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Who: Dean and Caleb
Where: Art class
When: Morning

It was strange, being back at school again, but a few days into it and Dean was beginning to feel like he was catching up. Even though they'd had a half day yesterday - maybe because of that. Maybe it was just all an illusion and the reality was that with the disruption of the last few days everyone else wasn't fully up to speed either and it was all just evening out. He'd spent a lot of yesterday afternoon catching up on the sleep he hadn't got the night before and he was feeling better for it today as he headed into the one class he actually enjoyed and sat himself down at the usual table, dropping his bag on the floor and grabbing his art pad.

Caleb was already there, and glanced up when Dean arrived. He upnodded in greeting, head propped on his hand as he sketched lightly on his own notebook. Nothing he was drawing had much form today, and he didn't figure that was going to get any better. Some days you just couldn't draw. He was feeling like that. But he had to at least look like he was pretending to be productive--thus the freeform sketching that wasn't anything special.

Dean hunched down a little more in his chair, stretching his legs out under the table, his chair faced as much away from the girls on the next table as he could - they were his one downer in this class, but he blamed himself for that. If he hadn't been so bloody stupid as to ask one of them out in the first place, then there wouldn't be an issue, would there? But at least they didn't try so hard to listen into conversation anymore, which worked for him. He turned to the page in his sketch book he'd been working with lately - working out colourings and fine detail for the mural he was painting in Thia's room. "So - I went to see Joshua yesterday. And came away without new bruises, so no problems there," he said, by way of an opener.

That was still a little twinge of a sore spot with Caleb. He still had that internal belief that the reason Dean hadn't wanted him to even be someplace nearby was because he wasn't trusted anymore. But he didn't say that. Instead, he paused, pencil leaving the page as he looked across at Dean. "That's a plus." he offered. "How did he take it?" he asked. He wasn't imagining 'well' was on the table for possibilities, but one never knew. At least it hadn't gotten violent.

"Quietly, and then told me I knew where the door was, so - yeah. Better than I would have expected? ...Better than I would have," Dean admitted after a moment. Or, maybe not - it would have depended on the person what his reaction would be, but better than he would have wanted to take it. But then again, in Dean's life what he wanted and what he allowed himself to do had always been very different things.

Caleb shrugged one shoulder. "Guess that's as good as you can expect." he said. He didn't know how he'd react either, but then he didn't think he ran in circles where anyone would actually do that. If someone was spending time with any of his exes, they weren't going to come tell him about it. They were going to go off and do their own shit, and that was it. But then again, he had also tended towards very solitary females. Nic fell into that category as well. He just dated girls who had no interest in having friends, or whatever. Or, that was what it seemed like.

"That's what I'm figuring. there's not really a good way to say that - and it wasn't like I was going to apologise for anything." Which he'd felt like he should have done at some points, just because he always had that drive to take blame, but he wasn't going to, not for this. he dropped his eyes back to the page and picked up a purple pencil, shading in one section of the page.

Caleb went back to lightly scribbling, but not actually doing anything productive. "You shouldn't have to." he said. But then Caleb had tried pushing Dean towards something with Thia for a long time before it happened, so he'd been of a mind they should be together for ages now. "You might want to apologize for having to listen to you two in the locker room, but that's to me, not to what's-his-name." he added in there casually.

Dean stopped, mid-line, his eyes flicking up to his friend. He left it for a moment or two before answering. He knew they'd been heard, of course, that wasn't news, though he was rather more self-conscious about it in the light of day than he'd been at the time. "Yeah, well... yeah," he managed. he wasn't sorry about it, well, not about the act. Maybe he was a little sorry Caleb had been there to overhear.

Smirking, Caleb kept half an eye on his friend. "Yeah well yeah. Articulate." he noted, sounding amused. Not that he'd expected Dean to be anything but stoic or silent about it. "You know for what you had to be up to in there, and for as many different choruses that came through, you'd think there'd be a little detail that could be dropped." he added conversationally.

Dean gave his friend a Look, then dropped his eyes back to his page and started drawing again. "Sorry, mate - you don't get to live vicariously today," he said, equally conversationally. He never really understood Caleb's quest for the details of his sex life - it'd always made Dean slightly uncomfortable when his friends back home had split that stuff. It was private, you didn't share details of that kind of thing. Generalities, maybe, but not details. Then again, Dean got edgy even with generalities sometimes.

Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Caleb flipped to a new page to start doodling nothing in particular. "Can't blame me for trying. You realize most people would be handing out details at the first opportunity, right?" he asked, starting to draw one of the little shadow demons he generally drew. At least it was easy,and maybe he could convince himself to do something more in depth.

"Would they?" Dean asked, knowing that at least some of his friends would heve been doing. "Guess I'm not most people - never really saw the attraction of that. I mean - do you really want to get details letting you imagine your friends in those kind of positions?" he joked, smirking slightly as he looked across.

Caleb might have said something about being more interested in imagining the girl, but didn't figure Dean would take that terribly well. Not with as touchy as he got over her. Plus, he didn't want to give any indication that he was interested in Lullaby--he wasn't. She was a sweet girl and all...but that pretty much made her not his type to begin with. "Maybe it just spreads good ideas around." he suggested. "Anyhow...Nic. You've now met her. If you're not going to tell me anything about what I had to sit there listening to, then at least give me your assessment there."

Dean chuckled a little at that and relaxed slightly, shaking his head a bit. Okay, he could buy ideas. Hell, what they'd been up to wasn't anything that he would have thought of before it came up anyhow so, yeah, he could buy spreading round ideas. In theory. "The showers are good," he said, in the end, giving Caleb that much, though he couldn't meet the guy's eyes as he admitted that. Caleb probably wouldn't think it was much detail at all, but it was more than the flat nothing that Dean would normally give and he concentrated hard on his design as he moved quickly onto his out: Nic. "She seems cool. A little... abrasive?" he offered, really kind of wanting to come out and say 'so very much not my type at all' to put Caleb's mind at rest about that, but at the same time, not wanting to offend the guy about his taste in women either. And anyway, he knew what Caleb had said: it wasn't anything to do with him, so whether Nic was Dean's type or not was irrelevant, wasn't it?

The showers. That was a nice little detail. And sure, he could have figured that on his own, but he was glad he'd gotten something. "And yeah, she is." he agreed. Couldn't combat that logic. Nic was abrasive. Hell, the girl prided herself on being abrasive. It was what she did. She pissed people off, and made people uncomfortable. Under the surface she was better, but still.

"I, er... Tell me she's not had a lot of exposure to what's out there," Dean said, after a pause, deciding that it was best just to not bring up the 'not my type' subject at all. It wouldn't help anything, and it could possibly harm them, so he'd keep that to himself. So, he moved on to another subject that probably needed to be handled delicately. Damn - they were just all over the place today, weren't they?

Arching a brow, Caleb looked mildly confused for a second. "...why?" he asked, since Dean seemed to need the affirmation for some reason. It was in the tone, and the way it was worded. "She hasn't had a lot...I showed her what I do, there were the ghosts, and the rampage on the full moon, but that's about it..." he laid out for Dean slightly warily.

Dean nodded, internally relieved with the confirmation, though he didn't outwardly show that, not with the way that Caleb got cautious. He just hoped he could explain where he was at with this without offending his friend. "Just... She throws around comments about violence easily. I just - it seemed that she was at a different place about that shit than you or I are. And, y'know, she is, so that's fine." But if she'd been knee deep in violence and death and still had that attitude, Dean'd be worried.

Opening his mouth for a moment, Caleb was going to speak, but then thought better of it, shutting his mouth again. He gave a few moments to consider what Dean said. "She's inherently kind of violent." he said first. "But I think it's a defense mechanism." he added, because that was important. "I think she's a girl who's got a lot of issues, a lot of anger built up, and she's about as cynical as I am. So...that's how it comes out."

Dean really really didn't want to ask the question which came to mind, not sure that he could phrase it in any way that was guaranteed to be acceptable, so, for now, he didn't say anything at all, just nodding slightly, less than half of his attention on his pad as he looked over at Caleb, though not meeting his eyes, just in his general direction, trying to decide what to do.

Caleb had been waiting for a response, and he didn't get one. Plus, with Dean not quite looking at him, he knew something was up. It wasn't like Dean was terribly subtle. "If you've got something to say, say it." he said finally, sounding tired. He didn't feel like he should have to goad people into saying shit. Especially not a friend. But then, it twitched in deep again, and he had to wonder if it had anything to do with the half-demon thing. Probably. Would Dean have hesitated a few weeks ago?

