The Bet's over-- Destiel highschool

His words

"Then I'll give you whatever you need."

The words remained as a shock to Dean as he went back into the house. How could someone be so motivated and kind in a situation like this? At this point all he could do was admire Castiel.

"Dean!" Amara reached up and slipped her tongue down his throat, instead of gagging like Dean wanted to do, he started to push her away slowly.

In despite of breaking up with a girl after you've been in a fake relationship with a guy seeming suspicious, Dean realized it was one of the things he could start controlling.

He felt so helpless, you tend to feel that way when people tell you what your priorities and personality has to be.

"Dean?" Amara asked suspiciously while her hands clung to Deans neck.

He wanted to laugh out loud for a moment at her mind numbingly dumb reactions. Was Dean the only word she knew?

"I could do better than you Amara." He stated harshly, he could almost feel guilty but this was not a representation of his character. This was the representation of a shitty moment in his life, as her high heels matched the blood splatters on the sidewalk.

"We're breaking up." Deans voice came out rough again, watching Amaras expression quickly flicker to anger.

"Did he seriously turn you into a fag?!" She yelled, attracting attention once again.

Dean put on his cocky jock face and laughed. "I was never into you, sweetheart."

The teenage boys cheered him on, because it's one thing to be a feminine man but it's another to actually be a women. They were treated like dirt and as much as Dean hated being a bully... No he is not taking pity on her.

"She just came on to me I swear!" Dean jokes to the crowd, trying to act like he didn't feel traumatized by the stickiness of his own hands. They enjoy it, once again; zeroing in on someone who has a weakness.

"Wouldn't leave me alone for days!"

The girls laugh too, because even they will treat women like shit at any chance. It's an elimination game...

Dean knew this was getting him points, Tate was happy with him. Yet, he decided to stop. Wouldn't Cas be disappointed in me?

So he let her scamper off, as she grabbed the arm of a random chick who wasn't laughing. "Ugh!"

The party resumes, guys pat his back and girls whisper about how he's free meat now.

What he pulled off, with Cas and Amara, was definitely a safe place for him to end the school year safely. Was it worth it?

The voice in Deans head won't stop asking the question. He could hardly hear Joey's question about beer or the others praise. He just smiles, nods and makes offensive comments.

Eventually the question screams loud enough for Dean to excuse himself to the bathroom. His voice sounds muffled and separate to his body, basically empty.

But obviously it's convincing enough to them because they let him go with shouts of laughter and mirth.

Dean washes off the unpleasant stickiness from his hand. It drains a creamy brown mixing with red lines. The uncomfortable aching in his hands weakens but he still feel like his skin in in the wrong place.