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Charlie does her best to coax Dean into attending the end of the summer party that she throws every year at her house, but he’s really not in the mood. He had just broken up with Cassie and he wasn’t up for partying. He just wanted to wallow in self pity, but his friend wasn't letting him.
“Come on, Dean, it will be fun. Everyone is going to be there. This is the last party we will get to have before we become grown-ups. We start senior year in a couple weeks.”
“I’m just not going to be any fun, Charlie. I thought Cassie was really into me and we were just having fun, but I was wrong. What if I run into her there?”
“She’s not going to be there. You’re my ride or die. I didn’t even invite her. Pleeeeeease.”
Dean rolls his eyes and faces the fact that he’s not going to win this. His red headed best friend always got her way no matter how many times Dean protested.
“Fine.” She nearly busts his ear drum when she squeals her excitement and he kicks her out of his house so that he can get some sleep in preparation for the not fun time that he is going to have to force himself to get through tomorrow.
Tomorrow ends up coming too soon and he starts to dread ever agreeing to go to Charlie’s stupid party where there will be a bunch of stupid people who are stupidly in love, and he will be there wallowing in pity over some girl who broke up with him because he had commitment issues. It’s not that he had commitment issues. It's just that he’s only 17. He’s too young to be talking about forever. He still wanted to sow his wild oats. Now, he has to worry about being able to find a date to homecoming once school starts. He doesn't want to be the only loser without a date.
Once he has the right outfit picked out, just his usual flannel, he yells goodbye to Bobby and Sam and drives his favorite girl, his 67 Chevy Impala he fixed up after his dad wrecked her drinking and driving, over to Charlie’s house. It appears many of the students were getting an early start. He thought for sure he would be the first one here, but the driveway is full of cars already. Maybe he could pop in unnoticed.
“Deeeean!!!” So much for going unnoticed as he greets his friend at the door. She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek and drags him into the house.
“Hold up Charlie, let me grab a drink first before you drag me around, pulling my arm out of socket.”
She gives him an apologetic grin. “Sorry, I just wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend. We just met a couple hours ago.”
Dean raises his eyebrow. “Really, a couple hours ago? Will I be getting the invitation for your wedding soon?”
“Very funny.”
Dean grabs a soda out of the fridge and joins her in the living room where his favorite people are gathered. The jury is still out about Meg being included in the group of his favorite people, but since she’s here, he might as well socialize with her.
He’s assuming that the other redhead whose throat has Charlie’s tongue shoved down it, must be her girlfriend that she’s known all of two hours.
“Yo, Charles, mind keeping it G rated for all the youngsters who still haven’t lost their virginity, like Benny over here?”
“Speak for yourself, brother. Andrea can vouch that I ain’t no virgin. I lost my virginity a few times the other night.”
Before Dean can think of an appropriate or non appropriate come back based on their current topic of discussion, the brown haired blue eyed guy sitting in the corner who Dean just now noticed was there, speaks up.
“I can assure you that nobody is more uncomfortable about this situation than I am.”
Holy fuck, what is up with his voice? Was he really a high school student?
“Who are you and why would you be uncomfortable?”
Before the guy has a chance to say anything, Charlie removes her tongue from her girlfriend’s throat and speaks up.
“He’s probably uncomfortable because I’m groping his sister.” Charlie proceeds to introduce them. “Dean, this is Anna and Castiel Milton. They just moved in across the street a few weeks ago. They’re twins. I’ve never met twins in real life.” She proclaims as if being born at the same time made them some sort of roadside attraction.
“How the fuck are you guys twins? You don’t even look alike.”
Castiel tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrow.
“Well, obviously we aren’t identical. You do know that twins are no different than any other siblings. They don’t always look alike, especially when they are different genders.”
Seeing that the situation is about to get worse, Charlie goes around the group to introduce the newcomers to their friend group.
“You already met Dean; he takes some getting used to sometimes.” Dean sticks his tongue out like the mature 17-year-old he is.
