This is why I failed my Statistics quiz on Friday, because I was writing this story in class all week instead of paying attention. Oops. Not like I'm gonna need this kinda math anyway, am i right or am i right?

November 18th
Prompt- Spin-the-bottle
Dedication: Baaaanaaanaaaa

Spin

His eyes focused in and out, his head was feeling increasingly fuzzy as Anna offered him another sip from the almost empty bottle of wine. He giggled into his hand, tipping back into the wall. Anna grinned up at him, snatching back the alcohol before he could break it with his new-found clumsiness. Their laughter was suddenly interrupted by a new presence: Dean Winchester, the tall, bright-eyed host of the party, himself. He shifted his arm around Anna's shoulders, slugging Castiel in the arm as he did so. The wine bottle was soon stolen from Anna's dry lips as he downed the rest of the bitter liquid.

"Hey!" He sang as he regarded the empty bottle, "look at this, kiddies!" He pulled off Anna and held the bottle up like a trophy, "spin-the-bottle, anyone?" He shouted to the chaos around him.

The grin he directed toward Castiel was wolfish and almost threatening as the pair of them stumbled into a sitting position, tugging Anna down beside them. Castiel swallowed hard as the liquid began to draw him toward Dean's wine-stained lips. He shook himself, instead smiling at the group of girls joining their circle. Sam and Gabe seemed to be the only male additions to the group, but the girls were plenty. It seemed that every junior present wanted to press her lips against Dean's.

Castiel tried to push down the feelings of anger writhing within his stomach. He blinked the jealousy from his eyes and straightened, instead focusing on the game before him. "Okay," Dean was saying, "everyone know the rules? Just a reminder: if there's a blood relation? The spin is redone. But, gender doesn't matter, ladies! Alright, Sammy! Give it a go!"

The tallest member of the group gave the empty bottle a spin. It rolled near Gabriel for a long moment before pausing on a sophmore named Jess. She grinned, slowly crawling across the circle to press her lips hard to Sam's. There were several catcalls and whistles before the group finally settled down enough to spin again.

The game progressed slowly. Gabriel made off like a bandit with 10 kisses of the 24 spins. Sam received three, Castiel five, and Dean had roughly four, given that the last one was between himself and Gabriel. The pair had spit any remaining cooties into a nearby sink while a new girl reached forward for her own spin. The laughter calmed enough to allow to pairs of girls to kiss.

The most interesting spin had just begun.

Dean re-spun the bottle in the center, and Castiel turned his attention to the wall, not caring to see who the bottle landed on. Not wanting to feel the pain again. The unnecessary pain he did not understand. But, there were sudden gasps, and he turned to see the results.

The bottle faced him.

He froze, unwilling to admit just how fast his heart was pounding in his chest. He glanced nervously up at Dean, who looked the definition of calm. "Hold still, Cas." He whispered, leaning forward. The man in question mirrored his movements, pushing his weight to his hands as he crawled forward. His palms were shaking underneath the pressure, his ears were burning a dusty red. He breathed out one final slow breath before Dean's lips pressed against his.

Dean was a force of dominance. His tongue darted out, slipping across Castiel's lips. They moved together and the feeling was amazing; Castiel leaned into the kiss, pushing all his emotions into the simple connection. Dean's hand burned a slow heat across his neck as the other tickled the locks at the edge of his hairline.

There was a loud cough, and the two burst apart with startling speed. Both had flaming cheeks and Castiel rubbed at his neck, while Dean busied himself with looking at the suddenly very interesting ceiling. There was a long pause as no one quite knew how to respond to the surprisingly passionate lip-lock.

Finally, Castiel moved forward, pressing his shaking hands firmly around the neck of the bottle as he spun.

There were 10 more kisses until the group made a mutual decision to end the game; it wasn't as fun after that one kiss. Everyone moved in separate directions, with the exception of Sam and Jess who found themselves together for the remainder of the evening.

Castiel left immediately, excusing himself to Anna as he moved toward the door.

He did not expect to be stopped.

"Cas! Wait!" Dean was calling, running to catch up the man. He huffed as if he'd run a mile as he finally caught up to Castiel, "where are ya going? Party's just getting started!"

"It's late." Castiel tried, edging along the wall toward the door.

"It's ten, Cas. You've got a good hour or so till it's late." Dean retorted, eyes daring him to just try and leave. Castiel rolled his eyes and continued in his path to the exit. "Wait, Cas. Please? Stay. Just.. stay!"

"Why should I, Dean?" His voice was rugged, and sort-of broken. He felt dejected and alone; he just wanted to go home and pretend this evening had never happened, that their kiss had never happened.

It wasn't fair that Dean could look so open, so loving and so there. It wasn't fair that Dean could look at a guy like him like that and still reject him. Dean's eyes were so bright, so affectionate. It was like he wore his emotions in his green-green eyes. And the emotions were all lies, Castiel realized with a swollen heart. He'd seen feelings in those bright eyes that were never really there. The older man had shoved him off like it was nothing, when he'd poured his entire soul into that kiss.

"Because..." Dean froze, not knowing how to respond to that question. "Because, well... I.." He then reached forward, turning Castiel to face him as he spoke, "I want you to stay." He repeated firmly, launching himself across the remaining distance to push his lips up against Castiel's.

Castiel paused before returning the kiss, smiling against Dean's lips, "fine."