Cas POV:
"So…" I wheeled around to see Dean, "How would you….like to hang out with me, Wednesday?" He flashed a hopeful grin, and of course I couldn't refuse.

"Sure! I'd...like that…" I admitted, "Where do you live? I'll need Gabe to drop me off on my way home from school."

"Here." He passed me a folded note which I slid into my bag. I mumbled a shy thanks, and he muttered an even quieter "No problem".

When I finally clambered into Gabe's golden Sedan, the first thing from his mouth was:

"Who's that kid?"

"What kid?" I inquired.

"That one." Gabe pointed to Dean who's eyes occasionally flickered in my direction, "He keeps...watching you. What for?"

I shrugged, "I dunno." but I could feel my ears growing warm, Gabe's way of knowing one of four things:

1. I was embarrassed

2. I was angry

3. I was happy

4. I'm lying

"You're lying, aren't you?"

"What? No!" I objected

"Admit it!" He chortled, "You definitely are!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yeah right!"

"Exactly my point, Gabe, I'm right."

He grumbled something inaudible under his breath, started the engine, and drove away.

In my bedroom that night I unfolded the note from Dean which read:

I'm staying at 1704 Arbor Road. My number is 884-5768, give me a call if you'd like.

"Why yes, Dean, I'd love to give you a call." I murmured while grabbing my phone and dialing Dean's number as I sat down on my bed. The phone rang three times before Dean answered my his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dean. It's me, Cas."

"Cas! Oh, hi…"

"So….." How do you even talk to some boy that you like? I wondered, my face burning as the seconds that felt like years ticked by, "What would you like to do with me Wednesday?"

"I don't know, actually. I was just thinking we could...do stuff, I guess."

"Stuff. Sounds good to me."

"Yeah…"

"...Yep…."

"You know what? I think I just heard my dad calling me for dinner." I fibbed, eager to escape the awkward silence.

"Yeah, I think Sam just asked for me, too." Dean replied, "See you tomorrow then?"

"That'd be great." I sighed, relived. Dean hung up and I flopped back onto my pillow which I buried my face into, wishing to never remove my face from it again.

I had just made a fool of myself and lied to Dean Winchester.