Dean was still twitching and he stopped drawing altogether, tapping his pencil on the paper for a few moments as he tried to decide what to say - since now he'd been called on it, he clearly had to say something. "I... Have no idea how to put this," he admitted, cringing slightly. "I mean, she seems cool and everything, I just - that... if that's her defense mechanism, I mean... It seems... Random. Like - not focused. And - there's potential... For badness. is all I'm saying," he tried, half expecting the reaction to that to be really bad and gearing up for damage control ahead of time.

Caleb looked away for a few long moments, not sure what to say to it. There was twitching going on, on a few levels, but he didn't know how to express that or if he should at all. So, he gave himself a few minutes. "She's not like that all the time." he said, because she wasn't. But...well. She was like that most of the time. It was just when they were alone, and such that she knocked it off. "I don't think she'd do anything stupid." he added, though he knew that wasn't the best answer he could possibly give.

Dean nodded, actually accepting that answer. "Good. You know her better than I do. I just... I worry," he admitted, which his friend knew. He worried, but he also trusted Caleb's opinion, so hearing that assuaged some of that worry - at lest for now. He could put a cap on it whilst he got to know the girl better. "I just - as long as... Like, I dunno, I was thinking that if she's like that and if it's her defence reaction, I just... With what you're going to need to tell her..." he trailed off, not going anywhere near details with that. Caleb knew what he meant. And he wasn't bringing Thia into this at this stage, not until things were more certain, he could trust Caleb with a lot of things, trust his opinion on a lot of things, he could trust him to keep Nic away from Thia even, as he had done the other night, but he couldn't trust Caleb's opinion blindly enough to risk Thia on it. He had to be sure himself first. And even then, there'd be caution. He'd been wrong before.

That gave Caleb pause, and he sighed. "I don't think she'd be able to get the drop on me fast enough, if it came to that. But then again, this is a town where you can walk down to the shop and get hunting rifles no problem and..." That would take him down fast. It was just how his life went. He had to assume the worst, know that it was in fact, possible for people he knew, trusted and liked, that they'd want to kill him at some point. And that was a depressing thought, in general.

Dean considered this, then pulled a slight face, slumping lower in his chair. "God - it's just bad that my first thought to that is that she doesn't know how to shoot yet, isn't it?" he said, lowering his voice slightly. That was just screwed.

"No, it's probably bad that my first thought is that you don't need to be an expert with a rifle. Or a shotgun." Caleb said. He sighed and crossed his arms on the table, dropping his head down onto them. "What's bad is the fact that I have to sit here and seriously consider that in the first fucking place." he pointed out. "And that I had to with you too, and anyone else I might call friend who happens to find out about it."

Dean leaded forward and poked Caleb in the arm lightly with the end of his pencil. "Well, you're not the only one who does that," he pointed out. "Clearly." Dean's difference was that he didn't think that way for his own sake.

Caleb looked up. "What, I'm not the only one who thinks that way because you do, or you have to worry about people possibly offing you?" he asked, tone light, quiet. "Because sorry, but I think comparatively speaking, you versus me, I've got a hell of a lot more to worry about." he said. Shorting things out versus having demonic heritage? Yeah. Different things.

"Thinks that way," Dean clarified, trying not to take offence to Caleb's words, and not pointing out that, comparatively speaking, more things had tried to kill him lately than Caleb. He knew what the guy meant, so he wasn't going to be pedantic about shit. And, if they were talking personal stuff, then yes, what wasn't 'normal' about Dean wasn't a patch on what wasn't 'normal' about Caleb. It was just what Dean surrounded himself with that made the difference there, but a lot of people would say that was just choice.

He shrugged one shoulder, and looked away again. He didn't figure much he had to say at current would be spectacularly helpful. And his twitching wasn't necessarily directed at Dean, so he didn't want to take it out on him. So, he wasn't going to. It just also meant he was left with less to say around now. He wasn't the best conversationalist in the world to begin with, so he was a bit at a loss.

Dean looked down, wishing he'd never brought the subject up in the first place, since it'd led to the badness he'd been worried about. Maybe not exactly the way he'd thought it would, but still, all the same, things were off now. "Sorry," he offered, not entirely sure what he'd done wrong, or said wrong, but knowing that he had.