“That there is Benny, then Meg, Garth, Jody, Donna, and Ash. Jo is around here somewhere probably seeing how many guys she can beat at knife throwing.”
Anna and Castiel wave to everyone and say hi.
Anna speaks first, “It’s nice to meet you all. Castiel and I are the only children our parents have, but we live with our cousin, Gabriel who should be around here somewhere.”
She looks around and then smiles as Dean suspects that she is laying eyes on her cousin.
“Anna, Cassie, there you are.”
Dean gives Charlie his bitch face. She had promised him that Cassie wouldn’t be here, but she shrugs and seems just as confused as him.
“Gabe, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?”
Dean eases up. Evidently that’s Gabe’s nickname for Castiel. Dean looks back and sees a short guy with sandy brown hair walking their way. Sammy was only 13 and was already taller than this guy.
“Gabe, come meet all the friends we just made.” Anna calls him over. He sits next to Ash on the arm of the couch as they all introduce themselves again. Dean finds out that Gabe is the same age as Castiel and Anna. His mom, who is their mom’s sister, died in childbirth due to complications and he was raised with them. Even though they are cousins they are basically just triplets with two different parents is how they describe it.
“O.k. bitches, how about a game of truth or dare?”
“I’m offended by your vulgar language, Charlie. What the fuck?”
“You think you’re funny don’t you Dean?”
“No, I think I’m adorable.” He gives her his biggest cheesy grin he can manage.
The group sits in a circle and Charlie calls on Benny first.
“Truth or dare, Benny?”
“Truth.”
Dean rolls his eyes. Of course, Benny would be a big wuss and pick truth. It’s not like she would make him run around the house in nothing but his birthday suit. She reserves those types of dares for Dean.
The rest of the game goes pretty much the same way. Charlie goes through the group and everyone chooses truth. They must have played this game with her before and learned how brutal she can be with her dares. When it gets to Castiel, Dean is interested to know which option he will pick. He goes with truth as well.
“What is your sexual orientation?”
“I’m utterly indifferent to sexual orientation, but I myself identify as straight.”
“Dean, truth or dare?”
Dean decides to be brave, unlike everyone else. “Dare.”
Charlie gives him an evil grin and he is about ready to change his option when she finally speaks.
“Have you ever heard of gay chicken?”
Fuck, he’s screwed.
“Yes, what about it?”
“Well, your dare is to play gay chicken with Castiel.”
Castiel looks at her. “I chose truth. Why am I being sucked into this?”
“Because you’re the only guy here that Dean doesn’t consider a brother and Gabe is too short. It would be awkward.”
“Hey.” Gabe proclaims.
“Sorry, but it’s true.”
“O.k. red, what are the rules?”
Castiel looks over at Dean. “Why should that matter? I’m not agreeing to this.”
Charlie speaks up. “I’ll give you 200.00 if you do this. I have been trying to pick the perfect dare for Dean for years now and I know I can finally get him to cave with this one.”
“Fine, what do we have to do?”
“The rules are simple. You have to pretend to be gay for each other, like actual relationship type gay and the first one to give up loses. Loser owes me 200.00 and will escort me to the next Gay pride parade wearing a pink tutu.”
“Well, if Dean loses, he won’t have to go shopping. He already has a tutu buried in the back of his closet.” Garth thinks he’s funny, but Dean flips him the bird.
“Fine, Charlie.” Dean looks over at Castiel as Charlie hands him 200.00. “Don’t get too attached to the money, Milton. I’m stubborn and I won’t cave. You’re just going to have to give it right back to her.”
Castiel rolls his eyes. “We’ll see about that Winchester. I can also be stubborn.”
Dean stands up and holds out his hand. “Challenge accepted. Follow me.”
Castiel grabs his hand and Dean leads him to one of the empty bedrooms, both boys ignoring the whistles from all their friends. Dean shuts the door and sits down on the bed. Castiel looks at him with fear in his eyes.
