Dean heard a knock at the door, and wasn't surprised at all when he saw it was Cas.
"Dean. I fucked up." Cas pushed open the door and entered.
"Well, come right on in..." Dean muttered. "So what'd you do this time?"
"My school is having a dance for the juniors and seniors." Cas said.
"And how did you 'fuck up' exactly?" Dean asked.
"This girl Hester asked me. I kind of like her, but I still turned her down. I told her I already had a date." Cas explained.
"Hester? I don't know, Cas. I'm not sure your boyfriend would approve of you having a crush on someone else." Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Of course not!" Cas exclaimed. "I like her as a friend, Dean. Her feelings towards me are a slightly different matter I believe, but the point is. If I don't show up tonight with a date, she is going to know I lied to her and purposely avoided her. And she's one of the few people I don't want to hurt. We're great science partners."
"So you have absolutely no clue at all who to take to this dance tonight?" Dean chuckled.
"You sound like you do." Cas mused.
"Well I think I might know a guy." Dean hummed. "I think you'd like him."
"What's he like?" Cas asked, honest intrigue spreading across his face.
"He's funny, and witty, and the sexiest guy you will ever meet. He's about yea high and has dirty blonde hair. He has green eyes, and 57 freckles." Dean smiled, Cas had caught on by now. "The only problem is that he has a boyfriend who he loves and wouldn't want to let him go to the dance alone. So unless you can convince my friend to you with you instead of his boyfriend, you'll just have to go alone."
"Well I don't think that'd be a problem." Cas laughed. "Just I don't think your friend is allowed into the school.
"My friend's very stealthy. He's broken into a billionaire's mansion millions of times. He even has the guts to walk in the front door." Dean smirked.
"I think I rather like your friend." Cas smiled.
"I think he rather likes you, too." Dean chided, leaning in and kissing Cas. "Is something wrong?"
"An earthquakes's coming, Dean." Cas stated.
"How do you know?" Cas asked.
"Nature senses it. Everything becomes deadly silent. The birds stop flying and stop chirping, the insects stop buzzing, the frogs stop croaking. Everything. Silent." Cas replied.
"Well, it's pretty damn noisy outside right now." Dean retorted.
"I'm trying to be metaphorical, Dean." Cas said.
"About?"
"About Michael. He hasn't been on our case at all. He hasn't cared that you've been in the house or with me. He hasn't cared that I've been late to school or that I've been staying out later. He hasn't cared at all." Cas sighed. "Something's coming. It's big, and coming soon and fast and we won't know what it is until it kicks out feet out beneath us."
"Son of a bitch ,Cas. You're right. I didn't even know he was home." Dean mused. "You sure he hasn't just given up?"
"Michael doesn't give up until he gets what he wants. Never." Cas stated.
"Well he's not getting what he wants this time." Dean assured Cas with a quick kiss.
"I know, Dean. Not this time." Cas smiled up at him.
"So what kind of a dance is it that I'm unofficially invited to?" Dean smirked as they started walking up the stairs.
"I believe it's just a regular formal dance." Cas said.
"Well..." Dean hummed. "It's a good thing I can pretend to be formal."
"Yes. Very good thing." Cas agreed.
"That's not until later tonight, though. What are we going to do until then?" Dean mused.
Cas shrugged. "Remain here?"
"C'mon, Cas." Dean laughed. "You got the rest of forever to 'remain here'. Why not do something exciting?"
"We have the rest of forever to do something exciting. Why not just relax?" Cas countered.
"Touché." Dean smirked.
"So what's it going to be, Dean? What's the final verdict, Judge Winchester?" Cas asked.
"I say both." Dean replied.
"Both? Something relaxing and fun?" Cas tilted his head. "Like yoga?"
"Hell no!" Dean exclaimed. "That's boring."
"Well do you have a better idea?" Cas asked.
"What can be relaxing and exciting at the same time? Drugs." Dean smiled.
"Are you being serious?" Cas scoffed.
"What do you think?" Dean retorted. "I wouldn't want to be a bad influence on you now would I?"
"You're a terrible influence on me already." Cas stated.
"True." Dean mused.
"So what's your real plan?" Cas rested against the wall.
"My real plan?" Dean pursed his lips. "I don't really know."
"Are you kidding me?" Cas sighed. "You can't just put up an idea and then not have one."
"Why don't we make it up as we go along?" Dean offered.
"We need somewhere to start still." Cas said.
"How about you get off my ass and give me an idea then?" Dean smirked. "Other than yoga thank you very much."
"Baking."
"Baking?" Dean scoffed. "Why baking?"
"You said give you an idea and I did. Now I'm taking control here. We can do yoga or baking. Choose." Cas glared at him.
"Assertive. I like it." Dean purred.
