Make the Most of It (Destiel AU)

Dance Lessons

As soon as classes were over, Dean grabbed his bag and rushed to Cass's locker.
"Cass? We're still on for the dance, right?" He curses himself for being so impatient.
"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world." Cass says, beaming. He loves seeing Dean excited, it takes the weight that Dean seems to carry constantly off his chest.
"What color tie are you wearing? I want to make sure our colors don't clash." Dean continues, forever planning ahead.
"Um, I don't know. Maybe blue? This is the first school dance I've ever attended. I'm afraid I don't even know how to dance." Cass blushes, slightly ashamed at his ineptitude.
"Well, we can fix that. Come over to my house and I'll teach you how."
"When?"
"Right now. No time better than the present. Oh, but stay out of my dad's way. He can be kind of.... Touchy about making friends and forming attachments."
"I know how you feel. It's like my mom doesn't want me to socialize at all. I'll call her right now and say I'm working on a school project with a friend."
"Technically, you're not lying. And don't worry if you see guns around the house. My dad's a..... Hunter." Dean chuckles quietly to himself at the double meaning.
"Ooookay then."
Cass calls his mother, Dean calls his dad, and after a long lecture from both parents, arrangements are made and Dean drives Cass, Gabe, and Sam home in his Impala. (Apparently Sam and Gabe have an actual school project they're supposed to be working on.) They arrive at the house, Sam and Gabe scamper off somewhere to work not their project, and Cass and Dean proceed to enter Dean's room. Dean's father is nowhere to be found, and Cass can't but notice there are guns everywhere and Cass tries his best to ignore them, but he also noticed other weapons, like machetes and axes. What kind of hunter needs a machete? But Cass trusts Dean, so he doesn't pry. If Dean's father is a hunter, that's good enough for him. They pass through the kitchen, and Dean grabs an apple.
"You want some food? I'm making sandwiches." He asks Cass.
"Um, sure. An apple and a sandwich would be amazing." Dean went to go get another Apple, and Cass took in even more of Dean's home. It was all unpacked, but they didn't have much stuff. He saw an open book laying on a table, and, ever the nerd, he walked over to read it. It appeared centuries old, with ancient drawings and Latin words. However, a small part was in English and from what Cass could make out it was talking about the offspring of something called a "trickster" and a "siren." Cassias the sure if it was referring to the siren of Greek mythology, who could lure sailors to their death with their beautiful voices, but he would definitely do some researching when he got home. Cass was about to turn the page when Dean came bursting out of the kitchen.
"I made you ham and cheese. I hope you don't mind." Dean said, holding the plate out to Castiel, along with the apple.
"I love ham and cheese. Reminds me of my childhood. Do you want to go into your room, or...?"
"Yeah! Yeah, sure. Let's go." Dean says. They proceed to his room, and when Cass sees the light green room that's surprisingly messy for a person who just moved in, it makes him love Dean a little bit more.
Dean hopes Cass can't see the blush spreading across his chreeks because his room is so messy. They've actually been here for a couple of weeks, just never bothered to register for school until now. If Dean knew Cass was coming over, he would've organized this morning, now Cass just has to stand and awkwardly watch Dean pick up his boxers, jeans and shirts.
He munches on his food while Dean frantically shoves random crap into his dresser, amused and kind of excited he's finally in his crushe
"Sorry," Dean says while trying to pick up clothes off the floor, "there's a chair you can sit on somewhere in this mess."
"Are you sure I can't help you clean up? I'm good at organizing." Cass offers.
"No, it's all right. Actually, I'm..... Done." Dean says as he sweeps the last pile of clothes into the hamper. Cass isn't gonna say, but he thinks Dean's red boxers would look great on him.
"Now, let's start dancing!" Dean grabs Cass and twirls him around. They end up cheek-to-cheek and Dean can't help but plant a little kiss on Cass's mouth. Cass smiles at the touch of Dean's lips, and Dean grins back.
They part, and Dean introduces Cass to the waltz, a classic dance which they couldn't stop laughing at after Dean put his hand on Cass's waist and Cass said it tickled. They did the tango, the shopping cart, the funky chicken and one move Cass isn't sure is legal. (And for all you nasties out there, no it wasn't from the Kama Sutra)
At the end of 2 hours, Cass is panting with exhaustion and so is Dean, so they collapse on the bed together. "I want to.... Make out..... But I'm too tired.... Right now." Cass says, chest heaving.
"Me too.... I'll take a rain check..... And we can finish..... Later tonight."
"This time at my house..... My Mom has a meeting." Cass's breath is slowly combing back to him.
"Deal. Hey, why do you wear that ring with the writing on it?" Dean asks Cass.
Cass looks down at his hand, and the shiny silver ring with scribbles that might have been words.
"My mother gave it to me when I was little. She said it meant there were angels watching over me. Actually, I want to give it to you. With all the guns in your house, you need it more than I do." Plus, Castiel really wanted to put a ring on Dean's finger, but he wasn't going to admit that.
"No-I couldn't, really-" Dean's protests are cut off by Cass.
"This time, I insist. Take the ring."
Dean accepts defeat with a nod, and Cass slides the thin metal band over Dean's ring finger.
