Castiel wasn't popular but he wasn't unpopular either. He was sort of... in the middle - if
that is possible. He didn't have friends, he had acquaintances but that didn't matter because
he preferred to be on his own. He enjoyed spending the majority of his time in the library
both at school and out of it. Books were a great source of escapism for Castiel and there was
nowhere quieter or more closed off from the world than a room full of endless stories.
Castiel's finger moved along the spines of battered books until he arrived at the one he
wanted. He carefully extracted the novel, added it to his pile of four and carried them over to
his favourite spot in the whole library. It was just a small table at the back in the corner but
it was also next to a window which meant he could peek outside when he wanted to and
He settled down with a contended sigh and spread his bounty across the table. He took his
phone out of his pocket and placed it beside him so he could keep an eye on the time.
Picking the first book and glancing at the cover illustration he sat back and opened it to the
first page. It had been cold today so the heat from the radiator beside him was soothing and
warmed the left side of his body. Just as the world to the story he was reading opened up a
loud and penetrating giggle cut through Castiel's concentration. He looked over the top of his
book to see Meg Master's flirting blatantly with Dean Winchester.
Castiel knew quite a bit about Dean Winchester. He was popular, quite conceited, not very
smart and a charmer to every gender and age. He was of medium build, green eyes, golden
blonde/brown hair and a subtle sprinkle of freckles over his nose and cheeks. To put it
simply: he was beautiful. It was just a pity that he was fully aware of it. Castiel would have
called him self-centred if he didn't already know about his brother, Sam, whom he loved
deeply - this was probably his only redeeming feature.
He smiled at her and said something which, apparently, was absolutely hilarious judging by
the way she was laughing. The sound was ear splitting and Castiel could already feel a
headache pushing its way through his brain.
'You didn't?' she exclaimed.
Castiel grumbled to himself and tried to focus on the text. Meg Masters was a blonde who, in
his opinion, had particularly cruel eyes. He doubted he would ever trust her.
'Dean!' she giggled and pushed his shoulder playfully.
He sighed; he'd been looking forward to his dinner in the library and now it was ruined.
Closing the book regrettably, Castiel threw his bag over his shoulder, restacked them and
pulled the books to his chest.
He glared at the pair as he passed, hoping on some level that they were aware of the fact
that they had ruined his dinner hour. Now what was he supposed to do? Maybe he could sit
outside and read his books there instead but the thought of sitting in the cold made him
shiver. He was almost outside when he realised with a stab of worry that he'd left his cell
phone sitting on the desk.
He rushed back, noticing absently that Dean Winchester and Meg Masters had left. 'Excuse
me,' he murmured as he weaved his way through a group of girls. He saw his favourite table
and luckily his phone was still sitting there. Castiel collected it and pushed it into his pocket.
He turned around, about to leave, when he remembered that the library was now quiet again
and Meg-free. As he was considering sitting down the bell rang so he had to leave for his
'Hi, Castiel,' said Chuck Shurley when he sat down to his left.
'Hello,' he greeted.
'More books?' Chuck smiled.
'Yes,' said Castiel returning his smile, 'although I've already read these, I thought I'd read
'Settle down,' said Mr. Uriel, their English teacher. He stood at the front of the classroom
with his hands behind his back. 'You might find this assignment interesting -' There was
dubious grumble from the students. 'Quiet!' He walked over to his desk and picked up a
stack of papers. 'You're going to be split up into pairs,' Mr. Uriel began handing out sheets
and continued, 'and the goal of this assignment is to write a convincing diary of a month in
the life of the person you're assigned to. Doing so, will help you to write and think creatively,
increasing your ability to think outside of your own head and become someone else.' He
dropped a sheet on Castiel's desk. 'It also means you'll have to spend a large amount of time
with your partner. And before you think you can just write each other's, everything will be
written in this classroom and handed in at the end. To make this more interesting I've
coupled students who wouldn't normally interact with each other. You'll find your partners
name at the top of the information sheet I have just given you.'
Castiel's eyes drifted past his own name and written in blue biro next to the words "assigned
partner" was the name Meg Masters. He couldn't believe his misfortune. If could have been
anyone at all. Anyone. He would have even taken Dean Winchester but
not Meg Masters. Anyone but her. He pushed his fingers through his hair and groaned.
