Where Have You Been? [Destiel]

Chapter 6

Friday came quicker than I expected. I called Dean to make sure I could come over.

"Yeah, just stop by my dorm and then we can head out," Dean said.

It was a frat party. It was bound to be out of control; alcohol around every corner. I wouldn't have been surprised if the police came to break it up.

"Okay, you ready?" Dean said.

"Yeah," I replied. I didn't like parties very much, but I couldn't miss my first college party. Maybe I should have missed it.

We climbed into Dean's old car. Old, but she looked as good as new. A '67 Impala. He was always so proud to talk about it. Adorable.

The car ride was somewhat short. It took maybe ten minutes to get there. When we arrived at maybe 10 PM, it was already crazy. I quickly lost Dean in the crowd of people.

Luckily, Jo came over to save me. "Not really a party person either, huh?" She looked really nice that night. She looked modest, unlike every other slut-faced girl in the house. She wasn't all over any guys at all. Every other girl was in a skimpy dress grinding on some drunk guy. But Jo wore a simple purple dress that came down to her knees. She wore white high top converse with it to make it a little more casual, and her blonde curls were back in a ponytail.

"No way," I said. "I've been completely introverted my whole life." I laughed.

"Man, me too. I hate being around so many people. Especially since they're as crazy as this," she said.

We waited in silence for a while until she told me she'd go get us some beers. I silently thanked her in advance. I really needed something in my hands. I skimmed the crowd for Dean, but he was nowhere to be seen. I stood quietly at a kitchen table, which was somewhat cleared of people, waiting for Jo to come back with some drinks. Finally, she emerged from the crowd of dancing people.

"I saw Dean walking around the house. He looked a little drunk. You should be careful and not drink very much tonight so you can drive him home," Jo said as a greeting.

"No problem," I said. "I was planning on it anyways."

The party went as most parties do: drinking, dancing, music, dancing, people going upstairs to have sex, dancing. I bobbed around on my toes a little bit. Thankfully, Jo stayed with me the whole night. We completely avoided everyone, except for the occasional tipsy guy or girl asking where the bathroom was.

Finally, I spotted Dean.

Oh, I spotted Dean alright.

But I also spotted something that was completely unlike Dean.

He'd never shrink down to that level, not Dean. I must be seeing things.

I blinked a few times, rubbed my eyes, I even tapped my shoes together three times hoping I'd be back home.

But nothing erased the image that stood about 50 feet in front of me. My heart dropped.

That couldn't have been Dean.

I was wrong. It was Dean.

"Cas, are you okay? You just went completely pale. You look like you've seen a ghost," Jo said.

"That's Dean," I said in shock.

Making out with a girl. Dean. Her hair was long and dark and silky and fell down her back in waves. Beautiful.

Perfect. Just perfect.

I walked over to Dean. At this point, he was feeling her up.

"Dean," I breathed out. It was quiet but loud enough for both of them to hear.

"Yes, Cas?" Drunk. Definitely drunk.

"What. . . are you doing?" I finished. I was grinding my teeth, trying to fight back the anger and jealousy.

"I'm kissin' a girl," he said. His words were slurred. I could barely understand him. "Now, we have some more business to do." He turned back to the girl.

"Great, you can get your own ride home. I'm not your driver anymore," I said. I had stored his keys in my pocket just in case he tried to take off without me because I didn't want him to get in a car crash. I threw the keys at him. They fell to the ground. "Have a good night," I said with an extreme hint of sarcasm in it.

I walked back over to Jo. It seemed eternal. She was looking at me the whole time I walked back, surprised at what Dean had done. "You gotta car?" I said.

"Yeah," she said. "Let's go home, okay, Cas? You don't need to see anymore of him. He's just a drunk douche."

Jo drove me to her mom's diner at my request. I didn't want to go home to my dorm. My roommate would have probably heard me cry. The realization of the event finally caught up with me in the car. I tried to be strong, but I just couldn't do it. My head hurt, my eyes were puffy, and my face was covered in salty tears. When I tried to talk, my words slurred and saliva tried to make its way out of my mouth, so I tried to talk as little as possible.

"He just asked me a few days ago if we were boyfriends," I cried.

"It's okay, Cas." Jo was good at making me feel better. "You just need to not think about him very much, okay? Let it out now, but when we get to the diner I want you to forget." She rubbed my knee with one of her hands while the other one held the wheel.

"I knew I shouldn't have gone to this fucking party," I said. The anger was on my tail. I didn't want to be angry in the diner. Anyway, no one was here at this time of night. It's not like it mattered.

Jo gave up on me forgetting about Dean and just let me rant while we sat in a booth at the diner. Jo's mom, Ellen, said the whole meal was on the house, and I didn't have the energy or the money to deny it. A little after we finished, Jo decided we needed a mom's point of view on the whole thing.

"He was so drunk," I finished.

"Oh, sweetie. I know it's hard to see your first love-" Ellen started.

"I am not in love with him."