A few days passed and John never returned. Dean was still hesitant to bring Cas over, afraid something like that night may happen again. Their relationship remained strong; the teachers and students were getting sick of their PDA during classes and in-between them. Neither of them cared, they could let themselves go without being afraid.
Luckily, the school was really accepting. There were no bullies and yes, sometimes they did say something about them being gay and that it's wrong. They ignored it the best they could. Dean wanted to punch them, threaten them to leave them alone, yet Castiel always intervened. Castiel was the one who could hold him back, even with his temper.
Eventually, after the news died down, everything was back to normal. No more gay slurs or weird looks, just peaceful quietness.
Dean found yet another prom poster on the wall next to his locker. The whole school was full of them, alongside the "Prom Queen" posters of various popular girls. Of course, Lisa was on a lot of posters too. There was no doubt she was going to win this year, she was the most popular girl after all. She had made moves on Dean, even after the entire school found out that they're together. Dean ignored her the best he could, he had no feelings for her, he had only eyes for Cas.
If he hadn't been with Cas, he may have flirted back, woo her so he could get laid. Those times are behind him, he has Cas now and he is content. He could've never imagined himself being tied down in a relationship, too many restrictions. This relationship with Cas changed everything. It didn't feel restricted, it felt good. Having such an amazing person to call his was the most wonderful thing. Dean was sure it wouldn't have felt like that if he was in a relationship with someone else. Dean tried it once; a relationship. It was a girl named Cassie, and yes he knew how ironic this was. Where he felt like he was tied down, unable to move, it felt like he was flying with Cas. She was too clingy, which made him want to pull away. Cas did the same things she did; hugs and kisses, hand holding and dare he say cuddling. Yet, Dean only wanted to pull him closer.
Dean knew how lucky he was to be with Cas, it was a privilege really. However, all good things come to an end. Sooner or later his father finishes the hunt and drives them to another town that needs their help. Dean would be away from Cas, unable to return. Dean tried to push these thoughts away, live in the moments he does get to share with the blue eyed boy. The thing is; Dean is going to break Castiel's heart and he knows it. It was inevitable. But Dean can't stay away, it would hurt too much. Looking at the boy in the hallways and in class knowing he had him and he couldn't keep him. That's the reason why Dean keeps silent for now.
Speaking of the blue-eyed boy; he was walking down the hallway right now. Dean stopped everything he was doing to admire his beautiful boyfriend walking towards him. The lights on the ceiling made it look like he had an almost angelic glow around his body.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel smiled stopping right in front of Dean. Cas stood on his tiptoes and pecked Dean on his mouth. Dean held in the urge to grab him, push him against a locker and kiss him hard. He tried that once and got detention for it.
"Hey, babe," Dean replied with a smug grin, remembering the plan he had made a few days ago.
As it was almost time for prom, Dean figured he could ask Cas. He had never been to a dance or prom and he was curious what it would be like. To dance with the person you love while listening to awful music.
"How are you doing, Dean?"
"Better now you are here," Dean replied swiftly. His lips turned upwards into a smug grin when he saw the blush on Cas's face. He loved how he could still make him blush, even after Cas was getting used to it by now. "Hey, I was wondering…"
"Yes, Dean?"
"Do you, maybe, want to, uhm," Dean stammered, his cheeks turning red now. Castiel looked curious but patient, waiting for him to find his words again. Dean was grateful for that. "Go to prom with me?" Dean blurted before he could chicken out.
The smile that Cas gave him was worth the awkward stammering. Cas practically beamed at him, winding his arms around Dean's neck and bringing him down for a kiss.
"I would love to!" Castiel exclaimed, still hugging Dean close. Dean reluctantly pulled away when he heard the first bell ring. It was time for Math. Dean got better at a lot of his subject, especially with Cas as his tutor. He didn't just help him with History anymore, but a lot of other classes as well. His grades got up thanks to Cas's creative way of teaching him about the subjects. Dean got a kiss every time he got one of Castiel's answers right, so Dean usually studied very hard.
"It's settled then. See you at lunch angel." And with that Dean walked away, lighter on his feet. He got Cas to say yes! Now he had to talk to Charlie because he had no idea how to do this. What are you supposed to wear and what are you supposed to do when you actually get there.
"Hey, Charles, I need your help," Dean whispered. His Math teacher's back was turned towards them to write something on the whiteboard. Dean took this as an opportunity to ask Charlie about this "prom" thing. "I asked Cas to prom."
