So this is an older fic of mine, but I decided to edit and kind of rewrite it recently, so I hope you enjoy!
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Cas felt a slight tremble as he walked along the sidewalk. He could hear the cheering of those already in the stadium from down the block. Why did I ever agree to this in the first place…
The moment he set foot inside the actual stadium, he felt a slight vibration from his back pocket, not quite strong enough to attract any kind of attention over the chaos around him.
Pulling it out, he read the message quickly and rolled his eyes. It was from Charlie.
- U see the red band? I'm up the top w/the other clarinets- Bring food :D
He quickly purchased an overpriced hot dog from the vendor, making sure to layer it with ketchup, just the way Charlie liked her hot dogs, and then he began his long and perilous hike to the top of the band section, smack bang in the center of the bleachers. On the way up he almost tripped on an over excited young girl hyped up on sugar, nearly ran into a soccer mom talking loudly on her phone, and narrowly avoided collision with the several boys sporting soccer uniforms that followed her like baby ducks.
When he made it to the few row of bleachers above the band member's heads, he found that section surprisingly empty, save for one boy, hunched over something in his lap and on the row closest to the band. The band was fenced in, but if he wanted to talk to Charlie, then he could probably squat in the isle and whisper to her, as long as the band director didn't spot him. He was just lucky the clarinets were on the top rows.
And then the band started playing, and he understood the lack of people in this area. How could so much noise come from behind the band? He questioned.
Miserable, he took his seat behind the red headed clarinet by the name of Charlie Bradbury, almost next to the other boy. He tapped his leg briefly, anxiously. Looking around, he ran his hand through his dark hair, making it stick up even more than it already did. And then he looked over at the boy next to him again, and did a double take.
"Sam?" He called out to the long haired brunette from his 2A class, the only other person sitting behind the band. Luckily, the band had stopped their piece at that time, and Sam heard him, turning to him, confused at first. Then a grin broke out onto his face.
"Castiel! Hey, you're from my 2A class right? We did that project together a week back."
"Yeah, yeah." Castiel was surprised that he actually remembered him. The group project had been a two day thing, and the groups were pre-assigned. Sam was the smartest kid in their whole class, and constantly had people fawning over him, so Castiel considered himself lucky to even be in the same class as him, let alone be able to work on a project with him. "And you can just call me Cas." He whispered quietly.
"Okay Cas." Sam took a bite of the pretzel he was holding. "What brings you up here?"
"Just bringing this one her hot dog." Cas slipped the warm meat to Charlie without the director, who was sitting nearby, noticing, grinning as she waved enthusiastically at him.
"You've got to see this one Cassie!" She whispered excitedly, leaning in. "He's like a real life Ken doll!"
Then, in a louder voice, she practically called out, "Oh thank god, you brought it!" She immediately took a huge bite out of it. "They don't feed us anything up here!"
"I know, right?" The senior next to her rolled his eyes, turning around. "It's like they're trying to starve us."
The look on Charlie's face practically screamed That's him!
Sam rolled his eyes. "Cas, this idiot here is the reason I'm stuck up here." Then he addressed the senior. "Dean, this is my friend Cas. Cas, this is my brother Dean."
"Pleasure to meet you." Dean mumbled through a mouthful of pie. How the heck did he even get pie up here? The he turned to face Cas, swallowing his food and giving him a winning smile.
However, Cas was too frozen to even think about returning it. As he gazed into this boy's jade colored eyes, he seemed unable to respond. They sparkled in the sunlight, and seemed to pierce straight through Cas' soul. Quickly, he turned away, trying to conceal his blush. I'm antisocial and socially awkward on my best day… he thought. What did I do to deserve this?
"Thanks." Cas finally managed to muster up. Wait, no, that's not all you say! What seemed like the longest awkward silence of his life seemed to follow. "It's nice to meet you too."
Dean simply grinned, turning to address Sam. "Is this the Cas that I've heard so much about? The one who is always in the library?"
Sam looked at him in confusion. "I mentioned him, yeah-"
"Well," Dean smirked. "I don't have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?"
Charlie, meanwhile, was barely containing her excitement, almost gleefully watching the scene in front of her.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Don't mind him. He flirts with everyone."
"Right, right." Cas tried to still his pounding heart. He tried to shake it off, turning to Charlie. Oh boy Charlie, you've really done it this time...
"You need to ask him out!" She whispered hurriedly, trying not to be too loud, and Cas tried not to shoot her down so harshly. She was always trying to set him up with people. Why couldn't she leave him in peace, away from strange seniors with jade colored eyes and strong, perfect jawlines and body types that even made the ugly band uniforms they had to wear look good? Why couldn't she?
"Shh!" Cas whispered finally, flustered. He tried to ignore the stare that were biting into the back of his neck, tried to turn his thoughts away from those eyes. "So how was your weekend?" he asked in an attempt to change the topic.
The longer he continued his forced conversation with Charlie, the more the intense stare from the jade eyed boy bothered him. Moving his hand slowly, he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"But seriously, you do need to ask him out." Charlie grinned, changing the topic back to that once again.
"Charlie!" His deep voice got deeper in an attempt to conceal his surprise. "I just met him today!"
"Hey, Castiel?" a voice from behind him made him jump from his hushed conversation with Charlie.
Slowly, he turned. "Yes Dean?"
"Seriously, dude you're always in the library. And, um…" He looked briefly at Sam, who just kind of elbowed him. It appeared Sam had been talking to Dean as well. "I think you're really adorable when you do that thing where you bite your pencil on a complicated project, or the flushed expression you get when you can't quite seem to get a question right, or…" He trailed off, embarrassed of his library stalking.
There was a brief pause where Cas considered exactly what he wanted to tell Dean. "I do appreciate your humor and I find you aesthetically pleasing as well." Immediately, he blushed a deep crimson. Shit.
In the silence that followed, many thoughts raced through his head, the most recurring of which was wow Castiel you're such an idiot he'll never look at you again and you've ruined your only chance with the perfect man, you can't do anything right!
"So… This Saturday, pick you up at four?" Dean's questioning voice rang out, and Cas could hear it clear as a bell, even through the chaos that was a high school football game. He wasn't creeped out, he was thinking of a good time to ask him out!
A slow smile spread out across Cas' face. "Yeah. See you then."
"I promise to wear something a little nicer than this." Dean picked at his band uniform, grinning.
"Should I wear something nicer? Is it fancy?" You don't own anything fancy!
"You're perfect just the way you are."
"Winchester! Stop flirting with that poor boy and pay attention to your cues!" The band director's voice rang out, and they both realized that the band had been playing for a few seconds now. "Just because you're a senior doesn't mean you get to lollygag around when you should be joining the rest of the band!"
And with a wink, Dean faced front again and put his clarinet back to his lips.
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So yeah, that's the story! Let me know what you think with a comment or favorite, please! Have a great day! :D