Dean had been watching Cas for several long months and honestly, he was tired of himself. Charlie his gay BFF was on his ass constantly.
"Dude, I swear if you don't go to that party tonight and ask him out… I will. I actually swear." she said as they packed up from the lecture.
"No Charles, no. You promised." Dean replied with his patented glare, "Anyway its Christmas, I need to start packing to go home."
The feisty redhead stopped him in his tracks, "I am going to that party and if I don't see you there by midnight I'm telling. I can't watch you pine over him for another semester it just sad and it's killing my buzz. I haven't been laid in weeks and I blame you and your tortured soul vibe." She ran her hands over her arms as if trying to get some of his invisible pining from her green sweater. "Look, it's all over me!"
Dean tried to hold the frown but ended up laughing at her theatrics instead, "You're such a drama queen."
"I have to be dude, it goes with the hair," she said twirling her finger in her fiery locks.
Shrugging her bag onto her shoulder, they went to get coffee. The best thing about Ivy League college was the coffee.
"Why are you fighting this so much?" she said sipping her three shot Americano. "It's not like you're adverse to dating guys, I mean Max from the lacrosse team was hot... "
Dean sighed and sipped his pumpkin spice latte that, if anyone asked, he pretended was a three-shot black Americano, "That was sex, this... "
"Oh my god." she stared at him, mouth hanging open, "Dean Winchester doesn't think he's worthy."
He blushed, "Shut up Charles."
"Seriously? You're the hottest guy on campus. You're Major is music, it's cool and romantic. Then you have the minor in film, you've seen like every movie ever made. People think it's sexy."
Dean stared at her, "Pretty sure someone who majors in physics will not care about the deeper nuances of the Jaws soundtrack."
She laughed, "You're on track to be this year's MVP on three-sport teams, and you're smart and funny... Stop thinking he won't like you just because you're into arts and not science."
Sipping his coffee he considered it, was he just putting himself down?
"Maybe." he said, "So, is this party fancy dress or what?"
Charlie grinned, "You just gotta wear green if you're single and red if you're not. Festive yet functional."
"Fine, but I'll talk to him when I'm ready… he might not even show."
She raised her eyebrow, "Dude, he's hosting. It's his frat."
Dean felt nauseous and he didn't think it was the latte.
"Shit." she cursed, "I'm late for tech, I'll meet you there at 10?"
"Sure." he huffed.
"And dude, wear green!" she yelled running down the hall trying not to spill her coffee.
Dean rolled his eyes as he made his way to the gym. That woman would be the death of him. Checking the time had him jogging back. He was late for lacrosse and coach was going to forgive him but he still hated being late.
The practice was cold but helped to clear his head. Showering took longer than he'd planned but helped him to focus. Once he'd dressed he went to grab a burger.
Fate had it in for him, she really did because standing with a stunning blonde was the guy he'd been crushing on for months.
What was more annoying is they were right next to the counter waiting for food, right where he had to order. So he did what he did best, he added an arrogant and nonchalant expression. Confidence was key and he was totally faking it till he made it. As he got closer he recognised Jo, the cheerleader draped all over Cas and she recognised him.
"Dean!" she bound over all perky. He took a second to admire the view, mostly because it was expected. She did like to be admired.
"Looking good there Jo," he said as he ordered his food and avoided looking at Cas.
"Thanks," she said smoothing her fluffy cream sweater over her black jeans. "Are you coming to the party tonight? Max has a bet with me that you'll be going back to his place; I said that the rumour is you have your eyes on someone else... "
Dean smirked and dropped his sexiest lopsided flirtatious grin. She melted a little, "That would be telling wouldn't it?"
She stared like a deer in headlights for a second before returning his grin, "Cas. Have you met Dean?"
Oh shit. Dean swallowed hard but kept his cool and looked over, the gorgeous man looked up. Their eyes met and Dean shuddered, what a stunning shade of blue.
Cas turned and put his phone in his pocket, then moved over to them, "No, not officially but I've heard things."
"Whatever it is, it's not true." Dean smiled, flirting his ass off trying to ignore the pounding in his chest.
Cas smiled and Dean had the urge to bolt, fuck, it was like staring into a star.
"So you're not MVP for lacrosse, football and track?"
Dean shrugged and ran his hands around his neck looking sheepish, "Ah well-"
"Yes, that's true." Jo interrupted, "He's amazing at everything!"
Cas smiled wryly and admired Dean from his boots upwards. It was a slow examination punctuated at the end with some serious eye contact, "Everything huh?"
Swallowing hard Dean tried to compose himself. Cas was flirting with him, oh yeah.
Jo watched them and then added, "That's what Max said."
Dean resisted the urge to growl; she was trying to help, "Thanks, Jo."
"Is that Max Banes?" Cas asked, curiosity lacing his tone.
Dean nodded and before he could speak Jo cut in again.
"Yeah, they dated for a while, if you can call it that." she winked at Cas and he laughed.
"Jo." Dean smiled, "shut up."
She grinned, "It's okay, Cas plays for your team, he doesn't care."
Dean hid his annoyance behind another smile, "Jo, you talk too much."
Cas laughed, "You didn't answer her."
"What?"
"Are you coming to my party?" Cas asked leaning into Dean's personal space.
Jo watched them and squeaked, "OMG you two would make an amazing couple!"
Dean nearly died, "Yeah, I'll be there."
Cas moved back, "Cool. I'll be wearing green." he smiled; the lopsided grin had Dean hard in a second.
"Oh My God." she groaned, "Does he ever want you!"
Dean blushed. Thankfully she missed it because they were both watching Cas' tight ass walk away.