He was the epitome of perfection. Everything about him was perfect from his dark locks with the blue tips and his beautiful tattooed skin, down to his bright sparkling eyes and his deep alluring voice. Dean couldn't help but envision the glorious boy with a sense of admiration and a touch of jealousy.
Dean bobbed his head happily along as he walked to class listening to his favorite band in the entire world. The band was a small band, not really heard of outside of their small area of Lawrence. This band went by the name of 'The Fallen Angels'.
All three of the bands members were known famously throughout the school and were glorified by everyone as they walked down the halls of the tiny school. There wasn't a single person in that school who didn't know their names. Dean was sure that one day The Fallen Angels would become the new Black Veil Brides or AC-DC of his generation.
Arm's laden with heavy books Dean hummed quietly to himself as he walked into his calculous class and sat at his desk.
As the teacher walked into the class room Dean took the loud metal music out of his ears and put away his headphones. He always hated when he had to turn off his music. He loved school (Well he liked the learning part of school. Not the people part of it) but music would always win over school in Dean's books. Dean swore that The Fallen Angel's music was literally written and blessed by angel's themselves. Being the nerd that he was, most people didn't expect him of all people to listen to that sort of music so no one ever really talked with him about it. (Not that many people talked to him anyways)
Dean leaned over to pull his books from his bag as other children bustled and chattered around him.
He pushed his thin black wire framed glasses up the bridge of his nose as he heard a group of girls talking excitedly.
Dean's head almost snapped up when he heard a name that he could never forget. The girls had mentioned 'his'name so Dean immediately began to eaves drop on the conversation going on behind him.
"Isn't his voice just beautiful?" One girl, by the name of Hannah chirped cheerfully.
"Oh God yes, and that ass is to die for!" Another girl, Ruby, chimed in.
"What about his eyes and those tattoos!" A third girl, Anna, purred.
Ruby moaned softly and said, "Don't forget about his brother too."
They all swooned as they ran down the list of perks each band member had to offer.
"Are you going to their concert tonight after school?" Hannah asked excitedly.
"I want to go so badly! My mom won't let me out of the house, because I'm supposed to be 'grounded' or something from tonight until Monday morning…" Ruby said with tears in her voice.
"I'm going!" Anna exclaimed excitedly.
"Bitch." Ruby snapped in what seemed a playful manner, but Dean knew it was anything but friendly. Almost all the girls in this school were utter assholes who all had a stick of self-righteousness shoved up their asses.
The girls laughed the insult off, pretending not to know it was an insult, but Dean knew they would find a way to stab Ruby in the back for that somehow for that.
From the corner of his eye, Dean could see Anna jumping up and down in excitement only to rub it into Ruby's face some more.
All at once the class grew incredibly quiet. Dean didn't even have to look towards the door to know who had just walked in.
It had to be him. Dean looked up and saw the lead singer and guitarist of The Fallen Angels. It was Castiel Novak in all his glory.
Dean could hear girls behind him swooning in delight and guys looking on in jealousy. He had to fight hard not to swoon along with them. Cas was just so damn attractive!
Holding in his reaction, all Dean could think was, 'I wish he would notice me.'
Dean knew this would never happen though. He had never said more than ten words to Castiel since the day they met in Pre-K. Dean had always shown an interest in Castiel and his mystical blue eyes but was usually too afraid to say anything to him. Since Cas showed no interest in talking with him either Dean just assumed that he wasn't interested in friendship or anything else between them. Dean had to just settle for watching him instead. (That's totally not creepy or anything though… Or… at least that's what he always tells himself.)
To distract himself, Dean worked on his ever present pile of homework and classwork while day dreaming of one day standing on stage beside Castiel fist in the air, belting out lyrics to one of those perfect songs of their.
Dean's mind began to wander, like it often did before class started. He started to think about the concert that was taking place that night. The tickets had been so cheap only fifteen bucks pop. He was sure that at least half the students at their school of 500 students were going to be there. A smile spread across Dean's face as he realized that he would get to be one of those people out there watching Cas.
He wondered what it felt like to be up on that stage with hundreds of fan screaming your name. Sometimes he just wished that he could feel what that was like for just a day. Have people adoring his, instead of tripping his in the halls or knocking loose books from his arms. People would actually like to hang around with him, instead of being embarrassed that they had to stand in the same room or breathe the same air.
Dean sighed quietly to himself as he cursed his over active imagination. It only made him upset when he thought about it too much.
No one knew of his obsession with this band, not that he really had anyone to tell anyways other than his little brother Sammy, but Dean didn't say anything about it to him. He was worried that Sam would judge him for his music choice since his brother usually only listened to modern pop. Everyone just assumed that he listened to like classical music since he was a nerd and all.
He thanked God that it was almost the end of the week. He never got much homework on Thursday nights so he was able to go to this concert. If it had been basically any other night of the week Dean would have been sitting at a desk at home inevitably studying for some test or completing a long list of school assignments by the dim light of his desktop lamp.
Now all he had to do is make up some story for Sammy and sneak out for the night. It was just for a few hours, right? No one would really take much notice. Everyone needed just a few hours to go out and have some run right?
"Mr. Winchester?"
Dean was pulled from his thoughts as his teacher; Crowley walked over to his desk and practically stood over him and glowered down at him with that ever present sneer on his face.
"Huh?" Dean said in confusion as he looked up at the bitter teacher who seemed to hate him for some reason.
"Are you finished living in your little fantasy world?"
Dean blushed a deep shade of red as he stuttered, "I-uh yeah… sorry sir."
He cast his eyes downwards at the desk, feeling the eyes of everyone around him staring. Just what he needed, another reason to be made fun of… Great. Nervously, Dean reached up and pushed his glass back up his face as they slid down the bridge of his nose.
From across the room Cas said in a whisper loud enough for everyone to hear, "Who the hell wouldn't rather be in a fantasy world in this class."
That quickly pulled fits of giggles from nearly every girl in the class. Of course perfect Castiel would have a witty comment to make everyone laugh at. Dean was surprised that Cas was actually defending him about something. Most people just let it happen and didn't bother to help Dean out at all. They just cast him sideways glances and kept on walking.
"Mr. Novak? Would like to share your input with the class?" Crowley asked, giving the rock star a hard glare.
"Nah, I'm good." Cas said as he leaned back in his desk chair and put his arms behind his head. Dean's heart seemed to freeze momentarily as Castiel's flashed once in his direction.
Crowley nearly growled with anger. If there was one person Crowley hated more than him, it was Cas. "Do you enjoy being in detention Mr. Novak?"
"I like it more than here." Cas challenged. "Ellen is much nicer than you are."
Dean thought he saw fire flying from Crowley's eyes as he glared Cas down. "If you like her so much, why don't you go give her a visit? I'm sure she would love it. I will even write you a detention slip."
Some of the students gave Crowley a nasty look and grumbled in displeasure. Everyone got angry if Cas went to detention. None of them felt like Cas ever deserved detention (Dean included himself in that scenario).
