It had been a week already and the older Winchester was no better at being a gentleman. He'd already snapped at Lucifer and Michael enough to find his bag in the fountain in the school's courtyard multiple times. Balthazar had been keeping a record of the tea sets he'd broken which had almost doubled the debt; he'd probably have to work for them for 10 years to pay it off now but it was all for Sam and that was enough to keep him going. Because of the debt, he'd enrolled in the school; as it happens, Gabriel's father owned the place so with a lot of coercing; he was able to obtain a scholarship somehow.
It had been a nightmare this time; the school's annual ball was approaching so clients were more rabid than usual which wasn't easy. Dean just wasn't cut out for being a host. Running through the room, away from the twins who he'd delivered the wrong cake to; he darted behind the curtain that he knew hid the piano. Obviously there was a piano; it was a music room after all!
His eyes caught a glimpse of a tan trench coat which was draped over the ivory coloured instrument. It didn't look expensive enough to belong to any clients or hosts. The only option he could consider was that it was Sam's but then he'd never seen Sam in a trench coat. He edged closer carefully as to not alert anyone outside that he was in here. As he took the fabric into his hand, he heard shuffling from under the grand piano before the coat was tugged from his hand.
"Hello?" It was more a request for a response than anything else.
After a few moments a head popped out from under the piano, staring up at Dean. Icy blue eyes searched, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and in that second Dean felt his breath catch slightly.
"Oh, you're the Host Club's new dog," a husky voice asked as the boy began to stand, dusting his uniform off. All the 'dog' could respond with was a brief nod before the strange boy who had just appeared crawled out from under the piano.
"I'm Castiel. I'm just waiting for my brother to be done with club activities."
"Alright, Cas. So you're not a host?" Dean wondered. Why did he have to act as the club's dog while there was somebody here who could've run all these errands?
"I'm supposed to be but I like to hide out here. I have a lot of work to catch up on. Plus I'm incredibly clumsy." Dean let out a coarse chuckle.
"Mind if I join you? I'm not good at being a host either."
"Yes I know, I've heard you breaking all those tea sets." The conversation lulled, leaving the two gazing at each other, neither of them knowing who'd speak next. Dean couldn't help but be captivated by those eyes. The icy hues caused him to be completely frozen, locked in those eyes. Of course he wasn't gay but there was something about this strange guy that made him want to know more.
"God, as much as I love Sammy I don't think I can put up with any more of this." The shy teen under the piano smiled up at Dean. God he's cute.
"You know, what you're doing for your brother is really great. I know mine can be hard to deal with but you're still willing to look after your brother. That's really something." He added a slight smile before they were interrupted by the twins' yelling.
"I don't want to give away your hideout so I guess I've gotta go. Hopefully I'll see you soon." With that Dean was gone through the curtain and ready to face the two who had been hunting him.
I'm glad I found someone sane in this club.
Sorry but that's all the pre-written stuff I have from years ago. I wish I'd written more but I have no idea where I'd want the story to go now. I'll leave the rest to your imaginations.