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Before Dean could start on the next entry, a student rushed through the doorway. His side looked pretty damn familiar...

The kid turned and Dean realized that it was the kid from the journal: Castiel Jim Novak.

Dean was so used to seeing the side of his face, and now looking at the rest of it, Dean realized that Castiel was drop dead gorgeous.

Castiel rushed up and down the rows, looking around for something he had lost. He walked past Dean's desk before taking a few steps and stopping. He backed up slowly and looked down at Dean.

"You have my... journal."

"Looks like it." Dean said as he looked up at Castiel.

The boy's ears turned pink and his blue eyes went wild. "Can I have it back?"

Dean ignored the question. "I learned a lot about you. Coffee?"

Cas looked at Dean as if a head grew on his shoulder. "A- What- I mean..." The boy shook his head before starting his sentence again. "Give me back my damn journal!"

Dean held the journal out, but kept a firm grip on it. "Roadhouse. Tonight. 7."

Castile rolled his eyes and tugged at the cover. "Only if you give me my journal."

Dean loosened his grip and Castiel snatched it from him. "It's a date." Dean said with a wink.