There was another shrug, and Caleb looked back at Dean. "It's not like you hurt my delicate feelings." he said. Mostly he'd just trod on a nerve, and it wasn't even one he felt that justified being pissed about or anything of the kind. So, while he wasn't in a stellar mood now, he didn't want Dean thinking it was his fault. Wasn't exactly fair. And really, he didn't want to give an excuse for them to possibly get more distant. Dean was his friend, he didn't have many of those, and he didn't really want to have one less. "Just...whatever. Ignore me."

Unfortunately, whilst once Dean might have actually gone that route, he'd learned better by now and he didn't do so well with ignoring shit. But, they were also in class, and it wasn't like they could talk openly about things either. It didn't make for a particularly good choice. It was his own fault for bringing up a subject he knew would be sensitive in an environment like this. It was just all his own fault. "For now. I just... Okay," he finally said, swallowing it all down and turning over his page to start sketching out another picture, one he knew would be dark, given his sudden onslaught of guilt.

Caleb let the silence stretch out for a few minutes, letting himself dial back everything going on in his head. Then he shifted, flipped to a new page as well, and started to properly draw. "Anyways..." he started, not even sure where to go from there, just knowing he wanted to move past the twitching.

Dean's strokes on the clean page were deep, certain, hard black and he was frowning slightly as he gave his full attention to the quickly-appearing figure. "Yeah," he agreed, not looking at Caleb as he finished off the first figure - the by now familiar fallen angel, only this time with a cloth over its mouth, and started on a smaller figure in the background. He really wasn't a very subtle guy. "I, er... yeah." he wasn't sure where to take things from there.

Caleb watched his friend drawing, noting the way his posture had changed and the concentration he was putting into it looked. "I don't really want shit to be all fucked now." he said. "I'm just twitching today. In general. I'll get over it." He didn't know if Dean would, at least, when it came to him, but he wasn't going there. Not out loud.

Dean shrugged a shoulder. "Doesn't matter - was stupid saying anything here anyway. Forget it. Should know better," he muttered, just loud enough to hear. It wasn't Caleb's fault - Dean'd brought it up in the first place. There were lots of things he could have said about Nic that weren't going near his potential issues there.

"It's fine." Caleb said. "I brought the subject up in the first place." Since he'd brought up Nic, and that had led in. "So, just forget about it. We both will, and it'll be fine." Or so he said. That was his story, and he was sticking to it, because he didn't think he wanted to be handling weirdness with Dean right now.

Dean shook his head. "No - I... If there's stuff, I don't wanna just forget it, y'know? I've done that with people in the past, I don't want that kind of friendship again. We haven't had it so far, I don't - I don't want to get into that kind of habit, y'know? So, if there's stuff, I don't want to just sweep it under the rug. But - I gotta learn time and place," he admitted, pulling a slight face as he finally looked over.

Caleb quirked a faint half smile. "Well, all of it's new on me, so you're going to have to be patient in general. As for time and place..." he shrugged. "There isn't always a perfect time or place. Shit could explode before we even hit the end of the school day." he pointed out. And not in the way of snow, but that was something too. As far as he could tell there, even the locals were phased there.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine - some place that's not in the middle of art class then," he amended. "When we don't have to watch that we don't... swear in front of teacher," he added, not meaning that particular thing being the thing that they needed to watch. "And - I'm not known for being patient, but I'm told I'm really forgiving, so that'll have to do you."

There was a faint laugh there and Caleb nodded, sitting back again. "Guess it will." he said. It had worked so far, he supposed. At least in theory. It worked until you decided to get truthful. Which he was still thinking played in. It made him want to tell Nic less, but at the same time, he didn't know if he could put it off forever, especially when he'd told her that he was going to tell her, and that he wanted to. She knew there was a secret being kept, end of story. And now he was getting a headache.

Dean nodded. "Good, fine - and... Shit'll take care of itself. It keeps exploding and the world hasn't ended yet, so I'm calling that good." Even with ghosts around everywhere. They could talk, it just might not be straight away.

I'm not. Caleb thought, but he didn't say. It was an especially pessimistic point of view, after all, and he knew he really didn't need to go there, really. It wasn't necessary, he could be wrong, and hadn't they both been brought down enough already today? He thought so. "You do that. I'll sit and be paranoid, but that's no different than usual." he said, tone good natured.

"Right, no difference than usual." Except that Caleb didn't usually go so far as to assume the world would end. But, Dean could deal with that - he was trying to be upbeat, damnit. It was better than concentrating on just how much of a screw up he really was.

