High School

Untitled Part 14

ago. "Well, I live here, what's your excuse?" Castiel facepalmed himself. He went to a party and didn't even knew whose party it was. How disrespectful. "Sorry, I didn't know. I got dragged here by my friends," he apologised and ducked his head. She waved him off and stretched her hand out for him to take. "Don't worry, I'm Jo." She smiled, warmly. Castiel took her hand. "Castiel," he said and returned the smile. "Yep, that's his name, but don't call him Cas." Dean said, standing in the doorframe. Jo rolled her eyes as if to say 'I didn't plan on anyway'. "Castiel offered me his help," she chirped and jumped off the couch, pulling Castiel with her. "So, I guess we'll clean up then." That's not what he'd meant when he'd ask if he could help. He sighed, but it was only the right thing to do. She shouldn't be left doing this on her own.It took them longer than expected. Some people had been so hammered, they hadn't made it to the toilet and just straight up puked on the floor. It was disgusting to say the least, but it was fun. Jo had turned up the volume of the stereo and sang along to the lyrics. She made Castiel sing as well and when he refused, she wrapped her arms around his neck and started dancing. Castiel didn't have much if a choice but dance with her. It felt good. They both laughed, while Dean was sweeping stuff together and threw into the bin, grumbling and muttering. Jo and Castiel continued helping after the song finished. Castiel was about to bring out the garbage, when Dean pressed against his back. "I'm drunk, Cas," he whined. "Can we go home? We could come back in the morning, but right now I just," He rolled his hips and breathed heavily against Castiel's skin. "wanna go home." Castiel sucked in a breath, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach at Dean's touch. He's all touchy feely because he's drunk, he reminded himself and took a deep breath. To his surprise he sounded more calmer than he actually felt - and he was thankful for that - when he said, "I guess we can do that. We've cleaned most of it. Jo seems to be tired as well. I'm going to ask her. You wait here," he said. "Drink some water." Castiel pointed at one of the cabinets and then at the sink. Dean groaned, but nodded. Jo seemed to be oblivious to what had happened in the kitchen. She still sang along the lyrics of a song Castiel didn't know and was wiping off the remains of a spilled drink. "It's so sticky," she complained as she noticed Castiel. "Uh huh, guess you won't be throwing a party any time soon again." She laughed and shook her head. "No, I won't. What's up, you look worried." She brushed a strand of hair behind her ears and wiped off the sweat from her forehead. Castiel shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Dean's really drunk and wants to go home," he blurted out, oppressing the urge to hide his face in his hands. She waved him off with a big smile. "Dude it's okay. I know how Dean is when he's drunk and wants to go home. You gonna be alright?"Castiel nodded. "Yes, yes, thank you. I will make Dean send you a text in the morning. And I promise that we'll help you clean up the rest of the mess." Castiel hooked his thumb over his shoulder and backed away. Jo rolled her eyes and motioned him to finally leave. He gave her a thumbs up and turned on his heels, almost running into the kitchen. Dean hung over the sink, letting water drip over his head. It shouldn't look so sexy, but the way his jeans stretched around his ass and thighs and how his T-shirt was exposing a bit of the small of his back, made Castiel feel a certain way. He took a deep breath and placed a hand on Dean's back. "You okay," he asked and Dean jumped, bumping his head into the water tap. "Oh, sorry." Dean rubbed the throbbing skin, checking if he