"Do not bother trying to flirt with me, Dean. Flirting is for people who are interested in finding a partner. I'm already your partner, you ass." Cas retorted. "Also, your flirtations are terrible. I'm surprised I was wooed by such nonsense."
"Is there some law saying I can't flirt with my boyfriend?" Dean smirked.
"No. That'd be a stupid law." Cas replied.
"There are tons of stupid laws." Dean snorted. "In Tuscon, it is illegal for women to wear pants."
"That's absurd." Cas stated. "The community would never stand for that."
"It's not really enforced. I mean, who gives a flying fuck if women wear pants or skirts?" Dean responded.
"Apparently Tuscon." Cas mused.
"Smartass..." Dean muttered. "Anyways, let's get back on topic here. Clarify baking. Rich people have a different idea of baking than us poor."
"Baking. The mixing of ingredients to create a sugary treat." Cas answered.
"So do you use a baking mix?" Dean asked.
"Of course not!" Cas exclaimed. "Baking mixes take away from it all. They do it all for you. Real baking is buying all the ingredients and creating your own 'mix', not adding water, vinegar, and three large eggs to some powder."
"Isn't that messy?" Dean sighed.
"It can be." Cas said.
"You are killing me, Cas." Dean laughed running a hand through his hair. "Can't we use a mix this once?"
"Are you implying that we will be baking more?" Cas asked.
"God no." Dean smirked. "Just gathering ingredients is hard and...hard."
"It's more fun that way though. Cake mixes are simple and boring and I don't like them." Cas stated.
"Cas." Dean chuckled. "Did I ever tell you that you annoy the hell out of me?"
"Quite often actually." Cas answered.
"Yeah..." Dean chuckled. "Wonder why that is..."
"Because you are slightly intolerant of some of my mannerisms." Cas replied.
"That was rhetorical, but whatever. I'll go grab the keys and then we can go to the store." Dean said.
"Dressed like that?" Cas scoffed. "You're in your pajamas."
"You know what I have to say to that? Fuck it." Dean smiled. "Besides, you're hot enough for the both of us. Not like I have anyone to impress."
"You have me." Cas glared at him.
"I don't need to impress you." Dean laughed.
"And why is that?" Cas countered. "Is it because you think that since I'm your boyfriend, you don't need to look presentable around me?"
"That pretty much sums it up." Dean nodded.
"Well you're wrong. It is still your duty as a boyfriend – as my boyfriend – to look nice." Cas stated.
"I didn't see that when I signed up for this relationship." Dean retorted. "It must've been in the terms and conditions."
"I'm not sure what you're talking about." Cas said. "There was no contractual agreement to this relationship. Just a lie and passive blackmail."
"And it all turned out perfect in the end." Dean smiled.
"As I was saying, you still need to look presentable." Cas said.
"Nah." Dean shrugged. "I can look more than presentable after we bake whatever the hell you plan on baking."
"Fine." Cas grimaced. "But don't look too hot."
"Why's that?" Dean smirked.
"Because I don't want anyone flirting with you after you sneak into my school." Cas answered. "That's why."
"I'm sure jealous Cas isn't a fun thing to witness." Dean laughed.
"No. It isn't." Cas confirmed him. "Now go get your keys so we can be on our way."
Dean grabbed a cart and pushed it through the automatic doors, Cas at his side. As they neared the entrance of an aisle labeled 'Spices', Dean started speeding his pace. Cas quickened his own alongside him.
"Why are you going so fast, Dean? We're not in any hurry." Cas asked.
Dean remained silent and continued getting faster, completely ignoring any necessary items down the aisle.
"Dean!" Cas snapped, practically running after Dean at this point.
In a sweeping motion, Dean turned around and grabbed Cas, then quickly put him in the cart, legs draped over the front.
"Yes?" Dean smirked.
Cas sighed and shook his head in disappointment. "You can't go to the store without doing at least something stupid?"
"It's a personality flaw." Dean smiled.
"You have many personality flaws, Dean. Don't lie to yourself." Cas stated as Dean resumed pushing the cart in a normal manner.
"I'm not lying to myself. Hell, I'm proud of it. And you know why?" Dean grinned.
"Why?" Cas replied, obviously not caring what Dean had to say.
"Becuase I can rub it in your face." Dean stated.
"How so?" Cas asked.
"Well it doesn't take a genius to know that you like your things to be perfect, or at least close to it. And I am fucked up beyond belief and you're in love with me. All of me. The prince of perfection in love with a twisted, perverse, lazy ass, reject of society." Dean teased.
"Yes. That does terribly bother me." Cas nodded.
"You're not going to deny anything I just said? Not going to deny that I'm a twisted and perverse son a bitch?" Dean chuckled.
"Why would I deny it?" Cas inquired.