"You know, I think I'm good actually." Cas smirked at Crowley as he added, "I've kinda got a gig tonight and I think my friends actually want me to be there…"
"Mr. Novak, will you just shut that blabbering trap of your for one class period." Crowley sighed. He was beyond done. Cas had been giving the teacher shit for the entire week.
Dean bet that Crowley had a dart board at home with both his and Castiel's year book pictures tacked onto it. Then whenever either of them pissed him off he would go home and throw dart at their faces to get his revenge.
"Whatever you say C-man." Cas chirped happily as he picked up his pencil and began to doodle on his paper.
The rest of the class passed by miraculously in peace as the end of the day approached almost too quickly for Dean to handle.
Somehow, he now found himself, now walking beside Sammy towards his black, 67 Chevy Impala as his brother rambled on about some test he had just taken last block and another test that he had to take tomorrow.
"It was really difficult, but I think I did okay." Sam was telling him.
"That's great Sammy!" Dean replied, still not remembering what test his brother had even been talking about in the first place. "I bet you did better than okay. You're a friggin' genius."
Sam shrugged, "Ehh… it was really difficult though."
"You're like the smartest guy in our school though!"
Sam rolled his eyes and smirked as they both climbed into the car together and began to drive back home for the night.
Finally, Dean turned to his brother and said, "Hey, uhh Sammy, I'm gonna have to leave you home alone tonight. I have to- uh go work on this Calculus project with someone."
Dean silently swore to himself, 'Calculous project? Why the fuck would I have a calculous project? Why didn't I say like science or something?'
"A calculous project?" Sam questioned.
'Fuck. The kid's too smart for his own good.' Dean thought to himself as he realized how fucked he was now. 'Great job playing it cool…'
"Uhh... yeah…" Dean tried to scramble for something to say, "You know how Crowley is. He's a douchebag."
"Yeah... uhh okay." Sam said awkwardly as he gave Dean a strange look. "When are you leaving?"
Dean looked at the clock on his dash as he pulled into their driveway. It was 5:00pm on the dot. He had an hour and a half until they were letting people in.
"In about forty five minutes…" Dean told his brother as they climbed from the vehicle and walked towards the house. It might be a little bit too early to leave but he didn't really mind waiting if he had to.
"Okay. How late will you be out?" Sam asked as Dean unlocked the door.
He was quiet for a minute. 'How long toconcertsusuallylast?'Dean asked himself silently. He had never really been to a concert before… Trying to think as quick on his feet Dean shrugged and finally said, "Uh... I don't know. Till eleven... Twelvish...?"
Sam looked at him quizzically as they walked inside. "Uh… okay… Wow… Big project?"
"Yeah… uh... it's a real pain in the ass…" Dean said as he scratched the back of his neck. 'This isn't working out very well…' He thought to himself.
As they walked inside, Dean could feel Sam's eyes boring into the back of his head. It was a little unnerving to be completely honest.
Finally Dean turned around and snapped, "What Sam? I can feel you staring at me. What?"
His brother looked a little surprised at his sudden outburst but that quickly turned into a small smirk as he asked, "Dean, you're going to that concert tonight aren't you?"
Dean flushed red and tried to hide his face by walking into the kitchen and pulling food out of the pantry to make them both peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I told you I'm working on a project with someone."
"With who?" Sam asked curiously as he popped up beside Dean and moved to sit on the counter.
"Why are you so annoying Sam?" Dean snapped as he tried to think of anything to say. This so wasn't going how he planned at all. Why did Sam have to question him? Did he really seem that nervous? Normally Sam couldn't tell when something was up with him. Normally he could lie better if he had to.
"Why won't you tell me what you're really doing?" Sam asked with a smirk.
"Cause its none of your fucking business..." Dean grumbled as he slathered a slice of bread with jelly.
"Come on Dean. Just tell me that's what you're really doing!" Sam goaded his brother. "It's not like I'm gonna tell anyone, I just wanna know where you really are! You've gotten so secretive lately."
'Fuck. Maybe I'm not as good of a liar as I thought I was….' Dean began to question himself before sighing and hanging his head in defeat. He knew his brother probably wasn't going to let this drop anytime soon. Hell, Sam would probably follow him after he left and find out anyways. "Fine. Yes. I'm going to The Fallen Angel's concert tonight."
"Ha! I totally knew it! I knew you listened to the Fallen Angels" Sam said sounding way to triumphant.
"How the fuck did you know that's where I was going?" Dean demanded. He wanted to badly to smack that smug smile off his brothers face but he held himself back.
"Come on dean. You totally have the hots for Cas! How could you miss his concert, the tickets were only fifteen fucking bucks!"
Dean's face turned a darker shade of red than he thought it ever had before. "Shut your mouth." He snapped.
Sam's eyebrows immediately shot up and his eyebrows widened as he said, "Oh shit. I was right? I-I was just guessing, I mean I always kind of assumed you- but I was never completely sure..."
"Fuck..." Dean swore under his breath. He hadn't meant to snap back like that, now Sam knew that Dean had his eyes on Cas. His anger never got him anywhere…
'God Damn it already! Keep your fucking mouth shut!' Dean screamed at himself. This was getting ridiculous. Thinking of Cas made him careless. It was his fatal flaw.
"Are you like totally- I mean do you like chicks too or?" Sam left his unfinished questions hang in the air between them.
Dean stayed totally silent as he finished making the first sandwich and pushed it towards Sam. Then he pulled out two more slices of bread so he could make himself a sandwich too.
Sam sat unmoving on the counter, ignoring the food in front of him as he whispered, "You know I don't care if you're- if you're like that Dean."
The silence stretched even longer as Dean tried to ignore his brother's soft, understanding voice beside him.
Sam quickly grew tired of the silence between them so he said, "Fine, if you don't wanna tell me that's cool. I understand, but I want you to assure you that I won't say anything about this to dad or to anyone, okay?" Sam stopped for a moment, before reaching out to touch Dean's arm and get his attention.
Dean forced himself to look up into those chocolate green and brown eyes. What he saw reflected back at him in those puppy dog orbs wasn't the shame and disgust that he expected, all he saw there was complete love and understanding.
"I also want you to know that I still love and accept you for who you are. I don't care who you love Dean, as long as you're happy I really don't care." Sam gave him as soft smile as he tried to reassure his brother.
Dean looked away from Sam again and remained quiet as he finished making his own sandwich and began to pick up the mess to distract himself.
'I need to get out of here.' Dean thought to himself. He was quickly becoming uncomfortable with this conversation. This is not how he expected to spend the first few hours of his evening.
Dean put his plate down on the table before saying, "Eat your sandwich Sammy. You've gotta study for tomorrow. Didn't you say you had like a bio test or something to study for?"
Sam sighed in defeat. He had tried and apparently failed to get through to his him, not that Dena was making it easy. "Yeah, I've got a bio test tomorrow…"
Dean helped his brother off the counter before walking over to the fridge and pulling out two sodas, a Pepsi Max for Sam and a Coca Cola for Dean. Those were their favorites. "Here ya go. Brain food. Or drink I guess." Dean said as he popped the tab on Sam's soda and set it down in front of him.
Sam smirked lightly and took the soda from his brother, taking a deep swig from the can before setting it on the table beside his sandwich. "Thanks Dean."
