“Hey buddy, there you are!” Dean breathes in mild relief when he enters the boy’s bathroom and sees Cas standing in front of the mirror over the sink, blankly staring at his own reflection.
Dean had been looking for his friend for a while now; when Castiel hadn’t showed up at the spot where the two of them usually ate lunch together, Dean had gotten worried. It wasn’t like Cas to not show up without letting Dean know that he was busy doing something else, and so Dean had searched the entire school to find his friend.
It was Castiel’s usual greeting, but Dean knew something was off when Cas quietly sniffled. Dean took a better look at his friend’s face in the tacky old mirror, and realized that Cas had been crying. Dean didn’t even know the details yet, but he was already enraged at whoever had made Cas sad. And yeah, maybe he was always being a little overprotective when it came to Castiel, but Dean couldn’t help it that he had the kind of feelings for his friend that went a bit beyond ‘buddies’. Not like he would ever own up to that…
Dean came to stand beside his friend and placed a hand on Cas’ shoulder, given it a soft squeeze.
“What’s going on, Cas?” Dean tried to keep his voice calm and even.
Cas’ eyes found Dean’s in the mirror, and he shrugged his slumped shoulders. “I asked Meg to go to prom with me…” He muttered.
“Wait… Meg Masters?” Dean asked, surprised.
He vaguely knew the chick, but he’d never heard Cas mention her once. Also, Dean felt a sting of jealousy at this brand-new information.
Castiel nodded in confirmation, but that was all Dean got out of him.
“Okay… I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say that she rejected you?” Dean was partly questioning, partly stating.
You never know how much they say “Wildcats” in High School Musical til you have to drink everytime they do.
I’m reblogging this not because they say Wildcats a lot but because we’re acting on the assumption that people who are old enough to drink sit around playing drinking games to HSM and that’s beautiful.