Chapter 2- Unexpected
In goes Jessica, skipping up the staircase two by two, her rose-red dress billowing behind her. Sam looked back apologetically at Dean and Lisa as he was dragged away by Jessica. With his free hand he waved briefly and disappeared within the large iron doors of the mansion, soon lost in the crowd of guests.
Back in the limo, Dean sighed uneasily as his anxiety kicked in. He's never good with social situations, especially not when the other guests are all people that he's going to see again in the future. What if they don't like him? What if he's all left out in the corner? What if they get drunk and start yelling things at him?
"Yo. Pretty boy are you gonna go or not?" Lisa snapped her fingers in front of Dean's face.
"Oh um yes of course, let's go." Dean said absentmindedly, trying his best to smile. "ladies first."
"Wow aren't you a gentleman." Lisa chuckled as she hopped off the limo, followed by Dean who tipped the driver. "Loosen up best friend." She encouraged and hobbled in her 4 inch heels.
"Why the hell did I choose you out of everyone on the first day as a partner? What a mistake." He teased as they walked along the footpath in the yard.
"Why, too awesome for you to handle?"
"Hmph."
The Siaev's place is gigantic. The house itself has 3 floors, the first floor is twice as high as the others. Through the door he could see 3 chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, expensive looking art pieces hang symmetrically on either side of the room. The second floor is not as high but that's where the party is located. The big windows ignited red, green, white as a huge disco ball flashed in the middle of the room, the sound of people talking echoing through the otherwise quiet borough. The third floor, on the other hand seems much more peaceful. The walls were mainly glass, covered by the thin fabric of old fashioned blinds and there was no one in sight. Those houses though are much bigger on the inside than out so who knows what it's really like. Dean's always wanted a small house in the suburbs but with financial struggles and the terrible 8.875% tax of new york state it doesn't seem to be likely anytime soon. Outside, he caught a glimpse of a pool in the back. The water reflected the last rays of sunlight as the night settled in. Gosh, they're so rich. Dean thought bitterly as they made up the last couple of stairs, rich and talented, no wonder they act like such spoiled brats.
"Ready?" Lisa looked up at him, pushing open the grand doors, revealing at least 5 dozen people just hanging out on the first floor. Music rocked every nerve in Dean's body as his eyes absorbed everything.
Fucking rich. That's all he could think of. "Lisa, what's your plan?" he put a soft hand on her back, protecting from the rude people that are pushing around.
"Find them, of course." Lisa said without looking at him. He doesn't blame her for her lack of attention since it is overwhelming after all.
"Sam and Jess? They're probably mingle-ing with strangers right now." Dean guessed as he grabbed two nice cold beers from the counter and handed one to Lisa.
"Not them, silly." He could feel her rolling her eyes. "I meant them by our lovely and gracious hosts."
Oh. Of course. How can he forget that Lisa has a massive crush on like 3 people? "Alright, anywhere you want to go you love sick little bird."
"Shut up."
Turns out "anywhere" is the second floor of the mansion. Walking up the marble stairs and a long corridor later they discovered themselves in a medium-sized ball room, filled with even more people. The music is louder than ever here as heads and arms waved to the beat.
"Who in the nine realms keep a ballroom in their house?" Dean thought out loud, successfully earning four dirty looks from the people around them.
"When this end up being my house you're going to beg to spend a night in here. Besides, this room is at least twice the size of that sad little apartment of yours." Lisa screamed over the music.
She's got a point. But before Dean could comment, Lisa's back went rigid as her gaze fixed on a group of people toward the back of the ball room, sitting on a fancy couch surrounded by short skirted girls. That's them, the Siaev brothers and Balthazar. To his discontent, Jo is sitting on Balthazar's legs. She looks stunning.
"Jackpot." Lisa whispered in his ear and little by little, they traveled through the sea of moving bodies and pushed through some drugged individuals, who muttered curses in annoyance. Taking a long pull from the beer, Dean's eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and blinding flashes of lights. There they were, the idols of NYU laughing and talking to each other. Lisa looked at them admiringly like a teenage girl meeting one direction, immature. Putting himself in her place, he tried his best to appreciate their "sexiness." Didn't really work though.
