Summary: Dean catches an attractive young man looking at him at a party. Upon a series of events, he comes into contact with this odd partygoer.
AU: High-school
Pairing: Destiel
A/N: I literally have no clue what happened here. I just kind of crapped this out last night and finished it today. I seriously don't even know what went on in this story.
Dean laughed as he took a sip of his beer. He was at one of the biggest parties of the school year. Everyone was invited through a system of 'pass it on' invitations. Almost the entire school attended each year. The only thing different about this year is that some of the invites got leaked to a few other district schools, bringing in teenagers from all over. Dean liked it better that way, personally. There were less chicks to slap him the next day if they didn't know him.
Dean mingled through the crowd checking out the girls and flirting amongst them. He wasn't going to lie. He was known for being a player at his school, but most girls overlooked that since with his good looks, everyone wanted to hit that. He was actually quite proud of that. Dean laughed as Jo, a young, pretty blonde walked by and ground up against him. She turned around and winked at him. See, normally, he would've proceeded to talk the girl up and make out a little, but not Jo. Jo was like his little sister who enjoyed flirting with him for the kicks of it.
Jo slapped his butt as she proceeded on through the crowd. He walked through on his own route, determined to find at least one hot babe to chat up and maybe even get a good lay if he was lucky. Dean scanned through the faces, quickly watching as girls danced to the sound of the music. He found it slightly difficult to find someone attractive underneath the seizure-inducing strobe lights. Dean still smiled at every girl that walked past, pretending like he was interested in all of them.
Cas stood in a relatively less denser area of the party. On his typical Friday night, he would be lying on the sofa with his nose buried deep in a large book. Cas sighed as he watched a pair of drunk teenagers grope each other on the dance floor. He preferred to stay away from all the attention and action, standing on the second floor, looking down on most of the party. The second floor was still crowded with people, just less of them.
Cas's big brother Gabriel swung by him, two pretty blondes on his waist. "C'mon, Cassie. Have some fun. This is the one party you attend a year, and that's only because I force you to drag your ass out here."
Cas snorted as his brother's comment and shook his head. "Sorry, Gabriel, but you know I don't like to participate in activities such as these. Teenagers these days are so immoral."
"You say that as if you aren't a teenager." Gabriel laughed.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I wasn't crafted in God's typical idea of a teenager. I'm different and I'm proud." Cas replied.
"Well, okay, weirdo. Have fun doing absolutely nothing." Gabriel retorted.
"I wonder if they have a library here..." Cas mused to himself, looking at his surroundings.
As he scanned the large house, he finally saw something he liked. Well, not something. Rather, someone. Cas tends to get to know someone before he even considers them for friends, let alone a relationship. His last relationship didn't end well. He didn't end it though, but neither did she. Her ex-boss did. He stabbed her to death in an abandoned warehouse. Cas was quite upset by the event, but with the help of his older brothers, had put it behind him. His eldest brother, Lucifer, had told him he should find another girl and he did. The only thing different was that, he went too fast with her. He slept with her on the first date and the next morning she stabbed him. Boy, he sure knew how to pick them, didn't he?
Cas kept his gaze trained on the attractive young man making his way through the crowd, obviously without any set destination. This man was broad-shouldered and athletic, obviously a football player. He had green eyes, brought about by his forest green shirt. He wore jeans, tight in all the right places and a brown leather jacket. By observing his movements, Cas discovered that this man had a friendly disposition, or at least faked one well.
Cas's eyes followed every movement of this man as he shuffled through the mass. Suddenly, this man was looking at Cas. Cas's eyes widened and he shifted awkwardly in his corner. He was frozen in place, unsure of what to do. And then this green-eyed beauty smiled at him. It wasn't a friendly smile, but it wasn't a smile meant to woo and seduce. It was inviting and greeting and it made Cas's legs turn to jelly. Cas's sense of reality snapped back into place and he dashed behind the crowd, doing anything to escape the view of this man.
