The smell of booze and smoke hit Castiel's nose as soon as he walked into the house. He wrinkled his nose. Castiel navigated his way through the hallways in the enormous house, not without running into teens having wall sex. The smell was worse in some rooms than others, so Castiel settled on a room with the music blaring loudly. This was only the beginning of what Castiel thought was going to a horrible night.

Castiel leaned against a wall with a drink in his hand for most of the party. He would watch some drunk people make out sloppily, and some guys get too handsy. He looked up at the ceiling, hoping the clock would move faster. Castiel told Anna he would come, he never said he would stay to the end. All he wanted to do was wait for time to pass and leave when Anna wasn't looking. Right when he didn't expect it, a somewhat familiar face greeted him.

"Hey, it's Castiel, right?" He heard Dean Winchester shout over the music.

"Yes." Castiel responded, not really in the mood to talk, especially to him.

Castiel had a huge crush on Dean, with his charming looks and friendly nature. But, of course, he was a jock. Castiel never really got to know him (How could he?), so he assumed Dean was just like all the other stuck up jocks, and he gave up trying to befriend Dean.

"You don't look too happy," Dean stated.

Castiel rolled his eyes and walked down a hallway. He heard footsteps behind him and didn't have to guess who the belonged to. He turned around and almost ran into Dean.

"Look, what do you want?" Castiel asked.

"Jeez, what crawled up you're ass and died.." Dean mumbled.

"What's your problem?" Castiel defended.

Dean raised his hands in defense, as if to surrender.

"Look, man, I was just trying to talk to you, but clearly you don't like the idea of that, so I'll just leave." Dean turned to walk down the hallway. Castiel sighed and grabbed his arm.

"I'm sorry for being rude. I just didn't expect anything good out of you." Castiel said.

Dean chuckled. "What exactly did you expect out of me?"

Castiel shrugged. "I'm not ever sure what to expect.."

"Well, I wasn't planning on embarrassing you, if that's what you thought." Dean added.

Castiel just looked at Dean for a moment. How could someone so stereotypical be just the opposite?

Castiel stuck out his hand. "I don't think we properly met.."

Dean smiled and shook his hand. "I'm Dean Winchester."

"I'm Castiel Novak." He smiled slightly.

Dean dropped his hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Castiel."

"As to you." Castiel was full out beaming.

Dean and Castiel just looked at each other before bursting out in laughter. Dean put his hand on Castiel's shoulder to prevent himself from falling on the floor. Castiel didn't normally like it when people would touch him, but with Dean, it felt like a refreshing feeling; like it was a new emotion hidden deep in his heart, waiting to be uncovered.

Dean wiped away an imaginary tear. "So, anyway, why are you here if you didn't want to?"

Castiel raised an eyebrow. "I never said I didn't want to be here.."

Dean punched Castiel in the arm playfully. "It's pretty obvious you don't wanna be here."

Castiel smiled. "It's that obvious?"

Dean smiled and nodded.

"My sister dragged me here." Castiel explained.

"You're sister?" Dean clarified.

"Yes." Castiel responded.

"Wow, that's really something.." Dean chuckled to himself.

Castiel rolled his eyes, yet smiled.

The night went on, and Castiel and Dean stayed in that same hallway, talking about anything they could think of.

"You're definitely something, Dean." Castiel mumbled to himself with a smile.

Dean's face lit up. "So, you think I'm interesting?"

Castiel shook his head. "I'm just saying I'd rather think about you than about that stain on the carpet.

Dean laughed and took a drink from Castiel's cup.

Castiel was lying, of course. He wanted to think about Dean, not even as a crush, just as a person. He was the most amazing person Castiel had every met, boyfriend material or not, Dean was a really good person. He hoped Dean would want to talk to him after the party, but he didn't get his hopes up, so all he did was pray the night wouldn't end anytime soon.