'Who have you got, Castiel?' asked Chuck.
He grimaced. 'Meg.'
'Sucks to be you,' he whispered.
'Who do you have?'
Castiel looked up. 'Dean Winchester?'
His class mate nodded and with a half smile he said, 'This is definitely going to be
Castiel looked over to Meg Masters who was twisted in her seat to talk to Dean behind her.
She looked confused, handing Dean her piece of paper and pointing to the name on it. With
an uncomfortable squirm in his stomach, Dean turned to look at him and pointed Castiel out
for Meg. Typical. She didn't even know who he was. She followed Dean's gaze, saw Castiel
Well, looks like the feeling is mutual, he thought.
'Should we go over to them?' asked Chuck hesitantly. 'I doubt they're going to come over to
Castiel sighed. 'Yes, it looks like we'll have to.'
The students had all jumbled themselves up moving to different desks to sit next to their
partners so there were two spaces free beside Dean and Meg. Castiel walked over bravely.
Meg stopped talking abruptly, giving him a look.
'May we sit down?' asked Castiel.
Meg groaned. 'Fine.'
The hour went extremely slowly and at one point Castiel was sure Meg had actually forgotten
he was there. She spoke to Dean the entire hour despite Castiel's attempts to get her to
work. When the bell rang she left with Dean without saying a word and Castiel clenched his
'I know,' muttered Chuck. 'At least Dean spoke to me. She just ignored you.'
How was he supposed to work with that? Castiel cared about his grades unlike her. He
realised he would have to find a way of getting her to talk to him or they would both be likely
The rest of the school day went by slowly. He was looking forward to reading his books and
when he finally did leave he couldn't get home fast enough. With a quick hello to his older
brother he jogged upstairs, dropped his bag and slumped on to his bed.
'Ahh...' he sighed.
Suddenly his phone buzzed in his jeans pocket. He frowned into the pillow. Who would be
texting him while he was at home? The only contacts he had listed were all in the same
house as he was. Curiously, he withdrew the phone from his pocket and flipped it open.
1 New Message from: ApplePieBaby
Castiel frowned. The fact that it had stated a name meant that the number was already
added to his contacts but how was that possible? He'd had his phone on him all... day... Oh.
The library. Someone had added their number to his phone when he'd left it on the desk.
Why would anyone do that?
He pressed OK and read the text.
ApplePieBaby: Knock, Knock.
Castiel's frown deepened. He quickly typed a reply.
Me: Who is this?
He closed his phone and waited patiently for the stranger to reply. Bzzzzz!
ApplePieBaby: I think the correct phrase is "who's there?"
Whoever it was, he or she was clearly avoiding the question. He or she used full English in
texts too... Castiel didn't know anyone that did that which also meant he reallydidn't know
this person. It was probably a prank.
Me: Will you just tell me who this is?
A minute later. Bzzzz!
ApplePieBaby: You don't sound very happy. Bad day?
Castiel clicked his tongue and snapped his phone shut. He wasn't going to play their games.
However, he found himself extremely curious as to who it was... Who would even want to
text Castiel? He thought about the group of girls that he'd passed in the library when he
went back to retrieve his phone. Was it one of them? Not likely, he wasn't even
acknowledged but that was true everyone. No one noticed Castiel. So who could it possibly
be? He groaned in frustration.
Castiel looked at his phone lying on the pillow beside his head and bit his lip. With a sigh he
grabbed it and typed a reply.
Me: Yes, someone stole my phone and added their number to it.
Castiel smirked. Bzzz!
ApplePieBaby: And that's a bad thing?
Me: Yes. You could be a psycho.
ApplePieBaby: I could be but I'm not.
'Oh, sure,' muttered Castiel with a smirk.
Me: Tell me who you are and I might believe you.
He waited ten minutes for a reply and almost thought the texter had stopped when... Bzzz!
ApplePieBaby: You wouldn't want to know. Can't we be anonymous friends?
He stared at the screen. After a moment he typed a reply.
Me: is this is a prank?
