Castiel sighed, fixing his tie. He sat outside Meg's house in a '56 Ford Customline the neighbor, Mrs. Mills, had let him borrow. He was stalling, and he knew it. But, fact was, the mirror was missing Deanna's scarf and Castiel couldn't hear her wit coming from the passenger's seat. This wasn't going to be the same without her.

He opened the door and got out of the car, picking up the white corsage he had gotten for Meg and walked up the steps to her house. Her mother opened the door, and the next half hour was spent with Castiel pretending to smile for pictures and being overly nice to her parents. They were finally rushed out the door, and Meg turned to him and rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, Clarence. My keepers are so….Mickey Mouse," she complained.

He furrowed his brow and squinted. "My name is Castiel."

"I know. Now let's cop a breeze," Meg told him with a smile, grabbing his hand and pulling a still confused Castiel to the car.

He went around to the other side and opened the door for her before getting in his own side and driving away. It was easy for him to concentrate on the road, because Meg just talked, without stopping for a reply from her date, the whole way to Trumple. Cas tried listening, really. But after a five minute explanation of her Uncle Crowley's wedding, it all began to meld together. He was already counting down the minutes to the end of the night, and they were only just pulling up to the school. Meg kept talking though, not even glancing at the school parking lot they were in. She seemed very enthusiastic about her story, however, so Cas didn't alert her to their arrival.

"…so she sneaks the due backs into the flick, and—are we already here?"

"Um…yes. We've-we've been here for just over five minutes."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't want to interrupt you."

Meg smirked at him. "Aw, Clarence. Always the gentleman."

She leaned at him very quickly and kissed him. "For being sweet," she said, and then she got out of the car.

Castiel blinked a few times before coming back to his senses and getting out of the car too. She took his arm and they walked to Trumple's gym, handing in their tickets and seeing that prom had already started, the band playing Elvis Presley's "All Shook Up," and their peers doing variations of the Jitterbug and the Swing all across the floor.

Cas, of course, spotted Nick and Deanna immediately.

She was wearing a dark green dress, that didn't have straps on it, but did have a silver ring in the middle of the chest. Her hair was obviously styled, and she had make up on. Her black kitty heels were clicking on the hard gym floor as she and Nick danced in the square they had carved out for themselves.

Cas didn't even realize he was staring until Meg asked, "Hey, Clarence, are you okay?"

He looked down at her. "Um..yes. Thank you Meg. Would you like to dance?"

She smiled. "Sure."

He took her hand and led her to the dance floor, where they danced to the band's cover of "In the Still of the Night," by the Five Satins. They made the rounds with a few more songs, but Castiel wasn't paying much attention. He kept looking over at Deanna and Nick, wondering if she was actually having a good time. She had said she hadn't wanted to go to prom, and yet there she was, laughing and dancing with Nick Munroe. He would've gladly taken her, she was the one who said he could go with someone else. Why was she taking it out on Cas? Why was she even here? She was so-

"Cas? This is a Jitterbug song," Meg pointed out to him, interrupting his thoughts. His hands were still on her waist, as "Hound Dog," was playing.

"Oh, right, I'm-I'm sorry, I just-"

"Cas…just go bash ears with her. It's okay. Honest. You don't seem like you're having a blast anyway."

Castiel sighed. "I'm so sorry. You deserve to have a better prom than this."

She smiled. "Don't worry about it, Clarence. Go find your Sophie."

"Thank you so much Meg."

Cas looked in the direction of where Nick and Deanna had been dancing and…they were nowhere to be found. He scanned the gym, looking for them, but saw no sign. They weren't at the punch bowl, or any of the chairs. He was starting to get worried until he looked outside and saw Deanna sitting on the stairs alone, her shoes next to her, smoking a cigarette.

"Deanna?"

She looked back at him, blowing a puff of smoke in his direction. "What do you want?"

"Why are you alone out here?"

"'Cause I caught Nick making out with Bela Talbot by the punch bowl."

"I'm sorry," Cas said, coming to sit next to her.

She threw her cigarette out into the street. "You know, Clyde, I've been here for eight months and you're the only person that's actually been nice to me. Everyone else has just been awful, Cas. Just awful. And I don't think I've done anything wrong. But you were always there, and you're the best friend I've ever had, Cas. It's like…it's like you only hung around cool kids, but you made an exception for me."

"You're exceptional."

Deanna looked at him, her green eyes big and watery. "You mean it?"

"Always."

She gave him a small smile, and then said softly, "I'm sorry for telling you I didn't want to go to prom. I like to put on this bit that I'm mysterious and all, but really, I'm just like everyone else. I really wanted to come to my junior prom with Castiel Novak on the inside, but on the outside I acted like I didn't care, I guess. You know?"

"I understand."

"Thank you….Cas, I need to tell you something."

"Yes?"

"I'm…I'm leaving next week."

"Leaving? Leaving where?"

"Leaving Sioux Falls, Cas. My Dad moves us around a lot. Always has, since my mom died. This is the longest we've ever stayed somewhere. He says we'll be gone by Tuesday."

"W-when are you coming back?"

"Last time I was here was to see my aunt and uncle when I was three."

"Fourteen years? But…I'll be gone by then.."

"I know. And I have to spend the rest of my week helping to pack up our things. So.."

"So this is probably the last time I'm ever going to see you."

Deanna nodded. They sat in silence for a moment.

"If you wanted to kiss me goodbye, Clyde, you could."

And so he did.

Deanna was telling the truth, as Castiel found the next day when he came in for his last day of school. He thought about driving to Singer's Auto Repair, but he couldn't stand to see Meg Masters. So he sat around his house, listening to records and reading. Tuesday came and went.

Cas didn't see Deanna Winchester in Sioux Falls ever again.