Truth or Dare ~ A Destiel High school AU

Chapter Eleven:

Dean's POV

I walk out of Chemistry, fuming. He kissed him!

It was a kiss just on the cheek though. You kissed his lips.

Shut up rational brain! It's still a kiss! What the hell. First Jo and now him too?? I think about ditching my next class but then I remember that Alastair wanted to talk to me about something and since learning about trigonometry is the only way he can create master plans. I sit down next to Al in the back, Crowley in front of me, and a bunch of their minions sat in the surrounding desks. The teacher was always late so everyone immediately started to freely talk amongst each other. Alastair turned to face me and Crowley spun around to look at the both of us. "So, how's the plan going?" Crowley asks.

"It's already started." Al replied. He gestured to the guy in front of him. "Azazel here has little Balthazar wrapped around his finger." I look at them questioningly.

"Who?"

"Balthazar, the guy that was with Castiel in Chemistry. He was Castiel's ex." I nod. Dammit! He already beat me to Cas. Alastair continues.

"So Azazel convinced Balthazar to take Castiel to my party. And that's how he'll be going to his own personal hell. You see the thing is, Castiel has this thing where he doesn't break in public." 

"We're going to crumble that wall of his." Crowley added on. "Fagstiel thinks the wall is going to protect him. But what happens when he is hammered as hell? I doubt he'll have any kind of verbal filter."

" And then everyone will see how much of a screw up he is." Alastair says. They both look at me, expecting me to say something.

"Good. Everyone will be able to see that he isn't that calm and collected." I say, practically saying the same thing Al said. They didn't notice- thank god.

-Alastair's House-

Castiel's POV

God what the hell. Why am I even going to this party. It's a god damn den of iniquity. Not to mention the fact that Alastair is one of the people that bully me the most. But then I remember the obvious reason. "Balthazar is going to be there." I say quietly, like I was trying to convince myself of something. I stepped into Alastair's house, where the music vibrated through the walls.

I tug nervously on my jacket, looking around for Balthazar. When I don't find him, I quickly plan to escape with a reasonably reasonable excuse. Turning around, I bump into someone. "You came!" exclaimed Balthazar. Oh okay. This is happening.

"Where else would I be?" I answer with a smile. Probably trying to sneak into the Winchester's house cuz it's obvious I wouldn't be able to stay there anymore. We walk to the kitchen where the booze hopefully was. I always wondered where his parents were when he had held these kind of things. Probably handing packs of cigarettes or something like that. I think to myself. His house was pretty big, to be honest. But definitely not as big as mine. That put a sad smile on my face as I look around the kitchen. Used to be mine. There was a lot of people here. Just in the kitchen alone. Sweaty hot bodies jumped around to the beat of the music, and every few seconds there would be someone who bumped- more like crashed into me. I kept losing track of where Balthazar was but he quickly found me and grabbed on to my hand as we weaved our way to a table where all kinds of alcohol was put out for display. It was practically a liquor store. And I intend to drink said liquor store. There was punch, but it was obviously spiked with everything that people could get drunk on.

"What do you want to drink?" Balthazar asked as he got us two plastic cups.

"The punch." I say, ignoring the snickering Alastair and his followers were giving to us. I see Dean and for half a second, we make eye contact, which is already too much for me. I feel a twist in my stomach and anger bubbles up from me. There he is, hanging out with those assholes and there girlfriends practically hanging onto their every word. I can't believe how thoughtless I was to trust him. I feel make face get red from anger and I mutter a quick, "I need some air," to Balthazar before heading out the door, right pass his group.

The cold air was refreshing, but I wanted something else. I wanted to forget him. At least for a little while. It wasn't the first time I've gotten drunk off my ass just to forget something, or someone, it's just the hangover that becomes a real bitch later on. I sigh and walk back inside. Before I get back to Balthazar, I notice he is talking to someone, Azazel Lehne, one of Alastair's new followers. The rest of Alastair's gang was by our drinks.It looked like they were spiking it. I squint at their backs. That's the best they can do? Get me so wasted I'll humiliate myself? Too predictable. "Well, I did want to get drunk tonight, so it looks like we'll both be getting what we want this evening." I say to myself, walking over to the table. Alastair's posse scurry off and Azazel ends his conversation with Balthazar, probably wanting my only known friend to see how much of a hot mess I am. Great. We meet up and toast before drinking. Balthazar takes a quick sip before bringing his drink down, figuring out that it was spiked.

"Umm Cassie, there's alcohol in this.." He trails off when I don't put my cup down as well. Instead, I down the entire thing before bringing it on the table. My face feels hot, like last time, except for the fact that I'm not mad. I've a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but at least I've got somewhat of a buzz going. I grab a bottle of scotch and pour it into my cup, facing Alastair's group, every single one of them thoroughly confused about the fact that I wasn't making a fool out of myself already, or throwing up. I chug my scotch, the liquid burning my throat. This was going to be an interesting night.

Dean's POV

I stuck with Alastair, staring at Cas. He was with Balthazar again. I clench my jaw, ignoring the stabbing pain. Cas was drinking the punch we had spiked. Actually, he swallowed the whole damn thing. Why the hell isn't he acting, I don't know, less sober? In fact, he goes for more, except he doesn't go for the punch. Scotch I think? He downs a cup of that too. The he takes shots. Tequila.

By now, he is really really hammered. Cas's knees look like they are going to buckle, and since the rest of the guys left in the beginning, thinking the prank or whatever was bust, I rush up and catch him before he falls. I don't even know why I did it. Balthazar is running to Castiel, a worried look on his face. I notice he has a wet towel in his hands. He presses it on Cas's forehead, who is still passed out in my arms. "Why don't you get your car to the front of the house?" I tell Balthazar. He nods and heads off.

Cas is still unconscious while I hold him. I pick him up bridal style and walk to a place with less people around. I sit at the bottom of the stairs, Cas on my lap. I let myself admire him for awhile. Cheeks flushed, his raven hair more tousled than normal, eyes this brilliant blue, his lips plump and god damn so kissable. Wait. I flick my eyes from his lips and back to his eyes. Yep. Their open. And it hits me that I was staring at his lips. And he saw me.

But before anything got even more awkward, Balthazar finds us. Cas scrambles off me and practically throws himself onto Balthazar. "Cas.." My voice fades out, not knowing what to say next. Cas pulls away, just to look at me. He looks straight at me, with a grin, but it's twisted and feels like he himself is stabbing me in the stomach. The next thing he does stops me from breathing. Cas launches back into Balthazar's embrace, kissing him wildly, tongue and everything. He presses them against a wall and begins kissing down his neck. I spin away quickly, feeling betrayed for some reason. Like he shouldn't be doing that with Balthazar. Walking away, I find Lisa, who was, conveniently alone at the moment. She spots me and smiles brightly. I pull her up from the couch she was sitting on and wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her deeply. We head upstairs to the room that I use whenever I sleepover at his house. I kiss her desperately, discarding my clothes and what little she had on in the first place. This is who I am. This is what I like. This is what I need. This is what I need, to forget. To forget Castiel Novak.