Not that Dean would ever admit that out loud. Dean rolls his eyes, though he can’t keep the fond smile off his face. “Reader, I kissed him,” Castiel replies, leaning over the table to give Dean a quick peck. Got another quote there, Shakespeare, or do I win this one?” It’s not sensual, exactly, though it’s certainly giving Dean ideas. There’s a sly expression on his face, and Dean can’t place it. “I guess I can live with that.”Ĭastiel winks at him. “I have an idea,” Castiel says, casually sipping his coffee, “But it’s a surprise.” “Say, what does the winner of this competition, get anyway?” He rocks back in the chair and taps his fingers against the tables. Maybe he can still wheedle something fun out of it, though. Dean’s gonna lose this one, and he knows it. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” Dean manages. It’s around number #30 that Dean feels himself start to lag and really has to work his brain. Cas says at least ten more famous literary quotes, and Dean counters them all with ease. Dean spits out the next quote, a Shakespeare one, and then things speed up. “It was a pleasure to burn,” Cas shoots back instantly. “So it goes,” He replies, raising an eyebrow to see what his boyfriend counters with. Cas really should know better than to bring up one of Dean’s favorite books. “All this happened, more or less,” Castiel counters. “The past is a foreign country they do things differently there.” “It a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”ĭean slips a sheet of notebook paper into his book before closing it and pushing it aside. “Shoulda known you would have gone for the book with the word ‘dick’ in the title first,” Cas remarks, which makes Dean sputter. “Call me Ishmael,” He says casually, accepting the challenge.
Of course, now it’s more fun because Dean knows how to entice Cas into a challenge, too, and sometimes their challenges delve firmly into rated-R territory, which Dean’s always up for.ĭean smirks. When they started dating right before spring break, it had only gotten worse. Even when they were just friends early freshman year, Cas had always thrown these challenges at Dean. “I bet I can recite pi to more digits than you, Dean”(Cas had won that one, technically, but neither of them are math people, so Dean’s not sure Castiel’s twelve digits actually count) or “Can you name the titles of every episode of Buffy in order?”(Dean had owned that one thoroughly). Because Cas can be one competitive bastard when he wants to be-it’s just always in the most nerdy ways. Dean thinks of it as his “selective competitiveness”. It’s still early enough in the day that the library is mostly empty, so Cas doesn’t even bother trying to keep his voice down.Ĭas does this sometimes. He just hasn’t decided exactly what he's writing on yet. There’s still a month before finals, but Dean’s writing his final paper for his English class on something in the Canterbury Tales. Cas is actually working on some paper-or so Dean assumes-while Dean makes his way through Chaucer’s story for the second time.
They’re in the library, supposedly studying. Dean glances up from his well-worn copy of The Canterbury Tales. “I bet I know more famous quotes from literature than you do,” Castiel says out of the blue.