You're the devil in disguise

Castiel Novak is nervous. You can't tell from the look on his face, but he's apprehensive as he enters his new dorm building for the first time. It's a good college, fairly prestigious for New York, so Castiel was expecting no less than pristine condition, in regards to the buildings at least. The people are far less wholesome. Already he spots some men hitting on the RA, a girl named Anna that he met through his brother Gabriel who also has a dorm room here.

In all honesty, Castiel had desperately prayed he would be allowed to share a room with his brother and ensure no unnecessary association with one of those fools who come to college simply with the interest of partying. Sadly, in some cruel twist of irony each Novak has become stuck with a member of the Winchester family, whoever they are. Castiel is stuck with one named Dean, a twenty-two year old just starting college. Not that Castiel has much place to speak in that department, since he's already twenty. His first two years out of high school were spent as a missionary. Of course, from the man's facebook page that Castiel looked up the instant he was given his name, it's a safe bet to say Dean wasn't off helping people rather than learning.

It is not his place to judge, though, so he changes his train of thought as he enters his dorm room. Thankfully it is just as nice as the dorm halls, with the add-on of no roommate for the time being. Sighing in relief, Castiel takes his stuff off the trolley he borrowed and sets it outside the door to be picked up like Anna instructed the day of the tour. Castiel makes quick work of setting up his side of the room before adjusting his bed to the highest setting and climbing in with his new textbooks.

When he first joined the funeral major, the people he knew were thoroughly disturbed. It didn't get to him, though, since Gabriel and Balthazar are fine with it. In fact, Balthazar, his best friend, is even in the major with him. Those two are the ones who really matter to him after all. Grabbing large embalming book he purchased and settling into his bed he begins reading when the door flies open to reveal two boys bringing in a large amount of stuff. It would figure the guy would come just when he was about to relax.

"Damnit Sammy, I told you that you had too much shit!" The guy Castiel recognizes as Dean complains.

"Books are not shit, Dean! And stop calling me Sammy! I'm not a kid anymore!" The giant boy next to him groans, obviously younger despite his larger build. These are Dean and Sam Winchester, the guys Castiel and his brother will be spending the next four years rooming with, lord help him. "Oh, hey there!" Sam calls, pulling Castiel's attention from his thoughts. "I'm Sam Winchester, this idiot is my older brother. Sorry you'll be stuck with him." He grins, holding his hand out.

Castiel hesitates for a moment before shaking it. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sam." His eyes wonder to the elder brother, who is busy making a horrible mess on his side as he unpacks his things. "Is this…going to be a daily thing?" He asks, gesturing to the mess and making Sam laugh.

"His messes increase daily, if that is what you mean." Sam warns and Castiel just stares at the pile of clothing, magazines, and other paraphernalia now littering the floor. "Yeah, sorry man."

"I should be saying the same to you. Gabriel is my brother, and a proud prankster." Castiel mumbles, watching as Sam laughs a little.

"Yeah, I've pretty much figured that out already. He played, like, five pranks on Dean in the time it took us to bring my stuff up."

Upon hearing his name Dean turns to look at the two. "Are you going to stand here getting buddy-buddy with my roommate or are you going to go back to your own damn room and get shit done?"

Sam rolls his eyes. "Yes mother, I'm leaving." He sighs, bidding Castiel goodbye before heading out.

"Are you going to be as studious as you are making your brother?" Castiel asks, eying the man as he goes back to pulling more stuff out of the seemingly bottomless bags he brought.

"Not a chance in hell. Are you going to be a pranking asshole like your brother?"

"No, unlike either of you I am an adult." Castiel says, going back to his embalming book.

"What was-?" Dean's voice falters and Castiel looks up curiously to see the boy staring at his book. "Is that…embalming…?"

"Yes."

"Like…messing around with dead people?"

"It is not 'messing around with dead people', Winchester, it is preparing them to be viewed for their loved ones in an attempt to aid with the living's need for closure." Castiel corrects, annoyed at Dean's response. He should have known this idiot would be close minded like everyone else; assuming funeral service is all about playing with dead people.