"'Course." Caleb said. "Worst case scenario, that's just the way my head works." Which was a blessing and a curse sometimes. It meant he wasn't the cheeriest motherfucker in the room, that was for damn sure. It also just meant sometimes he brought himself down into dark thoughts. He had an over abundance of dark thoughts though. Really, they were always there, beneath the surface.

Dean chuckled slightly. "Glad I'm not that kind of psychic then," he joked, just loud enough for Caleb and only Caleb to hear. The inside of his friend's head must be a scary, scary place, that was for certain and whilst some times Dean really wished he had a much more useful ability than the one he'd been lumbered with, he could certainly see the downsides of being a telepath.

"You're not the only one." Caleb said in return, smirking. Really he would be vastly uncomfortable with anyone being able to read him. Either his thoughts, or his emotions...a lot of that psychic bullshit. He would feel violated, and really, he'd spent time in his life feeling like that, so he didn't like the idea of it happening again, on new and exciting levels.

"She seemed okay though," Dean offered, going right back to the start of the topic. "Nic. Really. Very... you," he joked, hoping that Caleb would take the comment the right way. That was one thing he'd been certain of. Nic might not be his kind of a girl, but he could see why Caleb might like her. They just had very different types.

It made Caleb laugh. "yeah, we're pretty..." he paused, trying to find a word. "Compatible." In a lot of ways. But Dean didn't get into any of his details, Caleb wasn't getting into any either. "So yes, me. I guess. we were meant to be kind of...taking things without strings, but turns out, I'm not very good at that. Neither is she, she's already bugging to just say fuck it and go forward with shit, but..." He was trying to do the right thing. That just didn't make it easy.

"...There's that big block in the way," Dean ended, already knowing what that was. he shrugged. "Maybe it won't come to that. maybe she'll change her mind, think it's not that vital," he suggested, offering Caleb that potential out. It wasn't one that he would ever condone taking if it was him, but he had much less strict rules for his friends. And he was very forgiving of them. He'd understand if Caleb took the out.

"She knows there's shit there." Caleb said. "She knows. And even if she went ahead with everything else? It'd be there. She's a smarter girl than she lets on. It would bug, and eventually it would crash and burn everything, just because it would bug. It would be just as destructive that way. Only possibly more because it would take longer, and we might be far more invested in things by then..." he said, already having thought things through.

Dean had to wonder who it would bug more - since Caleb had clearly thought about this - but he didn't ask. It was just a silent observation. "Yeah, well - if you need me, you know I have your back. If I can lend a hand or anything, when it comes down to it..." he said, not wanting to come out and blatantly say 'if you want me around to make sure she's not going to pull that shotgun on you, I can do that'. But the offer was there.

"Thanks." he said. "Mostly I think that I just need...I don't know. To figure out the best way of saying things. You said the way I did with you wasn't the way to go, so...I just don't know." Caleb admitted. He was at a loss. He didn't know how to pull the punch. His version to Dean had been the way he considered pulling said punch and he'd been told it didn't work out so well.

"We can work at working things out, if you want," Dean offered, which was much more preferable than having to stand guard dog when he wouldn't like the result if things went wrong. He really wanted this to work out for his friend, for Caleb's own sake as well though. The guy deserved a break as far as Dean was concerned.

"Just...do me a favor and think about it, and just let me know if anything comes to mind." Caleb said, not sure what else to say. He didn't want a fucking script, he merely wanted to figure out the best way to tell her to minimize damage...that, knowing full well she could go off the deep end, be fantastically afraid of him from there out, and...yeah. There was bad. Did anyone mention the bad? Oh right, he had.

"Already doing that," Dean assured him. "And I will - and I'm here if you need to use me as a sounding board, or... whatever, 'kay mate?" he added wanting Caleb to know that he had Dean's full support there, though he assumed the guy already knew that. He hoped he did, anyhow. Dean didn't give friendship easily, but when he did, he meant it. Okay, sure, there was the Andy situation, but he'd been an idiot there - and three years old, so... His friendship rules still generally stood.

"Thanks. Though to be honest, I really don't at all have even a start point. Just...I know that I need to come up with something. That's it." Caleb admitted. "It's kind of one of those things that I just have no real perspective on, I guess. Where I really just...can't quite grasp shit the way I'm supposed to." That's what it felt like. He'd thought he'd done an okay job with Dean, but that hadn't been the case. So, he had nothing.

