be charitable. His hand tightened on his bookbag and he gave serious thought to leaping at the man and taking his day's frustrations out on a perfect stranger.

"You gonna keep standin' there?"

He froze, blinking. The other student was looking up now, grinning. Green eyes. Pretty green eyes. And dammit . . . way too familiar. His college's star pitcher, Dean Winchester. And Castiel's crush since freshman year.

He swallowed nervously. "Oh. S-sorry."

He spun and turned to go when he heard Dean call out, "Wait!"

Castiel turned back, peering at Dean. "What?" he asked. Given the state of his day, the last thing he needed was a sexy jock-head taunting him about something. Not that he thought of Dean as a jock-head. The two classes he'd had with Dean -- English-centric -- proved the young man was anything but dumb. But Castiel just . . . God, his day needed to end now.

Dean sat up a little straighter and shifted over. "Sit. You look like crap." He patted the grass beside him. When Castiel didn't move, he snickered. "I don't bite." A wicked grin. "Unless you ask me nicely."

Castiel fidgeted where he stood. When Dean inclined his head, he shifted forward, finally taking an awkward seat beside the other student. He held his bag in front of him like a shield though and wouldn't sit against the tree.

Dean sighed. "Dude, calm down." He reached over with one hand and forced Castiel to lean back, making him squeak with surprise. He grinned. "Just relax. Eat your lunch."

Castiel turned and glared at Dean. Frustrated, he blurted, "Why are you sitting here? For the last four years, I've sat here. Almost ever lunch. And my day's been so . . . just . . . why . . ." With a groan, he gave up, letting his head hit the tree.

After a second of silence, Dean cleared his throat. "Well, I . . . know you sit here. I've seen you sit here." Castiel could hear him shift beside him against the tree. "And . . . well, we graduate in a few months. So . . . I figured . . . now or never."

Castiel lowered his head and squinted at Dean. "What?"

Dean was . . . blushing? The other student shrugged nervously. "Been . . . kind of into you since . . . Freshman Seminar. But you're Biology and I'm English so . . . kind of hard to find an excuse to be around you." He cleared his throat again. "So . . . I know you like this tree. And --" he shrugged a second time.

Castiel felt his frustration slip away and he smiled, relaxing. "You wanted to meet me?"

Dean nodded. "Stupid, huh?"

Castiel shook his head, leaning against Dean's shoulder. "Not even." He sighed deeply and held out a hand. "My name's Castiel Novak."

Dean's fingers were warm and careful against his. "Dean Winchester."

Castiel toyed with Dean's fingers, watching them in the sunlight. "Hey, Dean?"

"Mmhmm?"

"I've had a shitty day today; want to blow off the rest of the afternoon and have sex?"

Dean didn't answer immediately. When he did, his voice dripped with lusty humor. "Damn, I should've introduced myself sooner."

Correction. Castiel had been born blessed.

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