"Becuase you're my boyfriend and you're supposed to be nice to me." Dean answered.
"What do you want me to do about it?" Cas replied.
"Tell me I'm not a twisted and perverse son of a bitch?" Dean suggested.
"Why would I lie to you? Shouldn't relationships be based off honesty?" Cas smirked.
"You know what? Fuck you, Cas." Dean laughed.
"Thank you." Cas smiled.
"That wasn't a compliment." Dean said.
"Of course it was." Cas mused.
"No, Cas. It wasn't." Dean chuckled.
"You see, Dean. I have a head. And in my head, I have a brain. And that brain knows you. And that brain knows that when you say 'fuck you' you really mean 'I love you'." Cas explained. "So point and case."
"I don't remember signing up for 24/7 smart ass." Dean retorted.
"It must've been in the terms and conditions." Cas sighed.
"Sarcastic son of a bitch..." Dean muttered.
"And proud." Cas said.
"I will never fully understand you, Cas." Dean laughed.
"Mommy! Mommy! Look!" A small, blonde girl ran over to Dean and Cas. Dean stopped the cart as she looked at Cas. "Look at him!"
Cas cast Dean a wary glance, very confused at the situation. Dean shrugged in response as the girl's mother turned her head. Quickly she ran over in their direction.
"I'm so sorry about my daughter. She's a little...you know." The mother chuckled.
"He's the kind of guy I want to marry. He's so...hot." The little girl breathed as Dean stifled back laughter, the girl turning to him. "Can I have him?"
"God yes. Take him. I can't stand the saracstic doofus." Dean retorted.
Cas glared angrily at Dean, only getting a smug smile in return. Cas huffed out a breath through his nose and turned to look at the embarrassed mother and excited daughter, jumping and clapping.
"Look at what you've done, Dean." Cas snapped.
"Becca, no. They were just joking." The mother calmed her daughter from jumping.
"Not about the sarcastic doofus part." Dean retorted from the side.
Becca frowned. "But Mom, I want him."
"You can't have me." Cas stated. "I belong to no one."
Dean cleared his throat. "Forgetting someone?"
"I do not belong, to you, Dean. I am just your boyfriend." Cas said.
"Notice the part where you're my boyfriend." Dean smiled.
"That does not mean that I am your bitch, Dean." Cas replied.
"Surprising since you bitch a lot." Dean smirked.
"Mom, what's a bitch?" Becca turned to her exasperated mother who was most likely on the verge of shooting Dean and Cas.
"Becca, let's leave these young men alone. And didn't you hear? They're in a relationship. You can't have either one of them." Her mom sighed. "Maybe he'll be free when you're old enough to date."
"I don't plan it." Cas stated.
"But I want him now." Becca protested.
"Well you can't have me." Cas said.
"Why not?" Becca pouted, turning to Cas.
"Becuase...I said so." Cas replied.
"And honey, Cassie doesn't like girls. Even if he did and even if he were going to be single when you're at dating age, it sure as hell wouldn't be legal." Dean smiled.
"I d-" Cas started, but was muffled by the sound of Dean's hand over his mouth.
"Oh..." Becca hummed, backing away from the cart. "If you're both guys, then how do you have sex?"
"Becca, that's enough." Her mom growled through clenched teeth and violently pulled her by her arm down the aisle and off somewhere in the store.
Dean burst out laughing and removed his hand from Cas's mouth.
"Dean. You are aware than we're not gay, correct?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, Cas. I know." Dean laughed. "I just wanted her to shut up."
"Oh. Me too." Cas nodded.
"Children..." Dean muttered.
"You don't like them?" Cas tilted his head.
"I'd be a terrible dad." Dean chuckled.
"I don't think so." Cas said. "I think you'd be an amazing dad. Or mom."
"We are not having that conversation again." Dean retorted as he grabbed some flour.
"I still think you're wrong and that you'd be a wonderful parent." Cas stated.
"Yeah?" Dean chuckled.
"Yes." Cas answered. "I think if you wanted children and actually took a moment to think about it, you'd come to the same conclusion."
"What makes you think I don't want kids?' Dean asked.
"Well do you?" Cas countered.
"Well, not particularly." Dean stammered.
"Then I rest my case. You'd still be an outstanding father though. That's my overly honest opinion." Cas said.
"Everything you say is overly honest, Cas." Dean laughed. "Someday, someone's going to kill you for it. Just never let a woman ask you if something makes her look fat."
"I'll try to avoid being around women getting dressed then." Cas replied.
"You better." Dean remarked.
Cas turned and grabbed some vanilla of a shelf and put it in the cart. "Dean. When can I get out of this cart?"
"Not until we're back out to the car." Dean replied.
"Why? What was your reasoning to putting me into this cart in the first place?" Cas asked.
