*shoots wall* Bored.
It's super hot today and I have not posted on this story since forever so here. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters. Sadly. I wish I owned them though cause dem boys sexy.
ENJOY LILY
Dean and Cas never went to prom.
Cas didn't want to go, and Dean really couldn' t care less, but he'd asked Cas anyways.
"Do you want to go to prom?" He'd whispered into to space between him and Cas on his bed.
The room was dark, they had been up all night talking about random topics, until Cas had started yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"No," Cas murmured back, "I do not."
"Kay."
And that was that.
So Dean was very surprised when Cas got mad at him the day before prom, because they weren't going.
"You said you didn't want to go!"
Dean was more than confused.
"You asked me at three in the morning. I wasn't thinking straight."
"You're kidding me Cas. You're always thinking straight."
Cas just turned back to his computer screen, pouting and angry.
"Jesus Christ," Dean muttered under breath, "alright fine. Fine, we can go. I'll bribe one of the bookclub kids to let us in."
"No."
"Oh, my God Cas! What are you asking for then?"
Deans anger was rising by the second.
"I want to go to prom! But it's too late because you didn't buy tickets, so don't worry about it. Just go away, I don't want you here anymore."
"If you wanted to go so bad Cas, why didn't you buy the tickets yourself?"
"Out."
Dean had never been a romantic boyfriend. Not outside of their alone time that is.
When it was just them, he was all sweet kisses and cute words of adoration. But put someone else in the same space as them and he was grumpy and pushy and very not needy.
So Castiels parents were not really expecting Dean up at their door with a bouquet of flowers, two tubs of ice cream, and bag of god only knows what, and Deans series collection of Doctor Sexy.
"I'm not trying to be rude Dean, but, what are you doing here?"
"I'm taking Cas to prom."
"In your pajamas?
"Yep."
Mrs. Novak stared at Dean for a moment before shaking her head.
"Okay."
Castiel was getting real tired of his parents coming in and checking on him.
"It's prom Cas, you should be out having fun."
So his immediate reaction to his door squeaking open again was to forcefully groan: "Get out, mother. Now."
He definitely wasn't expecting to hear bags rustling and DVDs landing on each other. He never heard their car leave to go to the shop.
And he definitely wasn't expecting flowers to be placed in his lap, someone to kiss his cheek, or a spoon to be held out in front of his face.
"Guess again."
Dean.
Cas smiled down at the flowers. The smelled amazing.
Dean had wandered back towards his bed, rattling on about the things he had brought.
"Nutella, cookies and cream ice cream, cookies and cream chocolate. White chocolate, white chocolate ice cream, malteasers, chocolate milk. And Doctor Sexy."
Castiel was confused.
"Why?"
Dean blushed a bit. "Prom."
"Prom?"
"Prom. It's not dancing or standing around awkwardly a the punch table, don't get me wrong that sounds amazing," Castiel never did like Deans sarcasm, "but it's us. It's everything we do together on weekends all rolled into one. And it sounds way better than any prom."
He was twisting his fingers together and looking down. Dean was afraid of getting turned down.
And poor Cas. Poor, poor Cas. As always in situations that involved outgoing gestures of love, did not know how to react. His brain just shut down, and he couldn't understand why Dean felt the need to do such things.
"Okay," Cas said, "prom."
it is better than any prom.
Stay Beautiful.
