Tuesdays

by princessandthepie

Dean hates tuesdays. Like, Mondays are bad, but Tuesdays? They just make him want to die. That changes very, very quickly after he meets Castiel. hs au. Destiel. Rated M for language as of now, but there might be some steamy bits later on. Will be updated.

It was Tuesday and Dean Winchester was royally pissed.

"What do you mean you're backing out! We've been planning this for months!"

"Dean." Jo sounded exasperated from the other end of the phone line. "I told you, I have a date. A real, living, breathing date who actually wants to go to prom with me. The deal was that we'd go together if neither of us had an actual date. Which I now have. Stop throwing a hissyfit and get your head out of your ass, Winchester. Now if you'd stop bitching for two seconds we might actually be able to get you a date in time."

"I hate you."

"Uh-huh."

"You're awful."

"I'm also your best chance of not showing up to prom all alone like a total loser."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Harvelle."

"I love you too."

"Oh shut-"

Dean glanced down at his phone. "Way to hang up on me, blondie." Well, he thought, this is going to be a horrible week. He was very, very wrong.