"No game of Twenty Questions to get to know each other? Pity. That's what Reese made us do when we were first years. He wouldn't give me my toothbrush back until I played."

"He got you to play by stealing your toothbrush?" Cas asks, surprised.

"Don't look at me like that," Salem glowers. "Cavities are disgusting."

"They also hurt."

Salem gives him a look as if he doesn't know what Cas is talking about.

"So you and Topher are roommates?"

"Well, I wouldn't have gone to seek him out for fun. He thinks that, because we're roommates, we have some kind of brotherly bond or something."

If that were true, what would that mean for Cas and Sebastian? Would they be friends? Cas' ability makes it difficult to build real friendships. Once they know that Cas could've been manipulating them the entire time, they usually run away. From experience, it's usually because they think that Cas can steal their goodness or something. You can't steal something you've never had.

"Who's Mr. Photographer?" Salem asks.

"Hmm?"

"Who's your roommate?"

"Oh, it's Sebastian."

Salem's eyes widen, "Sebastian as in the guy that threw you to the mat in Training?"

"Yup."

Salem laughs, "That's hilarious! You literally sleep five feet away from a literal walking torch."

"How is this funny?" Cas asks, then mutters, "He'll probably light me on fire while I sleep."

"I wouldn't put it past him." Salem shrugs. "The dude's way too popular and liked to be anything but trouble."

"How cynical of you to say." Cas retorts. Pot. Kettle.

"It's called a realistic worldview. Try it sometime. It really opens your eyes."

Cas is already cynical. He's also anxious, and skittish, and some might say a tad bit insane. He's already a mess, let's not add more to the list just yet.

It's long past after Salem leaves and the sun goes down when the dorm room door opens to reveal Sebastian. Cas is just getting out of the shower, hair damp, in a T-shirt and sweats.

"I thought you weren't going to show," Cas says clearing off his bed of his homework. It's long past curfew, and Cas never saw his roommate as one who didn't follow the rules like a stickler. "What were you up to?"

"It's none of your business," Ash growls. The kind and laid back persona is gone, replaced by someone cruel and menacing. What luck did Cas have to be paired up with him? None, that's what.

"Well, unless you want me to tell the main office that you're sliding into your room at 11:32 at night, I'd suggest you entertain me," Cas says. This is the exact argument that Remy's been using on him for years. If there's a way out of it, he would know.

"Go tell them, the new kid is already lying to get other kids in trouble. They'd probably think you're doing it because you're jealous that I beat you. Your ego must've taken a hit."

Cas stands corrected.

Ash sets his stuff down beside his bed and shrugs his jacket off. He's dressed in a blue button-down shirt and some blue jeans. His golden hair that is in desperate need of trim has curled at the ends from how straight it was this morning.

He's dressed awfully snazzy for someone hanging around a school campus all day...

"Come on," Cas tries again. He's bored and curious. Maybe all of his curiosity can kill Lylir. It's worth a shot. "How about if I guess it, you'll tell me if I get it right."

"I have to take a shower," Ash turns to enter the bathroom, but Cas blocks the doorway like a starfish.

"Not until I guess."

Ash groans and rolls his eyes. He snarls, "Fine."

"You snuck out of campus to go on a date."

Ash frowns.

"You sang karaoke."

"The day you see me sing karaoke is the day the world has come to an end."

"You're a secret assassin on a mission."

"Be real."

"You snuck out to visit the clubs."

"And do what? Dull my senses like an idiot? Sorry, I don't want to be you."

Cas frowns. "That's rude."

"The truth hurts."

"Trust me, I know," Cas says, quietly. He steps out of the way, no longer in the mood. "Have fun with your shower."

Cas curls into his bed, facing the wall.

"Uh ...er..." Ash clears his throat. "Is it something I said?"

Is he actually worried that he hurt Cas' feelings? Cas caresses Ash's head with his ability. A lot of his memories are in a different language, probably because English isn't his first. Though, you wouldn't know that with his lack of an accent. Cas decides Ash is somewhat concerned, but he doesn't really care if Cas is alright. Figures.

Cas hears Ash stand there in silence for a bit before, "Okay, then...Well, goodnight." Ash quietly shuts the door to the bathroom, and Cas lays alone.

For him to care that Cas' mood changed was actually pretty considerate. He wonders if Ash is somewhat a decent person. With a lack of social skills when he isn't fooling a crowd of everyone else.

Maybe he's a decent person that just doesn't know how to handle a stranger invading his personal space. Of course, he has flaws. I mean, he has a cat. That says a lot about someone.

Salem likes cats, but Salem is pretty morbid already, so is that really a surprise?

Dogs are cute. Why can't everyone just love dogs? Except for chihuahuas; they're gross.

Dragons are perfect, though. No flaws, whatsoever.

Cas really, really, wants a dragon.

With that thought, Cas drifts to sleep.