Heat of the Moment

Two

When the bell rang, Castiel got his bag and put his stuff away in his locker. He was exhausted. His body sagged with tired weight and his eyes were droopy.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, startled.

He sighed, seeing that it was Dean. "Hey," Dean Winchester said. "I was wondering- do you need a ride?" he blushed a little.

Castiel felt a little dizzy, amazed that Dean would ever ask him such a thing. "Uh," he said. "You've only said one thing to me besides that, Dean."

Dean Winchester held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. You're right, I should at least get to know you. So, tell me everything."

Castiel rolled his eyes but inside, he was jumping around as if trapped inside his own skin. This was like one of his 'moments' when he read a book he loved. When the main character fell in love with the dashing green eyed boy. But he would have never guessed that would ever be him. He was no one special. Nothing more to him than nerdy books and secrets he would never tell anyone. "That's not how you do it," he accused Dean.

Dean Winchester made a pouty face and asked, "Why not?"

Castiel, while still a little annoyed, and confused, was surprised that this conversation was actually going anywhere. As they walked out of the school together, Castiel shrugged. "You have to be more specific, for one thing."

"Alright. Hobbies?" Dean asked him, looking genuinely interested in something for once.

Castiel figured it was a fair question and answered, "Reading."

Dean laughed. Castiel made a face. "What?" He asked feeling suddenly defensive. He crossed his arms over his cheat.

The green eyed boy replied simply, "I just thought you'd have more interests. You seem like an... Um- interesting guy." Dean Winchester blushed deeply, the tips of his ears turning red.

Castiel couldn't help but smile at least a little bit. That gave him butterflies in his stomach. He asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" He still couldn't believe that he was talking to Dean Winchester. Why would he pick Castiel over Anna? Anna, with the perfect looks, big tits, round ass, red hair- a girl. What potential could Dean possibly see in Castiel?

"It means I know reading isn't your only hobby," Dean says, his voice deep and throaty, a tone that made Castiel shiver as if cold air had blew on him. How was it that Dean could make him feel this way? "What else?"

They made their way to the busses and stopped to talk some more. "Well I also like this band... It's kind of unexpected of me but-"

Dean grinned a silly, wide grin. "What band is it?"

Castiel blushed. Dean's voice was so inviting. So caring. He answered, "My Chemical Romance," and stared at his shoes, expecting the usual replies. 'That emo band?' 'Who are they?' 'Dude, are you emo or something?' 'That band sucks!'

But what he got was an ecstatic Dean Winchester. "MCR? No way! I love them!"

Castiel perked up. "You do?" He asked skeptically. "Are you just saying that?" He stared into Dean Wichester's glittering eyes, green like a sea, like emeralds. Dark, like murky lake waters. Castiel couldn't help but melt into them.

"I do. I have almost all their albums in my car. Wanna see?" Castiel knew this was most likely a trap to get Castiel to take a ride from him but he couldn't resist.

Castiel grinned from ear to ear. "Hell yes," he replied.

And so they walked to Dean's 1967 Chevy Impala, good condition, hard top, four door, black, old but still runnin' like the angel it was. "Hey baby," Dean murmured to the car. Castiel raised an eyebrow at him. Dean caught his eye and shrugged. "What? I love my car."

Castiel laughed. "Okay then,"

Dean reached into the car, down by the seat, and pulled out a book full of albums. Castiel flipped through them, mystified. Not all of them were MCR but the others were bands that Castiel liked equally as much. He basically swooned over all the songs, pointing and gasping when he saw his favorites and exclaiming to Dean, "I love this song!" Which was mostly every single song. Dean always replied with something witty; cracking a joke, a fact about the song, or nodding and saying it was his favorite too, or maybe singing a verse from the songs.

Castiel asked Dean, blushing, "Do- can- can we listen to some of these?" shyly.

Dean grinned, unbothered by his shyness and stuttering. "Sure," he said. "Do you like ACDC?"

"Yeah, totally," Castiel said. Another one of his favorites. His IPod playlist was full of MCR and ACDC songs.

They chatted for a while, songs being a background to their conversations.

"So," Dean said. "Is this a yes to my offer?"

After a long time of intoxicating fun, and relaxation, finally being able to let loose, Castiel had forgotten he was at school. He looked in the parking spots. The busses were all gone, teachers either inside or home. The lot was empty. "Yeah, I guess. There are no busses," he grinned.

"Alright," Dean said, smiling as he turned the engine on, his baby roaring to life. He let out a satisfied call, laughing as he did. "Runs great!" He assured Castiel, as if it mattered. He didn't care if they ended up stranded, Castiel just wanted to spend some more time with Dean Winchester, the mysterious green eyed boy. He couldn't tell what it was; something drew him to Dean. The music blared, an ACDC song, and Dean sang along to it. The song, Cas didn't know, but he hummed along too, tapping his foot slightly. That was the best Dean could get out of him, after moment of persuasion. He gave up when Castiel laughed and said he was horrible at dancing. "You will dance, Castiel," Dean assured him.

Castiel doubted it. He smiled.

For the first time in years Castiel could unwind. He felt comfortable with Dean here in the Impala. He didn't worry about coming home and being chided on the smallest things, smacked around, and then barricading himself in his room. He didn't care. And that felt fucking good.