"Hey cutie." A voice sounded behind him as he turned around in surprise. Behind him was a girl with dark hair, cherry red lips. She has a gothic look to her, wearing a black mini-dress and like three chokers snaked on her neck. Dean does not recognize her face.
"Hello, do I know you?" He asked politely.
A look of surprise floated on her delicate face but it was soon replaced by a cool smile.
"What?" Dean asked, confused with her reaction.
"Nah," she laughed it off, "I was just expecting a smirk and wink perhaps followed by a pick up line from a guy like you."
"I am very sorry that I have manners." He said sarcastically.
"Okay, cut the bullshit boy. I am Meg." She winked as she extended one hand toward him. "Sorry for my shitty introduction but you're quite an interesting guy."
Dean shook her hand solemnly and mustered a smile. "if you'd excuse me, my friend here is getting lonely without my accompany." What a terrible excuse.
"Sure, I'll see you around." Meg chirped, turning around and her hair whipped against Dean's broad shoulders.
Directing his attention back to the brothers, they all got at least three girls floating around them. The first one on the couch is undoubtly Michael, his blonde hair combed to one side 1940-style and wearing a very fitting navy suit, completed by a yellow simpson's bow-tie. His blue grey eyes are glued to this chick who has one very toned arm around his neck and the other one holding a glass of champagne, which was shared between the two: gross. Very often the girl traced the shape of his thin lips or masculine jawline with manicured fingertips and Michael would smile at her half-heartedly then exchange a look with the guy next to him: Lucifer. Lucifer on the other hand seems to be in deep thought: like someone planning an important event. Actually, scratch that, he's like a CEO deciding what's for dinner when he only have a budget of $1000. Sometimes he laughs at something the girls in front of him said or stare appreciatively as they touch his face, shoulder, arms or wherever. If the girl is lucky, she can get a little peck and she'd light up like a lantern. Next to Lucifer is Balthazar-the-terrible-human-being, cradled in the arms of Jo, who smiles sweetly as she kisses his cheeks. Balthazar is rather informal, wearing his usual V-neck, a silver chain, very tight jeans, fedora and pointy toed boots. Dean doesn't want to look at him any longer, Balthazar makes him aggressive, aggressive is bad. But last of them is Castiel, the oldest and by far the most mature looking. Unlike the other three, he is standing up but that's probably because of the number of people around him. What's even special about that guy? Dean thought. But apparently his opinion is part of the minority, proven by the excessive number of girls huddled around. Castiel has an expression that is the definition of "deprecating" and "smug", it is as if the girls are merely his slaves working for him at no cost; they are probably willing to, though. Unlike any of his two brothers, his hair is pitch black, tussled and messy in a very fashionable way. His eyes are blue like the sky, reflecting the lights in the room which doesn't seem to be bothering him. Even the short stubble that grew around his dry looking lips made him look wild, untamed. So far the girls love it. But if Dean were to do the same to himself, he'd end up looking like a hobo. Everyone is created equal, huh? As for Castiel's outfit, he's wearing a black blazer outside a white dress shirt; top two buttons left open and a loose blue tie around his neck. If Dean's eyesight were reliable, then he'd think there's a gold locket tucked inside the shirt. Instead of his twin brother's serious and uptight look, this dude rocks the messy carefree style like no other. He is clearly loving all the attention he's getting, a dreamy smile curling on his lips as a girl with ombre hair brushed her hand across his crotch. She really had no shame, since many other girls are probably looking at their every move around their crush, Castiel.
Weaving between the four is this blonde girl, who seems to know them all to a intimate degree. She'd converse with one then another, I bet all the girls in this room are jealous of her, who is she anyway?
"Lisa, who is the girl in the turquoise gown?" He asked Lisa, who's now moved on to a glass of red wine.
"The blonde one? That's Lilith. Why? Are you trying to get into her pants?" She asked matter of factly.
"No!" Dean protested a little too quickly, making Lisa feel unusually smug since the two are always competing and trying to get on each other's nerves. "It's just that I've noticed her around them a lot. What's her relation to them, anyway?"
"Huh, what's up with your sudden interest in my boys? They're mine, stop your interest at once, this is a warning."
"Simmer down, you can have your boys and I do not have any interest in them—they're literal living definition of fuckboys." Dean said, switching his beer for a glass of red wine as well: makes him look classy. "Actually don't even bother answering my question."
