A/N: So I lied that took a really long time, but…Yay a new chapter! Special thanks to Larkafree, BeccaHoyle2, and Lilia for leaving me reviews. And to answer your question Lilia, this will be a Top!Castiel/Bottom!Dean fic :)

P.S. The reason Castiel drives a yellow Mustang is because I don't know anyone who drives a silver Volvo nor have I ever ridden in one, but I do dance with a guy who drives a yellow Mustang and I've rode in it a few times so yeah lol.

Chapter 3: Stupid Friggin Dance

The next month passed in a tense haze of disappointment, uneasiness, and embarrassment. No matter how many times I explained that I was fine and that Castiel was the hero, people continued to surround me and not even give Castiel a second's thought.

And as for Castiel…neither he nor his siblings so much as looked at me, he sat as far away from me in Biology as possible while sharing a desk and showed no signs of being aware of my existence.

The snow had finally stopped coming and that plus the fact that it would soon be warm enough to go to the beach finally had me feeling pretty good again. Well of course until Chuck called me on the first Friday night of March to inform me of something new to be disappointed and annoyed about: the spring 'anyone's choice' dance in two weeks.

"I was thinking of asking Becky, you know, if you- if you don't mind," He stuttered out.

I was confused for a minute by whether he thought that I was thinking about asking Becky or that I thought he was going to ask me. I shook my head, pushing those thoughts aside for the time being. I cleared my throat, "No, not at all; I'm not going to the dance." Did I mention that I can't dance? Yep, that's me Dean Swan, the only gay man alive who can't friggin dance.

"Are you sure? It's gonna be really fun," He offered.

"You and Becky have fun, dude," I told him before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Five minutes later I was just getting back into my cooking when the phone rang again. "Hello?" I answered, not even bothering to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

"Hi, um, is this Dean?" Came a quiet female voice.

"Yeah," I said slowly. "Who's this?"

"My name's Lisa," She paused, probably waiting for me to say something. When I didn't she continued, "Lisa Braeden? We have Biology together?" I vaguely remembered Chuck telling me something about a Lisa having eye-sex with my back a while ago, but I still couldn't come up with a face. "I sit across from you at lunch, like every day."

The image of a slim, olive-skinned girl with long dark hair, who I had seen smiling in my direction a few times, came to mind. "Oh, uh, hey. How did you get this number?"

"It's in the phonebook."

"Oh," I breathed, feeling stupid. "So…what's up?"

"I was just calling to tell you that I don't have a date for the dance yet, so I was thinking that since you're new, I'd do you a favor and just go with you."

Wow, could this chick be a little more full of herself? "I'm not going to the dance."

"Why not?" She asked, her voice losing most of- if not all of –its sweetness.

"I have out of town plans that weekend."

"Oh…Prom then!" And with that the line clicked dead.

I shook my head, hanging up my end of the line while mumbling to myself, "Sure, Lisa, just as soon as Hell freezes over and is filled with flying pigs."

~o0o0o0o~

The next Monday after a quiet and somewhat depressing weekend, Chuck was silent for the entire morning. I was almost positive that the reason was Becky. My suspicions were confirmed at lunch when Chuck sat at the opposite end of our usual lunch table as me and Becky, talking excitedly with Kevin. Becky also seemed to be lost for words, which was just plain scary.

Just when I was losing patience and preparing to knock their heads together, Becky spoke in a small voice, her eyes never leaving her lunch tray, "So…Chuck asked me to the dance."

I forced a smile, "That's awesome! I'm sure two will have a great time."

"Well…" She finally looked up at me with a frown on her face, "I…I told him I'd think about it."

"Why would you do that?" I asked, letting some of my real anger seep into my voice.

Her face turned a bright shade of red as she returned her gaze to the half-eaten apple on her lunch tray, "Well I was just…I was just wondering if maybe, you know…you were planning on asking me."

What part of 'gay at the 4th of July' were the girls at this school missing?! Fuck! Just fuck! Some of my anger must have showed on my face because Becky now looked an inch away from tears. I wave of guilt washed over me and I turned my head to the side, catching a glimpse of Castiel, whose head seemed to be tilted in my direction. I pushed all thoughts of Castiel out of my head and returned my attention to Becky. "Becky… I think you should tell him yes," I told her as gently as possible.

"Did you already ask someone else?" Her eyes flickered over to Castiel so briefly that it might not even have been on purpose.

"No!" I assured her, placing my hand on her shoulder. "I'm just not going to the dance…Between you and me I can't exactly dance-"That got a small smile from Becky –"So I made plans in Seattle for that weekend."

"I could teach you how to dance?" She offered.

I shook my head, "Just tell Chuck yes."

Becky shook her head then nodded, "I didn't mean…I meant so that you could ask Castiel."

I smiled, pulling Becky onto a hug and whispering in her ear, "That's sweet, but we have a kinda friendship/loathing relationship at the moment."

Becky nodded, giving me one last smile as she stood and left the room to fix her makeup.

I sighed and fought of my feelings of sympathy for her as I walked to Biology. Once I got there I sat down, closing my eyes and massaging my temples.

Mr. Singer began to speak and I opened my eyes to see Castiel staring at me, the familiar look of confusion and frustration on his face. I met his bright blue eyes and held his gaze, expecting him to look away at any second, but he continued to look at me. My hands began to shake as our stare deepened and I inched closer to him.

