A/N- I love the movie Mambo Kings and the soundtrack which has my favorite version of Perfidia, sung by the lovely Linda Ronstadt. If you like, go to Youtube and look the song up. Maybe you'll get the visual I have of Castiel dancing Dean around the floor to this particular sing. Steam heat!

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Castiel manned the punch table with Benny. The DJ had "Hot Ticket" by the Omega Boyz blasting through the speakers.

Benny grumbled, "Complete shit pop music…I mean those pretty boys sing well enough and I wouldn't mind throwing a bone to that twink lead singer Garrett…"

Cas gave him the Novak arched brow, "Wait, you name the band members?"

He listed them off on his fingers, "Barrett, Garrett, Tony, Mickey and Bunny."

"That is a bit sad."

"So sue me, I have a thing for boy bands just not the music." Benny looked around, "Where is your hot date?"

"He hates this song more than I do so he decided to hit the bathroom."

…

Dean gave his dick a shake, tucked the Winchester meat log back in its nest and zipped up. A shiver ran down his spine when a sudden chill in the air surrounded his body like an ice blanket.

"Awww fuck." Dean knew exactly what that feeling was.

He slowly turned toward the sinks and standing there was a spectral teen girl wearing a sky blue and white lace confection of a dress. Across her chest was a sash that read "Prom Queen 1955" and sitting atop her perfectly quaffed hair was a dazzling but broken rhinestone tiara. The most disturbing thing was the fact her pretty little head was sitting at a weird angle. She didn't look very happy. The girl pointed to Dean then slowly started walking toward him, dragging one foot. Dean noticed the heel was broken off one of her pumps.

"No…no, no, no, I am not doing this tonight. I'm sorry your prom sucked balls but I'm not ruining mine to do a salt and burn right now."

Her sad expression turned dark.

"How bout I send your ass away after the dance, princess."

The ghost grabbed her head with both hands, snapping it back into place. Her ruby red lips opened wide as she let loose with a banshee scream that left the young Hunter's ears ringing.

Dean yelled back at her, "I said, I'll take care of you after the dance!" Then he made his escape.

…

An out of breath Dean grabbed Castiel in a major hug. Cas let out a laugh, "Hey, you look like you saw a ghost."

Dean kissed him hard then whispered, "I'll deal with her later."

"Oh, there really is a ghost?"

"Yeah, no biggie."

Living with Dean and all the weirdness that surrounded the Winchesters had left Castiel a bit numb to it all. Ghosts and monsters were par for the course. Instead of questioning Dean further, he held out a ballot to his wife, "Take a look at this."

"So you don't want to know about the ghost?"

"No, I trust you will handle it."

"I love you so much." He slapped Cas on the teacher's firm little fanny before reading the ballot. "Huh, how did we manage to get on here?"

"Benny said it was a prom committee consensus after polling the other seniors. Apparently I'm a favorite teacher and you're seen as a bit of a hero." The Alpha's features hardened, "And I found out from one of the committee members, a lot of guys want in your pants," Cas slammed his fist on the snack table, "filthy little beasts!"

Dean slammed his fist on the table, imitating his irritated mate, "Oh yeah, do you think I like all those girls and Omegas trying to eye fuck you during class?" Dean grumbled, "It's a good thing you're clueless."

"I take offense at that. I'm not clueless." The teacher cast his eyes over the sea of young, hungry, testosterone laden males, "I'll show them exactly who you belong to."

Castiel snapped his fingers at the DJ. The man immediately stopped the pop smarm playing and began the request from Cas. The dulcet voice of Linda Ronstadt singing "Perfidia" came through the speakers. Castiel dragged Dean to the center of the floor and with a wave of his hand cleared it of teenagers.

"I'm going to dance your sweet little ass all over this place."

Dean went into a panic, "But…"

"Don't worry, Dean, I've got this."

Castiel grabbed Dean firmly around his slim waist.