Lisa shot a furious look at him but answered anyway. "Honestly I don't know either. But for all I know, I'd kill to be her."
Not surprising.
"you know what," Lisa said, finishing the last drop of wine in her glass (how does this girl drink so fast and still not totally intoxicated?) "I'm going to the dance floor, join me if you want to."
"Sure, give me a second." Dean answered and waved her off as she made her way to the cluster of sweaty humans grinding against each other. Directing his gaze back to the couch he realized: Balthazar and Castiel are gone. And Jo is in the corner on her phone, unaccompanied by her "lovely" boyfriend: this is his chance to at least talk to her after that awful break up that he never got over. He squeezed past the pack of sophomore girls and half tripped toward Jo, who did not notice Dean until he went up and greeted her.
"Hey, um, Jo." He said, green eyes focused on her beautiful face. She looks magnificent. Her blonde hair drapes down her shoulders in natural, soft curls and her soft pink lip nice and supple. Her eyes are like the night sky with infinite depth, he can stare into them and be lost within for days. He wish he could say just how beautiful she looks tonight and give her a little kiss that will make her smile mischievously like she always does. "You look nice."
Her brown eyes flickered to Dean and it took a moment for his face to click into place in her mind. He could feel the surprise appear onto her expression as her eyes widen and eyebrows shoot up. "Whoa…Dean!" She smiled, fingers still tapping a message on her phone even though she's not looking at the screen. "Thanks, so do you! I'm so glad that you can make it."
Yeah right. "Yeah, same. I'm guessing that all is going well with your life?"
"Yeah, yeah! Finals are over so that's a big relief. I'm probably going to take a week off to go on a cruise soon." She said awkwardly, eyes darting between Dean's face and the floorboard, clearly uncomfortable. It's really unfortunate because they've known each other since pre-K and they were always so close. They never would have thought that one-day things would become like this between the two, but fate has it. It's no longer their choice.
"That's, um, pretty cool. Honestly I'm planning to go hiking with Lisa Jessica and Sam. You can tag along if you want to, because we should make more memories." He smiled genuinely. Dean's trying so hard to mend things and build bridges but it seems like every single time it all tumble down and he'll end up back on square one.
Before Jo could answer his invitation, a foreign voice sounded behind Dean's back and Jo's face melted into a cute look of obedience. "Welcome back baby." She said sweetly. Dean whipped around to see who in the world is disrupting his "master plan" to gain his friendship back but instead came nose to nose with someone he'd really love to avoid ever seeing: Balthazar.
"Oh look who it is…I'm sorry, I actually don't know your name." Balthazar said in a thick British accent, his face blank and emotionless. One of his expertly tweezed eyebrows rose a bit as his eyes finally settled and hardened on Dean's face.
"My name is D—"
"I don't care." He waved his hands as a signal for Dean to stop talking. "I don't give a shit about who you are, in case you're wondering." He laughed humorlessly. "Don't try to hook up with my girl there, because you don't want to face the consequences."
"I've known her for all my life before you came and took her away!" Dean exclaimed.
"I can't begin to describe just how interested I am to your sad little life and your negative emotions." He said as another person walked up behind him: Castiel. Castiel has a very pensive look on his face, emotionless as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. It makes sense though, popular guy picking on a loser who just happens to be an ex of his girl, normal right? Dean was furious, but he was glued and frozen in one spot because of the anger bubbling inside him. Castiel was no one to tell his best friend to hush and move on, instead a smirk appeared on his face and believe me, it's not the sweet and helpful kind. As if there weren't enough tinder in the fire, Castiel poured 10 gallons of oil on top of it.
"Bro, why are you wasting your precious time talking to this worthless pathetic guy?" Castiel huffed and eyed Dean like a lost puppy begging for food. "You," He meant Dean. "Shoo, us adults don't have time for you." At the same time, Lilith joined him and he put an arm around her skinny shoulders.
"Casty…what is this dweeb doing here with you?" She said as if Dean doesn't exist. "I think Anna is here looking for you." She frowned.
