This is my first attempt at a ficlet, but i saw this post and couldn’t resist

Dean exhaled and slammed his textbook shut. “Screw it, I’m done for today.” A few of the students at the surrounding tables shot Dean a dirty look at the noise, and across the table from him, Castiel sighed.

Dean and Castiel sat at the small, two person table in the back corner of the library, exactly like they had done every Friday since starting college three years ago. The library had been crowded, and Cas, faced with having to return to his noisy roommate, had asked if he could take the last empty seat and share the tiny table with the green eyed stranger. After three hours of hushed conversation, and discovering a shared love of Star Trek, Vonnegut, and Burgers, Dean and Castiel had agreed to meet again the next week to study. Three years later, it was well known that where one went the other followed.

Dean shoved his textbook into his bag and scooted his chair closer to Cas, who was currently biting his lip and scrunching up his eyebrows in a way that was purely adorable. Dean almost sighed. Cas was his best friend, but recently Dean had thought it had become something more. Which was why he had gritted his teeth and asked if Cas wanted to grab dinner and a movie last Saturday. Cas had agreed, and Dean had been psyched. He had worn his best button down and taken Cas to a nice restaurant. Dean had even let Cas chose the movie. Everything had gone great, until the end of the night, when Cas had jumped out of Dean’s impala at his dorm.

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