Title: Surprises

Summary: The eight times Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak had a surprise encounter, and the one time it was on purpose. Just a nice little Destiel College AU in which Castiel is a hapless freshman and Dean is a helpful and friendly senior. Basically an excuse for me to practice my lemons that somehow gained some plot.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Supernatural characters, I'm just playing in Kripke's playground.

Warnings: This is an AU in which various characters' ages have been adjusted to fit them into colleges. There aren't any supernatural (note the lower-case.) elements; no hunters, no vamps, no weres, no shapeshifters, etc., and (due to the fact that it's an AU) some characters may be a bit OOC. Explicit Dean/Castiel, meaning man/man, yaoi, slash, gay sex, however you wanna put it, it'll be there. If that's not your thing, I politely request that you please fuck off and leave me to my fun. Also, cursing throughout the duration of the fic, though if you can handle reading explicit sex and can't handle a bit of language, I'm honestly confused. There's also quite a bit of fluff because yes :D.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

A/N: Ello! This kinda just happened, I didn't mean to…I wanted to practice my lemon writing cause I've never written one of these before, so if it sucks just tell me. I can take it *subtly cringes*. This is my first Supernatural fic, and my first Destiel fic, and my first lemon fic, soooooo...yeah. Hope it's okay. It's funny, this started out with an errant thought about how cute girls are in large sweaters, and it just escalated from there to a Destiel oneshot. Then it escalated even more and turned into this little set of college encounters between our favorite blue-eyed angel and his hunter. I hadn't planned on posting this till I'd completely finished what it's become, buuuuuut…I MUST HONOR THE END OF THE HELLATUS AND THE PREMIERE OF SEASON 10! *nods sagely* This is very important. Sorry to folks waiting on WtFH or Betrayal, my muse is being a supernatural focused little bitch, so it's a struggle to write anything but Destiel. Anyway, enjoy?

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The first time he met Castiel was a unique experience. Dean had been sitting in his dorm room staring blankly at his math work, hoping that if he gazed at it long enough the universe would see fit to grant him with understanding. To be honest he was beginning to doze off; he'd had a long night of hardcore partying, so it was understandable that he'd be fucking exhausted, though he was soldiering on relatively well. A faint shout of "Get back here you bastard!" In a British accented voice was enough to rip him from the daze he'd fallen into. He lifted his head up, his interest further piqued by the roared, "I'll rip your friggin 'ead off!" that was louder and closer.

Dean jumped as suddenly, a man burst through his dorm room door and slammed it shut while holding his breath and leaning on the door. Moments later Dean heard heavy footsteps race past the door and off into the distance, and he watched curiously as the man let out a sigh of relief and relaxed against the door, panting. He was just about to clear his throat to announce his presence (and in his own room too, how ridiculous) when the other male finally looked up, seeming to take in the room around him. He jumped as he noticed Dean staring at him, and quickly stood. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bust in on you like that, I thought this was a supply closet because it's in the corner and there's no number on the door..." He trailed off awkwardly.

It was around this time that Dean realized he'd been staring blankly at the other guy for the better part of the last minute, and he hastened to respond, frowning lightly. "Uh...it's fine I guess. What the hell happened anyway?" the other male blushed and scratched the back of his head somewhat anxiously.

"I might have implied some rude things about his mother due to something he said to a friend of mine..." Dean snorted and didn't respond, going back to staring at his math work and causing them to fall into an awkward silence. When he looked up, the other guy was still there, pointedly avoiding looking in his direction. Dean's frown deepened, and he opened his mouth to politely ask him to leave (can you get the hell out of my room?) when there was a knock somewhere down the hall, distracting him.

It seemed that the guy from before had come back, and was going door to door saying, "'Scuse me, have you seen a guy, he would've been about 5'11, stupidly messed up black hair, dinky little trench coat? I'm planning to kill him."

The shorter male sent Dean a panicked look, his eyes screaming "Please hide me." Dean raised an eyebrow silently conveying his general message of, "Now why would I do that?". I mean, of course he'd probably end up helping the guy out, he wasn't a complete asshole. But this random dude had just busted into his room and interrupted his studying (futile and boring as it may have been), didn't he deserve a little revenge? The other's brows furrowed, his bright blue eyes widening slightly as he sent Dean a pleading look.

Dean tried to hold out, but he soon caved to the other's extremely effective pitiful look (absolutely insane this guy, his puppy-dog eyes were effective enough to rival his little brother's), waving him toward the bathroom. Blue-eyes sent him a thankful look before darting through the open bathroom door and quietly shutting it. And just in time too, as there was a knock at the door. "Hold on just a sec." Dean called, standing from his desk and heading to the door.

