The next day, Dean walked across campus to Bela Talbot's locker. She was talking to Ruby, who pointed at Dean coming their way, and giggled.

"What do you want, Winchester?" Bela's family was from the rich part of London, and her accent and clothes reflected that. Dean smirked, laying on the charm.

"Any plans for prom, Bela?"

"Catch you later, Bela." Ruby walked off, leaving them alone.

"No plans that involve you." Bela turned to her locker, putting her makeup on in the mirror she had hung in it.

"Why not? Your precious cheerleader reputation can't handle someone like me? Or are you scared you'll like it?" Dean leaned against the lockers.

Bela glared at him, her eye twitching slightly. "I'm not scared of anything, much less a shop loser like you. Besides, Meg told me not to trust you." Bela pursed her lips, holding up a pink lipstick.

"Meg is a bitch." Dean grumbled. How am I supposed to convince her to go with me, without mentioning Cas? There has to be something...

Dean grabbed her arm, turning her to him. "I'm the bad boy. The kind of guy you'd never bring home to Daddy."

Bela looked up, studying him. Dean grinned. The entire school knew that Bela absolutely hated her parents, her father especially. She did everything in her power to infuriate them.

"Fine. I'll go to prom with you. This is not a date, so don't try anything funny." Bela slammed her locker closed, crossing her arms and glaring at Dean.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Meet you here." Dean started to walk away.

"Oh no. You'll pick me up at my house at 7:30. Bring that rust bucket of yours, the one you crashed into the hydrant. You'll wear a nice tux, but not too nice. My dress will be red, so try to get a matching tie. You'll talk to my parents, and do try your best not to impress my father in any way. We'll go to the dance together. We'll dance a total of three dances together, two fast and one slow. I'll make sure Ruby takes pictures to send back to my parents. After that, you can do whatever you want. At the end of the dance, you'll drive me home. But take the long way. Got that?"

Dean nodded, eyes wide. Bela smirked, and walked away.

What have I gotten myself into?


Two days before prom, Dean was busy in the shop trying to fix the Impala. It was hot that day, so Dean had taken his shirt off. He was currently leaning over the radiator.

"D-Dean?"

Dean turned, and saw Cas standing awkwardly in the corner.

"Cas! What are you doing here?" Dean wiped his forehead with a rag, and walked over to the other boy.

"I, um, I'm here for the, um..." Cas was openly staring at Dean.

"The um?" Dean frowned.

"The lesson. Today's car lesson?"

"I thought we were done with those? I taught you everything you need to know for the final." Dean shrugged.

"Oh. I... Okay." Cas sighed.

"Hey. You can stay if you want. Help me fix up Baby."

"Really?"

"Sure." Dean handed Cas a monkey wrench, and pointed to the spot he needed fixed.

"I heard you and Bela Talbot are going to prom together." Cas grunted slightly as he turned a valve cap.

"Yeah, we are."

"That's... That's nice."

"Hmm."

"Did you know that Sam is going with Ruby? She asked him, apparently."

"Really? No, I didn't hear that. Sam usually tells me these things."

"Well, you two don't live together any more. He probably didn't have the chance to tell you yet."

"Yeah. How'd you find out?"

"Meg and Ruby are cousins."

"Oh."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Cas hummed something, a tune Dean couldn't recognize.

"My brothers have volunteered to chaperone the dance. Balthazar is home from college, and Gabriel claims he has nothing better to do."

"Gabe and Zar at this dance? That should be interesting."

"Yes." Cas finished working on the valve at the same moment Dean had fixed the radiator.

"I should go home. Meg wants to go shopping for a vest to match her dress, and I have to write that Great Gatsby essay for English." Cas grabbed his bag off the floor.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Cas." Dean smiled, watching the other boy leave. He cleaned up, locked up the shop, and went back to his apartment.