"Give it time? Maybe something'll come up," Dean suggested, trying to be supportive there. He wasn't sure what else he could do, he just knew that Caleb's way of explaining things was so entirely negative that it was basically asking for someone to freak out. Dean just thought that was a recipe for disaster - especially with someone like Nic who had shown tendencies towards a fall back position of violence.

Caleb gave a little rueful half smile before he looked back down to his drawing. "Yeah, haven't really come up with anything in seventeen years...not that hopeful for any fantastic ideas to hit now." he said. "But thanks anyways. For thinking about it at all." It wasn't like it was Dean's problem. He paused for a long moment. "If worst comes to worst--just claim ignorance."

Dean frowned slightly. "Who - you or me?" he asked, wondering what the guy meant by that one.

"You." Caleb said, glancing over again. "If freaking out happens, and anything worse comes about...if she asks you, you didn't know." he said, spelling it out. He'd thought it had been obvious, but then again, he thought a lot of things were obvious that weren't. Like the world going to hell thing, a lot of people still wanted to believe everything was going to be alright.

The frowned was still there - it even deepened a little as Dean tried to wrap his head around that concept. "Er... no," he told his friend. He wouldn't leave the guy like that, no matter what. He'd keep Caleb's secret, but he wasn't going to deny he ever knew it just to make his life easier. Especially not when telling that he knew might help out in some small way. He didn't understand why he would do that - or, okay, yes, he could understand why some people would do that, but he wasn't some people - or how Caleb thought he was the kind of person who would do that.

Of course Dean was going to be difficult about this. He set his pencil down, and focused his attention on his friend. "Dean, if things go really badly, you having any connection to it whatsoever puts you into question." he said. "If it got out farther than her, and got to really the wrong people, then we're talking shit could get very bad very fast, and if that happens, it could splash back not just on you, but your family." His tone was light. "On other people you care about. I don't really like the idea of you and yours getting slammed by some fucked up guilt by association ideas, and trust me, people are prone to it."

Dean looked back stubbornly. "And if it's going to get that bad, then people are going to do guilt by association just because we're friends," he pointed out, using the 'reasonable' tone of voice he'd learned from Thia. "And maybe me not playing dumb could stop it from going that far. Look, if we plan ahead, take precautions..." God, now he was beginning to sound like Oz. Though maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. There were worse people to sound like in life than the werewolf, or so Dean thought. But still, he knew how worried he'd been being on the receiving end of that kind of speech.

"Not if you didn't know. Because if you didn't, then you're just some guy who got fooled the whole time. If you knew, then that's willfully helping..." he trailed off. He'd been going to say 'the damned' but didn't think that was the best thing to say in their current environment. "I'd feel better if I knew you just kept plausible deniability."

"I'm not that good a liar," Dean told him, falling back on that excuse rather than going into the fact that he couldn't not have his friend's back, or ever forgive himself if he walked away when he was needed.

"...might want to start working on that." Caleb said, sighing. When things got bad, he might need the skill. Might need to learn to walk away. Not that Caleb himself was any good at that, not really. But still. He remembered telling Dean before that he was too much of a fucking boyscout. That was true here too. Shit.

"Would prefer to work on your shit - then mine won't be needed," Dean replied, smoothly for once as he went back to his initial drawing, feeling rather more stable again. If they could get Caleb's approach sorted out, then the guy's 'plan' about Dean would never have to be discussed further. It was a step round, more than anything else, but hopefully one that would be taken.

Internally, Caleb rolled his eyes. I could have the best fucking approach in the world, dumbass, and it could still not matter at fucking all. Because people are stupid, panicky creatures and they don't listen very fucking well. How about you don't blow off my entire plight here just because you don't want to have to think about things going bad? It could. End of story. he thought, and looked pointedly away. When the fuck was class over with, anyways? He was feeling the need for a walk. The 'cut out of school' kind of walk.

Dean lifted his eyes from the page slightly, enough to see that Caleb was looking away - and, apparently, doing so on purpose. He bit back a sigh and lowered his gaze to the page once more. Apparently they were done talking. Well, fine then - he'd just fill in the rest of the time in class with actual work. And next time he tried to talk to the guy about anything, he'd use his brain and actually pick a spot where they could actually and properly talk without having to be worried about being overheard. That would be the smart thing to do. Eventually, maybe, Dean hoped, he'd grow a brain.