AN: I have no clue how long this will be because I'm just writing it as it comes...so

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"Hey Sammy, you have a date for tonight?" Dean asks casually.

"No, that's not how it works, Dean," Sam rolls his eyes as he checks his reflection in the bathroom.

"Excuse me," he huffs, "Any special girl you want to dance with, then?"

"Uh… no."

"Liar," Dean smirks, "Who's the lucky lady?"

"No one, I don't want you embarrassing me," Sam informs him, stepping from the bathroom dressed in a simple black dress shirt and khaki's.

"Please, I'm your awesome older brother, everyone will be jealous."

"Whatever," he breathes, "I'm still not telling you."

"Fine, let's go princess," Dean hops off the couch; he's wearing one of his nicer green shirts and jeans. He figured he didn't really need to be too dressy considering he wasn't there to dance, just make sure everyone was behaving.

The dance was pretty tame compared to the ones he actually attended when he was in high school, but that was a public school he thought. He was standing by the bleachers, which were surprisingly empty. For a private school everyone was really social and if they weren't dancing they were talking and drinking punch.

During a song change, he heard some noise coming from behind him and turned to investigate. It was brief since a new song started up instantly, plus the bleachers where still empty. He wasn't stupid though, Dean walked down to the end of them to see if there was anyone under the bleachers. It took a while to climb through getting further into the semi darkness. He saw a couple figures, doing who knows what as he approached them.

"What's going on here?" Dean called, as he moved closer.

"Shit," a voice rasped.

"Sorry," another voice whispered as they fled in the opposite direction.

Dean stepped closer and wasn't surprised to find a disheveled Castiel, standing there coolly.

"Another friend of yours?" Dean questions.

"Why? Jealous?" Cas stares back, quickly moving into Dean's personal space, "Care to pick up where they left off?" He asks huskily, his mouth hovering over Dean's.

"That's inappropriate and you know it," he swallows thickly, trying to stand his ground.

"Is it?" He challenges, barley closing the distance with a soft brush of his lips against the older mans.

"Stop that," Dean orders authoritatively as he steps back, fighting every urge he has to just go with it.

"I know you want it."

"That's not the point," he starts, "if that was even true…" he adds lamely as Cas just smirks at him.

"You're so intent on trying to save me," Cas steps back, humor in his tone.

"I'm just trying to understand you," Dean clarifies, truthfully. "There's clearly something you're hiding, Cas."

"You have knight in shining armor written all over you," he informs him, "Your mistake is assuming that I need saving," Castiel looks up and away.

"Sorry for being a nice guy here," he snaps at him, "I guess you're just not used to those, huh." Dean wasn't sure if that was too far, but the kid was getting to him more than he wanted to admit. Something, maybe unease, flittered across Castiel's face as he looked back at Dean; before Dean turned to leave. "Don't let me catch you under here again," he throws back gruffly, leaving Cas alone under the bleachers.

Later on in the night, Dean was sitting at the top of the bleachers trying to keep a bird's eye view of the dance below; when someone joins him.

"What do you want?" he asks roughly, all ready knowing who it was.

Castiel doesn't reply just silently passes a flask over to him, Dean taking it reluctantly after making sure no one was looking.

"I should confiscate this," Dean informs him.

"It wouldn't matter," the boy shrugs, leaning back to rest on his elbows.

They sit in silence, watching all the kids dance on a rainy Sunday night and in an odd way they where bonding. Dean had no clue what possessed Cas to seek him out after what happened under the bleachers, but it was a good step.

"I figured you would have taken off," Dean breaks the silence.

"It's raining," he replies solemnly like that explained it all.

"Yea," he nods, not quite understanding. "What happened to your buddy?"

"Not worth the effort," Cas sighs, "The closeted ones never are."

Dean sat for a beat; did that mean he was gay? He couldn't be sure because he could have sworn that was a girl under the bleachers, but shrugged it off. When Dean was Cas's age he fucked anything that would have him, so it didn't really matter in the long run.

"You need a ride home tonight?" Dean offers.

"No," he takes another swig from the flask, "thanks."

"Suite yourself," he shrugs, a little surprised by the nicety of the situation, "it's there if you want it."

Cas nods quietly pocketing his flask and rising, striding down the seats wordlessly. Dean just watching his retreating back, as he crosses the dance floor and exits the gym; he wasn't sure what to make of it all. One second, Castiel was coming on to him and the next he was being an almost normal human being. It was all kind of a lot to process; he was broken from his reverie however when he saw one of the other chaperones motioning to him.

After the dance wound down, with no other sighting of Castiel, he and Sammy helped clean up before going home for the night; the almost kiss was still plaguing Dean's mind. It was stupid really, the simple brushing of lips between a strong out at risk teenager had him squirming. The whole notion of it all was ridiculous really, the kid didn't have feelings for him and he was still a kid. No matter how much Dean rationalized it, he couldn't quite squash the ideas his mind was conjuring up.

That night he was plagued by those underage lips and eyes that seemed eons older then they really were. It felt so right, but most dreams like that did; it wasn't till consciences that you saw everything that was wrong with it.

These dreams continued for the rest of the week and when Thursday finally rolled around he was extremely nervous to be left alone with the kid. The whole first hour he kept repeating in his mind just how wrong it was to be lusting after Castiel, he was only a couple years older than Sammy after all. Every time he chanced a glance at the boy in question he felt uncomfortable like those cobalt eyes could see every impure thought lurking in his soul.

"Are you alright?" The deep voice asks when the others leave.

"Huh," Dean looks up at him, "Oh yeah, I'm fine," he clears his throat.

Castiel scrutinizes him for a beat; "Very well," he shrugs, leaning against the desk in front of Dean. "What new information will you try to beat out of me this week?" he nonchalantly picks at his shirt sleeve.

"I don't beat you," he rolls his eyes, relaxing a bit, "You wanta get out of here?"

The dark haired boy looks at him, blinking thoughtfully.

"I'm starving, I came straight from work….so burgers?" Dean grabs his coat off the back of his chair, "On me," he adds, really he couldn't be cooped up in this tiny room alone with the boy.

Cas follows after him, much to Dean's surprise; he half expected the kid to take off. They rode silently in the Impala to the little dinner down the street. Dean orders them both a burger and milkshakes, the kid looks he hadn't been eating regularly anyway.

"Your mom not feed you?" Dean jokes awkwardly.

"I am fully capable of taking care of myself."

"Never said you weren't," he holds up his hands, "Still doesn't answer the question though."

"My mother is preoccupied," he quietly states as he studies the table top.

"Meaning?" Dean tries to prod, hoping to not over step his boundaries.

"She works a lot," Castiel lies, partially anyway.

He looks at the boy trying to read him before giving up, "Ok… don't tell me."

Cas stands up, Dean about to stop him before he realizes that he's just heading to the bathroom. The food is on the table by the time he gets back, sniffling slightly as he slides back into the booth; Dean frowning slightly.

"Really?" He glares at Castiel meaningfully.

"What?"

"Freebasing the bathroom," Dean whispers angrily.

"I do not know what you are talking about," Cas glares back at him, tentatively taking a bite from his burger.

Dean not wanting to cause a scene so he just picks at his food. They are inching past their usual hour to be over and Castiel seems to be getting a little anxious when he glances at the clock on the wall.

"I have to go," he slides out of the booth.

Dean chokes down his bite of food, "Hang on I'll drive you," he takes a sip of his water quickly, wondering why there was sudden change in the guy.


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