"Are you okay?" Sam asked me on the way to school, giving me a concerned glance. I had woken up late, so I wasn't able to give Cas a ride to school. This just fueled my already shitty mood.
"Fine," I grumbled, concentrating on the road.
"Didn't sleep well?" He asked.
I turned and glared at him, daring him to say another word. I was not in the mood right now.
"I'll take that as a yes," Sam mumbled to himself, staring out the window.
The thoughts from last night started to flow into my mind, causing me to tighten my grip on the steering-wheel.
"Woah, dude slow down it's only 45 through here, not 70." Sam informed, panic in his voice.
"Sorry," I muttered, slowing down to the correct speed limit. I didn't even realize I was going that fast.
"So, um. How's you and Cas?" He asked, obviously not getting the hint.
"We're fine," I stated. A memory of our last date together appeared in my mind, causing me to relax a little.
"Well that's specific," Sam joked, rolling his eyes.
"Are you taking him to the dance at least?" He asked.
I glanced at him. "What dance?"
Sam shook his head, an amused expression on his face.
"Uh, duh. The homecoming dance? It's next week dude. Don't you pay attention to anything?"
I let out a sigh, not in the mood to argue with him. "Guess not."
"Well, I think you should ask him. It'll really cute," Sam said, giving me a teasing smile.
"Oh, God," I muttered. "Never say that again."
"It'll be so cute, like oh, my God." Sam teased in an annoyingly high voice.
"You can walk to school, if you keep that up," I threatened, a small smile breaking onto my lips.
He laughed, causing me to laugh too. He always knows how to cheer me up.
"But seriously, I think you should ask him."
I shrugged, turning into the school's parking lot.
"I don't know, man. Dances? Not really my thing." I said.
"But, it's your senior year! Live a little! I mean, what if Cas wants to go? Are you going to let him down?" Sam protested, throwing his hands in the air.
I hesitated, I didn't want to let my boyfriend down...
"I'll think about it. If Cas wants to go, then sure. I guess I'll go. But ugh... dances." I cringed, feeling cliché about going to a school dance.
"Well, cool," He said, giving me a devilish smile. "Good thing I already know Cas wants to go." He stepped out of the car, giving me an award winning smirk.
"See ya at the dance, Dean."
I sat in the Impala, my mouth wide open. I watched Sam walk through the front doors of the school, my mind reeling.
"Did he just play me?" I asked myself, astonished. "That son-of-a-bitch!"
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I sat down in the school cafeteria with my lunch, waiting for Cas to show up to our usual spot.
I unwrapped my hamburger from the thin wrapper, and took a large bite. I let out long sigh, realizing how hungry I was.
The table slightly shifted, meaning Cas had sat down across from me, but I was too involved in my food to look up.
"Hey, Cas. How's it going?" I mumbled, not looking up from my food.
"I'm not Cas, dumbass." An irritated voice said.
I looked up, my eyes wide.
Crowley.
I laid down my sandwich on it's wrapper, and wiped my hands on my jeans. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to let you know I didn't mean to push you a couple weeks ago or whatever." He apologized, in the most non-sincere way possible.
"What took you so long?" I asked, letting out an unamused laugh.
He scoffed, leaning back in the chair. "Well, if it weren't for that nutless brother of yours, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. So take what you can get."
I furrowed my eyebrows, confused. "Okay, first. What does my brother have to do with this?" I asked.
"He told me to apologize. Don't ask me why, but let's just say that little shit has some serious black mailing skills." He explained, crossing his arms over his chest.
I narrowed my eyes, deciding whether to believe him or not.
"Okay. Oh, and second," I began. I jumped up from my chair, causing it to fall backwards onto the floor. I leaned over the table and grabbed Crowley's shirt collar, forcing him to look in my eyes.
"Don't talk about my little brother like that," I hissed, narrowing my eyes.
"Uh, I-I'm sorry." He stuttered, trying to turn away from my intense glare.
I released him, but his terrified expression didn't change.
I looked around the lunch room, realizing how deathly quiet it had gotten. I grabbed my lunch, and quickly walked toward the school doors.
Why can't people just stay out of my business?