"No problem Sammy." Dean replied as he sat down beside his brother.
When Dean sat down he ended up just stared at the sandwich in front of him. His nerves were making him lose his appetite, not to mention that he just accidentally came out to his little brother. That alone was enough to put anyone on edge. Dean could feel Sam looking at him from the corner of his eye he picked up the sandwich and took a big bite.
With a small sigh, Dean finally looked up at Sam and said, "Yeah, its only guys okay. It's always been like that. I don't really know why, most chicks are just douche bags I guess. Guys are easier to get along with."
There was a moment of silence as Sam chewed before he curiously asked, "Are you gonna try and make a move on Cas?"
Dean pushed up his thick dark glasses with a look of shock on his face and said, "I've never really even talked to him Sam. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's straight."
"With your face I'm sure you can be pretty convincing! Even if he is straight." Sam said with a small wink.
"Stop it Sam." Dean warned his brother as he tried to busy himself with his own sandwich now.
"Well you're never going to get anywhere with him if you have an attitude like that!" Sam mumbled. "Besides, Castiel is nice guy! I've talked to him and his brother Gabriel before."
Dean's eyes traveled upwards to Sam but didn't say a word. He had no idea that Sam had talked to them before.
"I think you two would actually be pretty good friends." Sam said casually as he took a bite out of his own sandwich and smirked at Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes, he didn't think that anyone as cool as Cas would want to be friends with a nerd like him. What the hell did they even have in common? Finally, Dean just said, "Whatever you say Sam."
"If you just tried talking to him I'm sure you would see what I'm talking about." Sam said with a smile.
Dean just pursed his lips and glanced at his watch. He nearly choked on a bite of his sandwich when he saw that it was already five thirty five. "Fuck, I've gotta go get ready!" Dean exclaimed as he coughed harshly and pushed his chair away from the table.
Sam snorted with laughter and followed his brother as Dean ran from the room.
As Dean vanished into his clean bedroom he heard Sam call, "Dean, do you even know what kind of things to wear to a rock concert?"
"Yeah I totally do." Dean called back half-heartedly. He knew that was a lie. Dean wasn't sure that he had a single thing that would even come close to looking cool at a concert.
'Why haven't I bought more band tees?' Dean asked himself sadly. He loved band tees but he never bought them for the fear of being questioned about them. There were so many rock bands that he adored, especially the classic rock bands, but he generally kept that to himself. Nerds weren't really supposed to like that kind of music. He didn't want to be labeled as a trouble maker because of his music preferences. Dean kinda liked his good boy reputation at school. None of the teacher ever questioned him or his actions, not that they really even had a reason to in the first place.
"Hey Dean," Sam called quietly as he entered his brothers room to see Dean rooting around desperately in his closet.
"Hmmm?" Dean hummed as his eyes scanned across his array of shirts. All of them were button ups. He had white ones, blue ones, bunch of plaid ones, and Dean was pissed. 'Why the fuck don't I buy cooler clothes?'
"I have something for you. Come out of the closet for a minute." Sam said from behind him.
"I thought I already came out of the closet." Dean joked tiredly as he ran his fingers through his hair and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
Sam chuckled and said, "Well you came out of one closet, but I need you to actually walk out of your closet now. I need to give you something."
Dean smirked lightly as he finally emerged from his closet and walked over to his brother. Since Sam knew he was gay now he might as well try to have a sense of humor and crack some jokes about it right?
Dean glanced down at his brother's hands as he walked over to him. He held a small Hot Topic bag in his hands.
"What's that?" Dean asked carefully, unsure about what his brother was holding.
"I was going to give this to you for Christmas, but now a good a time as any I guess." Sam said as he handed the bag over to Dean.
"Are you sure Sammy?" Dean asked curiously as he took the back hesitantly from his little brother.
"Yeah I'm sure! Just open it Dean!" Sam said eagerly watching him.
'What the hell is in here?' Dean thought curiously as he sat down on his bed and reached into the bag, making the plastic crinkle loudly.
Inside the bag Dean felt soft fabric running across his fingers. In a rush, he quickly grasped the fabric and pulled it free from the bag.
"Oh my God…" Dean breathed in a hushed whisper as he looked down at the things in his hands.
"Do you like them?" Sam asked hopefully as Dean held up the first of two shirts.
The first shirt was a gray t-shirt with bold red letters running across it that spelled out 'AC*DC' in red letters. Beaming brightly, Dean set the first shirt to the side and picked up the second shirt. Dean's smile got even brighter when he looked at the black shirt in his hands. This t-shirt was a similar to the first one except this one sported the name 'Led–Zeppelin' and had their famous Icarus logo on it.
"Sammy I love these!" Dean was in shock. He couldn't believe what he was holding in his hands. These were his two all-time favorite classic rock bands of all time. Now he had a shirt for each of them. "How did you know that these two were my favorite?"
"I remember you talking about them a while back and I hoped you would like these." Sam exclaimed as he smiled at him. "I'm so glad you like them!"
"These are perfect Sam!" Dean gazed down at the shirts in his lap in awe. 'Looks like this is the start of my band tee collection then!' He thought to himself joyfully.
"Which one should I wear?" Dean asked aloud. "You pick Sammy."
Sam thought quietly for a minute as he squinted down at the shirts. After a minute he said, "Zeppelin, defiantly go with Zeppelin."
Dean smirked and set the AC*DC shirt to the side.
"Alright, lemme get changed real quickly, I've gotta go soon." Dean said as he stood and walked back to his closet. He still needed to find pants to go with the shirt.
Sam stood and left as Dean decided upon a pair of his tattered and slightly ripped jeans. 'You wear ripped jeans to a rock concert right?' Dean asked himself as he tossed the pants down onto the bed. 'I really need to go to more concerts…'
"Dean how's it going in there?" Sam called as Dean pulled the shirt over his head. "Does it fit?"
He tugged the shirt down and looked down at himself with pride. The shirt fit like a charm! It was absolutely perfect. He pushed his glasses back up on his nose again as he pulled free the necklace that Sam gave him years ago. He smiled again as the golden charm sat nicely against his chest and stood out on the black material of his shirt.
"Yeah it fits great Sammy!" Dean called back as he hurriedly slipped in to his jeans and opened his bedroom door.
"Damn Dean!" Sam whistled as he opened up the door and gave his brother a dramatic pose. "You look pretty fucking ready for a rock concert!"
"Do I really?" Dean asked eagerly as he smiled at Sam.
"Yeah! You really do!" Sam walked over to Dean and began to tousle his hair.
"What the hell are you doing Sam?" Dean asked in confusion as he tried to worm his way from Sam's fingers.
"Hold still dumbass, I'm fixing your hair. It looks too formal and preppy!" Sam complained as he tried to hold him in place.
'Too formal? Is my hair always too formal?' Dean thought to himself in concern. He didn't want to seem preppy all the time!
"Should I put in my contacts?" Dean asked as Sam's fingers combed at his hair.
"Nah, don't waste them. You look good in glasses." Sam said lightly as he finished with his hair.