"I don't know." Dean shrugged. "Just to bother you."
"Well, to an extent, you've succeeded." Cas responded.
"Is that right?" Dean smiled.
"Yes." Cas answered.
"Well. I should throw you in shopping carts more often then, shouldn't I?" Dean smirked.
"I'd prefer you didn't." Cas muttered, comparing two packages of cocoa.
"Cas, what exactly are you even planning on making?" Dean asked.
"A Bundt cake with glaze drizzle and powdered sugar." Cas replied.
"Ugh. Cake?" Dean groaned.
"Yes, cake. Pies are all the same, despite how much you love them." Cas repeated.
"Who cares if they're all the same?" Dean scoffed. "It's pie."
"And I'm in charge. And we're making cake." Cas stated.
"What if I don't want cake?" Dean replied.
"No one said you have to eat it." Cas said.
"Someone's chipper." Dean retorted. "Is that stick up your ass being extra splintery today?"
"Yes. How would you feel if your boyfriend was forcing you to sit in a shopping cart?" Cas countered.
"I'd find it fun." Dean answered.
"Is that so? Then how about you climb in here and I push you around?" Cas suggested.
"Fun, but not as fun as pissing you off and pushing you around in this." Dean mused.
"I do not appreciate your idea of fun." Cas stated.
"Sometimes I don't appreciate me at all." Dean pouted playfully.
"You know that's not true." Cas snapped. "I appreciate many things about you."
"Whatever you say." Dean smiled.
"Now if you really insist on pie-" Cas started.
"I do." Dean interrupted.
"Then I'll let you get one individual piece while we're here from the bakery. Know what flavor you want before we get there. I don't feel like waiting for you." Cas sighed. "You men and your pie..."
"Again..." Dean chuckled. "You're like my wife."
"Except I'm not a woman." Cas said.
"You sure act like one sometimes..." Dean muttered.
"I heard that." Cas glared at him.
"Good." Dean snapped playfully.
After Dean had gotten his slice of pie boxed up, they headed to the checkout line, Cas still situated awkwardly in the cart.
"Someone doing some baking?" The lady at the register smiled as she started swiping the items.
"Yes." Cas answered.
The lady, whose name tag read Diane, turned to Dean, and nodded in Cas's direction. "That's strange. I don't think I remember getting a shipment of hot men. What aisle did you find him on?"
"What the hell?!" Cas exclaimed, causing Dean to smile. "Do women have to hit on me?"
"If I were a woman, I would." Dean smirked.
"Why?" Cas scoffed.
"Um. Maybe because you're hot." Dean laughed.
"Very," Cas turned to Diane. "And also a minor. So in shorter words, no, I am not interested in fucking you later tonight."
Dean burst out laughing as the lady quickly and awkwardly continued swiping items, much faster than before. "I swear I don't know you."
"Of course you know me." Cas said. "We're dating."
Dean rolled his eyes and sighed amusedly. "Guess I have to know you then, don't I?"
The lady rung up their total, and Dean pushed Cas out to the car. He opened the door and scooped Cas up in his arms and set him in the front seat. Cas shook his head disapprovingly as he glared at Dean and pulled the door shut.
"So." Dean brushed his hands together. "Where do we start?"
"With washing your hands." Cas replied.
"What?" Dean scoffed.
"Your hands are covered in millions of germs. Wash them." Cas ordered.
"Okay..." Dean laughed, turning the water on.
"Soap." Cas snapped.
"God..." Dean muttered as he reached for the dish soap.
"There. Now we can start. Do you have aprons?" Cas asked.
"I think we have one." Dean shrugged as he crouched down and opened a cabinet. After a moment of searching, he tossed Cas a wad of fabric. Cas unfolded it and put it on. Dean laughed when he looked up. Cas looked down at the apron and saw that it had 'Fuck kissing. Have sex with the cook.' written on it.
"Don't mind if I do." Dean winked.
Cas sighed and turned to the ingredients on the counter. "Dean, preheat the oven to...hm...I'm going to say 375º degrees."
"You're going to say? Are you not following a recipe or something?" Dean reached to the stove and started programming in the settings.
"God no! What fun would that be?" Cas answered.
"Do you even have a clue what you're doing then? Or are you just full on dicking around with my kitchen?" Dean smirked.
"I have many clues in fact. I am a man of many talents, Dean." Cas stated, and glanced down at his apron. "But you know that."
"Indeed I do." Dean smiled as he turned on the oven. "So what's first?"
"Dry ingredients." Cas pushed the ingredients into two piles, the dry ones by the bowl. He slowly poured the cocoa powder in, pausing often to observe the amount. "Do you think that's good or should I put a little more?"
"Don't ask me." Dean retorted. "I can explode a microwave thawing out leftover spaghetti."
