Murder Mayhem

Chapter 8

"I don't think I should go," Cas sighs, flopping down on the bed next to Dean.

"You can't back out now," Dean shakes his head.

"I didn't even like most of the people from my class." Cas groans, laying his head on Dean's lap. Dean runs his fingers through Cas' hair.

"You're gonna go to show all those bastards how much better your life is." Dean leans his head down, placing a kiss on Cas' forehead.

"I don't even know what to wear." Cas sighs, tugging at the band t-shirt he's wearing. It's not even his, he borrowed it from Dean and never gave it back.

"Wear what you usually wear, it's formal enough." Dean suggests. With a sigh, Cas stands and drags himself to his closet.

"Aren't you going to dress up?" Cas calls.

"What are you talking about, this is my nice flannel and my best pair of jeans." Dean responds.

Cas emerged from the closet with a huge sigh. He's dressed in his usual black slacks and white button-up, minus the tie.

"You look sexy, now let's get a move on. You have a reunion to go to." Dean grins. The only reason he is excited to go is Meg. He can already see her blood soaking the blade of his knife.

Dean ushers Cas out to his car and peels out of the drive. He hums softly as he drives. Cas looks nervous as he fidgets in his seat. Dean pulls up to Cas' old high school.

"I've changed my mind, I don't want to go anymore." Cas murmurs.

"Too late, we're already here." Dean slides out if the car and quickly walks to Cas' side. He politely opens the door for Cas, who reluctantly gets out of the car.

They make their way inside and come across a table filled with a butt load of name tags which have their senior pictures on them.

"Can I have your name please?" The cheerful woman asks brightly.

"Um, Castiel Novak." Cas grumbles. After a very quick scan, the woman plucks up a nametag.

"You haven't changed a bit!" She exclaims, handing it over. Cas quickly scampers away, Dean in tow. They head toward the gym, where the event is being held.

"Holy shit babe, you look so cute." Dean chuckles at the picture of Cas. "And look, you still have that frumpy look." Dean pokes at Cas' cheek.

"Okay, knock it off." Cas says, a slight smile forming on his lips. Maybe this night won't be too bad.

"Castiel Novak!" A British voice calls. Cas smiles and turns to the source. There stands a man. He has on a gray, low v-neck t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a black jacket.

"Balthazar!" Cas rushes to the other guy.

"How's the biggest loser in the world doing?" Balthazar grins, speaking in a joking tone.

"I'm fantastic," Cas sighs.

"I didn't see you at the last reunion." Balthazar comments.

"Ah, well, I am not much for school events, you should know that more than anyone." Cas nudges Balthazar.

"What made you change your mind this time?" Balthazar inquires.

"I just decided to come." Cas shrugs. Dean clears his throat lightly. "Oh, right, this is my boyfriend, Dean." Cas introduces. "Dean, this was my best friend back in high school."

"He's slightly incorrect, we are still best friends, despite the fact he's been ignoring me the past few years." Balthazar takes Dean's hand and gives a hearty shake.

"Great to meet you." Dean nods. This boisterous and outgoing man seems to be the complete opposite of calm and collected Castiel.

"It's good to know he's finally found someone he's willing to settle with. He hadn't really dated any one since I knew him, except for..." He trails off.

"It's okay, Meg is part of the past." Cas waves him off.

"Speak of the devil." Balthazar murmurs, glancing behind Cas and Dean. They turn around and see Meg walking in through the gym doors. She has long, curly brunette hair and a round face.

"She's changed a lot since high school," Balthazar comments. "I didn't see her at the last one either."

Dean glares at her. His blade is out in the car, and he's itching to go get it and slice into her

"Let's go this way," Cas leads him toward the corner that's farthest from the entrance. Sitting at a table. They stay there for most of the night, not wanting to partake in any of the activities. Balthazar wanders around, occasionally coming back there way.

"Oh my goodness, Castiel Novak!" A woman's voice calls out. Cas and Dean both look up from their conversation to see Meg standing there.

"Meg," Cas' face hardens.

"You look really good," Meg, not discreetly, checks Cas out.

"I thought so too, that's why I'm dating him." Dean growls possessively.

"Oh, that's lovely." Meg says sarcastically.

"Well, would you look at that, it's the holder of the biggest bitch award."" Balthazar saunters up.

"Balthazar," Meg sneers. "How 'bout you go mind your own business somewhere. Drink some booze or something."

"Well, Cas here is my business, you mess with him you mess with me." Balthazar plops down next to Cas.

"Whatever," Meg rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, I think it should be you who should get going." Dean glares at her.

"Save me a dance, Castiel." Meg winks and walks away.

"What a bitch." Balthazar growls. "What you ever saw in her is a mystery to me."

"I don't even know myself." Cas shakes his head.

"It's okay, Cas, you don't need to worry about her." Dean grabs Cas' hand. "If you want, we can leave now." Dean hopes Cas will say no.

"I think that would probably be best." Cas nods.

"Okay," Dean forces a smile and stands, pulling Cas up.

"You two are party poopers. I'm gonna go see if I can hook up with a single mom or a divorcee." Balthazar snaps a double finger gun and slips away.

"Come on," Dean leads Cas out.

"Leaving already?" Meg asks.

"Yeah, we have better things to do than hang around with a bunch of losers." Dean responds before Cas can.

"Well come and see me some time, I'm staying at the Best Western for the next few days." Meg suggests.

"Not likely." Cas growls.

"Come on, babe." Dean drags Cas out. He knows where she's staying, it's like she's asking to be killed. Dean is anxious to feel the blood flow. In the car Dean can't help but picture blood, wanting to get his fix,like killing is his drug.

He doesn't realize that his pants are getting tighter.

"Dean, is everything-" Cas is about to ask, but Dean interrupts him by smashing their mouths together. He aggressively groped Cas' crotch.

"Dean, what's are you doing?" Cas pulls away breathlessly.

"I want you, right now." Dean growls.

"We are in the school parking lot." Cas frowns.

"Fine, let's get home." Dean starts up the car and peels away.