To say you didn't hit off well with Castiel at first was an understatement.

Oh, you hated him, hated him with a burning passion. That hot topic hair dyed rockstar wannabe never settled well with you.

To be fair, he didn't make efforts to be nice either. Your way of being, all nice and understanding, always ticked him off.

Often was it that Lysander had to keep you two from getting physical with each other, you always looked ready go full on with him and walk out limping.

So, you ask yourself, what would happen when Lysander wasn't around to mediate those fights?

Chaos, right?

... well, it should have been.

[...]

At a second, you two were arguing in the attic of his house, where he kept all his and Lys' instruments, next you were staring at each other with some really weird tension around.

You weren't really sure of why, if it was just your teenage hormones messing with your head or anything of the kind.

Witchcraft!

"You know, I've always found you to be quite beautiful..." It settled like a brick falling right on top of your head.

What could you do? Or say? Kiss him? Slap his face off? Mock reply?

This is all too weird...