"Anna can go screw herself, freaking clingy little girl. I ain't her mommy. Get her out of my house." He said coldly and off goes Lilith, like a good servant. But he wasn't don't with Dean just yet. "Are you just that desperate for a girlfriend that out of everyone here you choose to hit on my bro's girl? Isn't that a bit…low?" he paused, merciless. "I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if finding a girl isn't the easiest thing for you, unlike me; taken that your common sense is um, not on point." He sipped on his champagne and Balthazar nodded in agreement.
By this point, Dean is shaking in anger. It took so much self-control to not punch them all in the face. But as if things couldn't get worse, someone nudged him from behind and from the beer and mind blowing hatred, he lost his balance and he fell forward, tumbling right into Castiel. Time froze as the champagne along with Dean's red wine spluttered on Castiel's pristine white shirt, drenching it in a deep red purple. The two men fell as everyone around them turned to look, some even took out their phone to "capture the moment".
It took a few seconds for Dean to realize just when had happened, he quickly crawled up and checked if his suit is still intact. And it was. But Castiel's was not as lucky. His entire shirt front was a mess of wine color, dripping down his tie onto the floor. It's like he got shot. Slowly Castiel helped himself up, face blank or just because there're too many emotions to choose from that he ended up undecided. What ever is going to happen next…it's not going to be pretty.
What have I done? What have I done! It finally hit Dean. He just tried to hang out with one powerful guy's girlfriend and now totally screwed the most famous guy on campus's shirt. "I-I-I'm sorr—" before he could finish, he was pinned against the wall by Balthazar's elbow at his windpipe; He could barely breathe. He watched in horror as Balthazar's nose flared with anger and the terrible dullness on his chest becomes ever more painful. Castiel hooked a finger on a chain around his neck, followed it to what used to be a gold locket. But now it has turned black and colorless, ugly like a piece of scrap metal. For just a moment he saw the utter look of shock and terror wash over Castiel's face. The locket clearly has a lot of sentimental value…and he has ruined it.
"Let me talk to him." Castiel said way more calmly than Dean had expected, he waved his hand toward himself in a gesture that means "give him to me"
"Maybe I should just beat this bitch up." Balthazar suggested.
"No. I need to talk to him, alone."
And down goes Dean, wheezing as fresh air refilled his lungs. "Castiel…I am so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"Shut the fuck up." Castiel said as he dragged Dean by the collar to a nearby empty room, slamming the door shut.
Castiel's stone hard blue eyes stared at Dean's green ones. It looks like both men are on the verge of crying. But crying and weakness is not Castiel's thing so he squared up and loomed over Dean's cowarding figure. In a deep voice he said, "Do you know what you have done?"
Dean stared at him for a second before breaking off his gaze, feeling too guilty to even look at the man in the eyes. "It was an accident someone pushed me I am so horribly sorry how can I repay you…" He blurted out, desperate for redemption.
"BULLSHIT!" Castiel roared as he lashed out, bitch slapping Dean on the left side of his face. He then crossed his arms as he watched Dean cover his face in pain, wincing at the sheer force of the collision.
"Please don't…" Dean begged between hiccups because he really doesn't know what to do anymore.
The lack of power of Dean made Castiel's heart giddy. But at the same time it stirred up something he'd buried deep within his mind in his childhood. He's been avoiding it for so long that he simply doesn't need a stupid little incident like this to unleash the monsters. "This locket," he seethed through clinched teeth as he dangled the now dull locket in front of dean's face "Is pure gold from the 17th century. And it's worth at least twenty thousand dollars. Do you understand?"
No response from dean.
"Do you understand?!" Castiel repeated as he threw the locket down on the ground where it bounced off and opened, a ring falling outside.
"Yes." Dean whispered.
"I need you to pay me back in two weeks. I don't give a shit about what you do, how you do it. But when the time is up, I need that money or you'll really regret ever being born." Castiel said in a deep monotone then bent down to pick up the locket and the ring. The moment he saw the content his expression softened as a wave of sadness hit him. There's a reason he kept that locket and its content so close to his heart. He could feel his tear glands betraying him as his eyes start to water. Turning his head he realized that Dean's been staring at his every move and how Dean's expression changed when he noticed the glazed eyes. Castiel is furious but at the moment, he's over taken by sadness. He jutted one hand toward the door. "Get out."
"Cas…"
"Get OUT."
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