"That's almost impossible. Don't be so hyperbolic." Cas replied.
"Hyperwhat?" Dean repeated.
"Good God, Dean. Hyperbolic. It's a derivative of hyperbole. It means to intensely exaggerate something." Cas explained.
"Oh. Hm." Dean mused watching as Cas stared intently at the brown powder. "Either way, you're the Martha Stewart here, not me."
"I am in no sense similar to Martha Stewart. I would never recommend eating that much butter per meal." Cas stated. "It's terribly unhealthy."
Dean laughed. "You are something else."
"Of course I am." Cas remarked. "How fluffy do you want the cake?"
"Nice and airy. Like my boyfriend. He's a real airhead." Dean chuckled.
"And also knows how to give you food poisoning, which he would not hesitate to do if you keep annoying him." Cas glared at Dean.
"Someone's cranky." Dean snorted.
"No I'm not." Cas argued, holding a glass of vinegar at eye level.
"Yes you are." Dean smiled as he watched Cas violently shake the glass upside down over the bowl.
"Damn vinegar..." Cas muttered to himself.
"Are you pouring vinegar or giving my glass a handjob?" Dean laughed.
"Shut up. I want to make sure I get every last drop." Cas said.
"Couldn't you just add a little water and pour that in with it?" Dean asked.
"Oh..." Cas murmured. "You're right."
"If you're what they put in AP, then I could get my doctorate." Dean smirked.
"If you really wanted to, you easily could." Cas said.
"Whatever you say, Cas." Dean sang as Cas put a small amount of water with the vinegar.
"You can do the eggs. Make sure not a single shell falls in. Do three." Cas ordered.
"Okay." Dean opened the fridge and pulled out some eggs. "Hey Cas watch me."
"What?" Cas turned, floury handed to face Dean.
Dean tossed the eggs in the air, Cas's face paling. Dean caught them in sync and was juggling them. After a moment, he caught them back in his hands and set two of them on the counter.
Cas clapped slowly. "I'm so impressed that you can juggle eggs and terrify me and the same time."
"It's so nice knowing that my boyfriend is so supportive and kind." Dean smiled.
"I'm supportive and kind when I need to be. Sorry." Cas snapped.
"Which is never. Which makes you an asshole." Dean stated.
Cas grabbed a handful of sugar cubes and propped Dean's mouth open before shoving them in there. "Don't be so sour."
Dean mumbled something incomprehensibly through the cubes. Cas ignored him as he measured out some baking soda.
After they'd mixed all the ingredients together to Cas's approval, Cas poured them in the pan and leveled it out. Cas squatted down and slid the pan in the oven.
"Nice ass." Dean commented.
"Thank you." Cas responded. "But that's nothing either of us didn't know."
"Cocky son of a bitch." Dean laughed, slapping Cas's butt.
After they'd finished the cake and had a few pieces of it, which Dean found surprisingly awesome, they headed over to the Novak mansion.
"Hey, Misty." Cas cooed, reaching down and picking the cat off the floor and cradling it in it's arms. He scratched it's head softly before placing it back down.
Dean raised an eyebrow at Cas and he picked a stuffed mouse off the floor. "I see you bought some cat toys."
"Only a few." Cas replied.
"Few?" Dean opened a cardboard box to reveal a large stack of cat toys and supplies.
"I meant to only buy a few, but they all looked so fun. You can't blame me. I'm sure that happens to everyone." Cas said.
"I don't think so." Dean laughed as they walked back into Cas's closet.
"I trust you know how to pick out a sensible outfit." Cas stated. "Don't strain yourself though."
"God, I love you." Dean smiled, leaning in and kissing Cas.
"I know, Dean. Now get dressed." Cas ordered.
"You are impossible." Dean retorted, opening the hidden area of Cas's closet and flipping on the light.
Dean emerged after he had gotten dressed and Cas's chin dropped slightly as he looked Dean over.
"Like what you see?" Dean asked.
"A little too much." Cas breathed as he took in the sight of Dean in a black, fitted waistcoat and tapered leg pants, tight in all the right places. "You're too sexy."
Dean smiled. "And that's a bad thing?"
"Terrible." Cas answered.
"I think your logic is flawed." Dean attacked Cas's neck and jawline with soft kisses.
After a few moments, Cas pushed him off. "Dean. Change into something less sexy."
"Fine." Dean sighed, going to change into a normal suit.
"That's better." Cas replied as Dean came back out in a regular black suit. The only thing off was the tie, which was a neon rainbow gradient.
Cas sighed as he interlocked his arm with Dean's and they walked out of the closet and down the stairs.
"Bela's all ready with the limo." Gabriel said, a young, pretty, blonde at his side in a far too revealing dress. No one was surprised at that though.
"I'm dropping Dean off at the back entrance, correct?" Bela asked as they got into the limo.