"Mr. Cullen?" Mr. Singer called, demanding an answer to a question that I had obviously missed.

Castiel's eyes held mine for another second, dropped to my mouth then reluctantly landed on our teacher. "The Krebs Cycle," He answered in an even rougher voice than usual.

I took the opportunity to find my place in our book and try to control the myriad of emotions that were pulsing through me, triggered by Castiel looking at me for the first time in six weeks. God am I pathetic!

By some feat of magic I managed to not look at Castiel through the rest of class. When the bell rang I turned fully away from him and began gathering my things.

"Dean?"

My cock gave a slight twitch and a chill ran up my spine at the sound of my name on his lips. I slowly turned to look at his perfect face. I was just getting swallowed by his eyes again when I reminded myself that I should be mad at him. "What? So you're talking to me again?"

"Technically, yes, I am currently conversing with you."

I stared at him in puzzlement for a moment. What exactly did he mean by 'yes I'm currently conversing with you'? And wait…did he actually use the word conversing in a sentence? I shook my head in hopes of clearing my thoughts. "What do you want, Castiel?"

"I'm sorry," He stated in a sincere tone. "I have been being very ride to you, and I apologize for that, but I assure you; it's better this way."

"What do you mean?" I asked calmly.

"Trust me; it's better for everyone if we aren't friends."

I felt like my heart was being ripped in two (I know, I know, how over-dramatic, but that's what it felt like dammit!) Naturally I covered up my hurt with anger, "It's too bad you didn't figure that out earlier," I snapped. "You could have saved yourself from all of this regret."

"Regret?" He asked with a head-tilt that melted my broken heart. "Regret for what?"

"For not letting that fucking van just run me over!"

His confusion deepened before turning to anger. "You believe that I regret saving your life?" Under his anger I could swear that he sounded hurt.

"Yes," I hissed. "I know you do."

"You don't know," He whispered.

I huffed and stood up to storm out of the room, but of course when I made it to the door my boot caught on the doorjamb. I managed to catch myself (barley), but my books flew from my arms to the floor. "Fuck," I groaned, resting my head against the doorway and trying to get my breathing under control. I turned to lean down and pick up my books and came face-to-face with Castiel, holding my books in a neat stack. I ripped the books from his hands, "Thanks."

"You're welcome, Dean," He replied in a softer voice than normal as I stormed down the hall.

I nearly died in gym, which I naturally blamed on Castiel. If it wasn't for that blue-eyed bastard I wouldn't have been thinking about him and trying to fight off an erection while I should have been watching the basketball that was being launched at me.

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse I seen a figure leaned against Baby. As I got closer to her I sighed in relief, seeing that it was just Kevin. "Hey man, what's up?"

"Hey, Dean," He replied, staring at his feet as he scuffed his shoe on the blacktop. "Oh, I was uh…I was just wondering if you…well if you didn't have a date to the dance, you'd maybe want to go with me." His eyes shifted up to mine for a second before returning to the ground. "You know to hang out," He added as if it was an afterthought.

Are you fucking kidding me?! Fuck! I took a deep breath before speaking on an overly calm voice," Sorry, I'm going to be in Seattle that weekend."

"Oh…Maybe next time, yeah?"

"Yeah," I said, my eyes already drifting to Castiel as he climbed into his shiny yellow Mustang. I grit my teeth, climbing into my car and slamming the door. "Sorry, Baby," I muttered, rubbing her steering wheel. I started my engine and was creeping out of my spot when I was cut off by none other than Castiel Fucking Cullen, stopping in the middle of the lot to wait for his siblings, who were just now exiting the school. I briefly considered taking out the back end of his loud-ass car, but decided against it, not wanting to get that God-awful paint anywhere near my Baby.

I popped my neck and kept my eyes anywhere but Castiel's car as he waited for his impossibly slow siblings. I jerked in my seat when I heard a tap on the window and turned to see Andy smiling in at me. I repressed the urge to roll my eyes, instead rolling down the window. "Hey, Andy."

"Hey," He grinned. "Can I ask you something while you're waiting for Cullen to move?"

No. Oh Hell to the friggin no! He was not going to ask me if-

"Will you come to the dance with me?" He blurted.

Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me! Son of a motherfucking bitch! Fuck! This stupid friggin dance was going to be the death of me! "I'm gonna be out of town," I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Yeah…that's what um, Chuck and Becky said," He mumbled.

"Then why in the blue fu-"

"I thought maybe you were, you know…letting them down easy," He said with a shrug.

"Nope, sorry," I snapped. "I'm actually going to be out of town." As long as closing myself up in my room and listening to Zeppelin records all night counted as 'out of town'…

"That's cool, we still have prom." And with that he was gone, walking across the parking lot to wherever he was parked.

I stared straight ahead, open-mouthed in shock. What in the actual Hell was that? Just because I happen to be gay doesn't mean that I want to date every guy at the school! And speaking of that what the shit was going on with all the guys at the school? Was everyone gay or bi?

I sighed in relief as the last of Castiel's siblings- in my anger I couldn't even think of his stupid angelic name –piled into his car and drove away so that I could finally drive home. God could the day possibly have sucked any worse?

A/N#2: Okay so short chapter and it was supposed to be longer but I figured why not give you shorter chapters in less time? So I hope you enjoyed, leave me reviews if you wish and the next chapter should be up in a week or so. In the meantime feel free to read some of my other stories :)