Supernatural One Shots

Fem! DESTIEL

Castielle groans and pushes her hands through her hair as if she can find the patience she needs hidden in the mess she hasn't washed in like — god, what had it been? Four days? Five?

"I said the tulle needs to be draped two feet apart, Garth, not one and a half," she calls out.

The boy on the ladder looks down at her with a broad smile. "My bad, boss! I'll fix it!"

She looks down in time to see someone shuffling past her with an armful of white and flags them down. "Hey, hey, hey, what are those?"

Gilda looks like a deer in headlights as she comes to a stop. "Uh, they're the flowers."

Cas blinks. "But they're tulips. I ordered roses."

Gilda chews on her bottom lip for a moment, looking like she'd rather be facing down a train, before finally blurting, "The school said roses were too expensive."

Cas feels her eye twitch. "Too expensive?" she echoes. "They slash my budget to a third, make me move venues with just a month's notice to a smelly old gym, and I can't even have goddamn roses?"

"I'm really sorry, Cas, but-"

"Oh yikes, I knew I felt a code red somewhere."

Cas barely spares a glance as her best friend sweeps in, charming smile on full blast and securing an arm over Cas's shoulder.

"What's the crisis, ladies?" Deanna asks and the cheer in her voice makes Cas want to grind her teeth.

"The school cancelled my roses," she all but growls.

Deanna hisses. "All right, I got this, Gilda. You run to safety."

The other girl doesn't even hesitate to escape.

Tightening her arm, Deanna steers Cas out of the mess that is the gymnasium. There's still so much to be done: painting the backgrounds, stringing the lights, putting the stage together.

"Cas, I know you have a lot going on right now," Deanna starts when they find a quiet corner. "But you can't keep scaring people and making them want to jump into a black hole."

"It's not like I'm trying to!" Cas protests. "But there's only a week till prom, the theme sucks, we have no money, and everyone is counting on me to pull some grand magical night out of my ass!"

Deanna's lips quirk at the outburst but she reigns in the smile and reaches for her friend's hand. Cas lets her take it. "Hey, hey, I know. It's a lot. But first, everyone knows that none of this is your fault. They know you can only to do your best with what you've been given, which isn't much because Principal Crowley is a dick. And second, I think the theme is cool as fuck."

Cas snorts and rolls her eyes. "It's masquerade, Deanna. It's the most overdone theme of them all."

"That doesn't necessarily mean it won't be fun. I mean, if we have to spend extra hours in this building outside of school, isn't it kind of nice that we won't have to see all these ugly faces?"

This time when Cas snorts, it's with humour, and she punches her friend lightly. "Now you're just being mean to cheer me up."

Deanna grins and it lights up her entire face and not for the first time Cas wonders if the summer green of her eyes are actually glowing or if Cas is just crazy. "Worked like a charm." She winks and that's all Cas can take and she looks down.

"I'll try to ease up," she promises, looking at the floor. Which could really use a good waxing. She'll bring that up with the custodian on Monday.

*****

Saturday evening, Cas finds herself walking to the Winchesters'. Deanna had made her swear to a sleepover to make sure she didn't spend her entire weekend working on prom. Which was irritating but also fair considering Cas had spent her morning and afternoon painting backgrounds and the cheap candelabras they'd found at Hobby Lobby.