Day 1: Captain's Log, Stardate 166.5. On our first day of star mapping, an opportunity arises to complete the mission at a much faster speed. Target becomes partner for project. My decision – go for it.

Charlie Bradbury was sick of this whole situation, but she was definitely not one to pass up playing God. It wasn't exactly an independent decision, but it was either her or Becky Rosen, and Becky Rosen playing God would just lead to inappropriate and horrendously- written fanfiction. And since Charlie was determined to protect the fanfiction community from the mind of Becky, she took it upon herself to play God for just a little while and convince Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak to just get it on already. She was sick and tired of hearing Dean rag on and on about the way Castiel's hair was so messy and perfect and about how his blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul in a kind-of-creepy way. The most obvious plan seemed to be to just get them together at all costs, and Charlie was overjoyed when the opportunity to do so presented itself in last period English class.

"So you're my partner, I suppose. I'm Castiel, by the way." Castiel smiled as he slid into the desk opposite Charlie's, arranging his pencils in an orderly fashion.

Following the usual end-of-the-school-year pattern, their English teacher had decided to assign a rather lengthy project to his class of tired juniors. It required a meticulously written essay, a poster, and a randomly selected partner. Charlie was lucky enough to be paired with the studious Castiel Novak, much to her pleasure. She was actually quite smart, but had an awful knack for procrastination, whereas Castiel seemed to be able to get things done. It was also a perfect partnership considering Charlie's plan to play God for a bit.

"I know. Charlie Bradbury. Pleased to meet you." Charlie greeted, returning the smile.

"You're friends with Dean Winchester, right?" Castiel asked cautiously, still smiling at her.

"Yup," Charlie nodded, "He's sitting right there if you want me to introduce you to him."

She glanced over to where Dean was sitting next to his partner, Benny, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he looked over his notes. He picked his head up and spotted Charlie, who offered him an enthusiastic wave. He waved back, his eyes flitting over to Castiel before dropping back to his notes.

Grow a pair, Winchester. Charlie thought, shaking her head in disappointment.

For a guy with big talk and a give-em-hell attitude, Dean was certainly lacking in the feelings department. Give him a cheerleader and he'll charm the panties right off of her, but present him with someone he actually cares about and he's screwed.

"I mean, I'm not usually into dudes or anything," he'd say quickly, "But this guy, Cas, I dunno, there's something about him."

"It's called a crush," Charlie would inform him, "You have a big, mushy crush on him."

"Nah, not really." Dean would reply, leaning against his locker as his cheeks flushed slightly, "I mean, I barely know the freaking guy-"

"Dude," Charlie would say in exasperation, "He stares at you, like, all the time. Please, just make a move!"

And yet anything Charlie said never swayed the almighty Dean Winchester. He remained utterly convinced that his infatuation with Castiel was a one way thing, which Charlie knew was totally not true. And proving it had never been easier now that Charlie's project partner was the Novak kid himself.

"No, it's alright." Castiel said, quietly turning down Charlie's invitation to introduce him to Dean.

"You sure? He's not that scary. Behind the big leather jacket and freckles is a gigantic teddy bear." Charlie urged, raising an eyebrow.

Castiel glanced down at his notes before looking up and replying,

"It's alright. Thank you, Charlie. We should, erm, probably find a time to work on our project."

"How does tomorrow afternoon sound? My place?" Charlie asked, grinning at the raven-haired boy in front of her.

"Yes, that sounds reasonable." Castiel agreed, glancing at his notes once again.

Very reasonable, yes. It was Monday today and the project was due on Friday, which gave Charlie plenty of time to set the two boys up together.

"Sounds like a plan, then." Charlie stated happily, beginning to pack up her things. She paused for a moment when she saw that Castiel was still sitting there, most likely staring at Dean.

"Dude," Charlie cleared her throat, "Might want to pack up. Bell's going to ring any second."

"Oh, yes," Castiel said quickly, "Thank you."

"No problem." Charlie smirked, glancing at Dean from her seat. Dean caught her eyes with a questioning stare, but Charlie just shook her head and turned back to Castiel.

The bell rang moments later, and Dean wasted no time catching up to Charlie in the hallway.

"Hey, Charlie." he greeted, appearing at her side.

"Hey yourself." she replied, weaving her way through the throng of kids streaming down the hallway.

"So, Cas is you partner?" he began nonchalantly, waiting by her side as she reached locker and began fiddling with the lock.

Charlie sighed as she plugged in her combination. This was getting near ridiculous; far past the point of a "big, mushy crush".

"Yeah, he's my partner." Charlie replied, suppressing a smile.

"What's he like?" Dean asked quickly, watching her with curious eyes.

"I barely know him, Dean," Charlie groaned, "Quit pestering me. I'll fill you in tomorrow after we work on the project."

"Thanks, Charlie." Dean grinned.

"Hey, Winchester!" someone called out, and Dean vanished back into the crowd, most likely to greet a member of the football team or flirt with another cheerleader.

Charlie rolled her eyes, shoving her books into her bag and slamming her locker shut.

"Charlie!" a shrill voice called out, and Charlie groaned, fighting the urge to bang her head against her locker.

"Hi, Becky." she greeted cheerfully, whirling around to meet the other girl with a forced smile.

Becky Rosen stood before her, clutching her book bag with white knuckles and bouncing on the heels of her feet. She smiled at Charlie knowingly, her eyes widening in a slightly creepy manner and her perfectly straightened blonde hair whooshing behind her head.

"I totally just saw you talking with Dean Winchester," she gushed quickly, smoothing out her sweater-vest, "Were you talking about Castiel? I bet you were. They're so cute together, don't you think?"

"Becky," Charlie began slowly, meeting the other girl's intense stare, "We've talked about this. I told you I'd act as the knight in shining armor and get them together."

"I ship it so hard." Becky sighed wistfully, and Charlie watched as her eyes nearly glazed over.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Becky," Charlie interjected cautiously, "But I'd really appreciate if you, uh, went away and let me go home."

Becky's eyes widened as she realized what Charlie requested, and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, totally," she assured Charlie before rushing off to who-knows-where, "Just keep me updated!"

Charlie shook her head as she began to make her way to the front lobby of the high school. She liked Becky, really, but she preferred to think of Becky as a fangirl and herself as more of a fanwarrior. Nothing personal, really, it's just the fact that Becky liked to write copious amounts of sexual, incestuous fanfiction while Charlie preferred less disturbing subject matters. But Charlie wasn't one to judge, especially when she had a secret Star Trek shrine in her closet.