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Freshman Year

"Dude, Lisa's expecting to go to the dance with me, but I really want to break up with her. What do I do?" Dean looked at his phone. It was four forty-five. This call had to be quick because Lisa would be over at five for "studying".

"Do it tonight. Then she has a month before the dance to find someone else to go with." 

"Should I tell her at the door or after we're done?"

"Well, what do you plan on doing tonight?"

"She'll probably want to make out."

"Then do it after like, ten minutes of studying- actual studying, then it doesn't look as bad. Just make sure you do it before she tries to kiss you."

"Great, so all I have to do is say 'I don't love you, and I don't see this relationship going anywhere' and show her that I don't have her tattoo, right?"

"Wrong! First you should probably ask if she has yours. Then, if she doesn't, say something like 'Listen, I know it's bad timing, being a month before the dance and all, but I really need to focus on my school work. I really want to get into a good college, and that means I have to get my grades up', or something like that."

"And if she does have my tattoo?"

"Then I don't know what to tell you other than you're fucked."

"Wow, thanks, Cas. Really appreciate all the support I'm getting from you." He chuckled. Just then the door bell rang. "Shit, I gotta go. I'll talk to you after she leaves."

"Text me if you want me to get you out of a sticky situation."

"Thanks, dude. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Crash and burn, Dean, crash and burn."

Dean ran downstairs. Lisa pecked him on the cheek. He smiled. They sat down at the kitchen table and took out their math. Dean waited ten minutes, like Cas said, then brought it up.

"Hey, Lis?"

"Yeah?"

"Do... do you have my tattoo?" He asked slowly.

"Y-yeah. Why?" She looked nervous.

"No reason. I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Dean ran upstairs and called Cas.

"Dude, she has my tattoo. I need your help." He whispered.

"I'll be right over."

"Wait, what are you- Cas? Are you still there? Cas? Cas!" And Cas hung up on him. Dean ran back downstairs.

"Hey, um... okay. Here's the deal. I know it's bad timing, being a month before the dance and all, but I really need to focus on my school work. I really want to get into a good college, and that means I have to get my grades up, and I can't focus as much as I want to on you when I'm doing that."

"What?" 

"It's just-" Just then there was a single knock on the door, then Cas burst in.

"Dean. Dean, I need your help." He was in tears. 

"Hey, Cas, what's wrong?" Dean ran over to him and wrapped him in a hug.

"I should go. I won't say anything, Cas, I promise. I'm sorry we didn't work out, Dean." And with that, Lisa walked out the door.

As soon as the door was shut, Cas' tears turned to laughter. "Did you see that? That happened like I thought, right?" Cas went into one of his laughing fits.

"That was your way of fixing things? Faking a meltdown?" Dean grinned. Cas collopsed in Dean's arms grinning. At that moment, Dean realized he had feelings for Cas. His head was in Dean's lap, and he was grinning. He looks so cute right here Dean thought. Dean wanted things to stay like that. But they didn't.