A/N: Happy early Halloween! Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Dean had heard that Gabriel was having another party, so his first thought was to find Cas and actually invite him this time. There was a rematch to be had.
Dean approached Cas' room, trying to think of the best way to challenge him to a rematch. He stopped at the door, and gave a hesitant knock. He didn't really know how to ask it, so he'd just wing it.
The door opened. Cas was shirtless, drying his hair with a towel, obviously fresh out of the shower. Cas just eyed Dean wearily. "Yes, Winchester?"
Dean was momentarily stunned... from surprise. He tried his hardest to remember how to speak. "Oh, looks like you're already getting ready. Did you want to walk over there together?"
Cas slung the wet towel over his shoulder. "Walk where?"
"To Gabriel's. You and I are going to have a little rematch." Dean unleashed a mischievous smile.
Cas titled his head in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"The party tonight! Isn't that what you're getting ready for?"
"Oh... No, Dean. I told you that I don't party."
The smile transformed into a look of curiosity. "Then what's the deal? Where are you going?"
Cas eyed him suspiciously. "Does it matter?"
"It does if you're going to be all secretive about it. Got a date, or something?" Dean really hated secrets. He was going to get to the bottom of this.
"Dean, just drop it."
"Come on, tell me." Dean gave his best attempt at 'puppy dog' eyes.
Cas rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine. I have a show tonight."
"A... show?"
"Yes, Dean. A show." Cas tapped Dean's forehead. "I'm a theater major, remember?"
Dean had a look of confusion mixed with amusement. "Huh... I guess I never connected the dots."
Cas sighed, walked back into his room, grabbing something from his desk. He walked back to Dean, and handed him a program for the show. "Here. Now leave."
Dean looked down at the program in his hands and frowned, "Sweeney Todd?"
Cas sighed and shoved Dean towards the door, "Yes, now I have to get ready."
"Wait, wait, wait." Too late. Cas closed the door in Dean's face. "Psh. Rude."
Dean studied the program in his hands, and read the first page. "When the unjustly imprisoned Sweeney Todd returns to London, he vows revenge upon those who framed him. Joining forces with Mrs. Lovett, he kills and she bakes his customers into her meat pies."
Sounds like his kind of story. Maybe Cas was the director or light guy, or something. The party could wait, Dean decided. He was going to see what Cas was up to. But he had a few hours to spare. And the theater was just outside of campus, so it would only take a few minutes to get there, so he decided to hide out in his room for a while.
Dean opened the door to his room to find, surprise surprise, Chuck sitting there typing away.
He sat on his bed, hoping time would fly by. He ended up sitting there, staring at Chuck. Not that Chuck really noticed. "Hey, Chuck? You know, I've never really ask you this before, but what are you writing?"
"I am writing my memoirs."
"Your... memoirs? What have you done that's so notable?"
"Nothing yet. But when I do, they'll be ready for the presses. I like to plan ahead."
"You confuse me."
"And you distract me."
Dean could take a hint.
A few moments of silence pass. Well, not silence. There was still the clicking of keys. "Hey, Chuck?"
"Whaaaat?"
"What do you think Cas' problem is?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why is he so, I don't know, stand-offish?"
"He's fine with people that aren't you."
Dean narrowed his eyes and glared, not that Chuck noticed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I think you annoy him, or something. You really get under his skin."
"Well, his brother seems to tolerate me."
"Cas isn't Gabriel."
"I guess. But if Cas hates people as much as he pretends he does, then why is he an RA?"
"RAs get free room and board. And they get some weekly pay as well. It's a nice job if you think about it. Only downside seems to be you."
Dean pondered for a bit. "Why do you think he'd need free room and board?"
"Maybe because he's not on a scholarship like you?"
Dean wasted the rest of the hour attempting to peel Chuck away from the computer. He failed miserably, but he figured he could try again another time.
Glancing at the clock, Dean figured he better head to the theater if he wanted to see exactly what Cas was up to. When he walked in, he was surprised to see a line of people waiting. People actually lined up for theater? Who knew.
He got in the line, and eventually made it to the ticket counter. 20 dollars for a ticket. 20 dollars! He grumbled a bit, and then turned on his charms for the ticket girl. Somehow he was able to talk her down to 5 dollars. Yeah, he was good. No one could resist the Winchester charm.
Dean found a seat in the back of the theater, hoping not too many people would notice him. He felt very out of place, and very under-dressed for the occasion. He looked around, hoping to spot Cas somewhere up on the cat walk, or even in the booth, but he didn't see him. The lights dimmed, and the orchestra started playing.
"Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd."
Dean already felt uncomfortable. He didn't do musicals. He didn't understand them or their appeal. The song went on. And after a huge burst of voices, he saw something he could hardly believe... It was Cas. In a wig and a costume.
"What happened then... Well, that's the play, and he wouldn't want us to give it away. Not Sweeney. Not Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of Fleet Street!"
Dean quickly flicked through his program, the same program he's had most of the night and never thought to check. And sure enough, "Castiel Novak as Sweeney Todd."
Cas was Sweeney Todd. The dude the play was named after. And for the next three hours, Dean sat in awe as Cas sang, killed, screamed, cried, loved, and died. So much emotion that Dean had never seen before. He was sort of amazed. When the curtain call finally came, Dean was the first one on his feet for Cas. He may have even yelled out his name and gave a celebratory 'woot'.
When the lights in the theater rose again, Dean was on the hunt for Cas. He had to say something. Congratulate him, or give him a pat on the ass, or something. Whatever those theater people did.
He noticed a lot of people were gathering in the lobby, waiting around. They looked like family of the cast, so he figured that was the place to wait. No Gabriel, though. Some of the actors began to emerge from the dressing rooms, and were immediately engulfed by the waiting people. Dean thought he saw Cas, but he wasn't really sure. It was probably best to wait outside the crowd for his own safety.
Dean lurked in the shadows, waiting for the masses to clear. That's when Cas caught his eye. He was trying to sneak out, avoiding the crowd of people. Dean hurried over to him.
"Cas!"
Cas' eyes grew wide. He looked like a deer in the headlights. "Dean? What are you doing here?" Dean stuck his arms out, moving in for a hug, but Cas gave him a weird look and backed away. "Did you just try to hug me?"
"Uh, what? No. No no no." Dean was clearly embarrassed, and his face was an odd shade of red.
Cas had a weird smirk on his face. "You're a bad liar."
"Your face... is... bad." Smooth.
Cas couldn't help but laugh at that. "I thought you had a party to go to."
"Well, curiosity got the best of me, so here I am. I can't say I expected to see that, though. Whatever that was."
"Is that why you were gonna hug me?"
"I wasn't going to hug you! I was, uh... stretching!"
"Right. Of course."
"Really Cas... That was pretty cool. I didn't know you could sing. Or act. And all that blood and killing? Fucking awesome."
"Thanks Dean." Cas wrapped his arms around Dean, pulling him in for a hug. "I'm sure that took a lot for you to admit."
Dean just laughed nervously, and broke the hug, patting Cas on the back. An easy silence fell between them, and they just smiled at each other.
"So, Dean... What was your favorite part?"
"The scene where you choked that Italian douche bag and then locked him in a trunk." Dean couldn't help be reenact the actions.
A wicked smirk crossed his face. "Yeah... It was surprisingly easy to get into that mindset..."