Nadie comprende lo que sufro yo
Tanto que ya no puedo sollozar
Solo temblando de ansiedad estoy
Todos me miran y se van

The talented dancer slowly dipped Dean then snapped him straight up, he quickly guided the teen into a pose then led them straight ahead, arms out front and with the change in tempo he spun Dean like a top, the Alpha in complete control.

To you
My heart cries out "Perfidia"
For I find you, the love of my life
In somebody else's arms

Your eyes are echoing "Perfidia"
Forgetful of the promise of love
You're sharing another's charms…

Dean was forcefully pulled flat against his partner's lean body, groin to groin. Castiels dick was harder than a length of steel in the arctic. The Omega was grateful for the long jacket he had since the crotch of his dress pants were now damp and his own boner was a real zipper ripper.

He gasped, "Fucking hell…" as he was twirled and dipped, his head almost touching the floor this time. Dean felt like a ragdoll in this man's strong, capable arms. It was pure heaven.

With a sad lament my dreams are faded like a broken melody
While the gods of love look down and laugh
At what romantic fools we mortals be

And now
I find my love was not for you
And so I take it back with a sigh
Perfidia's won
Goodbye….

The final strains of "Perfida" played out and it wasn't until the song ended that the couple noticed the wide circle the others had made around them. Camera phones had been working overtime to record the dance and capture the couple in photos. By morning, social media would blow up over the smooth, sensual dance of the delicious Alpha teacher and his gorgeous Omega.

Castiel grabbed Dean's ass with both hands and growled loudly, "mine", then lifted him bridal style and carried him off the dance floor like a prize.

Dean didn't protest, instead he buried his face in the crook of his Alphas neck and wrapped his arms around him tight. One girl squealed, "Oh, it's just like An Officer and A Gentleman and Dean is Debra Winger!"

Castiel's possessive mating display would result in several pregnancies, a couple break ups and new love. He was pure mega Alpha and Dean had been right, it was a good thing Castiel was clueless to his charms.

…..

Benny dabbed his friend's sweaty forehead with a napkin but Cas swatted it away.

"Dancing like that will send the ladies and Omegas into mass ovulation."

"Please, Benny, you love to exaggerate."

"I'm not joking, can't you smell it…the rise in estrogen." Benny trailed his nose through the air, eyes closed. A bit of drool formed in the corner of his mouth, "just think of the consequences, after the dance it's going to be a love fest all over the place."

"Hush, Benny."

"I'm just saying."

Dean had went to splash cold water on his face and give himself a little relief and came back looking refreshed, his desire had waned for the moment, "Whatcha talkin' about?"

Benny took off to stop a couple from ducking under the stage for unwholesome reasons.

Castiel took a whiff of his Omega's sweaty neck, "You smell very nice."

The dance had triggered every bit of tamped down submissiveness in Dean and all he wanted was to touch and please his masterful Alpha. "I swear, just give me the signal and I'll blow you right here."

"Not helping, Dean."

They cast their ballots, voting for themselves of course and then headed under the only set of bleachers open for seating. After almost an hour of sucking face, Benny finally tracked the pair down and dragged them both out of there.

Dean called the shop teacher a cock blocker. Castiel told his mate to sit down and chill out. "I need to use the bathroom anyway, you wait here…be good."

"I'm always good." He wiggled his fingers at Cas, "Want me to tag along and give you a little stress relief?"

"No, I actually have to pee and that would be counterproductive."

"While you're leaking the lizard I'm gonna dig around and try to figure out who the broke neck prom queen was."

"Salt and burn?"

Yeah but not until after the prom. I'm not letting some dead bitch ruin this for us."

…..

Castiel whistled, "The Way You Look Tonight" as he relieved himself, "Maybe I'll request that song next…Dean is looking so beautiful…I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

He gave little Cas a shake then tucked him back into his cozy nest of pubic hair and zipped up. Suddenly the teacher felt eyes upon him, "I'm sure the bathroom was empty…"

He turned and there almost nose to nose with him was the spectral prom queen. A startled Cas staggered back a few feet. He could tell she had been a ravishing creature while alive. The girl had the fresh faced beauty of a young Natalie Wood; he imagined she had been quite popular.