"Wait, did he say no?" Charlie whispered back shocked, nearly dropping her pen in the process.
"No, no, he didn't. He accepted, but I've never been to prom or a school dance in general."
"Well, you've come to the right person. We're going shopping after school, and no but's."
Dean rolled his eyes but smiled at the redhead next to him; he really did have amazing friends.
"Charlie, cut the music."
"But, montage!" Dean could hear her pouting from where he was standing.
"Charlie," Dean groaned, facepalming himself behind the curtain. He had put up with Charlie for hours now and he still had not found the right tuxedo. Why he was supposed to be dressed in a monkey suit, he would never know, but somehow this was important so he was okay with laying by the rules.
Dean came out behind the curtain and stood there awkwardly while Charlie inspected him.
"Turn," she said doing a little twirl with her finger. Dean scowled but turned anyway. Charlie was grinning to herself when he turned back, an almost proud glint in her eyes. "I have really outdone myself, you look great."
"Thanks, Charlie."
"The only thing missing is this," Charlie said, handing him an emerald green tie. Dean tied the tie expertly, he learned from the times he had watched his father when he tied his fed suit. The tie matched his eyes perfectly and he had to say, he didn't look half bad.
Dean stopped the Impala in front of Castiel's house. Castiel had told his family a few days after they started dating. Most of them were cool with it, except Michael, but who cares right. Castiel wasn't bothered by him, so Dean wasn't either. Even though it made him angry that some people are still really close minded these days.
Dean walked to the front door and knocked a few times, the nerves finally kicking in. He checked his outfit one last time to make sure everything was perfect until the door opened. The person that was in front of him left him speechless.
Castiel was dressed in a classic black tuxedo, with a blue bowtie that was the exact same color as his eyes. Castiel's eyes were sparkling and his cheeks faintly pink as he checked Dean out in return. Dean pulled him in for a kissed when he could move again and grinned against his lips.
"You look incredible," Dean whispered sincerely, causing Castiel to blush even more. At that moment his mother came out behind Cas, a camera ready in her hands. Of course, they took the awkward prom photographs in different poses. Soon after that, they were on their way to their school.
The prom was held in the gymnasium, the room decorated with blue and white as it was a wintery themed prom. There were balloons and snowflakes hanging from the ceiling, there was even a disco ball.
They easily found their friends at a table in the corner. Most of them came alone, just to have a good time with friends without an obligated date. However, it looked like Charlie brought Jo Harvelle on a date. Dean applauded for her in his head. They would make a cute couple.
They ate snacks, drank the punch and danced to the awful songs the DJ played. Overall; they had a great time. Until the music was suddenly stopped and a teacher walked on stage. Dean was confused until he noticed the girl standing next to the teacher with two crowns.
Prom king and queen, of course.
"Good evening, Lawrence High, thank you all for coming," the teacher began, holding the microphone way too close to his mouth. "I would like to welcome the candidates on stage."
A loud applause erupted from the people surrounding him and Dean clapped with them, even though he had no clue why.
"And now, the moment of truth. Prom king… Dean Winchester!"
The students applauded again, combined with some hooting and whistles. How in the world did he become prom king? He never signed up for this.
Dean looked at Cas, searching for answers, but Cas didn't have them either. He smiled with at Dean, yet it looked forced in a way. Dean wove through the students and climbed the stage, accepting the crown on his head.
"This is the moment you have all been waiting for. Prom queen of 2015… Lisa Braeden!"
Lisa smiled and waved while she accepted her crown. She did a speech, about how thankful she was for this opportunity and blah blah. Dean stopped listening after the first three seconds.
From the way Lisa looked at him, Dean suspected she had something to do with him becoming prom king. There's no other explanation. It became clear when the teacher announced the first dance of the king and queen.
Lisa and Dean walked off stage and into the large empty space the students had created for them. Dean could see Cas clearly, the sadness in his smile and the heartbreak in his eyes. The music started and Lisa was in his arms.
"I'm sorry, Lisa. But I can't do this." And with that Dean had gently pushed her off him. He ignored her cursing and angry words and instead focused on the most important person in this room.
He held his hand out to Cas, a shimmer in his eyes. "Can I have this dance?"
Castiel nodded quickly, placing his hand in Dean's. He let Dean pull him to the inside of the circle formed by students and placed Cas's hands on his shoulders. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist, pulling him closer.
When Castiel put his head on Dean's chest, Dean knew he had made the right decision. Dean closed his eyes and shut off the rest of the world, only focusing on the angel in his arms.