"You're daring me to what? "
Dean Winchester stared at the small Valentine's Day card in his hand.
Heknew it was a bad idea to join a game of truth or dare on fucking Valentine's Day; he silently cursed himself for not seeing this coming from half a mile away.
But Dean Winchester had never backed down from a dare.
"You want me to give this to him? "
He hoped they didn't. He hoped that he heard wrong. He knew that he didn't. Still, no harm in hoping desperately, right?
Because they wanted him to give the card to Castiel, with his blue gaze and cute frown and ruffled hair. Castiel, who had caught Dean's eye since the first day of school.
And just how fucking likely was it that they chose Castiel for him to give the stupid paper thing to? Had Dean really been that transparent? Or was it just horrible luck?
Benny smirked, way too knowingly for Dean's liking. "Yep, we dare you to give Castiel Novak the Valentine's Day card. Right now, face to face. "
Dean Winchester had never, ever backed down from a dare.
He wasn't going to start now.
The actual giving of the card was a bit of a blur, he remembered confused blue eyes, running, shoving the flimsy red thing into Castiel's hands, more running. Although it was probably not in that order. Did he even explain that it was a dare? Did he want to? He did remember muttering something, the context of which he had forgotten.
Well, fuck this.
Dean did not spend the entire walk home worrying about how Castiel would have reacted. He did not let it bother him all afternoon, and he got to sleep just fine, dammit. He totally did, or didn't, whatever.
He also did not consider staying away from school the following day, sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, seriously pondering whether to pretend to be sick.
He wasn't sure what he was expecting to see at school, people laughing at him, perhaps, would Castiel avoid him now? He just might, shit, what had he done?.
He certainly wasn't expecting to see the single red rose taped to his locker, or the small note attached to it on which had been written, in neat handwriting " from Castiel. "
