College Destiel AU

3. What Could Go Wrong

Cas' P.O.V.
"Charlie! Code Red! I don't have a date!" I screamed in Charlie's ear, dragging her away from the partying.
She looked slightly disgruntled, but snapped out of it when I clapped in her face.
"Earth to Charlie! What am I gonna do??"
She looked around, her gaze landing on a random guy.
"OK, my gaydar is going crazy on that guy, see if he's here alone." I nodded, making a beeline for the dude. Looking past him, I made out a familiar figure pushing through the crowd, right towards me. Crap.
I ran for the guy, grabbing his shirt and smashing my lips onto his. Not even a few seconds passed before the guy was wrenched away from me.
"Get the fuck off him!" The douchedick secured his grip on the random guys shoulders and shoved him towards the door. He stumbled, fearfully looking back every couple steps. I snapped back to douchedick, who rushed into my personal space, frantically checking me.
"Are you OK? Did he hurt you?" I pushed his hands away from me, a little confused now. "What the hell?"
He tilted his head adorably, obviously unsure of what I was talking about. "What do you mean?"
I gestured wildly around. "All of...that."
He dropped his gaze, looking like a kicked puppy. "I-I thought you were in trouble, and that guy was forcing himself on you or something."
Suddenly he didn't seem so douchey. Still, I crossed my arms. "Why would you care? It's not like you're the hero of the week."
He finally looked up, fastening his gorgeous eyes on me. "Look, I might've been a total dick the last couple of days, but it's only because I thought you were really hot and interesting-looking. I guess I just wanted to be able to call you mine?" He winced, waiting for my scathing response, but it never came. I studied him, taking in his vulnerable confession and open stare. I made a decision right there.
I stuck out my hand. "I'm Castiel Novak."
He started, surprised, before clumsily taking my hand in his. His hands were rough, and pleasantly warm. "Dean. Dean Winchester."
I was the one who smirked this time, noticing we were still holding hands. He blushed and quickly withdrew. NOW he was respecting my space. You know what? I could possibly give him a second chance. Why not?
"OK, here's the deal, Dean," I stressed the name Dean, raising my eyebrows at him, "I'm gonna give you my number, and when you call me, be sure to ask me out, like a gentleman, capiche?" I held out my hand expectantly, and Dean put his phone in my hand. I quickly entered the number into his contacts and pushed it into his chest, which was, might I add, nicely toned.
He nodded, still surprised that I had given him a chance. "I'll do that, Cas."
I blinked. "Oh can I call you Cas?"
"I like it, and I guess I'll hear from you?"
He smiled, not a smirk, but a genuine smile that lit up his face beautifully. "Definitely, of course, yeah."
I smiled at him and starting walking away to find Charlie, but I was still in earshot when I heard a whispered, "Yessss!"