Dean paused for a moment, chuckling at how obviously nervous this mysterious kid was. Who wears a formal suit and a trenchcoat to a party anyways? There was something off about this young man though. He was different. He wasn't different in the geeky or disturbing freak of nature sense. He was different in the good way. Dean just found it funny, perplexing, and dare he say it, kind of cute the way that this boy ran off when he saw Dean smiling at him. Dean scanned the nearby crowd, searching for the glance of that same puzzling kid again.
Dean stopped after a moment and returned to searching for attractive girls. He saw one he finally liked. She had jet black hair and blue eyes. She saw him looking at her and she approached him. She put her arm around his waist and greeted him with a seductive expression. He smiled back at her, instantly charming her. The girl circled around to his front, placing her arm on his other side. He placed his hand in her back pocket and she pressed her chest up against his. She slowly moved her hand down to his pocket and pulled out the pen that was sticking out. She gently scrawled her number onto his arm and walked away, placing the pen back in his pocket.
Once Cas was in a different location, he stopped and scanned the crowd again. Instantly, his eyes locked back on that same man from earlier. He was mingling through the crowd, but this time was obviously in search of someone. Cas pondered who this man was searching for. Only but five minutes had passed since he saw Cas. Is that enough time to be in search of someone? Cas once again observed this man's mannerisms. He may not seem it, but if you look closely, he's not like the others. He pretends he is, but Cas knows he's different. If there is one thing Cas can spot in an instant, it's different. And this man was it.
Dean scrambled his way through people, constantly checking for black hair, blue eyes, and a tan trenchcoat. He figured if he goes upstairs, that he can probably find this man easier. Dean started overlooking all the women, and just searching the men. Dean made his way up the stairs quickly, his want to find this strange person growing exponentially. The more Dean thought about him, the more he wanted to meet him. Finally, Dean spotted him, cowering behind a crowd behind the railing on the other side of the floor. Dean waved at him, beaming largely. The young man immediately froze, and then hurried off to hide himself yet again. If Dean's fast enough, he can probably follow the man before he disappears again.
"I need to hide better next time." Cas muttered to himself. "If I go downstairs, then he'll probably search for me up here and not return downstairs."
Cas started making his way towards the stairs on the other side of the floor, but stopped himself with a thought. "You ignorant fool. You don't even know he was looking for you. He probably wasn't. He just thinks you're a creep and is trying to be friendly. Either way, I should get out of his way."
Cas continued rushing towards the stairs, keeping close to the crowd. His mind raced with thoughts of this unnaturally attractive man. He looked at his feet more so than ahead, keeping his head down and his face away from the view of anyone. He quickened his pace, desperate to hide. Cas was perfectly fine until he bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry." Cas mumbled, rushing to get passed, but felt a strong hand grab his arm. He flinched, ready to be hit, punched, or kicked.
After a moment of not being hit, but not being let go of, Cas warily opened his eyes, and they quickly widened as he saw who was grabbing onto his arm.
"Hey there." Dean smirked, pulling this skiddish teenager to face Dean.
Castiel breaths wavered as he looked up, terrified, at this man he'd been watching throughout the evening.
"So." Dean began, releasing his grip on Cas's arm. "I couldn't help but notice that you were checking me out earlier."
"I'm s-sorry." Cas stammered. "I thought you were someone else."
"No you didn't. You suck at lying." Dean smiled, internally dying over the gruff sound of this man's voice.
"Still. I'm sorry, I'll just leave you alone." Cas said quickly, looking bashfully at his feet as he turned to run off.
"Don't you dare go hide on me again. I'm in no mood for games." Dean teased.
Cas turned back to this charismatic man and smiled awkwardly. "Okay...What do you want?"
"I want to know what a guy like you is doing at a party like this." Dean replied.
"It's the only party I attend each year. My brother forces me to come." Cas answered curtly.
