Hey guys! So I've become like a hardcore Destiel shipper so I decided to start writing something of my own. This is a college life AU in which Dean moves to California with Sam to go to college and get a new start on life, and Castiel is Sam's fellow classmate. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are my fault, please let me know if you find any errors.

Dean watched as Sam approached the large building without hesitation. He was finally going to be attending college, and he would be spending the years here with his best friend and brother at his side. But damn, was he nervous. He had a lot of his future riding on how well he did here, and he couldn't fuck up again like he had before.

Prior to his return to California where Sam was attending college, Dean had been in Colorado, "exploring himself" as he now referred to it. What he had actually been doing was wasting away every last financial resource he had on drugs and booze. After discovering his ex-girlfriend, Lisa, had cheated on him and gotten pregnant, Dean felt like he had lost everything that loved in his life. In his attempt to heal himself up, he'd gotten himself hospitalized three times and spent over $300,000 on hard drugs, liquor, and expensive prostitutes. Sam had intervened after his third hospitalization and helped ween him off his addiction, but Dean felt horrendously guilty for inconveniencing his brother while he was in school. He decided to turn over a new leaf and left for California with Sam in order to start his life over. This was where he would change himself for the better.

Getting better also meant changing himself a little. After his horrendous reaction to Lisa's actions, Dean had gone strictly off women (besides the prostitutes). It was better if he kept away from the type of people who would damage him, and he decided that he enjoyed the company and presence of men far more than women. He could get used to homophobes, but he could never escape the memories of cheaters with feminine curves and soft fingertips. Sam had supported his decision when Dean informed him and could never judge him for his choice in lifestyle. Sam loved his surprisingly sensitive older brother and would support anything that made Dean happy and less detached from life.

Dean and Sam walked together through the hallways, mapping out where both of their classes were and what the fastest ways to get there were. It was just like highschool all over again, Dean groaned in thought.

"Most of my classes are advanced so we won't be together most of the day. You'll have to find your way around without my help," Sam said, clapping his hand to Dean's back. Dean glared up at his younger brother, unimpressed by his attempts to console him like he was a child.

As Dean turned the corner of the hallway, Sam shouted out a greeting to someone who was walking ahead of them. Dean followed the focus of Sam's eyes to the small figure of the dark haired boy who slowly turned. Dean inhaled sharply when they made eye contact and Sam ran forward, leaving Dean behind.

The boy was angelic. His large eyes swam in a deep blue ocean of emotions that Dean found beautifully complex. His small frame was toned and slightly tan, accentuated by the black of his outfit. High cheek bones and thin, pursed lips were highlighted by his dark brown hair. As if he wasn't already perfect enough, he was decked out in a torn up Metallica tee and black jeans, finishing with black high-tops.

Apparently Sam had introduced Dean to him and he was now waiting for some sort of response because his blue eyes were trained on his face in confusion.

"Uh, what?" Dean managed to stutter out in his awkwardness, straightening his back. Jesus Christ, how was he supposed to impress this guy when he could barely string together a coherent sentence?

He sighed. "You weren't lying. He is as thick as Anna," he said to Sam in a gravelly voice, looking away from the flushed and embarrassed Dean.

Sam chuckled and reintroduced them, "Dean, this is Castiel. He's pursuing the same major as I am. Cas, this is my brother, Dean."

Dean stuck out a hand which Cas took in a firm and rough handshake.

Castiel nodded his head curtly before returning his gaze to Sam. "I have a study session to get to. See you in Calc, Sam. Dean," he glanced back and forth between them before turning on heel and pacing away down the hall. Dean's eyes never left his perfectly framed body and he once again missed Sam's comment.

"Dean!" Sam shouted in his ear.

"What?" Dean glared up at his brother who was smirking triumphantly in his direction. "Shut up. And wipe that stupid look off your face."

"You totally got the hots for Cas! Dude, you don't even know him, and he will mess you up if you try anything, I assure you," Sam said in a warning as they continued their walk through the building. Despite Sam's warning, Dean couldn't help but hope that he would somehow stumble upon the handsome man again later. Maybe he could get the introvert to warm up to him. Dean knew that he could easily warm up to Cas, that was for certain. There was something about him that told him, even though he gave off a very cold demeanor, he was actually a kind man.

Several hours later, they had gone through both of their schedules and gotten lunch, so Sam said goodbye to Dean and headed off in the direction of his first class (English, Dean presumed, as Sam had huffed in displeasure before leaving) and Dean walked towards the library to check out his books for his classes. As he entered the large building, he ran his fingers through his cropped hair in slight distaste; he hated places like this, filled with snobby intellectuals. He would much rather be sitting at home with a bottle and something to burn away the itching at the back of his brain. Distracted by the endless stream of ideas running through his head, he did not notice Castiel watching him from the front desk as he approached it.

"Hey, I need to check out some books for my classes," Dean said, rummaging through his pockets for the list without looking up.

"Certainly. Perhaps I can also direct you to the psychology section so we can diagnosis you for whatever disorder you have that stops you from processing a person's presence," the deep gravelly voice responded with the hint of a smirk in his words.

Dean immediately looked up with his jaw hanging in surprise. "Cas! Hi! Um, sorry, I'm not usually like this..." Dean trailed off, his eyes flicking back and forth.

Cas simply smiled over at him before walking around to join him on the other side of the desk and reached out for the list Dean was holding. As Dean handed it to him, his calloused fingers brushed over the smooth surface of the man's hand, causing him to jump a little and blush like a child. Why was he acting like such a child, he thought to himself, willing himself to look over at the angelic boy. His grin had grown and he nodded his head in the direction of the first book on the list.

"Let's go get these books, Dean."

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