Flash forward a few days and it's prom time. Dean picks everyone up at their houses, with the exception of Castiel, who's been spending most of his time at Charlie's. They squish Aaron in the middle of the back, with Charlie on one side and Castiel on the other. Then they're off, taking their luxury '67 impala to the venue.

"I love your hair," Aaron says.

Charlie instinctively touches her curly red hair that she had cut up to her shoulders just a few hours go. "Aw, thanks!"

The only one whose hair Dean can't help but notice is Castiel's. He usually has it somewhat fluffy, but now, it's been slicked down purposefully. Honestly, it looks kind of stupid. What he wouldn't give to run his hand through it, to mess it up... And his suit? Hot damn. How can anyone be this attractive? How dare he say he didn't want to go to prom. Dean can't imagine a world where he doesn't know what Castiel looks like all dressed up.

They all pile out of the impala and head inside, Charlie's heels clicking with every step. There are people everywhere. It's a junior/senior dance, so it's not very empty, but at least it means Dean and Castiel could go to the same one.

But it also means Gabriel is there. According to Castiel, the Novaks haven't spoken at all since their encounter at school, so this is nothing short of awkward for everyone around them. Castiel gives him a small wave, and Gabriel nods once, and that's it.

"Well," Aaron says, looking around the room, "this is a lot cooler than I expected."

"I told you, it's awesome," Charlie says.

Yet, for as awesome as it supposedly is, they don't do very much. They claim a small corner of the room, where they can dance and goof off all they want. Dean brings out all his best dance moves. The running man? Check. The sprinkler? Double check. The entertaining-but-not-really-sexual hip thrusts? You betcha. Dean is killing the game.

But, despite Dean's amazing entertainment, exactly an hour after prom begins, Castiel says, "I think I'm gonna head home."

"What? Why?" Charlie asks. "Aren't you having fun?"

"I don't know," he says. "It's just not really..." He shrugs. "I don't know."

"But you can't leave yet!" Charlie insists. "The party's just getting started!"

"It's been an hour," Castiel says awkwardly.

"But —"

"A deal's a deal," Benny says.

Just then, a slow song begins to play, and the dj makes a comment about taking your significant other out on the dance floor.

Charlie sighs. "Okay, fine. I can't keep you here. But I promise you'll regret it."

"I highly doubt it," Castiel says.

Whatever they say next is completely lost on Dean as he stares at Castiel. He really is the eye candy Dean told him he would be.

There's only another month or so left of high school, anyway. Then that'll be it. He would have wasted his one shot. He's formed such a good friendship with Castiel, something that could be even more than a friendship, and the boy doesn't even know it. He's about to walk out of here without ever knowing. This is his chance. This is it.

"Wait," Dean blurts out, earning confused looks from everyone. He keeps his gaze on Castiel, and only then does he realize how much he's been avoiding looking at him, because he didn't realize the boy was so insanely hot up close.

"What?" Castiel asks.

"Can we..." Dean clears his throat awkwardly. "Do you want to dance?"

Castiel cocks his head to one side, squinting his eyes slightly. "Dean, if you're just doing this because you feel bad for me or whatever —"

"That's not it," Dean interrupts. With a small, playful smile, he says, "I guess I've finally decided to forgive you for saying you like Loki more than Tony."

"What are you —" Castiel stops mid sentence and gapes at him. "No way. You're..."

"Smith and Wesson," he finishes.

"The friendly neighborhood bisexual," Castiel finishes quietly.

"That would be me," Dean replies. "We can talk later, but the song's not going to last forever, so, shall we?"

Castiel nods slowly. "Yeah, I'd love to."

There's really no dance floor here, so Dean just leads Castiel out closer to the middle of the room. Dean puts his arms around his waist, and Castiel puts his over Dean's shoulders. They sway back and forth for a little bit, until Castiel finally speaks.

"Sorry, I know you said we should do this later," he says, "but I just have to ask. Why didn't you tell me it was you?"

"I didn't want to out myself," Dean says.

"I'd say this is outing yourself more than telling me over the Internet would have," Castiel says.

"Well, yeah, but I changed my mind," Dean says. "High school's about to end for me. You may have another year, but I just have a few weeks."

"And you decided you didn't care what people thought anymore?" Castiel guesses.

"I decided I didn't want to lose my chance," Dean says. "I mean, you've been right there in front of me for weeks, and I knew who you were and what you were like and all that, and you didn't know anything about me, and it just occurred to me that I wanted to change that while I still could. Does that make sense? I feel like that doesn't make sense."

"It makes sense," Castiel says. "And, kinda along the same lines, I know this is our first real face to face conversation, but we actually know such other fairly well, so would it be weird if I kissed you right now?"

"Maybe, but I'd be willing to try it," Dean says.

So that's what they do. Dean pulls Castiel closer, wrapping his arms around the boy just a little tighter as their lips meet. It's kind of awkward. Their teeth touch a few times; their noses keep hitting — why the fuck are noses so big? — but that's all to be expected from a first kiss. What may not be normal is how long it lasts. It almost feels like it's never going to stop, until...

"Party rock is in the house tonight!"

They pull apart, laughing awkwardly. What a great time for the music to change. Not.

"Does this mean we're officially together?" Castiel asks.

"I hope so," Dean says. "I did not come out of the closet to be friend zoned."

Castiel chuckles. "Well, I'm glad that worked out, then."

Dean smiles back at him, but his face falls when he glances across the room. "Uh, Cas, I don't want to freak you out or anything, and I hate to ruin the mood, but Gabriel's watching us."

Almost as if he could hear it — which he couldn't, especially because of how loud the music is — Gabriel looks away, turning to the cute, petite Indian woman by his side instead. Kali, maybe?

Castiel freezes at the name, but after a pause, he says, "You know, I'm kinda okay with that. He already knows I'm pan. Now he can't unknow it." With a small smile, he says, "Maybe it'll haunt him for the rest of his life."

"I doubt that," Dean says, amused.

"A boy can dream."