Hey look! Another update tonight!

I'm amazed at myself.

Anyway, it's rather short, which I did tell you that most of these chapters would be rather short...so yeah. And this one probably makes no sense. I'm just happy it's another update and I'm not just staring at a blank document while the cursor silently mocks me.

Enjoy!


Someone, somewhere had decided that it would be a good idea to let one Misha Collins do the morning announcements for the school. Dean had no idea who had thought of it, or who had thought that allowing Misha the use of a microphone that would allow him to speak to everyone at once was a good idea. He could imagine they were regretting it now though.

Because it wasn't a good idea.

Sure, it was entertaining. Made the mornings a little more bearable, but nothing really got done. Misha liked to ramble, he liked to be random and he liked to call everyone his minions.

Some mornings, like this morning, everyone was able to hear the principal in the background yelling, "Mr. Collins, please just get to the point!"

Misha would respond with a, "Right, right. Getting there," and would continue rambling on.

"Mr. Collins!"

"Alright, alright! Lastly my dear minions, it's time for yearbook pictures! All photos will be taken at a scheduled time. And by "scheduled," they mean "whenever the photographer feels like it," which generally means several hours later and when you're in the middle of a yawn, picking your nose or if you're really lucky when you're fiddling with that gigantic zit on your nose."

"Misha!"

"Right, right. Lastly, all students, please be aware that the homecoming dance is approaching! It's one of those important moments in your life, supposedly, so be careful when picking your date! Don't dilly dally either. You can obsess over them all you want for months on end, but if you take too long to get the balls to ask them to the dance, they'll already be going with someone else and you'll be humiliated for the rest of the year. Mainly by me."

There was the sound of the principal growling, "Give me that!" Followed by the sound of a scuffle and Misha shouting, "Thank you, have a great day, minions! Any complaints, please see me, your Overlord, in the parking lot after school!"

Dean snorted and turned to look at Castiel who was slowly and methodically banging his head against his desk. Dean reached over and grabbed Cas' shoulder, pulling him back from the desk, "Hey now. Don't want to go damaging your brain."

"I really don't understand how we're related. I'm not that bad, am I?"

"You're awesome in your own way, Cas." Cas snorted, rolled his eyes and picked his bag up off the floor when the bell rang.

They stepped out into the hallway and immediately Dean was assaulted by Misha, "So, Winchester. You pick out your dress yet?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You're taking dear Cassie here to the dance, aren't you?" Misha raised an eyebrow and slung his arm over Cas' shoulders. Cas scowled and tried to shrug him off, but Misha held on, waiting for Dean's answer.

Dean hadn't really thought about it, honestly. He'd never gone to a school dance, mostly because he just saw no point in them. It was his senior year though, and it would be a good chance to finally man up and ask Cas out… but to a dance?

Dean scowled at him and responded with, "Have you picked yours out yet?"

"Yep. Hot little red number. Strapless. I need to go shoe shopping though… you man enough to join me, Winchester?"

Dean really should have known there was no winning against Misha.

Cas' eyes widened, "Misha, please tell me you're joking. You're not really going in a dress are you?"

Misha winked at his brother and sauntered off down the hall, "You'll just have to wait and see, now won't you, Cassie?"

Castiel groaned and Dean patted his shoulder and the two headed off towards their next class. Halfway down the hall Dean stopped walking and placed his hand on Cas' shoulder to stop him as well.

"Dean? We're going to be late."

"Just… hang on a sec."

Cas frowned, "Can't it wait?

Dean shook his head, cleared his throat and said, "I've never really been one for dances, but uh… we don't have to go or anything, but do you maybe wanna go out sometime?"

Cas blinked up at him and his frown deepened, brows drawing together and eyes squinting up. Dean fidgeted in place and almost laughed it off as a joke but then Cas was smiling and it was like the sun coming out on a rainy day.

"I would like that very much."

"Yeah?" Cas simply nodded and his smile only widened, his nose scrunching up in a way that was absolutely not adorable.

Dean was pretty much at a loss of words for once so all he could manage to say was, "Awesome."

The bell signaling that they were now officially late rang through the empty hallway. The two looked at each other, shrugged and ended up in the nearest janitor's closet, Cas learning that kissing really was a lot of fun instead of learning about the Civil War.