Chapter 4

September 9th, 2014, 3:24 pm.

Dean looked at the clock. Only one minute left. He thought anxiously, tapping on his desk, completely tuning his teacher out. In just a short minute-no 47 seconds- Dean would be free and heading out with Cas to get ice cream. Time seemed to stand still and blur. Dean's ears started to ring. He felt a tug at his shoulder and a quiet echoing voice. Dean turned his head towards his moving shoulder to see Castiel's face, causing a smile. Dean then heard faint yelling and turned to the front of the class.

"Mr. Winchester, Mr. Novak. Everything okay back there?" A tall female teacher hissed, possibly in her early 50s.

"Huh? What? Yeah?" Dean replied, still in a slight daze.

"Good. Now-" The teacher began, only to be cut off by a loud blaring bell. The students let out a ceremonious cheer and leaped from their seats, rushing towards the door.

"Yes!" Dean cheered. "Alright, Cas. Let's get our stuff then hit the road!" He purred with delight.

Castiel laughed at Dean's enthusiasm. "Ha, yeah. We'll go get some ice cream first, yeah?"

"Of course! Then I guess we'll do whatever comes our way." Dean smiled, walking towards their lockers.

"Yeah, sure. I have some ideas of what we can do, anyways." Castiel smiled back.

. . .

"Are you sure the ice cream place is over here?" Castiel questioned, cocking his head to the left in confusion.

"I'm sure of it! I remember my mom showing me! We used to go here when I was little! I loved it so much!" Dean insisted.

"I still don't see why we couldn't just go to the one that was two blocks from the school." Castiel snarked.

"Because this one is so much better! Trust me on this!" Dean squeaked.

"I'll trust you on it when we find the damn place." Castiel cursed.

"It's not too far now, trust me on this!"

"Dean, you said that 40 minutes ago."

"I'm sure of it this time!" Dean replied.

"You've said that every time." Castiel retorted, looking at Dean then suddenly he felt a hard surface smash against his face. "What the he-"

"I told you we were close!" Dean yelled in pure bliss.

Castiel backed up, rubbing his head then looked up at the sign. It read Harvell's Ice Cream Emporium. "Harvell's Ice Cream Emporium, huh?" Castiel spoke.

"What about it?"

"Isn't Jo's last name Harvell?" Castiel questioned.

"Son of a bitch." Dean exclaimed.

"Well, hopefully she hasn't taken up the family business yet." Castiel spoke calmly.

"Yeah. . . Anyways, let's go get some ice cream." Dean replied, patting Castiel's back, pulling him into the store.

"Hello, how may I help you-" A young female voice spoke dull-ly. "Dean! Castiel! What a surprise!" She replied, looking up at the two.

"Oh, hey Jo." Dean spoke, remembering the events of their morning class.

"How's Cassy poo?" Jo said, leaning against the counter.

"Listen, Jo. We're just here for some ice cream, okay?" Castiel answered.

"Oh, well I come in peace." Jo replied.

"Really?" Dean replied skeptically. "Whatever. Anyways, I want a double scoop cookie dough on a waffle cone."

"Not much for small talk, huh?" Jo replied, reaching for a waffle cone.

"No. Now tell her what you want, Cas." Dean replied harshly.

"Uhhhhh. . ." Castiel spoke, looking over the large variety of ice cream. "Blueberry cheesecake, double on a waffle cone?" He questioned.

"Sure thing, huggy bear." Jo spoke, shooting a look at Dean.

Dean's face flushed, then he grabbed his cone and waited impatiently for Castiel's to come.

"Here ya go, sweety." Jo replied, handing Castiel his ice cream.

"Yeah, thanks, gotta go, bye." Dean rushed, pulling Castiel out of the store as soon as he payed.

"Wait! Dean! Cas! I need to ask you something!" Jo called out.

"Make it quick." Dean replied, stopping halfway out the door.

"Want to come to my party tonight? 7 o'clock, 667 Elysium Terrace." She called out.

"No promises!' Dean shouted back, speeding away from the store.

"Dean! Slow down!" Castiel yelled in distress, pulling on Dean's jacket. "We're like 6 blocks away! Slow your roll!"