"Huh…yeah, I guess that makes sense." Dean mumbles and just as Castiel begins to feel less annoyed with the guy's existence, said idiot strolls over to his side of the room and snatches the book right out of his hand.

"What are you doing?" Castiel asks, his voice level despite his growing urge to push Dean out the window.

"Checking out you're-whoa! Dude there are corpses in here!" Dean exclaims, looking through more pages. "Gross, man, gross."

"If it disgusts you so much then stop with the unnecessary commentary and return my book to me." Castiel says, holding his hand out.

"No way! I'm not done yet!"

"Don't you have some party to get drunk at?"

Dean looks over at him amused. "No, do you know of one?"

"Well…there's one at Crowley's…" Castiel offers, immediately regretting it when he sees Dean light up. Yes, he would love Dean to disappear for the night, but he's relatively sure the guy doesn't deserve to suffer through Crowley's existence. "You do not want to go there, though. He's an awful host and more likely than not you will end up on your ass in the front lawn, blacked out."

Dean smirks, picturing something Castiel most likely doesn't want to know. "Know this from experience?"

"Not first-hand experience. I had to collect a very drunk Gabriel from there last semester." Castiel explains and Dean laughs, obviously taking pleasure in the idea of Gabriel being abandoned on a stranger's lawn.

"Well when you get to 21 and do drink, I'm sure you will."

"I will be 21 in two months, Winchester, I assure you I have tasted alcohol."

Dean's mouth drops as he gapes at the boy in front of him. "What? Seriously? You're just so…small."

"So is my brother. We do not come from a tall family", mumbles Castiel, moving closer to take his book back. "Now return my book."

"Oh no, I'm still not done with this. Or you." Dean says, looking down at the boy sitting on the bed. "Is this not your first semester?"

"It is my second."

A confused look takes over Dean's features. "Your second? You came during the spring? But you're new to dorming as well."

"I am. Last semester I took online classes to get my Gen. Ed. Classes out of the way", explains Castiel, sitting back against the wall. "It was the best decision when I returned from Africa."

Dean's jaw practically drops. "Wait, you were in Africa?"

"That is correct."

"Why?"

"I was a missionary. It is required of those who grew up in the church", Castiel answers, growing annoyed with the questions. It's not that he dislikes telling people about himself, he simply doesn't like to explain that the Novak brothers were raised in a Catholic orphanage. "Now if you are done with the questions, finish with the book so I can return to reading it."

"What? You enjoy the corpses?" Dean mocks, laughing to himself for a moment before looking to Castiel and laughing a little, handing the book back. "I'm just kidding, no need to give me such a harsh look."

Realizing he's actually glaring at the guy, Castiel quickly looks down at the book. "Thank you."

Dean snickers, placing a hand on Castiel's head and ruffling up his hair. "You bible thumpers are pretty strange."

"I am not a bible thumper." Castiel mumbles under his breath, his annoyance apparently evident on his face once again.

"Man, you get offended way too easily."

"No, I do not. You are simply more offensive than the average person."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say buddy", mumbles Dean as he returns to his side of the room. "By the way…where does Crowley live?" He asks and Castiel rolls his eyes.

"If you want to go to that party, find your information elsewhere."

"Fine, I'll ask your brother then." Dean huffs, pulling out his phone to text Sam.

"Go ahead, just make sure your brother can get you in the middle of the night", warns Castiel, before looking at Dean. "Because I will not."

Green eyes widen, Dean obviously taken aback by the statement, before turning away from Castiel annoyed. "Good, I wouldn't want you to anyways."

"Wonderful, we agree."

"Fan-fucking-tastic."

A/N: This is my first Destiel. Sorry if it's not very good. I know I have other stuff to do, series' to finish, chapters on other things to write but my mind would physically NOT let me do ANYTHING until I wrote this. Like, seriously.