"Yep." Gabriel answered.
Bela nodded before pulling out of the driveway.
"Hey, look at that. A limo just pulled up outside." A girl pointed out to another.
"Yeah. I wonder whose it is." Another girl replied.
Gabriel stepped out of the limousine with his date and walked towards the entrance followed by his brother.
"Of course it's the Novaks. I should've known." The first girl sighed. "That cute one doesn't have a date. Maybe you should try to score with him."
"He's not my type." The other girl shrugged.
"So. He's rich. That should be your type." The first girl retorted.
"Whatever. Looks and money just don't cut it for me. From what I've heard, Castiel is kind of a bitch."
"Castiel is kind of a what?" Cas asked as he intruded on the girls' conversation.
"Uh...erm..." The second girl stammered.
"A bitch, Cas." Dean laughed, stepping up behind him. "See, I'm not the only one who thinks that."
"Fuck off, Dean." Cas smiled.
"Wait. Dean Winchester?" The original girl asked, batting her eyelashes and toying with her black hair. "You snuck in here? Wow..."
"I'm used to it." Dean smirked, Cas wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer.
"You must be sooo bad." The blonde breathed.
Cas rolled his eyes.
"You single?" The black haired girl asked.
"Yeah. I'm single." Dean answered, the girls' faces lighting up.
That didn't sit well with Cas. He turned and grabbed Dean's tie and crashed their lips together.
"Sike." Dean mumbled out of the side of his mouth as the girls looked at each other in confusion.
"Like I said, Dean. Fuck off." Cas glared at him, but Dean just laughed.
Dean grabbed Cas's arm and whipped him around so Cas's back was pressed against Dean' chest. Dean leaned in and rested his chin on Cas's shoulder. "I'd love to, but schools don't turn me on that much."
"This is why I didn't deny the fact that you were a sick, twisted, pervert earlier." Cas remarked.
"Asshole." Dean grinned, releasing his hold on Cas.
Cas froze and titled his head up.
"You alright there, Cas?" Dean chuckled.
"This song is perfect." Cas chided as 'We Can't Stop' came on.
"What in the hell could this song be perfect for?" Dean retorted.
"I took the liberty of learning a new way to dance after last time." Cas smiled.
"Really?" Dean laughed. "Well I gotta see this."
Cas turned around so his back was facing Dean, he crouched slightly, and then quickly started shaking his butt around.
"Oh my God, Cas!" Dean exclaimed as he grabbed Cas's hips. "Stop."
"What is it?" Cas asked.
"Never twerk Cas. Ever. Just don't. I don't care what a fine piece of ass you are, just don't. Just stop." Dean said. "Hell, wanna waltz?"
"What's so wrong with twerking?" Cas tilted his head.
"Everything. And guys really shouldn't twerk. Especially you. Especially you in a suit. Especially you in a suit at your high school." Dean laughed, before pulling out the flask Bobby gave him and taking a large swig.
"Okay..." Cas sighed.
"Oh don't be so down." Dean smiled, kissing Cas.
Cas brought his hands up behind Dean's neck. "Fine."
"You only bothered to look up that? Nothing else to entertain me with?" Dean grinned.
"I thought that would be fine. I know how much you like my ass." Cas stated.
"Your ass is for my eyes only." Dean growled.
"Logical argument." Cas smirked. "So tell me, Dean. How does one dance to a fast song other than a waltz that feels like it will make your feet explode?"
"Well, I don't really know. I've never danced with a guy before. Most of the time it's hot girls grinding against me and being all flirty." Dean shrugged.
"Well, I hate to disappoint you, Dean, but in my opinion, we're past the flirty grinding stage." Cas said.
"Well, who cares about your opinion?" Dean laughed, taking another sip from his flask.
"You. Well at least you're supposed to." Cas replied.
"Yeah, well, sorry." Dean mused.
"Are you feeling alright, Dean?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, fine." Dean brought his flask back up to his mouth.
"What's in that thing?" Cas snatched it out of Dean's hands and smelled it. "Something strong. What is it?"
"Tequila." Dean answered.
"God dammit, Dean." Cas sighed, shaking the flask. "You've already almost downed this whole thing. Great."
"I know. It's great. Let me have some more. So tasty." Dean smiled.
"You are a disgrace." Cas scowled.
"What about Grace?" Dean asked.
Cas sighed. "Just don't make a fool of yourself. If that's even possible being you and all." Cas snapped. "Don't go kissing anyone hot unless it's me either."
"You're the only hot person in my eyes." Dean smiled.
"Yeah. Well, whatever. I'm going to go get you something to drink that's not alcohol. Don't go anywhere." Cas said.
"Okay." Dean replied, Cas walking off.
