An Unforgettable Meeting || Closed
Castiel wasn’t much for parties, but one of his class mates had dragged him to this one. From the moment he stepped into the over-filled house, he just wanted to leave. With his usual luck, though, he would probably have to stay for awhile and something bad would most likely happen. To avoid as many people as possible, he positioned himself as close as possible to the wall, cluthing a red solo cup with some questionable beverage his friend had given him.
To make the time pass by, Cas began to watch the other students mingle around like mindless ants. He studied how they moved, how their faces changed as they talked and listened. Castiel liked doing that, watching people. They fascinated him, but he could never really seem to be able to mimick them. He was too stiff, lacking enough facial expressions and most thought he dressed a bit weird, which he probably did. Tonight though, he looked rather normal in a pair of burgundy corduroy pants, white dress shirt and a beige and burgundy striped knitted vest. Okay, so maybe his clothes was a bit too large for him, but you couldn’t expect things to fit well when you prefered to buy clothes at thrift stores.
He was deep into his people watching when he felt someone bump into him and cold liquid running down parts of his face, shoulder and chest. Blinking the beverage out of his eye, he triedto find the source of the disturbance.
Sam hated college parties. Too noisy, too crowded, too many drunk, sweaty people.
The only reason he was even there was because he was far too fantastic a friend for his own good. The idea of party-hard Charlie ending up in a pool of her own vomit somewhere without him to keep an eye on her made him too worried to sit the bench. So here he was, pressed against the wall awkwardly as his crazy lesbian friend danced on a table.
He sighed to himself over the noise, taking a tiny sip of the mediocre beer Charlie had shoved into his hand, insisting that he “live a little”. The party was in full swing, and Sam mournfully thought of his bed, which he had no doubt he wouldn’t be falling into until the sun was coming up, if Charlie got her way.
Speaking of.
“Perk up, Sammykins!” she said loudly in his ear, having hopped unsteadily down from the table to lean against him, “You’re at a rocking party full of liquor and smokin’ hot chicks, you’d think you’d look a little less depressed!”
Sam chuckled, putting his arm around her and giving her a gentle hug, “They pale in comparison to you, Charlie!”
She rolled her eyes and punched him lightly on the chest, grinning.
“Shut up, bi boy, go get me some more punch!”
Sam rolled his eyes, but took her cup anyway and began making his way through the heaving throng of people toward the kitchen.
Sharply he turned a corner, trying to avoid an aggressively making out couple, and nearly jumped out of his skin as he ran smack into someone, his mostly full beer splashing everywhere.
Sam froze with horror, the pale liquid dripping down the guy’s face and clothes, and this right here is why Sam hated parties.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” he yelped, his face turning a stupid shade of red, “Shit, I’m so sorry!”