"Ugh, fine." Dean said, reluctantly slowing down.

"S0, are we going to the party or not?"

"I don't know, man. I'm not really following on the Jo train." Dean replied.

"Yeah but it'll give us something to do! I mean, you don't have to be home 'til 10. We can go for like 3 hours then I can take you home or something?" Castiel suggested.

"Agh, fine. I guess we can go. Now, what to do for the next 3 hours?" Dean answered.

Castiel furrowed his eyebrows, deep in thought. "Hmm . . . we can go to my place and play video games for a bit?" He suggested.

"What games do you have?"

"I have like, a lot." Castiel replied.

"Wow thanks. Very descriptive. Can't wait to play. That's my favorite game." Dean answered sarcastically.

"Ha, yep. It's a great game. Now, let's go. My house shouldn't be too far from here. . ." Castiel murmered, wondering where exactly they were.

. . .
"Ohhhh! Get wrecked!" Dean howled as he succesfully landed a jump shot on Castiel's character.

"Pfft. Newbie luck." Castiel huffed.

"Yeah, right. Or you just suck." Dean spoke, pushing into Castiel's side.

"Get off me! You're messing up my game!" Castiel hissed playfully.

"What game? I'm beating you 54 to 7!" Dean hooted gleefully.

"I'm just letting you win." Castiel made up an excuse.

"Yeah? Alright. Now that I'm winning show me that you can win." Dean smirked.

"Fine." Castiel muttered when suddenly a loud beeping noise rang up from Castiel's phone.

"Damn. Looks like you can't show me your masterful skills." Dean mocked.

"Ha, yeah. Too darn bad. We better get going or we'll be late. . ." Castiel laughed lightly, getting up to leave his house.

Dean and Castiel walked out of his house, Dean still wearing his denim jacket whilst Castiel was rocking a long trenchcoat over his suit. "Nice trenchcoat, Cas." Dean laughed.

"Thank you." He replied.

"I was being sarcastic." Dean smiled.

"Oh. I didn't catch that."

"Clearly." Dean smirked, hitting Castiel on the back.

"Ha, whatever, Dean-o." Castiel teased.

"Ah, shaddup Cas."

"Never!" Castiel teased.

"How dare you sir! I shall silence you if it kills me!" Dean hissed.

"I will kill you before you silence me!" Castiel laughed.

"Try me!" Dean replied, getting into a 'ready' stance.

Castiel followed suit then right before he went to move he turned and fled. "You will never catch me! Ahahahaaha!" He cried out.

"Damn it, Cas! I'll catch you!" Dean cursed.

"In your dreams, buddy!" He called back, only to see a young man charging towards him. "Uh oh." He spoke before Dean crashed into him.

"Gotcha!" Dean howled in victory.

"Yeah, but you also pushed me into this." Castiel replied, shoving Dean off of him and rolling out of the way to reveal a broken flower pot underneath him.

"Crap." Dean replied, struggling to put it back together. They balanced all the pieces and stepped back. A small piece fell off.

"Welp, we're screwed. Let's just go." Castiel urged.

"Damnit, Cas. We can fix this!" Dean hissed.

"Dean! It's not broken." Castiel insisted, attempting to pull Dean away from the shattered pot.

"Cas, are you blind?"

"Just a little bit!" Castiel shouted back, causing the toy boys to fall down in laughter.

"Hello boys." A short man spoke, looming over the toy.

"Oh, hey Carl." Dean spoke.

"Hello. Are you coming to the party or?" He spoke gruffly.

"What? Yeah? Maybe? Jo's party?" Castiel stuttered.

"Indeed. It's just across the street." Carl spoke.

"Yeah? How did you know it was us?" Dean questioned.

"I was warned about someone in a denim jacket traveling with a boy in a suit." Carl said, reaching a hand down to help Cas up. "Want a hand?"

Castiel refused, helping himself up. "I'm fine."

"Whatever you say, Cassy poo." Carl replied. "Now, let's get you boys to the party." He smiled largely, standing in between the two, an arm on each shoulder, and walked them to Jo's house.

A/N Spoilers for Chapter 5: In Chapter 5 it will be the introduction to anything and everything supernatural! Yay! Woopee! Time for the action and angst to come out!