"Here." Cas placed a plastic cup of red punch in Dean's hand. "You just had to bring alcohol, didn't you?"
"It tasted good." Dean shrugged, taking a sip of the punch.
"Of course it did." Cas sighed.
"Yeah. Of course it did. It's tequila. You should try some." Dean nodded.
"I'd rather not." Cas placed the flask in his back pocket.
"Loser." Dean retorted.
"I'm not a loser." Cas protested.
"Whatever." Dean smiled. "Let's dance."
"At least we won't look so out of place slow dancing now." Cas mused, gesturing to all the other couples dancing under the pale rose-colored lights, a soft orchestral tune playing in the background.
Cas scowled as he had to position Dean's hands on him correctly. Cas had to nudge Dean in the right direction to get him started, but apparently once Dean started he couldn't stop.
"Ow!" Cas yelped as Dean stepped on his foot.
"Sorry." Dean giggled.
Cas brushed it off and tried to keep swaying with the beat. "Watch your feet. That hurt."
Moments later, Dean misstepped again and Cas let go of Dean and jumped. Without Cas supporting him, Dean lost his balance and fell over.
"God dammit, Dean..." Cas muttered as he pulled Dean up to a stand. "You're a pain in the ass. Just be glad I won't be missing anything. On the bright side, you do make a good excuse to leave early..."
"All that fretting for nothing, huh?" Dean chuckled. "Come here and leave within twenty minutes?"
"I have you to thank for that. I hate school dances. So unsophisticated and full of people getting high and having sex in the janitor's closet." Cas snapped.
"That's graphic." Dean retorted, Cas pulling Dean's arm over his shoulder and wrapping his arm around his waist in support.
"I could get a lot more graphic. That poor janitor. There's a reason he quit working here. At least he found out why he kept finding mayonnaise in there even after he cleaned it up. I think once he found out that was semen and not mayonnaise he became terribly repulsed. Who wouldn't?" Cas rambled awkwardly.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"Just trying to keep you entertained before you run off and pole dance on that lamp post." Cas sighed.
"Ooh!" Dean piped up. "Can I?"
"Can you what?"
"Can I pole dance on that lamp post? I'm very skilled at it." Dean replied.
"I'm sure you are, Dean. You can pole dance when we're at home and in private. No need to put on a show." Cas smiled bitterly.
Dean clapped. "Awesome!"
"Very..." Cas mumbled as he leaned forward and said something to Bela.
"Where are we going?" Dean asked.
"Home." Cas answered.
"You know where I live?" Dean scoffed.
"Yes, Dean. I do. I go there all the time." Cas sighed.
"That's creepy." Dean mused.
"No, it's not. I'm allowed to go to your house." Cas stated.
"I should get a restraining order when I'm sober." Dean laughed.
"Please don't." Cas said. "That'd make this relationship a little difficult."
"Okay. Only because you're giving me a ride and I think you're kinda hot." Dean shrugged. "No restraining order this time."
"Good." Cas picked at his nails and sat out the short car ride.
"Thanks for giving me a ride home, man. That limo is sweet." Dean grinned. "I'm good from here."
"No, Dean. You're not." Cas grabbed Dean's wrist and pulled him off, giving a quick wave to Bela behind him.
"Wait how do you know my name?" Dean stopped in his tracks.
"I'm your fucking boyfriend! That's how!" Cas exclaimed.
"No need to yell." Dean rolled his eyes. "Wait what? You're fucking my boyfriend? Cas wouldn't do that."
"No. He wouldn't. And he isn't." Cas shook his head and continued pulling Dean along.
"You're bad at jokes." Dean retorted.
"You don't always think that." Cas muttered, locking the door behind them.
"Why are you locking the door?" Dean leaned against the wall.
"Becuase you always lock your door when you sleep." Cas responded, pushing off his coat and undoing his belt.
"How the hell do you know that?" Dean's eyes widened.
"Becuase I sleep with you frequently." Cas replied.
"In which sense?" Dean was frightened now.
"Both of them you idiot." Cas scowled.
"Are you telling me that you sneak into my room at night and roofie me?!" Dean cried.
"Of course not." Cas replied, stepping out of his pants.
"Why are you getting undressed?" Dean asked.
"Are you this stupid? We're going to bed. I'm going to have to deal with you being hungover tomorrow." Cas retorted.
"Oh. Okay." Dean shrugged, tossing some of his clothes to the side, Cas quickly picking them up and placing them in the clothes basket.
"Stalker and neat freak. What did I do to attract one of you?" Dean scoffed.
"News flash, Dean. I attracted you." Cas corrected.
"Oh. How does that work?" Dean mused to himself. "Why you? What the hell was I thinking?"
"Dean." Cas walked over to him and knelt on the ground before him. "I love you, but sometimes you should really learn to shut up." Cas leant in to kiss Dean, but was met with hands holding him back at shoulder length. "What is it, Dean?"