"Thank you. It's beautiful." Dean says quietly. Cass admires the way his ring looks on Dean's work roughened hands and Dean loves how perfectly Cass's ring fits his finger.
Their eyes meet, and Dean considers kissing Cass, but he knows that if he starts, he won't be able to stop, and he really does want to go to the dance with Cass.
"So, what should we do next?" Dean says, breaking the silence.
"Why don't we go check on our brothers?" Cass suggests, and Dean agrees.
They stand up, and walk over to Sam's room to see how their project is going.
"Sam? Gabe? Are you finished working?" Dean calls.
They hear two loud thumps and a crash. The door slowly opens and two red faces peek out.
"What do you want? We were busy." Gabe says, somewhat rudely.
"Gabe!" Sam hits him lightly on the arm.
"Busy doing what? The triathlon? You look even more exhausted than us and we've been.... Um, working out for the past 2 hours."
"And why won't you open the door all the way? What are you guys doing in there? It's almost 5 o'clock."
"The dance starts at 8. We still have time." Came the muffled reply.
"Okay, we'll leave you two alone." Dean and Cass still had an hour to kill, so they went into the dining room. Dean cleared all the miscellaneous crap off the table, and they sat down to do their actual English project. Since Cass was smart as hell, they finished fairly quickly.
He wrote about how Shakespeare's flaws, how Romeo and Juliet was too unrealistic, Hamlet was too depressing and A Midsummer Night's Dream wasn't well written at all. Occasionally Dean chipped in with a sarcastic comment suggestion, and eventually Cass had an playing presentation. Cass was putting the finishing touches on it when he felt a warm, muscled body envelop him in a hug from behind. A chin rested on Cass head, and two hands reached around his shoulders to cover his eyes.
"Guess who?" A familiar voice whispered into his ear.
"Dean, I know it's you," Cass said, "you're the only one who likes me enough to do that." Despite the obviousness of the action, Cass smiled. He thought it was sweet.
"Well, that was a hard one to figure out," Dean said, spinning Cass's chair around so he could see him, "guess what else? I brought candy!!!!" Dean half yelled, his pitch rising hysterically. He pulled out a big basket full of candy. Skittles, Smarties, Airheads, jellybeans and more, making Cass's mouth water with hunger.
"Dean... Give me the candy."
"No. You have to say please." Dean said, holding the basket just out of Cass's reach.
"Please." Cass said, almost begging.
"You have to kiss me for it." Dean said, grinning.
"Our brothers are in the room right next to us." Cass hisses.
"So what? They'll find out eventually. Come on." Dean dangles the basket in front of Cass's face tantalizingly.
"I'll fight you for it." Cass says, an idea springing to mind. He tries to snatch the candy, but Dean pulls it out of his reach just in time.
"Oh no. You don't get it yet." He says boastfully. "You have to go through me first."
"Fine." Cass says, and he jumps on top of Dean and drags him over to the couch.
"Gotcha." Cass says triumphantly, and he tackles Dean and pins him down. He has a feeling Dean is letting him win, but he doesn't care. He sits on top of Dean's chest and grabs the candy basket, digging in, eating his fill of the sugary treats. When he feels about ready to explode (still perched on Dean's chest) Cass burps and sighs contentedly. "Aaah. That candy was great. And since I am a man of my word, I will kiss you."
Cass puts his palms flat on Dean's chest, traces the muscled abs under his shirt. Then, he slowly leans forward to press his lips together with Dean's.
Suddenly, the front door flew open and a deep voice bellowed, "BOYS! I'M HOME."
John Winchester was back.
Hurriedly, Cass stepped off of Dean, pushed the mostly empty candy basket behind the table and dusted off both his and Dean's shirts.
Dean got up from the couch which was barely out of his father's view. "Hi, dad! We were just... Playing touch football." Dean said, making up an excuse. He laughed nervously. "Haha. Tag," he poked Cass in the shoulder, "you're it."
John's reply was short and gruff. "Well, if you're doing sports, keep it outside the house. I could really use your help, Dean."
Castiel could sense this was a sensitive topic between father and son, so he changed the subject.
"Let's go find Gabe and Sam. It's about time for me to go home, anyway." Cass said.
"Yeah, let's do that." Dean said, using any excuse he could to get out of talking to his father. "Can I take the impala to drop them off?" Dean asked his dad.
"I can't stop you." John replied.
They walked down the hall to Sam's room and knocked lightly on Sam's door.
"Come on, time to go." Dean yelled.
"Uh... Um..... Give us a sec!" Gabe yelled back. Their faces appeared at the door, shirts rumpled and hair mussed. Dean wanted to know what they had been doing, but he wasn't going to ask them.
Soon enough, they were all in the Impala and Dean was driving back to Cass's house.
"That was fun. We should do this every week." Cass suggested.
"Yeah, we should." Dean smiled but the smile disappeared from his face and was replaced by sadness.
"What's so depressing?" Cass says, curious.
"Nothing." Dean says, and he puts on a fake smile. In reality he was thinking about the monster but he couldn't scare Cass away before they'd even had their first dance.
Dean sighs. Why does life have to so complicated?