She flashed him a pretty smile then reached out and ran her icy fingers down his cheek. He shuddered in revulsion from the clammy, cold touch. Castiel pressed his back against the wall and slowly slid along the wall toward the door.

Her expression went from mild and sweet to irritated and angry in an instant. Cas escaped into the hallway but the prom queen was hot on his tail. She rushed Castiel, slammed him against the wall and then placed her hands over his temples.

He saw her past clearly. Radiant Peggy Sanders and Robert Birch standing together on stage receiving their crowns and sashes. Students cheered on their new king and queen.

This was her big moment something everything girl dreamed of. Ricky took her hand to lead his best gal off stage for their spotlight dance just as "Earth Angel" began to play. Then tragedy struck, a heel on one of her pumps broke off and the queen went tumbling down the stairs.

There was a sickening crunch as she landed at just the right angle to snap neck vertebrae. A freak accident that might not happen to another prom queen in a hundred years, Peggy's ticket was punched.

Castiel could clearly see the broken crown still pinned in her hair, the twisted neck and her beautiful, lifeless green eyes still wide open.

Ricky rushed to her side, lifting Peggy into his arms while chaos went on around him. His heart now as broken as his best gal's neck.

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Benny had no knowledge of any dead prom queen from the 50's but he pointed out Mrs. Burke the music teacher. "She's as old as Methuselah and has taught here forever, the old bird refuses to retire. If anyone knows about a dead prom queen from this school it would be Mrs. Burke."

Dean watched the hunched over, wizen little woman shuffle her way toward the Principle to have a word. "Um, why is she here?"

"She's a chaperone, hardcore one at that, no hanky panky or acting like a fool with her around. A word of advice, be well behaved and act like a gentleman around her."

Dean looked at the shop teacher in mock surprise, "Mr. Laffite, I'm always a gentleman and when have I misbehaved? I dare you to give me an example."

"Save it for someone who doesn't know you, Dean."

…

Dean approached Mrs. Burke with his winning smile and a camera phone filled with baby pictures of Grace, both were a surefire way of winning over the ladies. He brought the old bird some punch and the two sat down at a corner table and made small talk while Mrs. Burke scrolled through family photos including Grace in a series of adorable outfits. She clucked and cooed, commented on what a little angel the tot was and when Burke came to the end she was won over.

She patted an arthritic hand on the Omega's knee, "Dean, I always figured you for a strumpet who hoodwinked backwards Mr. Novak into marrying him but I can see now I was wrong about you. You're a delightful young man with a beautiful family."

"Strumpet?"

"Yes, dear, a person of loose morals, an easy lay, a gold digging hoodwinker looking for an easy mark, a …"

Dean put up both hands, "Ok, ok I get it."

"What I wanted to ask you about the prom queen who died at this school." "Damn, I wish Sammy was here. He's better at this crap…"

"Peggy Sanders…a real tragedy. I heard all about it back in the 70's when I first began teaching here. There isn't much to tell, she broke a heel, went down the stage stairs and broke her neck."

"Would you happen to know where Peggy is buried?"

"Maple Grove cemetery, the town had pitched in and purchased quite an elaborate headstone for Peggy, a big gothic angel. It's really quite lovely. Why do you want to know?"

"I heard rumors about a girl dying here and I was curious," Dean gave her a wink, "I'm a real lover of ghost stories."

Mrs. Burke's expression darkened, "I've seen her…people think I'm crazy but I swear I saw her several times. It was ghastly."

"I believe you."

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Castiel woke up in the vast, basement storage room. He had no idea how he got there all the teacher knew was he hated the school basement. Peggy was there, pointing toward the back wall where at least 50 old boxes and crates were stacked up.

At this point Cas had gone from freaked out to pissed off, "Oh come on, what do you want?!"

She pointed to her head.

…

Dean roamed the halls looking for Castiel, there was no way it took an hour to urinate and by this time he was worried. He stopped when he heard footsteps behind him.

TBC

A/N-This chapter got away from me so there will be one more prom chapter after this and all kinds of things happen. ;)