Blue.

The oceanic blue in his eyes stood out against everything else.

Though it should've meant nothing.

It should have.

Jo and the pianist got off the stage and Charlie quickly approached them, Dean following suit. He didn't know who the pianist was, but he wanted to find out.

"Oh my god, Jo!" Charlie exclaimed, kissing her lover. "You. Are. Awesome!"

Jo chuckled. "I know!"

While they laughed, Dean got a good look at the pianist. His dark, wild hair was stuck out in all different directions. Which was a good look for him honestly. His lips were a tad chapped, and they looked rough to the touch. It was a strange way to think of someone you don't know, but Dean couldn't help himself.

And he kept finding himself lost in a swarm of crystal blue.

There was only one word here.

Angelic.

"Dean?" Charlie brought him back to earth.

Dean tore his eyes away from the boy, clearing his throat. "Erm... what?"

"I said this is my girlfriend, Jo." She chuckled.

"Oh. Um... hi." He greeted awkwardly.

"Dean," Jo smiled. "I've heard quite a bit about you."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. I've, uh, heard of you too."

"And this is my best friend of all time, Castiel." She referred to the blue eyed pianist.

Castiel. Such a bold name. Like the classic knight in shining armor in a fairytale.

"Uh... hi, Castiel." Dean greeted him.

"Please, call me Cas."

Cas. Indescribable.

"Um... I'm Dean. But you probably knew that." He chuckled awkwardly. It was all awkward.

Cas laughed softly. "Yes, I gathered that."

Quick, you idiot. Say something. "I-I love your singing," He rushed. "You know, the, uh, the singing you did up there. It was... really great. It was... great." Nice move, egghead.

Cas laughed again. "Thanks. I'm not one for public performances, but Jo wouldn't have it any other way."

Jo slapped his shoulder. "Shut up!" She laughed.

"Well, you're great. Really great. And the-the piano, well... that was... it was...-"

"Great?" Cas finished.

"Uh yeah." He laughed.

All of a sudden, they heard someone talk into the microphone onstage. "Can I have everyone's attention, please? Your pal, Corbett here. It's time to grab a partner, 'cause we're getting ready for the slow dance. This is for all you happy couples out there."

They began to play a kinda old song on a speaker system. Dean didn't know what song it was, but he was liking the sound of it.

"If they have a speaker system, why have a piano?" He asked Cas.

Cas shrugged. "I dunno. Lovely coincidence though, isn't it?"

"A lovely coincidence, indeed."

"How do I,

Get through one night without you?"

Dean offered his hand to Cas. "Care to dance?" He smiled. Obviously, he normally wouldn't do this, but he figured what the hell. It is a gay rights thing anyway.

Cas returned the smile, taking his hand. "Absolutely."

"If I had to live without you,

What kind of life would that be?"

Dean's hands were at Cas's hips, while Cas had his hands resting on Dean's shoulders. They simply swayed in time with the music, and they both enjoyed it.

"Oh, I...

I need you in my arms, need you to hold,

You're my world, my heart, my soul."

Dean began to recognize the singer. "Leann Rimes. Not bad."

"You a Leann Rimes fan?"

He shrugged. "She's cool, I guess."

"If you ever leave,

Baby you would take away everything good in my life,

And tell me now."

Dean chuckled. "I have never danced with another guy before."

Cas chuckled as well. "And you think I have?"

"Well, you certainly seem like the kind of guy who's open minded."

"How do I live without you?

I want to know,

How do I breathe without you?

If you ever go,

How do I ever, ever survive?

How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?"

Dean glanced over at Charlie and Jo, who were holding each other closely, dancing similarly to the way he and Cas were. "At least they're having a good time."

Cas looked briefly over to them then back at Dean. "Aren't we?"

"Of course we are. For now." He grinned.

"Without you,

There'd be no sun in my sky,

There would be no love in my life,

There'd be no world left for me."

"Nice song." Cas attempted to keep the conversation going.

"Yeah. It is. It's great."

"And I,

Baby I don't know what I would do,

I'd be lost if I lost you,

If you ever leave,

Baby you would take away everything real in my life."

Dean got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked into the blue abyss of Cas's eyes. It made him real nervous and jumpy. And unbeknownst to him, Cas felt the same way.

"And tell me now,

How do I live without you?

I want to know,

How do I breathe without you?

If you ever go,

How do I ever, ever survive?

How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?"

They weren't sure what this feeling was, but it certainly wasn't bad. Whatever it was.

"Please tell me baby,

How do I go on?