Dean walked to the bathroom to look at his reflection and said, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. Don't you only have a couple of pairs of them anyways?" Sam asked.
John had bought Dean contacts one time, then complained about how much they were so he refused to but Dean more. Dean had sworn to himself only to use the remaining contacts if he broke his glasses, which hadn't happened yet much to his surprise. He needed to see, and without his glasses, everything around him was just dissolved into one massive blur.
"Yeah, but I can afford to use a pair."
"Not worth it Dean. I like your glasses anyways." Sam told him with a small laugh.
Dean's walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror hanging on the wall. His eyes widened in shock as he finally caught a glimpse of the boy he saw in the mirror. Dean wasn't really even sure that it was himself looking back at him. Instead of seeing his normal shy, quiet, nerdy self, Dean saw a rebellious, laid back teen who was ready to hit the town.
"Wow…" Dean breathed as he looked at himself up and down.
"Big difference huh?" Sam said as he beamed at him.
"Fuck yeah it is!" Dean exclaimed joyously. "I like it!"
"You should dress like this more often then."
"I just might Sammy. I think I just might do that." Dean agreed.
"Well, you better get out of here. I don't think you have very long left. You should get a move on." Sam told him as he leaned against the bathroom doorframe.
Dean glanced and his watch and saw that the time was now nearly six pm. 'Fuck, Sam's right, I need to get out of here.'
He ran back into his room and grabbed his keys and his wallet before rushing into the living room. As Sam followed after him, Dean couldn't help but ask, "How do you know so God damn much about concerts Sammy?"
Sam smirked and said, "I been out before. And like I told you I've talked to Cas and Gabriel before. I hang out with Gabriel in school every now and then."
Dean nodded slowly, 'Had Sam ever mentioned hanging out with Gabriel? I'm pretty sure I would have remembered him talking about the drummer of The Fallen Angels… right?'
"I've never mentioned it if that's what you're wondering." Sam told him, breaking him from his silence as he pulled on his shoes.
"I-I knew that." Dean said trying to play off his confusion. 'I swear that kid can read my mind sometimes…' Dean thought.
"Whatever Dean, just get outta here man. You've got a concert to see." Sam said as he walked past him and opened the door for him.
"Thanks Sammy. You were a lifesaver with this shirt man." Dean said as he straightened up and walked to the door.
Sam pulled opened the door and stood back to let his brother outside.
"No problem Dean." Sam said as the corner of his mouth twisted upwards into a gentle smile.
Dean walked out of the house and turned to wave at his brother standing behind him.
"Hey, Dean, don't forget, have fun!" Sam called.
"Thanks Sammy! I will have fun." Dean called back as he unlocked the door of the Impala.
"Try and make a move on Cas if you can!" Sam called softly after him before adding, "And if you see Gabriel tell him I say hi!"
Dean rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows at Sam before saying, "Bye Sam. See you in a little while."
Then he climbed into the Impala and started her engine as he pulled out and headed off.
Dean's loved driving in baby alone.
Yes, riding with Sammy was fun too but there was just something to be said for nice blissful, quiet drives down the highway and into the setting sun. Sometimes he just needed to be alone with his own thoughts (Which wasn't always a good thing in large doses).
Dean sighed and stared out the window and at the other drivers around him. The looks that he always got from drivers driving beside him made Dean laugh. He could only imagine was going through their minds as they looked at the seventeen year old driver driving a car that was nearly fifty years old. The Impala was Dean's heaven on the highway.
Dean could help but let out a loud bubbling fit of laughter. He was in a beautiful classic car, with the windows down, his Metallica cassette tape blaring from the speakers, the wind flowing across his face and through his hair as he made his way to a rock concert. For once in his life, Dean actually could say that he felt like a badass! Not like a nerdy kind of badass either, this was the real deal!
Here he was, without Sam complaining about the wind in his face or messing up his hair. He didn't have to listen to Sam bitch about the music being too loud nor did he have to hear Sam whine about how fast he was driving.
He didn't speed; he was just conserving time by pressing the gas pedal a little harder than an average person. That's how it worked right?
A smile was slowly spreading across his face as he got closer to the dance club that had been temporarily converted into a concert venue for the night. The Fallen Angels had rented out the place weeks ago and had been pushing out advertisements for their show everywhere. Dean knew that it was a dream of Castiel's to become famous and hit the big stage one day. (Hey, small time YouTube interviews can be helpful to get information from sometimes, right?)
Dean pulled into the busy bustling parking lot as people began to dodge through the cars in order to jumble into a massive line that was forming outside the front of the building. The line of people was mostly the kids from their school, but Dean did spot a few people in their early twenties outside in line too.
He about had a heart attack in one girl clad in skimpy clothes that barley covered her boobs and let her ass practically hang out almost ran into baby.
She looked up at him with a mean scowl on her face as she flipped him the finger. Dean was pissed, so in his fury he fucking laid on the God damn horn so she would move her ass out of the way. Dean laughed when she jumped in surprise and quickly rushed to cover her ears. After that, she moved out of his way pretty fast, still shooting nasty looks his way.
Somehow, Dean managed to find a spot near the back of the almost filled parking park. In fact, he was parked so far back that he was nearly behind the building, but he found a place to park which was all that mattered.
With his ticket held tightly in hand and a smile on his face, Dean followed the crowd of people moving excitedly to the front of the building.
Dean's heart was a flutter as he approached the door and handed the attendee his ticket to be stamped. 'I can't believe I'm actually seeing a rock concert!' Dean thought to himself as he took his ticket back and entered the building.
He was immediately hit with a wave of voices and background music as his nose was filled with the scent of weed and alcohol. Dean bit his lip nervously; he knew that ninety percent of the people present were not of legal age. If the cops decided to give them all a visit Dean knew he would be screwed. Quickly, his eye scanned through the stoners, drunks and partiers as he tried to evaluate all the quickest exists. Being a nerd at a school full of bullies tends to train a person to always look for an exit or a way out.
'I wonder how close to the front I can get…' Dean thought to himself as he pushed by people shyly on either side of him. Some people were glaring at him, as they recognized his face despite his makeover while others, mostly girls, looked at him appraisingly clearly interested in him.
Dean tried not to blush under their gaze as he fought through wave after wave of people. 'There are so many people here' Dean's mind was working quickly as the room quickly become hot and stuffy from a mixture of smoke and body heat. Tentatively, Dean estimated that there were at least three hundred people here so far from a mixture of their two local high schools alone.
He wasn't found of people, and usually liked to stay away from big crowds, but sometimes he could suffer thought. 'It's one night Winchester. You can do this.' Dean prompted himself lightly.
Somehow, he finally made it to the front of the stage. With a sigh of relief he leaned up against a small metal barrier that had been put in place. No one appeared to be monitoring the barrier, but it also seemed to be an unspoken rule not to cross it. Most people knew that The Fallen Angels requested space while they played. They didn't like to be over crowded. Since they hadn't yet become a big name band, people still respected the performer's wishes.
'I wonder when the show will start.' Dean mused lightly as he glanced down at his watch. As he looked down, he was suddenly joined by a very bubbly red headed girl and a quiet looking Asian boy.
