“Do you want to have sex?” Castiel asks Dean Winchester as soon as the other boy gets out of the classroom.
Dean startles and looks around, like he’s wondering who Cas is talking to. When there is no one, his eyebrows jump up his forehead. He tapes a hand on his chest to ask for confirmation, and Castiel nods, clutching his history book to his chest.
“Do I want to have sex with you?”
Cas nods again, gulping and starting to second-guess his idea.
Dean gapes for a long moment, taken aback. Who could blame him when the weird kid that sits behind him in History class, and whom he’s shared maybe two words with in the entirety of his existence asks him something like this out of the blue?