Author's Note: I suppose this means I'll have to be serious now...I kid of course.

There are few things more annoying in this world than a trumpet section. The Lawrence High orchestra was no exception. The leader, Dean, was the poster child for egos. This guy made Narcissus look like Seymour Krelborn. There were two seconds, Jo Harvelle and Gabriel Novak. As mentioned in an earlier chapter, Sam Winchester was popular with pretty much every gender. He and Gabriel had been going out for about six months by that point. They were the most disgustingly, overtly, embarrassingly adorable couple ever to grace the halls of a high school. Seriously, they had a fan club. The fans were...creepy...and the fanfiction...

Ahem.

Trumpet sections are renowned for their inability to pay attention to anyone and their absurd dislike of any sort of dynamic. This one was no exception.

And they were having a good day.

Chuck had been trying to teach a lesson that day. He had been explaining the benefits of exercising one's chin. Namely, putting one's chin to one's chest to create a double chin and then 'releasing' said double chin. Naturally, this was met by shouts of 'RELEASE THE DOUBLE CHIN' in a voice usually reserved for the re-animation of a corpse or the battle cry of a pigeon. The loudest was, of course, Dean. Trumpets, in addition to stunning volume on their instruments, generally have immense volume when speaking.

Chuck decided to crawl under a desk and would not come out till the flute sectional.

Having lost their conductor, Sam took charge and ordered the orchestra to pull out their copies of 'Royal Garden Blues'. This piece featured an absolutely stunning trumpet part involving the use (and abuse) of mutes.

Now, a mute on any brass instrument can be a tricky thing. They seldom, if ever, sound good. They are a terrible pain to play with and are often quite simply forgotten. However, this particular section of trumpets was well known for their affinity with plunger mutes. So when the dreaded section took place they smoothly played through with little to no bloodshed.

That is something called anti-climatic. My apologies.

So they moved onto the Nutcracker. A popular Christmas piece: the less well-known Ellington version was known to have a section of trombone solo. This solo is characterized by an exceptionally loud yah yah from the lead trombone.

Trombones aren't known for their silence.

The blast zone radiated through the brass and well past the percussion section. Sam called for order but found that those in immediate vicinity were now quite deaf and so he opted to motion instead for silence. Meeting with zero success, he looked to Chuck for assistance. Dear old Chuck appeared to have curled into the fetal position beneath the table and made no motion to stand.

"Pack up then, we won't be playing today," Sam said tiredly. Grinning, Gabriel and Dean began to play a funeral dirge before running from Sam's musical score thrown at their heads.

"Remember the concert next week," Sam yelled at the retreating backs of the beleaguered musicians (if you can call them that). He resignedly put his flute into his case; hardly noticing that one of the band members remained.

Cas fidgeted awkwardly with his backpack as he waited for Sam to turn around. Sam did so and quirked an eyebrow in question.

"I am unsure as to the social conventions involved, but I wished to ask a question of you and was wondering how you might receive it,"
Cas said bluntly. Sam registered the question-statement-thing and then motioned for Cas to continue.

"I hate to burden you on such a slight acquaintance, but I believe I may have what is known as a 'crush' on your brother, Dean. Having no previous experience in this I elected to ask Gabriel. He provided me with no helpful advice and used terms not suitable to be repeated in polite society," Cas paused for breath. Sam wondered what Gabriel might've said but then realized that he decidedly did not want to know.

"Do you see my dilemma?"

As Cas looked expectantly at Sam for an answer a faint voice drifted from under the table saying thusly (or to the same effect):

"Your dilemma is that you have a crush on Dean Winchester."

This voice (known sometimes as Chuck) was silenced by a kick to the stomach from the younger Winchester. Sam smiled winningly at Cas and decided that he would most definitely help the bassist, whatever the cost.

But he would need help.