"Hello, Dean. 'Wanna sit down at my table, or do you want us to sit alone? I don't wanna over whelm you. I remember how I was when I first moved here." He elucidated.
Dean shrugged. "If you want me to meet your friends, it's totally cool, Cas."
"Well, Gabe's been asking about your brother. He thinks he's cute." He giggled. "I didn't know if you wanted to deal with that yet or not."
Dean shifted uncomfortably. "My brother's not cute. He's... He's- short, and he's smells funny." Cas couldn't help but notice how protective Dean was. It was cute!
"It'd be weird if you thought so. He's alright lookin'." Cas smiled, and nudged Dean. "Does he know you like me?"
"He, um..." Dean cleared his throat, taking a place in line for pizza. "He doesn't know I'm gay."
"Oh. So, maybe I shouldn't be so flirtatious when we're around other people?" Cas felt a small flint of his hope in their date diminish.
Dean nodded. "I feel bad, but yeah. When we're alone, or, I mean, if you'd let me take you to a movie or a fair or something, that'd be okay. But at school, I'd prefer if we keep in on the down low."
Cas nodded, looking away. "Yeah," He chirped. "I totally understand. It's alright. Don't feel bad." He smiled up at Dean. He couldn't be upset with Dean. Look at him! He was so beautiful. "I didn't tell my friends that you asked me out." He added.
Dean chewed on his bottom lip anxiously. "I'm sorry."
But, just then, a body pushed through the two. "Hiya, Dean. I'm Gabe. Is your brother in ninth or tenth grade?" He smiled.
"Ninth." He answered, but looked to Cas for confirmation. "Is this the one you were telling me about?"
Cas nodded and chuckled. "Oh, um. Yeah. He hasn't shut up about him since yesterday after drama class."
"You think my brother's cute, huh? Well, back off. He doesn't date, alright?"
"Says who? So protective." He smiled. "Does he get as heated as you do? Kinda gets me going." He winked and butted in front of Dean.
Dean sighed. "He seems nice." He smiled, with an attitude.
Small talk consumed them until they both got their food and sat down. A few people dragged a poster across the cafeteria, and tacked it up on the pin board. "What's that for?"
"Oh, that's the play we're doing next semester." Cas chimed. "You should try out with me." He smiled.
"I'm no peter pan, alright? I'm only in drama because I can't take gym anymore." He shook his head. "No thanks." He took a big bite of pizza. "Do they have pie here? This is the best school food I've ever had in my life."
"Oh, come on. You don't have to wear a tu-tu or anything. Just try out for a minor role. You'll probably only get a line or two." He giggled at Dean, who was trying to swallow all the food he'd just bitten off. "It looks good on your transcripts, being in drama club." He nudged Dean's foot from under the table. "Please?"
"I thought we agreed to try and hide my sexuality from my family?" He sighed. "They don't need to see me prancing around, and singing about the sea."
"Just a small role." He tried.
"What if I'm so good they cast me as the lead?" He smiled.
"So you'll do it?" He asked, holding his his hands on the table, in a fuss.
He shook his head. How could he tell Cas no? He looked so happy... He was smiling. He was slowly realizing he'd do anything to see him smile. "Yeah, I guess... You'll have to show me how to like... act and stuff though. Speaking of, what are we doing for our scene in class?"
"I don't know. I thought maybe you'd want to do it about Kansas. You moved from there, right? It's about placement this week. And accents, dialects." Cas said, nibbling on his salad.
Dean nodded. "Do I have an accent?"
"Yeah. You're a country boy." He smiled, and nudged his foot again.
"It's kinda cute when you do that." Dean said, blushing. He looked up at him from his drink, taking a sip.
"It's kinda cute when you look up at me through those pretty lashes of yours." Cas replied. He knew he couldn't flaunt Dean to the whole school, but maybe that didn't matter so much.
