tacos-to-london asked: Prompt: Dean asks Cas, (his best friend since they were four) to prom because Cas was upset he didn’t get asked. But then they’re THERE and Cas is in a SUIT and they’re dancing to some dorky song that Cas likes because he pulled Dean onto the dance floor giggling with a “c'mon Dean!” and Cas looks REALLY GOOD under the lights of the gym and the moonlight and all of a sudden Dean feels like he’s been shot and he surges forward and kisses Cas right there in the middle of the dance floor. Fluff.
Dean’s heart was thumping wildly in his chest as he eyed his best friend, who was sitting on the porch steps, doodling something in a notebook. The sun was about to set, but the air was still heavy and warm. Cas loved to draw, and was actually quite good at it. He was absently running his free hand through the dark mess that was his hair, and the sight put Dean at ease, because it was so typically Cas. He’d known Cas for so long, yet the joy of being in Cas’ presence would never get old.
Castiel didn’t even notice Dean as he cautiously approached, and even if he had, he couldn’t possibly suspect what was about to happen. In all honesty; Dean himself still couldn’t believe that he was actually going to do this. It wasn’t something that two guy friends did, and part of Dean worried that maybe this was weird, or inappropriate.
But then he remembered the sadness in Cas’ eyes the other day, when he’d subtly asked whether or not Cas was going to prom, and if he had found a date. The question hadn’t been an unreasonable one, considering that it was Cas who had helped organizing the whole thing, and who had been in charge of the decorations. Dean’s heart had shattered into a million tiny pieces when Castiel had informed him with a sad shake of his head that no one wanted to go with him, and that’s how he ended up here.
A friend date, that’s what it would be. Again, no reason to be this nervous. Man up, Winchester, Dean told himself for the umpteenth time that day.
He cleared his throat as he walked up to Castiel, and Cas’ head shot up when he realized that he had company. Blue eyes were clearly excited to see Dean, the deep orange of the fading sun reflected in them. Dean did a double take, not for the first time wondering why on earth Cas couldn’t get a date to begin with. Castiel was definitely not unfortunate looking if you asked Dean, and Dean found himself thinking that if he’d been a chick and Cas had asked him, there was no way he would’ve told Cas no. Seriously, who cared if Cas was a little shy, what the hell was wrong with the girls at Lawrence High?
“Hello, Dean.” Castiel greeted, putting down his unfinished sketch, flashing Dean a smile. “You didn’t tell me you were coming over tonight.”
Dean came to a stop, smiling back. Nothing new there; whenever Cas smiled, Dean smiled.
“Yeah, well… Call it a surprise visit.” Dean said, going for a casual tone.