"Why not enjoy yourself then?" Dean asked. "I mean, you obviously have some interest in me, so why not pursue it?"
"I...I um...don't like to intervene." Cas answered.
"You were watching me long enough to know that I wasn't talking to anyone. I was just thinking about that strange dude I saw checking me out and wondering who you were." Dean responded.
"Well, now you know. I'm just that. I'm just a strange dude who was checking you out." Cas sighed. "Can I go now?"
"If that's what you really want." Dean muttered. "I mean, I wouldn't mind talking to you or something."
"Oh." Cas mumbled.
"But if you want, you can go hide somewhere and be bored." Dean shrugged. "Or you can make your big brother proud."
"I mean if you put it like that..." Cas trailed off.
"Awesome." Dean smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. "You're strange, aren't you?"
"I suppose." Cas replied. "Isn't everyone strange?"
"No." Dean answered.
"What do you mean?" Cas asked.
Dean pointed to a group of girls laughing huddled on the dance floor. "See them?"
"Yes." Cas said.
"Well tell me what's different about them. They're all wearing the same kind of outfit, acting exactly the same, dancing exactly the same. Besides their physical appearance, how are they different?" Dean asked.
"Well I suppose they aren't." Cas mumbled.
"Exactly. They're not special. I don't give two shits about them." Dean paused. "But you are a whole 'nother case. You're much different. And that intrigues me."
"So you're not completely freaked out because I was checking you out?" Cas asked awkwardly.
"Of course not." Dean rolled his eyes. "I mean, what sense would that make since I was checking you out, too. When you weren't hiding of course."
"Oh." Cas said quietly. "That's not the answer I was expecting."
"Why?" Dean laughed. "Did you think I was going to think you were a complete freak and run away the second I saw you?"
"Actually, yes." Cas answered.
"Oh. Well you're way too hot to be thinking like that. Have some self-esteem." Dean patted Cas on the back.
"That was a compliment, right?" Cas asked.
"Yeah." Dean chuckled.
"Then thank you, I suppose." Cas replied.
Dean nodded.
"Do you have any knives on you?" Cas asked.
"Random question much?" Dean laughed.
"Answer. Do you have a knife?"
"No." Dean answered awkwardly.
"Do you plan to stab me?" Cas asked.
"Of course not." Dean burst out laughing.
"Do you plan to st-" Cas started.
"Dude." Dean said covering Cas's face with his hand. "I'm not stabbing anyone. Not now. Not ever. Except maybe my brother."
Cas took in a sharp breath.
"Kidding, dude." Dean laughed. "I'm kidding."
Cas sighed in relief. "I have a bad history of stabbings."
"Care to share?" Dean smiled.
"Well, my last girlfriend died because she was stabbed to death. Her ex-boss stabbed her in the stomach with a serrated knife multiple times." Cas replied.
"I take it theres more?" Dean asked.
"My older brother, Lucifer-"
"Satan's your brother?" Dean scoffed. "Is is safe to be talking to you?"
"Lucifer wouldn't hurt a fly. He's one the nicest in my family, really. Besides me." Cas said.
"Haven't heard that one before. Continue." Dean replied.
"Lucifer said that to help me get past Meg's death, that I should go find another girl. I did. Her name was April. She was very understanding about Meg. Then we slept on the first date. I woke up in the morning and she stabbed me." Cas muttered.
"Son of a bitch." Dean retorted. "Should I fear for my life now?"
"No. I don't see why you would. The only stabbings have occurred when I'm involved with someone." Cas said.
Dean laughed. "You're a little oblivious, aren't you?"
Cas thought for a moment, but then turned towards Dean. He blinked a few times in surprise as he understood what Dean was saying. Before he could respond, Cas felt lips on his. Was he dreaming?
Dean snaked his hands to this strangers waist, untucking his shirt and rubbing his calloused fingers against his smooth skin. He felt this boy press into him, cautiously wrapping his arms around Dean in reply. Dean pulled away from him gently.
