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Castiel was not quite enjoying himself. The party was too stuffy, and the beer was warm, and everyone seemed to already have someone to talk to. He had gotten there slightly late, but he had expected for at least Charlie to be there, but he couldn’t find her. There were people in every room of the house, and groups of them had spilled out onto the yard, so there was really nowhere to go just to get a breath of fresh air except the bathroom, and it had been trashed much earlier that evening.
His Harry Potter costume was sweaty, (he was sure the scar he’d drawn on his head was long gone) there was music coming from somewhere, some football guys were playing beer pong, he really just wasn’t sure what to do.
He walked around for a bit, saying hi to people, taking small sips of his beer. He took no particular notice of anyone until he spotted Charlie, standing in the corner alone wearing her best costume yet: Sherlock Holmes. Castiel approached her, “What happened? Jo didn’t want to hook up with you?”
“Fuck off, shortstop.” Charlie took a large swig of whatever alcohol was in her cup. “I didn’t know you coordinated costumes with someone.”
“What?” He tilted his head, “Who?”
“Few minutes ago I saw the best Draco Malfoy costume ever down the hall.” She winked and took another sip.
“I didn’t coordinate costumes with anyone.” Castiel clarified, “If I had, it would have been with you. You’d make a great Hermione.”
She smiled, “Why thank you. You really should go talk to that Malfoy.” She winked suggestively.
Cas scoffed, “Like he would be into me. You know, most guys aren’t into other guys.”
Charlie scoffed right back, “Everyone is a little bit gay.”
“Well most people aren’t gay for me.”
“Do you want me to force you, or are you doing this on your own.”
Cas put his hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll find him, if he flirts with me, I’ll consider giving him my number.” He pointed at her as he backed away, holding his beer close to his chest, “Consider.”
Charlie just laughed, glancing around the crowd, trying to find Dorothy.
Castiel walked around the corner and into the hall, immediately seeing exactly who Charlie had been talking about. He was wearing green quidditch robes, and his hair was a yellow blond color.
Castiel wove his way through the hallway, ducking behind people. The Draco person wasn’t talking to anyone, this was his chance.
He approached him awkwardly, “Um…” He smiled, “Hey.”
The boy dressed as Malfoy turned to look at him. Oh jeez, you’re gorgeous. “I just...Noticed we have matching costumes.”
The Malfoy’s eyes brightened, “You’re Harry! Wow. I love your costume.” He grinned, Castiel grinned back.
“I’m Cas- Castiel.” He reached his hand out for a handshake, The Malfoy accepted.
“I’m Dean. Hi Cas.” Dean’s smile widened, “So what brings you here?”
Castiel rolled his eyes, “A friend. And you?” He took a sip of his beer.
“The same. It would be fine if they would just play some decent music.” Dean laughed, his laugh was quite beautiful, so was the rest of him. Castiel stood, almost in awe, at the way Dean presented himself so confidently.
Cas hummed,
“True. All this...I don’t know, I wouldn’t even call it music... is giving me a headache.”
Dean smiled, “Ugh, I can relate.” He took a sip from the red solo cup in his hand. “You’re pretty cute, you know. For a Harry.”
Castiel blushed, “Don’t look too bad yourself, Malfoy.” He thought he saw the hint of a blush on Dean’s cheeks, Dean looked down at his shoes, still smiling.
“Seems like no one else is taking this costume deal seriously, huh?” Dean observed, looking around at the clumps of girls dressed as “sexy ________” and the clumps of guys who were either wearing football jerseys, or had some fake blood splashed over them.
“I guess not.” Cas agreed, “Not everyone can pull of a quidditch uniform, though.”
“Not everyone can pull off glasses that round.”
Castiel paused, figuring out how to phrase his next sentence.
“Look, I made a deal with my friend, okay?”
Dean frowned, and nodded, “What kind of deal?”
“If I talked to you, and I liked you, I would consider getting your number.” Castiel took out his phone and handed it to Dean, “So...Can I get your number?”
Dean’s smile returned. “Of course.” He typed his number in quickly and handed the phone back to Cas. “Why don’t you send me a quick text so that I know it will work.”
Cas nodded.
You’re hot, we should get coffee sometime. -Cas
Dean took out his phone and glanced at the screen, he grinned.