"Hey, you're that Winchester kid." She said with a smile as Dean looked up at her. "Dean right?"
"Yeah, that's me." Dean said with a small smile back at her.
"I've seen you around school. You seem pretty cool." She said, tossing her flaming hair over her shoulder. "I'm Charley Bradbury."
"Nice to meet you." Dean said as he tried to warm up to her so he wouldn't feel so alone here.
"I like the outfit change by the way. I think this look suits you much better!" She chortled happily as she tapped her fingers on the railing in front of her.
Dean's eyebrows narrowed slightly and a smile curved up at the corners of his mouth as he asked, "Have- have you been following me around school?"
The strange Asian kid beside Charlie snorted lightly and smirked at him with a highly amused expression on his face.
"No not really." Charlie laughed. "I know a lot about you though. I've talked with your brother Sam before. He talks highly of you, that kid definitely loves the hell out of ya, though you're not really my type. Not my gender to be more specific."
Dean nodded slowly as Charlie continued to talk lightly. 'Jesus does Sam know everyone at our school? He never told me he had a lesbian friend. Or did he? Was this why he had seemed so liberal?'
His mind had seemed to wander just a little bit before he was pull back by Charlie moving closer to him and pointing at the Asian kid beside her. "This is Kevin Tran. He doesn't really wanna be here, but I needed someone to come here with me."
Dean waved at the kid named Kevin and said, "What's up."
Now that he thought about it, Dean was pretty sure that he had seen Kevin around school before. Hell he might actually be in one of his classes with him.
"Are you in AP Calc with me?" Dean asked after of minute of squinting into Kevin's face.
"Yeah, that would be me." Kevin said with a grin.
"Oh! You two already know each other? Great!" Charlie said, butting into their conversation.
"No, not really. Kevin is just in some of my classes. I'm not really the talkative type." Dean explained with a smirk on his face.
"Nor is he. You two should get along great!" Charlie said with a nod before jumping onto an entirely new topic by asking, "How long have you listened to 'The Fallen Angels'?"
From the corner of his eye Dean could see Kevin smirking, laughing at Dean because of Charlie's persistence. Dean resisted the urge to smirk back at Kevin for being a smug little shit.
"Basically since they started. I like some of the obscure rock bands, and generally speaking any of the classics." Dean told her honestly as he looked up hopefully towards the small wooden platform that stood for the stage, hoping that maybe he would spot Cas somewhere.
"Damn…" She hummed. "I wish I had known about them for that long."
"I've been in the same classes with Cas for most of my life, so I knew when he started it." Dean said as he tapped his foot nervously. He wanted the concert to start already. As he looked back towards the stage he thought about the first time he had heard of the Fallen Angels. It was the start of sophomore year, so about two years ago when Cas first started the band. He had talked vibrantly of the band, which at the time consisted of Cas, his brother Gabriel, and Castiel's old girlfriend Meg. Meg had eventually taken off when the couple broke up, so they had to find a new basses and backup vocalist. Eventually they had found a snarky kid named Balthazar to take his place. He wasn't the best backup vocalist, but he was a God with a guitar.
In classed Dean would listen carefully from a distance to the stories that Castiel told as he fell more and more in love with the boy who never even glanced his way. The reason he began listening to The Fallen Angels was just so he could feel closer to Cas in one sense (Plus they just made really good music). Dean had his voice memorized, he could see his blue shining eyes everywhere he turned, and his tattoos seemed burned into his mind. Dean knew he was obsessed and just beyond any reasonable logic, but he couldn't help it!
Dean's head snapped up when he heard a guitar cord resound through the building.
People all around them began to scream as the crowd pushed forward. He suddenly, felt very cramped and claustrophobic as people pushed in all around him. Charlie was pressed close to his side, while more people ran into him from both the sides and the back of him.
'Oh God. I'm gonna suffocate in here…' Dean thought in a panic, 'I am gonna fucking suffocate tonight.'
All rational though was suddenly pushed from Dean's mind when smoke filled the stage from little fog machines off to the sides. The screaming got louder as suddenly through the collecting smoke, a dark figure with one arm raised with triumph as he walked out boldly onto the stage. When his face became clear Dean realized that it was Cas. 'Oh holy fuck how does he look so damn attractive?' Dean thought in a daze. Cas was wearing a ripped denim jacket with dark black ripped jeans, a black guitar slung across his body, and a blue tie strung about his neck. He was utterly attractive as always. His attention was soon diverted from Castiel as Gabriel and Balthazar suddenly appeared behind Cas on the smoky stage in front of him.
As the fog machines shut off and the smoke began to disperse at their feet Cas pulled the microphone to his lips. In excitement and joy he shouted, "How many of you are ready to fucking rock you're asses off tonight?"
He was met with a loud scream from everyone in the building, including Dean, who actually surprised himself.
Music filled the room and as Balthazar's fingers strummed across the strings, while the beating of drums thrummed through his chest. Dean felt free. He actually felt freer right now than he thought he had been in his entire life.
The night seemed to pass by Dean in a blur of music, lights and sound. Castiel's voice hummed through the air like an angel's chorus. Dean was sure he was going to be deaf by the end of the night. Everything was just perfect.
There was one point in the night where Dean nearly had a heart attack. Castiel looked down at the front row of people as he singing along. Dean swore that Cas was staring at him with a smug little smirk on his lips. They seemed to be staring at each other for an eternity before he broke the eye contact by launching into a wicked guitar solo.
"Did you see that?" Charlie shrieked in his ear. "Castiel was looking directly at you Dean!"
'So it wasn't my imagination!' Dean thought joyfully to himself.
Dean beamed at her and fought to stay upright. It wouldn't be very becoming of him if he passed out before the show was even over.
What felt like only minutes later, Dean was listening Castiel's final song and last words of the night.
As the instrument and mic fell silent for the last time. Dean watched The Fallen Angels walk off stage excitedly before he slowly turned around and filed out of the building, following the crowd of people back to the real world.
Dean sighed sadly, the night had been great, better than great actually, he had even made two new friends, but now fun time was over. He had to go back to being the fucking nerd he was. 'Fuck my life.' Dean thought to himself. Now he just had school, tests, and finals to focus on again. 'Why can't I just be like the other kids?' Dean asked himself sadly.
Sam's face flashed in front of Dean's eyes and the truth came back into his head. 'How can I be selfish enough to even think about that?' Dean asked himself.
He needed to be a good student so he could finally get Sam's ass out of the ghetto life they had always grown up in. He wasn't doing this for himself. He was doing this for Sam. Dean remembered that he was more than willing to give up his chance at a semi-decent childhood, to give Sam a better one. Dean couldn't afford to be selfish enough to think of himself. In fact, he should have been at home helping studying or helping Sam study instead of coming to a fucking concert
With a sigh of guilt Dean pushed away from the crowd of people humming softly to himself. He decided to enjoy his night (and selfishness) just a little bit longer. Might as well not let it go to waste. There wasn't anything he could do to change it at this point. Pushing the guilt from his mind, Dean pulled his keys from his pocket and began to sing, growing louder and louder the further away from the crowd he got.
