Castiel shifted on his feet as he watched the man, Dean, his name tag said, behind the counter stare at Castiel’s computer screen with a furrow between his brow and his bottom lip held between his teeth. He tapped at a few keys, scrubbed a hand over his mouth and then shook his head.
"What were you doing when this happened?" Dean asked. Castiel opened his mouth to answer, but then the other man swiveled his green eyes, framed in a thick set of lashes, on him and Castiel’s brain tripped over itself.
The two of them stood staring at each other for several seconds, Dean waiting for Castiel’s response, and Castiel tracking the spattering of freckles on the bridge of Dean’s nose, and only when Dean cleared his throat did Castiel remember he’d been asked a question.
"Writing a paper," he blurted out and then said more quietly, "for English. I was almost finished when-" he gestured at the computer with a frustrated wave of his hand.
"Were you using the Internet at the time?"
Dean scratched at the back of his neck, his eyes casting downwards for a brief second before meeting Castiel’s own again. There was a smirk in them now, an amusement Castiel couldn’t exactly place and then Dean asked, “You sure you were writing a paper?”
Castiel squinted at Dean then, his head canting to the side of its own accord. “I don’t understand,” he stated.
Dean cleared his throat, like he was trying to give Castiel the benefit of the doubt. For what, Castiel had no idea.
"Your computer has a virus," Dean finally explained, "it’s a pretty common one, I’ve seen it before, but it’s usually contracted from websites hosting porn."
Castiel felt his cheeks flush red as his mouth moved slowly around an, “Oh.” And then he realized what Dean was implying and shook his head. “I wasn’t-” he began, but Dean was smiling at him now with a strange sort of sympathy and Castiel huffed at him. “That wasn’t me,” Castiel stated firmly, “my cousin, Gabriel, had my computer last night and-” Castiel stopped short when he realized Dean’s expression wasn’t changing.
