Disclaimer 1: I do not own Supernatural and am not making money by writing this story
Disclaimer 2: The title is from the song, Chasing Cars and I am not making money by using it as the title of my fanfic.
Chapter twenty-two
Party (September 19th, 2014)
The music blasting from the house could be heard a few blocks away. That didn't seem to matter to Victor Henricksen, who was the party host. He was walking around his house, laughing as he greeted the guests.
"Hey, man, glad you could make it." Victor said as he made his way through the tight crowd that had gathered.
"Hey, what happened to that so called 'small party' as Ash called it?" Dean said, smirking. "Told my old man that I was going to a small gathering. He'd flip if he saw this."
Victor put his arm around Dean's shoulder as he led him away. "Well, we just won't have to tell him."
Dean laughed. Dean had known Victor for almost two years now. Victor was the team's captain and at times, he could appear off-putting, tough, and snarky but most of his teammates knew that he just wanted them to succeed; it was nothing personal. Plus, he really did throw the best parties in town.
"Hey, I see you got out of family night." Asher said as Victor and Dean walked up to him.
"More like lied to get out, am I right, Dean-O?" Alfie said winking.
Dean blushed slightly. He hated being the only one of his friends who had such an over-protective parent.
He shrugged and said, "Half-truthed it."
Alfie laughed. "Whatever works." He looked up and seemed to notice something because the next minute, he jumped off the bench and said, "Gotta go, there's Mel."
"Whipped." Theo whispered under his breath and the other boys cackled. Dean couldn't help but smile too.
Apparently, Alfie had heard them. Sparing them a murderous glare, he said, "Oh shut up" and then ran off to greet his girlfriend.
For the next hour, Dean chatted with his friends about school and about their recent meet, especially about how coach had been really crazy the day before, making them swim the extra laps. Everything was fine until Dean looked up and saw something that made his jaw drop.
"What's the matter?" Asher said, aware of his friend's attention being torn away from their conversation.
Dean nodded in the direction he was looking in. Asher's jaw dropped as well.
"Guys, if you're trying to look even more idiotic, it won't work, trust me." Victor says teasingly. He followed their line of sight and said, "Oh, that's the Milton kid, the one who went away with his sister a few years back, right?"
And Dean really shouldn't be surprised that Victor knows this even though Victor didn't even go to the same school as them. But then again, they live in a small town that gossip would eventually reach him.
"Right." He says quietly looking down into his cup. He's starting to think that maybe coming here wasn't a good idea. Maybe he should've stayed home. He could've hung out with his friends another time.
"Well, look at him, first week back and already getting some action." Victor said laughing, "Maybe you should go ask him for advice, Theo." Theo said something back at Victor but Dean couldn't really hear at that moment, not that he really wanted to.
All he could do is keep looking at Castiel pushing Meg against the wall and them making out and touching everywhere- and really Dean should look away but he simply can't.
After a few minutes, Asher puts his hand on Dean's arm. "Hey, you alright?"
Dean shook his hand off of his arm and said, "I'm fine." Asher nodded and then went back in to join the conversation.
The rest of the night went by quickly. Dean chatted with his friends. He kept drinking. By the time he was on his fifth drink, he felt up for anything so he danced with a few girls, even some guys.
When the party ended, Dean and his friends helped Victor clean his house up and decided to all crash there.
After he changed into his pajamas and brushed his teeth, he was lying on the spare mattress; unable to fall asleep. As he thought over the evening and what he had seen, his thoughts ranged from 'Why did he have to go and kiss her? And of any girl he, choose fucking Meg?' to 'Well, why would I care, it's not like we were ever together.' to 'Well we were boyfriends when we were 12…but that shit.. that was just for fun. It didn't mean anything.'
Dean rolled over and punched the pillow. He sighed before willing himself to go to sleep.
A/N: Please review,
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I have started classes and the workload is astronomical. Therefore, I might not be able to update as often as I would like. I apologize for the long wait.