A/N aaaaand I am officially OFF Hiatus! I found this nine month old document in my files when I was finishing up a school project for school, and I just kind of decided to start writing again. Sorry for keeping you waiting so long, but I'm hoping to be getting some more updates out soon! I apologize if anything is inconsistent, it's been a while :P
"So what are we going to say when-if we get caught?" Dean wondered aloud, staring out onto the road as he drove towards Michael's house, where the orchestra would be celebrating their 'successful' concert.
"We won't say anything," Sam laughed from the backseat. Jo Harvelle, the brothers' friend from band, had called shotgun, forcing the tall boy into the back. Dean wasn't in the laughing mood, but he attempted to laugh anyway.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Dean questioned, anxiety about what could potentially happen building up and making him feel sick.
"Who are you and what did you do with Dean Winchester?" Jo laughed. "Where's your spirit?"
"We're fine Dean, loosen up- god, I never thought I'd be the one to say that to you- but seriously, have some fun tonight," Sam demanded, glaring at the back of his brother's head.
"Don't drag us down with your teenage angst," Jo added, lightly smacking Dean's shoulder as they slowed to a stop in front of the red light.
"We're almost there, so you have about two minutes to get over yourself," Sam informed him, rolling his eyes.
"I just feel like something bad's gonna happen tonight," Dean shrugged, unbuckling his seatbelt as the car rolled to a stop a few block away from their destination. He sighed, well aware Sam and Jo were unamused by his irregular attitude, before opening the car door. "Let's go before I change my mind."
"Nice concert tonight!" Michael was standing on his coffee table, Pepsi in hand, grin decorating his face, "now who's ready to party!" He jumped off the coffee table to switch on his stereo, ready to enjoy his Friday night.
Dean was bored. He had spent half the night standing on the wall, watching the dorkestra kids dance to shitty pop music. Jo and Sam had long since disappeared, giving some half-assed excuse about needing to steal all the snacks. He took a sip from his can of Mountain Dew and scanned the room, recognizing surprisingly few of the kids at the party. He figured most of them were just underclassmen or something. One face stuck out to him, however. The guy was gorgous.
Curious to the identity of this particular individual, he took out his phone and discreetly snapped a photo, sending it to Sam.
"Who is this kid?" he typed, attempting to sound somewhat casual.
"No clue." Sam replied a minute later.
Somewhat defeated, Dean shoved his phone in his back pocket, glancing back up at the guy. Damn, that guy was hot.
"Michael!" Gabriel was pissed, and somewhat humiliated. Who did that assface think he was, sneaking into their party? "We have a band kid," he whispered, his voice taking on the venomous tone he reserved only for the worst of the band kids.
"Fuck, is it that Dean kid?" Michael asked, frowning. Gabriel nodded.
"We can't throw him out without causing a scene, and that's probably what those damn band kids want. Let's just leave him alone for now, if he isn't causing trouble." Michael wasn't particularly fond of letting the teen be in his house, but he preferred it to the alternative.
"Dammit Michael, I'm not tolerating that bastard at our party," Gabriel argued.
"You will tolerate him, because we have to be the bigger musical organization," Michael insisted.
"He's disrespecting the orchestra and I won't stand for it!" Gabriel snapped, clenching his fists.
"You're gonna have to stand for it for now; grow up," Michael sighed, turning away from him to go back to the party.
"I'm gonna kick his ass," Gabriel mumbled as he watched Michael leave.
"Hey," Dean had been fighting with himself on whether or not he should approach the attractive boy for the past half hour, and when he had walked past, a greeting had just, slipped out. The boy stopped in front of him, confused.
"Are you talking to me?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's just uh-" Dean was at a loss for words, "you're just really cute and stuff."
"Hey Cas, Michael's looking for you!" someone called from the kitchen. The boy, Cas, smiled apologetically at Dean.
"Sorry, I should go, but it was nice talking to you," he smiled once more before disappearing into the crowd.
"Michael…. Fuck. He's an orchestra kid," Dean muttered to himself, no longer smiling.
"Hey, Michael, do you know who the guy standing on the living room wall was? Green eyes, kinda tall…" Castiel's voice trailed off when he saw Michael's face.
"Please tell me you don't mean Dean Winchester," Michael said, shaking his head.
"Is he?" Cas didn't want to say it; he didn't want to suggest or think it.
"He's a band kid," Michael confirmed.
"Fuck."
A/N #2 I'm back! I've been on the site, of course, mostly to talk to the one friend I have here, but I'm back to writing, and that's new so yay! Anyway, I've got some more stuff (mostly Harry Potter) planned, but I'll probably be updating this some more soon, and I'm excited to be off hiatus!