As he fumbled with the lock Dean sang even louder, forgetting that he was outside and not completely by himself.
The words to his favorite Fallen Angel's song poured from his lips, but it was interrupted with him dropping his keys (Because he might have been dancing just a little while he was singing) and him grumbling "Shit." Under his breath.
He bent down in search of the keys to his Impala when Dean heard, "I never knew what a nice voice you had."
Dean shot up in shock, catching the side of his head against the Impala's mirror as he exclaimed. "Son of a Bitch!"
He clutched at his head and nearly toppled over from the pain as he turned and tried to see who the fuck had just snuck up on him.
"Woah, take it easy. You alright?" The guy asked as he reached out put his hand on Dean to stabilize him. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." He said in a gruff tired sounding voice.
"It's uh- its fine." Dean said as he tried to steady him as he pushed his glasses back up his nose. His eyes suddenly widened in shock and he felt like was going to fall over again when he saw a pair of bright blue, very concerned looking eyes in his direction.
These eyes weren't just any pair of eyes. These eyes belonged to the one man who he could never forget. How did he not recognize that voice? Maybe because his voice was a little gruffer and more tired than normal because of all the singing he had done tonight.
"C-Cas?" Dean gasped in shock.
Immediately, Dean tried to straighten his shirt casually and play the whole thing off like it was nothing. This was Castiel fucking Novak he was standing in front of. He was here of his own accord. They weren't forced to be in the same class room together, they weren't forced to be in a group together. This was Castiel choosing to talk to the nerdy Dean Winchester.
"Well I hope that's who I am." Cas said with a soft chuckle.
Dean nearly fainted. 'Oh my God, Castiel is joking around with me. This really is the best day ever' He thought to himself.
"You're Dean, right?" Cas asked when Dean proceeded to say nothing, but smile awkwardly up at Cas. 'Fuck his eyes are even bluer up close.'
Dean suddenly snapped out of his daze and realized that he should be answering a question. He scratched nervously at the back of his neck and said, "Yep, that nerd would be me."
'That nerd? Are you fucking kidding me?" Dean was mentally kicking himself as he tried to throw Cas his best 'Impress the ladies smile' as Sam had once called it. Dean was sure that he just looked like a weirdo awkward mess who was trying not to flip out at the fact that Castiel Novak actually knew his name.
'Oh God this is not going any way like I imagined talking one on one with Cas would go.' Dean thought to himself.
"We're in a few classes together I think." Cas said throwing Dean a charming smile. Dean melted under that pearly smile.
"Yeah, AP Calc and AP Physics." Dean said quickly. 'Son of a bitch. Now he's gonna think you're a fucking stalker.'
"Ugh, yeah Crowley is such a charmer isn't he." Cas said with a dark look at their Math teachers name.
"Yeah, charming for someone who should be the king of fucking hell." Dean snorted with a roll of his eyes.
Dean's heart fluttered and seemed to beat out of his chest as Castiel snorted and started to laugh, biting his lip in an amazing way (Not that Dean was watching his lips or anything).
"King of hell… I can see it." Cas said as he wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.
Dean smirked; trying to envision Crowley sitting somewhere down below on a throne made of his student's bones and failed Calc tests.
"What did you think of the show?" Cas asked with a tired, yet blinding smile on his face that made his blue eyes glitter as bright as the stars hanging above their heads.
"You were fucking amazing!" Dean breathed in content. "The show was great!"
Cas leaned back against the side of the Impala as he ran his fingers through his hair and said, "I'm really glad you liked it. I saw you up in the front row, you seemed really into it!"
Dean's heart stopped. Castiel really had been looking at him. 'Oh fuck.' Dean swore to himself 'Stay calm. Whatever you do, remain calm.'
"Yeah uh- You guys are one of my favorite bands." Dean said as he fidgeted nervously. "I'm not really one for modern rock, but you guys bring back the classic sounds."
Cas beamed. "Finally someone who gets it! Most people just hear the music and think it's all just this new age rock shit, but you actually read into it and see where our ties come from."
Dean was smiling back brightly at Cas as he excitedly said, "Yeah! Like I love how you pull in some of Metallica, and Zep's sounds. I love it when you play their covers too! You guys are right up there with the old classic Gods of rock!"
Cas laughed again, which was something that Dean decided he really liked. His face was beautiful all the time, but there was something even better about it when he was laughing. Dean couldn't help but notice the smile lines around his mouth and the way his eyes crinkled around the edges of his face. It was absolutely adorable and made Dean blush hard. Thank God it was too dark too see that outside.
"Well, I don't know if we're that good, but thank you Dean." Cas said as he leaned marginally closer to him.
"Believe me. You guys will hit it big one day." Dean assured Castiel with a face of complete seriousness. "I know talent when I see it and you guys defiantly got it."
Cas ducked his head just a little, it seemed as if he too might actually be blushing. 'Did I just make a future fucking rock legend blush?'
"I appreciate that Dean. You're a pretty fucking cool guy you know that right?" Cas with as the sides of his mouth twisted upwards in a smile.
Dean blushed harder and chewed on his lip and said, "Nah, I'm a fucking nerd is what I am." Inside he was screaming and dying just a little bit. 'Oh my fucking God! Castiel Novak, coolest of the cool just called me cool! This is like a dream come true!'
Cas shrugged, nerds are cool too, especially ones with killer voices." Cas said with a grin.
Was there a hint of a nervous stutter in that comment? Dean had never known Castiel to be nervous before. He stood up on a damn stage in front of hundreds of people! Cas couldn't have been nervous around him! However, the moment Dean had spotted the nerves they vanished all together. Maybe he had just imagined it. Castiel Novak didn't get nervous especially around a fucking nerd. Why would he?
"So, uh, speaking of your singing, that's actually the reason I came over here." Cas said brightly as he took in a deep breath and beamed up at Dean, making his heart skip a beat.
"I was thinking, how would like to join The Fallen Angels. With a voice like that you would be a hit! We need a good solid vocalist. Balthazar is good, but he more of a guitar kinda guy." Castiel's voice flowed through Dean like butter as he tried to understand what Castiel was asking him.
'Did I just get invited to be a part of a rock band?' Dean was frozen in place. 'I think that is what just happened.'
"I mean, if you don't want to that's completely fine, I just thought you had a nice voice and all." Cas said when Dean failed to reply.
He suddenly forced himself back to life as he stuttered, "I uh- Yeah! No, I mean that… that would be great! I would fucking love to be in the band!" Dean exclaimed with joy. He still hadn't wrapped his brain around it all. This couldn't be happening to him right now.
Cas beamed in delight. Obviously thrilled that Dean had accepted the offer. "Great! Awesome! I mean, and you'll even get paid when we have shows and stuff!"
'Fuck! Can this get any better?' Dean thought to himself. 'I am gonna being part of a band, get paid to sing, and best of all GET TO HANG OUT WITH CASTIEL FUCKING NOVAK.'
"That… this is so great!" Dean breathed. He was absolutely clueless on what to say next so he said, "Thank you so much Cas. This is a great honor,"
"Pshh, it's nothing. Not with a voice like yours! I was worried that I would never find someone that had just the right voice for the job!" Cas said brushing Dean's comment off with a wide smile. "Hey, do you by chance play any instruments?" Cas suddenly asked in interest.