ApplePieBaby: No, it isn't, I promise.
Castiel knew it was stupid ... but he because he wanted to believe it, he did.
ApplePiePony: So we're friends? :)
He was sitting on a red picnic blanket and spread before him was a vast selection of pies of
all different sizes. Castiel's stomach complained loudly about the lack of food, so, with a lick
of his lips, he immediately began to dig in. He ate and ate realising too late that he wasn't
getting any fuller. He tried cherry pie, plum pie, chocolate, peach, berry, jam... all the sweet
things he could imagine but his stomach still insisted that it was empty. It was then, at the
very edge of the blanket, that he saw a small pie. Its label informed Castiel that the filling
sitting beneath its delicious crispy pastry was apple.
Wiping the excess fruit from his mouth he reached over to get it but was stopped by the
impossibly loud buzzing of a bumble bee. He tried to beat it away, wafting at it with his hand
as he stretched for the pie but the insect wouldn't allow it. It hovered threateningly
over his desert and refused to move. The buzzing sound increased, becoming louder and
He was startled awake by his phone clattering to the floor.
Castiel squinted into the morning light shining onto his bed and scratched his head. The
phone's incessant buzzing caused him to lean over and pluck it from the carpet. With a
glance at the name he flipped it open. 'Hello,' he grumbled croakily.
'Castiel? You sound half asleep, are you at school?' asked Anna, his sister.
'I...what? what time is it?' he said, bewildered, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
'It's just past lunch time.'
'WHAT?' he exclaimed and sat bolt upright. 'Oh, no! I've missed half of my lessons!'
'You overslept?' she chuckled. 'Has that ever happened to you before, Castiel?'
'Oh, no, oh no!' he panicked, leaping out of bed and searching for clothes.
'Calm down, Castiel, you have an impeccable attendance record. I'm sure missing half a day
won't matter. How come you over slept? Did you go to bed late last night?'
Castiel grimaced. He had gone to bed late last night because of his mysterious texter. They
had talked into the early hours of the morning about insignificant things - subjects which
never gave away who his new friend was - and Castiel had been so wrapped up in it he'd
forgotten to set his alarm.
Holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder and shoved on a pair of pants. 'Yes, I
was reading,' he lied. Well, not a complete lie since he had been reading; it just wasn't a
book. 'I'm going to have to go, Anna, was there a reason you called?'
'Yes actually, we'll all be home late tonight so you'll have to cook yourself something to eat.'
'Okay,' he said pulling on socks. 'That's fine. See you soon.'
He glanced in the mirror, made a note of how wayward his hair was and endeavoured to
flatten it down before yanking his bag out from under the bed and racing out of the door.
'You look like you slept under a bridge,' said Meg bluntly. He'd made it to English but barely
and the first thing that Meg had to say as soon as he sat down was an insult. Castiel tried to
think of a witty retort but he'd never been good at that. However, it turned out he didn't
'Maybe that's the look he's going for,' said warm voice from behind them. Castiel didn't need
to look to find out who had spoken. It was Dean Winchester.
'What? The tramp look?' she asked, appraising Castiel with cruel eyes.
'Yeah, why not? You seem to pull it off, Meg,' said Dean.
She appeared bogusly hurt and shoved Dean in the arm. 'That's just mean.' He smiled that
particular sexy smile and winked at her and Castiel almost gagged when she returned the
gesture. It was going to be one long month, he thought miserably, if this was the road they
were heading down: daily insults and painfully obvious flirting. At least tomorrow was the
start of the weekend.
'Still coming tonight?' asked Meg, playing with her blonde hair.
'Meg, we really need to...' began Castiel but she kicked his chair.
'I'm in the middle of a conversation here,' she snapped.
Castiel stared at her in amazement. 'We need to work,' he stressed.
'Yeah, I'm not stopping you am I?' Meg said it as though she was talking to someone with an
IQ lower than that of a slug. She shook her head and looked at Dean. 'So are you still
'Yeah,' he responded. 'I should be, if Sammy's okay with it.'