"Knowing where I live, sleeping with me in apparently both ways, and locking yourself in my room with me is one thing, but no kissing." Dean laughed awkwardly. "Sorry, dude. I think you're drop dead hot gorgeous sexy and all that stuff. Maybe that's just the alcohol talking-"
"It's not." Cas intervened. "I'm very attractive and we both think so."
"I'll take your word for it, but I have a boyfriend and we're in a damn happy relationship, so no kissing or hugging or groping or anything." Dean said.
"Well, I'm allowed to do it. I'm your boyfriend." Cas stated.
"No, you're not. Sorry. Cas is my boyfriend." Dean chuckled.
"But I'm your boyfriend." Cas repeated.
"Sorry sweetie, but if everyone I found attractive was my boyfriend, then I'd have two. You and Cas, but Cas is enough boyfriend to last me this lifetime and the next and the next and the next and the next and the next and the next. I'm good." Dean replied.
"Really?" Cas tilted his head.
"Would I lie to someone who may or may not be about to murder me?" Dean countered.
Cas face spread out in a smile. "Oh. No, I don't suppose you would."
"Please don't murder me though." Dean said quietly.
"I would never." Cas smiled.
"Good." Dean sighed in relief.
Cas pulled Dean's shirt over his head and threw it in the clothes basket. "Touchdown."
"Actually it's a slam dunk, but close enough." Dean laughed.
"I'm no good with sports." Cas sighed.
"It's okay. Don't get too down about it. No one could ever be sad around me." Dean consoled him with a pat on the back.
"Sometimes I truly believe that, Dean." Cas brought his hand up to cup Dean's face and slowly rubbed his cheek with his thumb.
"You're kind of intimate, dude." Dean retorted.
"No shit." Cas rolled his eyes, leaning his face up towards Dean's.
"Dude. No." Dean protested. "I said no romantic crap."
"I'm your boyfriend, Dean. I can be as romantic as I want with you." Cas said.
"You. Are. Not. My. Boyfriend." Dean frowned.
"Whatever you say, Dean..." Cas muttered disappointedly, pushing Dean down into a lying position in the bed and crawling in next to him. "Oh my God..."
"What?" Dean mumbled.
"You are completely shit-faced right now and you still look so so attractive." Cas smiled.
"We think alike." Dean smirked, his eyes barely open.
"Not at all." Cas shook his head, trying one more time to kiss Dean. Right before their lips touched, Cas was on the floor with an aching stomach.
Cas groaned as he sat up.
"Last chance, dude. I said no affection." Dean glared at him. "You're not my boyfriend and never will be."
"Dean. I am very tired of your shit right now. I am Cas. Cas is me. I am your boyfriend. This is me." Cas grabbed the photo of him off Dean's dresser and tossed it at Dean.
Dean looked at it and shrugged. "Hm...That is you."
"Yes, Dean. It is." Cas climbed off the floor and back into the bed.
"Hi, Cas. Nice to see you finally." Dean smiled.
"It's about time. Can I get that kiss now?" Cas asked.
"Yes." Dean answered, adjusting his position with a quiet moan.
"Like I said, it's about time." Cas grinned leaning in and finally letting their lips touch.
"You're hot." Dean mumbled, running his hand through Cas's hair.
"I know." Cas whispered.
"You're Cas." Dean giggled.
"You're drunk." Cas laughed.
"And tired." Dean laughed.
"Good." Cas snapped playfully, turning off the light. "Now I don't have to deal with your complaining until tomorrow."
"Fuck you." Dean mumbled.
"I love you too, Dena." Cas draped his arm around Dean's waist, an pressed in closer to him.
A/N: Holy motherfucking shit balls. I went WAAAAAY too long without updating this. I worked on it everyday, I swear. Just I'm not used to having to do things in the outside. The outside is scary. Long story short though, my parents and I got in a huge fight and I ended up spending like 4 days chilling with my best friend at his house, so I couldn't really write there.
Sidenote: If you ever feel like nuking a state, nuke Arizona. They just passed a law saying that business owners have the right to deny service to gays and lesbians. I had a huge rant about it in the comments section of CNN. There were more comments getting posted there than there were on Justin Bieber's Baby video when it first came out on YouTube. Within seconds there were like 20 new comments. I hate this country sometimes...why can't we all be Canadians and be loving to gay people and be nice and have lots of syrup?
But yeah, next chapter will be up hopefully within the next two days, depending on how long it is. In the mean time, I am currently up way later than I should be for good health. MOMENT OF TRUTH THOUGH. WHAT IN THE HEAVEN/WORLD/HELL WILL HAPPEN NEXT? *doctor who theme song plays ominously*