"Now I don't know about you, but I'm not catching the 'he must think I'm a freak' vibe there." Dean smiled.
Cas smiled awkwardly back at Dean. "Me neither."
"Awesome." Dean said, "Can I see your scar?"
"Scar?" Cas asked.
"Yeah. You said some bitch stabbed you." Dean replied.
"Oh." Cas chuckled bashfully. "Yeah."
Cas pulled Dean behind him into a bedroom at sat down on the bed, untucking his shirt. He undid the last few buttons and lifted it up, revealing a large, jagged scar along his stomach.
"The hospital did a crap job at stitching you up." Dean said. "Unless this was another serrated knife."
"It was not." Cas answered. "It was very smooth."
"Well then my point stands. Next time someone stabs you, don't go to that hospital." Dean repeated.
"I suppose it would also be convenient to not get stabbed again." Cas added.
Dean smiled and laughed. "Yeah. I suppose that would be good, too."
Dean traced the scar with his finger slowly outlining it. Cas watched the expression on his face rapidly change with each passing second. Suddenly, the young man in front of him retracted quickly and pulled Cas into a nearby closet. Cas was confused at first, but then heard the sounds of someone entering the room. Dean pushed the clothing hangers to one side, the light leaking in from around the doors.
Dean looked up and smiled at the boy in front of him. The kid smiled back at him, laughing under his breath. The closet quickly began getting hot and Dean pulled at the collar of his shirt in an attempt to cool himself off. Eventually, he just shed his leather jacket and over shirt, leaving him in just his T-shirt.
Cas tried to hold himself from pouncing on this work of art called a boy in front of him. He could easily make out his chiseled muscles in the dark. Cas gulped as he felt his face flushing. Finally resorting to similar means as the other in the closet, he shed his trenchcoat and suit down to his white button-up.
Dean looked over and smiled at the boy next to him, not bothering to be subtle. He smiled back at Dean, a certain sparkle in his eye.
"How much longer are we going to be in this fucking closet?" Dean whispered.
The light that shown from the outside moved up and down Cas's face as he chuckled silently. "Getting bored?"
"Duh. I'm standing in a hot closet with a hot stranger. What am I supposed to do?" Dean replied.
Cas shrugged innocently. "I don't know. Maybe the hot stranger."
Dean raised an eyebrow at his new acquaintance. "Okay, that was unexpected."
Cas's smile fell. Is this man disturbed by him now? He probably is. Cas silently scolded himself for ever coming to this party. Now, he'd have to sit here in an awkward silence with a stranger who knows that he is attracted him.
"But also incredibly smooth for a guy like you." The man next to him finished.
"Guy like me?" Cas asked uncomfortably.
"Well, yeah. Obviously you don't pick up many chicks." Dean replied with a smirk. "So considering your God-graced good looks and that line right there, I can't seem to wrap my head around why you're single."
"I do not see what concern it is of yours." Cas said. "Although don't you think that they might be worried about getting stabbed?"
Dean snorted and smiled. "I suppose, but if you want my honest opinion-"
"I don't really care." Cas interrupted.
"Well you're getting my opinion anyways." Dean stated. "So, in my opinion, getting stabbed would be worth it."
"That's a large sentiment considering you know nothing about me." Cas said.
"Well we're pretty much trapped in a closet here. Do we just stare at each other stalker-style the whole time?" Dean retorted.
"If that's what you'd like." Cas replied.
"Sarcasm." Dean smiled. "I was being sarcastic."
"Oh. So you don't wish to stare at me." Cas mused.
"Don't jump to conclusions. No one said that." Dean smirked.
"Was that a flirtation?" Cas asked.
"It's whatever you want it to be." Dean winked.
"Well, then that was a flirtation." Cas said.
Dean smiled at the young man before him. "Good choice."
"Well?" Cas prodded.
"Well what?" Dean asked.
"Are you just going to stand there the rest of your life?" Cas answered.