“I figure if we’re going to be in a “relationship” we might as well get to know each other.” He pats the bed next to him. “Here, sit. I don’t bite.”
Castiel sits next to him and starts to relax a little.
“O.k. what do you want to know?”
“For starters, where did you guys come from?”
“We moved here from Ohio. My dad was offered the position of Dean at the local university, so we moved here last month. What about you? Have you always lived here?”
“Yep, born and raised here in Lawrence. My mom died when I was 4 in a fire in my brother’s nursery. Sam was only 6 months.” Dean still gets choked up when he tells the story. He still sometimes has nightmares of seeing the fire around her. He didn’t realize that he had tears in his eyes until he feels Castiel’s hand on his knee.
“It’s o.k. Dean, you don’t have to talk about it.”
Dean wipes away the tears. “No, it’s o.k. It still just hurts thinking about her sometimes, that’s all. My dad couldn’t deal with it. We moved in with my uncle Bobby, but dad blew the insurance money from the fire at the bar, so we weren’t able to rebuild. My dad comes and goes sometimes, but he forgets about us most days. We were raised by Bobby and sometimes I wish he was my dad. He does a better job at it then John.”
“That sucks. I feel bad that my parents seem to have their shit together. I sometimes forget that not everyone has it as good as we do.”
The two of them talked for a couple more hours and Dean knows they are going to become good friends, and hopefully Castiel won’t hold it against Dean when he beats him at this dare. He may be the straightest guy here, but he wasn’t going to let Charlie think she found a dare that he couldn’t handle. Before people start to talk about what they might be doing in the bedroom, Dean tells Castiel it might be a good idea to head back out to the party.
They are greeted by a bunch of immature giggly teenagers who think they are too funny for their own good in Dean’s opinion.
“Oooohhh, what were you two doing?” Charlie teases.
“We were talking. Ever hear of it?”
“Sure.” Charlie gives Dean a wink like she is trying to speak in some secret code he doesn’t know about. He just ignores her. He looks to Castiel.
“Come on Cas. Do you want me to drive you home?”
Before Castiel can accept or decline his offer, everyone starts chanting.
“Kiss,kiss,kiss,kiss.”
Castiel speaks up this time. “I don’t kiss in front of other people. I’ve never been much for PDA.”
“You have to give us something, otherwise, you’re just two guys hanging out with each other. Defeats the purpose of the whole gay chicken scenario. You’re going to have to get used to PDA if this dare is going to work, otherwise you both lose and can owe me 400.00.”
Both boys roll their eyes and Dean knows he’s going to win. No girl or boy, in this case, has ever been able to resist his charm. He looks at Castiel.
“You can back out at anytime you know. Are you sure you can handle it?”
“You sure do talk a big game, but I think you are the one who is going to lose this dare.”
Both boys close the gap between them and suddenly Castiel’s lips are on his. Dean wasn’t prepared for the use of tongue, but Castiel is pushing his tongue inside Dean’s mouth and he figures he might as well go along with it. The room falls silent and Dean is suddenly very aware that everyone is staring at them. They don’t break apart though and Dean isn’t sure why. He has never had someone kiss him like this before. Their tongues glide together as the kiss is deepened and his hands find their way to Castiel’s hips to pull him closer while the other boy cards his fingers through Dean’s hair and then rests them on the nape of his neck.
They finally manage to pull apart from each other and Dean’s eyes are searching the blue of Castiel’s eyes for a sign that he is going to break, but he doesn’t see one. Everyone is staring at them with mouths open as if they are shocked at what they just witnessed. Without giving them any more satisfaction, Castiel interlocks his fingers with Dean and they are making their way to the front of the house to where his baby is parked.
Castiel lets go of his hand when they are outside and Dean leads the way to the Impala so he can drive the other boy home. He has a strange feeling in his stomach and his knees feel a little weaker with each step and he isn’t quite sure what that is all about.