castiel was, by all accounts, a tough professor. his ratemyprofessor was a graveyard of people who had taken his 101 thinking that intro to world religions: western traditions was going to be an easy pass. if the students were willing to learn, it wasn’t going to be a problem. but if they were going to try and blow him off... a freshman had just run out of castiel’s lecture hall when meg stepped in, brushing past her a little too close in their hurry to leave the room. cas leaned back against the desk, sleeves rolled up. “these aren’t my office hours, meg.”