"Maybe." Dean teased. "Unless you want me to do something else of course."
Cas smiled faintly at the remark. "Like what?"
Dean wrapped his fingers around the blue, satin tie around the other man's neck and pulled him forward, holding his face next to his own. Dean could hear the man's shaky, nervous breath in his ear and feel it's warmth against his neck.
"Like this." Dean whispered in a gruff voice, slowly undoing his blue-eyed friend's tie with one hand.
"Is that all?" Cas replied into Dean's ear teasingly.
"You tell me." Dean said.
"Maybe I'll just show you." Cas whispered smugly as his hands went to Dean's sides and began tugging his shirt up.
Cas's tie fell to the floor and Dean pulled out of his shirt. Dean undid the buttons on Cas's shirt, pulling it off his arms. Dean moaned quietly as the younger man bit his bottom lip and ran his hands through his hair. Cas violently ripped his belt out from his waist and threw it to the side as Dean's fingers dug into his back. He pulled at Dean's belt, pulling it out from his jeans and tossing it aside. Cas ran his hand down Dean's chest, firm and toned like he expected it to be. Dean's jeans fell to his ankles as he unfastened them.
Dean slouched against the wall in the closet laughing, still bare-chested, his jeans hanging unzipped.
"I do not see what is so humorous." Cas muttered, quickly buttoning up his shirt while scrambling for his tie.
Dean chuckled, biting on his bottom lip. "Everything. I have a girlfriend that is literally right out there."
Dean pointed outside the closet, smiling towards his chest.
"Well, good for you." Cas retorted, as he pulled on his black jacket.
Dean leaned over and tossed Cas his trenchcoat. "I'm just saying. I'm sitting here half-naked in a dark closet with a guy I haven't seen in my life."
"Congratulations." Cas replied bitterly, sticking an arm in his sleeve.
"I'm Dean by the way." Dean smiled, sticking his hand out for Cas to shake it.
"And I'm never seeing you again." Cas said quickly, opening the closet doors and walking out, quickly disappearing into the crowd outside. Dean sighed and picked up his shirt, putting his clothes back on and waltzing out of the room.
Cas finally saw his brother chatting up some girls across the floor. Cas quickly ran up to his brother and crossed his arms.
"Gabriel." He said sternly. "Can we go now?"
Gabriel smiled as he gave his little brother a quick once over. "Nice sex hair, Cassie."
"What?" Cas asked a little too quickly and nervously. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Your hair is a mess. Your shirt is buttoned wrong, and your belt's going the wrong way." Gabriel smiled.
Cas panicked. "I was outside and it was windy. That's why my hair's messed up. As for my clothes, I must have done them like that before we came."
"I know you, Cassie." Gabriel snickered. "And you always make sure you look perfect before going around people.
Cas shifted his weight awkwardly on his feet and his brother smiled at him.
Gabriel sighed. "Fine, Cassie. Only because you probably need a good washing up."
"Thank you." Cas said, trying to flatten out his hair.
Cas woke up and checked his phone. He had a new message. He opened it up and got a confused look on his face when he read it.
*smiles*
He slowly replied.
Who is this?
*friendly wave*
This isn't funny. Who is this?
hey there
Cas slammed his phone shut and threw it on the bed.
"No." He scowled. "No. No. No! This is not possible."
He hesitantly picked up his phone again when he got another message.
dont you dare go hide on me again
You must have the wrong number.
no i dont
Go away.
no
I don't want to speak to you again.
never did learn your name
That's because we're not going to talk to each other again.
thats why i got your name from your brother
castiel right?
Correct. Now goodbye and I hope you're not a heartless ass to all your girlfriends.
at least i don't get mine stabbed
That was rude.
so is not telling me your name
some people are so difficult
Like you. Why won't you leave me alone? I don't wish to talk to you again.
if that were true, you wouldnt be responding to me
I'm not going to see you again, so your efforts are meaningless.
whatever
we'll see about that