Castiel couldn't help but smile a little at Dean's comment. He loved how much he cared for
Sam because Castiel had never seen devotion like it. He would do absolutely anything for his
brother without question. Conversely, this clear quality in Dean flew straight over Meg's
head. She rolled her eyes dramatically. 'You don't need to ask your younger brother
'He needs to know where I am,' said Dean in a tone that suggested he'd had years of
defending his commitment to Sam.
'Whatever,' said Meg. 'It should be a good party. I think Ruby is -'
'I hope Mr. Novak is invited to your gathering, Ms. Masters,' said Mr. Uriel who had suddenly
appeared at their table.
'Actually, Mr. Uriel, I'd rather not-' said Castiel.
'What better way to get to know one another than a gathering,' he said, ignoring Castiel
entirely. 'I suppose Mr. Shurley will be attending too?'
Meg's face was comical. She sat open mouthed, staring at Mr. Uriel with a loss for words. 'I
can't do that, I'm only allowed to have a few people...'
'And two more will be a problem?'
'Well.. yes actually..'
'Nonsense,' said Mr. Uriel, waving a hand. 'I can give your mother a call if you're worried...?'
'No!' she yelled. 'Uh... I mean, no, that's okay, they can come.'
Mr. Uriel smiled unpleasantly. 'Good. I expect you both to write about it next week.' And with
that he moved away. Castiel put his head in his hands. Could it get any worse? He was now
roped into going a party with Meg Masters.
'What a dick,' said Meg, slumping in her chair. 'Who does he think he is?'
'The teacher,' mumbled Castiel.
At the end of the lesson, Meg gave Castiel a scrap piece of paper with her address on it. 'I
hope you get lost.' She smiled slyly and sauntered off. Chuck looked at Castiel. 'Do you want
to go together?'
'That would probably be best,' he said, sighing. They worked out a time and Chuck offered to
pick him up from his house at 7pm. They exchanged numbers incase there were any
problems and Castiel added another friend to his list of contacts.
To say he wasn't looking forward to Meg's party would be a gross understatement.
The house was dark and ominous when he arrived home after school. He dropped his bag by
the door and flicked the lights on as he went. Checking in the refrigerator for something to
eat, he found some left over lasagne and put it in the microwave for a few minutes. The
clock above the cabinets in the kitchen said it was half past four. At least he had some time
before he had to endure what was most likely going to be a terrible night.
Castiel found a fork when the lasagne had finished cooking and sat down at the table with his
His stomach flipped when he felt the phone vibrate against his thigh. Castiel leaned back and
withdrew the device.
1 New Message from: ApplePieBaby
He practically beamed. Quickly, he flipped the phone open and read...
ApplePieBaby: Hey, how was your day, Cas? Better than yesterday I hope?
Castiel's cheeks were hurting from smiling too much. The nickname "Cas" had appeared last
night and he quite liked it; no one had ever called him anything other than Castiel.
Me: No, it was worse.
ApplePieBaby: Did someone else steal your phone?
He smiled and shook his head.
Me: Not today, thankfully. I don't think I could handle another mystery texter.
ApplePieBaby: Yeah.. I don't think I could handle it either.
Trotting over to the sofa, he lay down.
Me: What do you mean?
ApplePieBaby: Someone else would have your attention.
Castiel grinned hugely and curled onto his side. His lasagne sat forgotten on the side of the
Me: Would you be jealous?
He bit his lip and waited. Bzzz!
How could a simple text make him so excited and so...happy? Castiel thought maybe it was
because for once in his life someone wanted to talk to him. Whoever was on the other end of
the phone cared about him.
That's the impression they gave anyway, but there was a still a risk of it all being one
elaborate cruel joke. He sighed, hoping with all his might that it was real, that the person on
the end of the phone was genuine.
He stared at the screen for a long moment and finally typed a reply.
Me: I wish you would tell me who you are.
ApplePieBaby: I can't. Sorry.
Me: Then at least tell me if you're male or female.
The minutes ticked by and he still hadn't received an answer... Bzzz!
ApplePieBaby: I'm male.
His eyebrows rose. Castiel had hoped his new friend was male but he hadn't thought it was
So... he had a male admirer...
Suddenly, Castiel became overwhelmingly embarrassed and he didn't know why and despite
already recognising that the house was empty he still peeked over the back of the sofa with
his cheeks burning.
