Dean loved places like this.

He wandered the aisles of the collectors' shop, looking through the vinyls and cassettes. He snatched up a few things to add to his box of tapes and turned down another aisle.

"Awesome!" He grinned as he found an entire bin of vintage issues of Busty Asian Beauties. With a spring in his step, Dean headed over and began flipping through them. He was pleased to find a wide variety of other vintage skin mags mixed in with his old stand by.

One by one Dean flicked through them, smiling as he went. The issues dated back as far as the mid 1950s and as recent as the early 2000s. Dean was in heaven. He plucked an issue out of the bin, holding it's place with his other hand. Turning the magazine over, Dean checked the front and back covers. Deciding against it, he moved to put it back in it's place.

Then he saw it.

Those eyes.

He would have known them anywhere. Dean pulled the magazine out with trembling hands and a pounding heart.

Even on the slightly faded cover the brilliant blue of those eyes was still so clear. That dark, messy hair. Those full, pink lips. Dean's eyes flicked up to the date. September, 1997.

"You gotta be shitin' me!" That was the fall after graduation.

Dean's eyes raked over the cover. In an instant, he was back in that room.

He sat, slumped in his desk, in the back corner of his senior English classroom. It was stuffy and hot and Dean wanted to be anywhere else. Until those blue eyes walked in.

Castiel Novak.

Dressed in perfectly fitting khakis, a white t-shirt and a soft, blue sweater that matched his eyes, Castiel made his way toward Dean. Suddenly, it was even hotter in there and Dean almost contemplated taking off his leather jacket. He watched as Castiel slid into the seat one up from him in the next row. He couldn't help the way his eyes were drawn to that firm ass as Castiel slipped down onto the chair. Dean shifted in his own seat, with a huff.

Castiel glanced at him over his shoulder. He blinked those wide blue eyes slowly. Dean swallowed hard.

"Alright, gang," the teacher said, snapping their attention back to the front of the classroom, "pop quiz." The class groaned collectively as the teacher passed out the tests. One desk at a time, they were passed backward.

Castiel met Dean's eye once again as he turned to hand a test to the girl seated behind him. He smiled shyly and Dean quirked the corner of his mouth up in response. He leaned forward in his seat to stem the flow of blood.

Dean looked down at the sheet in front of him.

List five items Boo Radley leaves in the tree for Jem and Scout.

Dean began writing.

Gum

Pennies

Twine

Carved soap

He was screwed. He hadn't been able to read the assigned chapter last night. Sam had been up sick and Dad was gone. Again. Dean spent the whole night emptying Sam's puke bowl. He stared down at the paper.

Dean could tell someone was watching him.

He looked up to see Castiel staring at him through his long lashes. Something of Dean's frustration must have shown on his face. Castiel glanced to the front of the room where the teacher was turned to the board, writing notes for class. He turned back to Dean and reached his hand out.

There was a small slip of paper in his hand.

Quickly Dean reached for it, brushing his fingertips along Castiel's wrist. He felt one hard pulse before he pulled his hand back. Looking back up to make sure the exchange had gone unnoticed, Dean unfolded the paper.

There, in neat, slanted writing were written the answers.

Pieces of chewing gum

Indian head pennies

A ball of gray twine

Two portraitures carved in soap

A pack of gum

A Spelling Bee medal

A broken pocket watch

A knife on a chain

Dean looked up at Castiel again. He smiled gratefully at him and watched as a tempting blush spread up his cheeks.

"Alright," the teacher called, "make sure your names are on them and pass them forward."

Dean quickly wrote down a final item and passed the paper up. He tucked the note deep inside the pocket of his coat.

When class was ended, Dean leaped out of his seat and bolted from the room. He didn't go far, though. Leaned up against the lockers just down the hall from their classroom, Dean waited for his blue-eyed savior to appear. He was one of the last to leave the room. Dean called to him as he passed.

"Cas!"

Castiel stopped dead in his tracks. He turned slowly to face Dean as he approached.

"Hello, Dean," he whispered in his low, rumbling voice.

"I, uh...," Dean cleared his throat, "wanna say thanks. It was kind of a rough night last night, and I didn't get a chance to do the reading." He shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Dean," Cas offered.

"Yeah, well," Dean shrugged again, "anyway...Thanks for that. You're an angel." Dean clapped a hand to Cas' upper arm, letting his hand slide down the sleeve of that blue cashmere sweater. Castiel's face flushed again, and he ducked his head.

"You're welcome," he mumbled, looking up at Dean through his lashes. Without thinking about it, Dean licked his lips, pulling the lower one into his mouth and biting down on it gently. Castiel's eyes went wide, tracking the movement, and he inhaled sharply. "I...I have to...," and just like that, he was gone down the hallway.

Dean looked back at the cover of the magazine in his hand. Delicately, he opened the pages, flipping through until he found it.

There was Cas.

Dressed in nothing but a pair of blue, satin panties and a set of angel wings, his dick hard and straining at the silky fabric.

For a moment, Dean thought he would pass out. He closed the magazine. He couldn't look at any more of it. Not here.

Those eyes had plagued his fantasies for far too long to keep staring in public at the photographic evidence of how gorgeous that man really was. Dean marched to the front of the store and handed the magazine to the redhead in the pac-man t-shirt behind the counter.

She nodded at the selection, scanned it, and slipped it into a bag.

"Nice choice," she smiled at Dean.

"You have no idea," Dean replied taking the bag from her. Without another word he slipped out the door and climbed into his Impala.