He opened it and found an angry fellow senior, a smarmy guy named Crowley, looking back at him. "'Scuse me, have you seen a guy, he would've been about 5'11, stupidly messed up hair, dinky little trench coat? I'm gonna kill him." Crowley repeated with a smile that was really more of an angry grimace than anything. Dean shifted back slightly, leaning against his door jam and looking amused.

"Actually, yes, I have. Blue-eyes?" Dean replied, ignoring the slight thump he heard from the bathroom as the angry guy nodded. He jerked his chin in the direction of the mess hall, stating, "He ran down that hallway, not sure where he would've gone after that."

Crowley gave a mean smirk before stating "Much obliged." And stalking away.

Dean waited a few moments, watching until Crowley turned a corner before going back into his room, shutting the door, wandering over to his mini-fridge, and calling, "Alright, you can come out now." over his shoulder to the other guy still hiding in his bathroom. Dean smirked as blue-eyes, after poking his head out of the bathroom to verify to himself that the room was in fact clear, crept warily back toward him, stopping a few feet away from the fridge and standing silently. Dean stared at him, and the other man stared back, causing an awkward staring contest that lasted until Dean shook himself, burying himself in the task of looking through his fridge.

He'd nearly forgotten the other guy was even in his room until a quiet yet deep voice said, "I thought you had decided to sell me out."

He looked over his shoulder and replied, "Nah, I'd never abandon anyone to Crowley." He gave the other a quick look up and down before stating "Especially a freshie like you, Crowley'd eat you alive." and going back to his fruitless search for edible food in the damn-near empty fridge. After opening one of the drawers and finding something that may or may not have blinked back at him, he gave up on his quest and just grabbed a beer; he'd go out for something later.

Remembering his surprise guest once again, he impulsively asked, "Want a beer?" glancing at the other man. Though his Sasquatch of a little brother was known as the more polite of the Winchester duo, never let it be said that Dean didn't have any manners. He shrugged when the other guy mutely shook his head, avoiding his eyes. Dean wandered back over to his desk, noting in his peripherals that blue-eyes was just standing there awkwardly rather than leaving, or sitting himself down on the couch like most of his fellow college students would. 'Freshmen.' He thought with a mental eye-roll.

He glanced toward the door in surprise when he faintly heard Crowley's angry yelling, probably from the cafeteria (he had one hell of a set of lungs on him), and grinned when he saw the other guy flinch and pale. "Man, what the hell did you say to him?" Dean asked nearly sympathetically with a grin, leaning forward and sipping his beer.

The freshman flushed slightly, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly before mumbling, "I just suggested that maybe he wouldn't be such an imbecilic asshole if his mother, sister, and family dog weren't the same person..."

Dean nearly spat out the beer he'd been drinking, and swallowed it before bursting into loud, disbelieving laughter, noticing that the freshman perked up and smiled slightly. Sometime during his gut-busting laughter, he decided that the guy was forgiven for the study interruption on account of his humor (and really, studying's boring. Wouldn't take much). He finally stopped laughing, clutching his stomach as took deep breaths to calm himself down, and smiled at the blue-eyed freshman, before stating, "I can see why he might be a bit offended about that.", standing, and walking a few steps to stand in front of his fellow student.

"Well, meeting might've been better, but I'm Dean. Dean Winchester." He said, reaching out to shake his hand, noting that he was a few inches taller than the freshman, and that his giant of a brother would fairly tower over the man.

"I'm Castiel, Castiel Novak. Thank you for letting me hide out in your rooms for a bit." Blue-eyes, 'No, Castiel,' He thought to himself, murmured with a half-smile.

"No problem." He replied easily, his smile growing to a grin as Castiel glanced awkwardly between him and the door. "Would you like me to check and see if the big bad senior is gone?" He asked mockingly, his wide grin taking the edge off the taunt.

Castiel slumped with relief. "Please?"

Dean stood and walked to the door, making a show of sticking his head out and looking from side to side, before he turned back to Castiel, stating, "Looks like it's all clear, you're safe to go." Castiel walked carefully past him, cautiously looking for himself before he stepped completely out of Dean's doorway and turned to look at him.

"Again, thank you Dean." He stated seriously.

Dean waved him off with a lazy grin and replied, "It was no problem. If you want to avoid him until he cools down, you may want to try hiding out in the library. You look like the smart type that'll be entertained there for a while, and Crowley usually avoids the library because of Professor Cain."

Castiel looked slightly startled for a moment before he smiled, thanked him again, and looked both ways down the hallway before scurrying away, very pointedly in the opposite direction of the mess hall. Dean just shook his head in amusement before walking back into his room, closing the door, and sitting back down at his desk to continue with his math work.

"…son of a bitch."

A/N: So, that's the first! There'll be 7 more chapters plus an epilogue, unless my muse decides to give me more…which I kinda hope it doesn't cause this whole idea started out as a 2k fic. -_-"