Dean shook his head sadly and said, "No, I never had time too."
"How would you like to learn to play the guitar?" Cas asked, "I can teach you and everything!"
Dean's heart inflated as he excitedly said, "I would love that!"
"Alright, it's a date then!" Cas said with a smirk.
Dean practically had another heart attack on the spot from Castiel's choice of word. He could have picked any choice of words but Castiel had picked 'Date'. Dean could honestly be struck down right now and he would die a happy man.
"Alright." Dean said weakly with a lame little smile plastered on his face. 'God I probably look like a massive dork right now.' Dean hummed to himself. He was sure that any moment Cas was going to throw confetti in his face and yell 'Surprise! This is only a joke, no one wants to be in a rock band with a nerd!' but that moment never came.
Instead Cas said, "Hey, do you have you phone on you so I could give you my number?"
Dean was wrong. This night could get better. It could get way better.
"Uh- Yeah! Sure!" Dean said excitedly as he fumbled in his pockets looked wildly for his phone.
In Dean's excitement he nearly dropped his phone, causing both him and Cas to jump forward just a little. Dean couldn't help but notice how their hands brushed together slightly and how the two of them seemed just a little closer together now.
"Well damn." Cas said with a breathless smile. "That was a close one."
"Y-Yeah…" Dean stuttered lightly as he took his phone from Castiel's hand in order to unlock the device.
Once Dean was on the contacts page of his phone he handed it back to the man to let him enter his number.
Dean tried to contain his excitement as he watched Castiel bit his lip just a little bit in concentration as he entered his information into the phone.
"There you go. That should do it!" Cas said with a smile as he pressed the oh so important save contact button on Dean's phone.
Dean took back the device gingerly, there was no need to be too hasty and risk dropping the phone that now had a precious phone number in it.
"Thanks!" Dean said with his award winning smile, which made Castiel break out into that beautiful smile of his once again.
The air between them felt as if it had begun to heat up just a little and the space between them seemed to close up just a little bit more. Dean couldn't help but notice that Castiel seemed to be leaning towards him ever so slightly as he tilted his head in a small manor that Dean almost didn't notice.
Suddenly, the silence between them was broken when a voice called, "Hey! Cas? You out here? We gotta go!"
"That would probably be Gabriel…" Castiel hummed in what seemed like disappointment. He let out a deep breath and leaned slightly away from Dean, much to his disappointment. That strange moment between them had evaporated like water on fire. Dean was utterly disappointed at Gabriel's interruption. It couldn't have been worse timing.
"Yeah, I'm coming just give me a minute!" Cas called back.
"Well you better hurry because me and Balthy have some chicks who are pretty eager to get out of here if you know what I mean!" There was a suggestive nature pulling at the strings of Gabriel's voice as he called out to them.
The parking lot was now almost empty so Dean could clearly hear the faint giggling of girls from where ever Gabriel's voice was coming from.
Cas groaned. "Please excuse my brother and our friend. They are truly… ah- embracing this rock star lifestyle."
Dean snickered and nodded his head, "That's understandable. I'm sure you have someone whose waiting for you back there too. I don't wanna keep you longer than you wanna be."
He tried to hide the jealousy in his voice as he thought of how Castiel might have a bunch of lowlife sluts crawling all over him tonight.
Cas shook his head and said, "No, unlike them I only enjoy the music part of rock and roll. I don't sleep around I'm happy to say, though I think that together those guys more than cover for me."
Dean chuckled and tucked his phone away. Relief had flooded though him. He knew that he had no chance with Cas, (who probably wasn't even into dudes anyways) but knowing that he wouldn't be with some girl tonight made him feel better.
"Hey if you wanna just hang out with us tonight, since you're in the band tonight, you're welcome to come along." Cas said as he smiled at Dean.
Dean looked at Cas sadly with longing in his eyes as he said, "I can't. I've got a little brother at home that I need to get back to." Dean wished so much that he could have hung out with them, but Sam was probably sitting awake at home eagerly waiting for his return.
Cas nodded slowly and said, "Don't worry about it. It's cool Dean. I can introduce you to the band later on."
"Alright that sounds good." Dean said with his smile returning to his face.
"Well, goodnight then Dean. Don't keep your brother waiting." Cas said as he smiled back at him. "I will talk to you soon right?"
Dean nodded excitedly and said, "Yeah! I'll be in touch! Thank you for this opportunity Cas! I won't let you down!"
Cas beamed at him. "I didn't think you would! The other will be so excited to hear that I finally found a new band member!"
"Good! I'm glad." Dean said with a smile. "Goodnight Cas!" Dean called as Castiel walked away from him.
"Night Dean!" Cas called back as he waved over his shoulder and half jogged, half walked over to his car that had been parked somewhere by the rear exit of the building.
It took Dean at least five minutes after Cas had left to remember that he had dropped his keys on the ground. It took him at least another five find them, open the door, get in and start the car. Dean was practically shaking from excitement and bubbling with joy as he drove home.
Dean couldn't believe he had just been invited to join a fucking band.
And it wasn't just any band either. It was Castiel fucking Novak's band.
The whole house was dark and quiet when Dean arrived home. His father's truck was in the driveway, informing Dean that he had actually come home tonight. Silently, Dean prayed that his dad was passed out on the sofa or in his bed so he wouldn't yell at him and ruin this perfect night. John knew better than to mess with Sam, especially when Dean was gone, because Dean had put the fear of God in him the one time he had tried to scream at him. Though he was a little nerdy (Okay, well maybe a lot nerdy) he could still hold his own if his brother was involved.
The Impala rumbled loudly as Dean pulled into the driveway beside the dark black truck. He only hoped that her wonderful engine hadn't woken anyone up in the house.
Dean pulled the key from her engine and tried to walk into the house with the skills of a mouse.
When he opened the door, Dean found John was laid out on the sofa like he had guessed, with a beer in his hand and the TV screen tuned to what looked like an episode of Cops.
Holding his breath the whole way, Dean crept past his father and headed down the hall towards his own room. He considered taking a shower to get the sweaty smoky smell off his skin, but it would just be easier to take it in the morning.
As Dean passed Sam's room, he found that all the lights were dark. 'Maybe Sam actually went to bed.' Dean thought to himself. Normally, if Dean was out somewhere Sam would try his damnedest to stay away just so he could see that he had come home okay. It was a sweet thought, but Dean didn't want Sam sacrificing his sleep for him.
Dean closed Sam's door so it was just cracked open a hair, before he traveled down to his own warm inviting bed.
As he walked into his room Dean nearly jumped out of his skin.
There, curled up under the covers was a pair of sparkling eyes looking up at him eagerly.
"Jesus! Fuck Sammy! You about gave me a damn heart attack." 'Wouldn't be the first one tonight.' He added in his head.
"Sorry Dean." Sam said as he sat up. "I couldn't sleep so I came in here to wait for you."
"I can see that." Dean said with a smirk on his face.