If you ever leave,

Baby you would take away everything,

I need you with me,

Baby don't you know that you're everything,

Good in my life?"

It almost scared them, whatever they felt. It felt strange. But was it in a good way? Or a very, very bad way?

"And tell me now,

How do I live without you,

I want to know,

How do I breathe without you?"

They didn't even realize they were leaning in closer to each other.

"If you ever go,

How do I ever, ever survive?"

They had their eyes closed, still leaning, unaware of what they were doing.

"How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?

How do I live without you?"

And just as the song ended, they both opened their eyes just a bit, their lips mere centimeters apart.

How do I live without you baby?"

They quickly separated, blushing immensely. Did that seriously just happen?

"Um...-" Dean couldn't find the words.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." Cas murmured.

"Don't be. It-it's fine. It's awkward, but it's fine." He grinned.

Charlie lightly punched Dean in the shoulder. "You kids having a good time?" She smirked.

"Uh, yeah, I guess." Dean replied.

"Well good. That's what these things are for."

"Right. How much longer will we be here?"

Charlie sighed. "Don't be in such a hurry to skedaddle. We wanna dance!"

"And how long should that take?"

"I think Charlie has a point," Cas spoke up. "We should make the most of tonight. I mean, what're the odds we'll see each other again, right?"

"Well, that depends. You go to the school here?"

"Yep. Fergus Macleod High. You?"

"Same. How is it we've never bumped into each other?"

Cas shrugged. "Dunno. You've got your crowd, I've got mine. And they must be different crowds."

Dean nodded. "Must be."

They stayed there a while, talking about different things. It felt like hours and hours. They talked about TV shows, hobbies, random stuff. It was around 9:30 when they left, and around 9:32 when they went to their cars and realized how close they were parked.

"Well, I'll be damned." Dean chuckled.

"What a... lovely coincidence." Cas grinned.

"A lovely coincidence, indeed."

Charlie slapped him on the shoulder a bit, getting his attention. "Give him your number." She whispered.

"What?"

"Give. Him. Your. Number."

"But... why?"

"GIVE HIM YOUR DAMN NUMBER." She hissed.

Dean sighed and decided to do so. "Say, Cas, let me give you my number. Maybe we can talk some more."

Cas nodded. "Sounds good."

Dean started digging around the pockets of his jeans and his jacket in search of a pen until Charlie handed him a blue one.

He muttered a thanks and wrote his number on Cas's palm. He noticed his palm was rather clammy, though he had no earthly idea why.

He gave Charlie her pen back and turned to Cas. "I'll see you around then."

"Yeah... I'll see you around."

They parted ways, Cas handing Jo his keys. "You get to drive. I'm beat."

While Dean drove him and Charlie home, he decided to ask about what she told him to do. "What was that about?"

"What?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe, 'GIVE HIM YOUR DAMN NUMBER'."

"Oh c'mon! I knew you weren't gonna do it yourself, so I decided to... give you that extra shove."

"Extra shove? Into what?"

A smile grew on Charlie's face. "Oh don't deny it. I saw the way you two looked at each other."

"What way?"

"Mm... the way that said, 'spend eternity with me, it will be my only chance at true, gay, rainbow happiness'."

"True what?"

"You heard me! I mean, look at you! You were dancing with him in a way that practically screams HOMO!"

"That is so not true."

"Oh really? The way you two gazed into each other's eyes, getting lost in one another's arms? The way you swept him off his feet?"

"No, no, no, no, no! There was no feet sweeping!"

She scoffed. "Sure there wasn't."

He could deny it all he wanted out loud, but inside, he knew what Charlie spoke was the truth. He just couldn't come to grips with it.

._.__._.

Cas was in the passenger seat, staring down at Dean's phone number scrawled across his sweaty hand. Jo couldn't help but notice.

"Ya gonna call 'im?" She asked rather chipper.

"I don't know yet. He seems nice, but...-"

"But what?"

"But... I dunno. I'm too tired to think about this right now."

"All that dancing and chatting and falling helplessly in love is exhausting, innit?"

Cas snapped his head toward her. "What?"

"Oh you heard me, Casanova. I saw the way you looked at each other."

"Looks mean nothing."

Jo gasped dramatically. "Lies!"

"Sure, we danced a little, but it was a gay rights convention. The... the essence of... homosexuality sorta... made it's way under our skin." He mumbled the last part.

"Wow."

"Oh shut up." He chuckled.

He looked down at his hand with the slightly smudgy phone number. Maybe he should call him. But maybe he shouldn't. To call or not to call. That is the question.