Castiel had received looks from males and females before which he thought might have been
flirtatious but he had never acted on it nor had he been attracted to anyone...
Dean Winchester's face popped into his head.
Yes, Castiel found Dean very attractive (who didn't?) but he could only imagine how
awkward and probably boring conversation with him would be. It wasn't feasible that Dean's
personality was as enticing as his looks and certainly not as enjoyable as talking to
Then again, maybe he shouldn't be so quick to judge since Castiel had never had a full
conversation with Dean. In fact, he hadn't said more than hello to him. Castiel frowned at
the ceiling. Was it true? Had he never spoken to Dean Winchester? Impossible! Dean is in all
of Castiel's classes except one; it's been the same for years. Dean has always been there but
have they really not conversed? Not once?
He was startled out of his reverie by the vibration in his hand. He flicked the phone open and
ApplePieBaby: Are you unhappy about that?
Castiel's stomach leaped. The text appeared to answer his thoughts but then he remembered
the previous message.
Me: No, of course not. I'm sorry. I'm a little distracted today.
He would do it tonight. If he really has never spoken to Dean, then he will tonight. The
thought of doing so sent a wave of nerves through him. Bzzz!
ApplePieBaby: Anything I can help you with?
Me: I'm attending a party, one I don't particularly want to go. What do you think I
The answer was instantaneous.
Me: Why blue? Do you have a preference for it?
ApplePieBaby: It's my favourite colour :)
Castiel chuckled and began typing a reply when the screen started flashing and vibrating. For
a heart stopping second he thought it was ApplePieBaby but it turned out to be Chuck.
'Uh, Hi, Castiel, I was wondering...um... should I wear a tie tonight?'
He frowned. 'I'm not sure. Do you think the occasion calls for it?' Castiel glanced at the clock
and noticed with surprise that it was past six. Time always flew by when talking to
'Er... well, what are you wearing?'
'A blue shirt and jeans.' He had a smart deep blue shirt that he figured would look nice with
'Oh, uh.. okay, that's okay then... I'll see you in an hour.'
Castiel decided he'd better take a shower and get dressed.
Castiel was fully dressed and lying face down on his bed with a pillow over his head. In his
right hand he was clutching his phone. Bzzz!
He peeked out from under the pillow and flicked it open.
ApplePieBaby: I'm sure you look perfect :)
Castiel smiled and blushed into the bed.
Me: Thank you. I hope I don't stand out.
ApplePieBaby: You'll always stand out, Cas, but in the best possible way.
Castiel's eyes widened when he read the text and he couldn't help the bubble of laughter
that surged in his chest. He chuckled and rolled over but he turned too far and fell off the
edge of the bed, crashing to the floor.
'Ouch,' he mumbled.
There was a knock at the door and he quickly picked himself up, brushing off his clothes and
hurried downstairs. Castiel swung the door open and Chuck's eyebrows flew up, raking over
'Wow, Castiel... you look amazing.'
'Thank you, so do you.' Chuck was dressed in a simple grey blazer, shirt and jeans
'This suddenly feels like a date...' said Chuck with a raised brow.
Castiel chuckled, turning to lock the door then they made their way over to his car.
'Maybe I shouldn't have knocked on,' he decided. 'Or complimented you...'
'I was glad of the compliment though,' said Castiel, climbing in.
'Why? Feeling self conscious?' asked Chuck as he started the engine.
'I know how you feel...' he muttered.
They drove the short trip to Meg's house which turned out to be double the size of Castiel's -
it looked more like a mansion. There were cars parked all over the place, even on the grass
and in the street, and when they drew closer the music was so loud they were able to hear it
from inside the car. People were walking across the grounds and into the house with beer
under their arms, chatting and laughing.
Castiel felt very out of place.
They pulled into a space Chuck managed to find behind a tree and he stopped the car. He
looked at Castiel. 'I'm dreading this,' he said with wide eyes.
Nerves were already swirling in Castiel's stomach so he whole heartedly agreed but he didn't
think it would be wise to inform Chuck of this. To make him feel better he said, 'We don't