Quickly he turned around in the dark room and stripped off his jeans (because who the fuck wants to sleep in jeans) before climbing into bed beside his brother.
"Can I sleep in here with you?" Sam asked him curiously as he looked up into his face.
Dean rolled his eyes and feigned annoyance as he said, "Well you're already in here aren't you?"
Sam smirked at him and said, "Thanks Dean."
Dean pulled the blankets across his body and snuggled under their warmth as Sam scooted closer to him. Sam had been doing this for years. It didn't matter than Sam was practically too long for the bed already, but he still had this strange fascination with sleeping in the same room with him. Dean was just happy that his brother still wanted to sleep in the same room with him even though he now knew about his secret attraction to guys.
As they lay there in bed, Sam's eyes quickly slid shit 'You little shit. You're gonna be exhausted in the morning. You shouldn't have stayed up to see me.' Dean thought to himself as he looked down at the fragile sleeping face beside his.
Dean was certain that he wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight. His mind was still too much of a blur from his conversation with Cas. He actually kinda felt like he was floating on cloud nine.
Suddenly, a thought rose to his mind. Dean glanced at Sam, who was breathing lightly and seemed to be asleep now, before he pulled out his phone and stared at the dark screen.
'I wonder if I should send Cas a text… Should I wait until tomorrow?' Dean glanced over at Sam again and wondered if the phone light would wake his brother up. Sam could be a light sleeper at times. 'I at least need to check the time…' Dean thought.
Turning the screen away from Sam just a little bit, Dean clicked the button on the side of the phone and watched as the screen lit up. -1:30 am- 'Shit… it's late…' Dean swore to himself. 'Guess I stayed out just a little later than I thought I would.'
He contemplated his options for just a minute before finally concluding, 'Cas is probably already fucking sleeping… I should probably leave him alone. I'll text him tomorrow.'
"Dean…" Came Sam's sleepy voice beside him. "Whoever it is you're thinking about texting, just do it. If they gave you their number, just go for it."
'Fuck' "Oh. Uh- Sammy. Sorry… I didn't mean to keep you up. I can just text Ca- the person in the morning." Dean's eyes squeezed shut as he hoped Sam didn't almost hear who he was going to say.
Dean had no such luck, of course. That kid didn't miss anything. Sam's eyes shot open as he asked, "Who were you about to say?"
"N-no one…." Dean lied as he tried to play it off cool. 'I am so failing at playing it cool…'
"Were you about to say Cas? As in the very Castiel Novak you have a roaring fucking crush on?"
"Fuck off Sammy." Dean grumbled in embarrassment as he tried to roll over and look away from those glistening chocolate eyes.
"Oh my God!" Sam said in excitement. Dean could practically feel the joy bubbling off his brother. Sam seemed almost more excited than he had been. 'So much for getting him to sleep then…'
"Dean! You have to tell me what happened!" Sam's clumsy, tired hands gripped his shoulder and tried to force him to roll back over and face him.
"It's not a big deal Sam…" Dean said as he bit his lips.
"But it is though!" Sam succeeded in pulling him back over to look at him, much to Dean's utter annoyance. "Not just anyone gets Castiel's number and you know it! Haven't you guys been in the same classes for like ever?"
Dean rolled his eyes through the dark and finally admitted, "Yeah we have…. He heard me singing after the show and he came over to talk to me."
He tried to leave it at that but being an annoying little brother like he was; Sam tried to push him for more information.
"Anddd? What happened after that?" Sam squeaked.
"Why do you need to know?" Dean snapped at his brother.
"Because, you are clueless when it comes to dating and I'm gonna help you out so you don't fuck this up!" Sam exclaimed, his teeth glinting in the moonlight.
"Fuck you Sam." Dean grumbled. "What the hell do you know about dating?"
"A lot fucking more than you do!" Sam said with a smirk.
Dean rolled his eyes and tried to turn over again, but he was once again stopped by his brother's hand.
"What else happened Dean?"
"You're so fucking annoying Sam." Dean said with a scowl. 'There is no fucking way that I'm going to be able to get out of this….' He thought to himself so he finally said, "He asked if I wanted to join the Fallen Angels."
Sam was utterly silent for was seemed like years. When Dean finally looked down at him he saw that Sam was staring at him open mouthed. "Oh please God tell me you agreed to join!" Sam finally said.
"Yeah, I did. Then he gave me his number and told me that he would even teach me to play guitar. He wanted me to hang out after the show but I needed to get home."
"Dean you dumbass you should have gone with him! He so has a crush on you!" Sam exclaimed with an excited squeal of joy.
"I don't think he does." Dean insisted. "It was just a band invite. Besides, like I said earlier I'm pretty sure he's straight." 'I'm not gonna mention that awkward moment where it seemed like we were gonna kiss... Fuck that might have just been my imagination for Christ sake.'
"Dean you better fucking text him right now!" Sam said beaming at his brother.
"But… it's late…"
"And the kid is in a rock band. I'm sure he's awake!" Sam insisted.
"You're so annoying Sam." Dean moaned.
"You'll thank me when you have a boyfriend."
Dean grumbled under his breath and picked up the phone. He hurriedly clicked out 'Hey Cas, this is Dean Winchester '
His finger hovered over the send button as he contemplated whether or not he was going to send it.
"Either you press send or I'm pressing it for you." Came Sam's voice from beside him.
"Go the fuck to sleep Sam." Dean growled.
"Fuck you." Came his brother's sleepy response.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Dean sighed, held his breath and pressed the send button, watching as the message moved up on the screen signaling that it had been sent. He looked at the number at the top of his screen 785-224-1967 Dean was determined to memorize that number if it was the last thing he did. 'I have fucking Castiel Novak's phone number!' He screamed to himself.
He clicked the button on the side of his phone and shut off the light on the screen. Then he plugged the device in and set it beside him, finally trying to drift off to sleep.
Dean was just on the edge of falling asleep when he heard -bzz bzz- Signaling him that he had a text.
Quickly, he reached for the phone nearly having a heart attack as he hoped to God that it was Cas. 'Who else would it be?' He suddenly asked himself. 'Sam is the only other person I text…'
The light nearly blinded Dean as he unlocked his phone and opened up the message. It was from Cas! He had been right!
With a fluttering heart Dean read to himself, 'Hey Dean! Hope I'm not keeping you up, but you wanna meet me and the rest of the gang in the band room tomorrow before first block?'
Dean let out a sigh of delight as he read the message over and over. Cas had really truly had invited him to hang out with the band again! He was really serious about this! How cool was that?
"What did he say?" Sam mumbled sleepily beside him.
"Go to sleep Sam." Dean said in a hushed whisper. Apparently he still wasn't asleep.
"What did he say Dean?" Sam asked again as he cracked his eyes open just a hair.
"He wants me to meet him Gabriel and Balthazar in the band room tomorrow morning."
"You better tell him yes." Sam hummed before rolling over and drifted back to sleep. 'Sam probably won't even remember this in the morning.'
Dean smirked at Sam as before he quickly typed back, 'Yeah okay! That sounds great! I'll be there.' -send-
Then he set his phone down once again and drifted off into a light sleep dreaming of what it would be like being in a band.
