y2k!cas working at his local skate shop, dancing singing to 311's beautiful disaster as he sweeps up shortly before closing
he's turned it up so loud he doesn't hear the bell jingle over the door, and so the newcomer gets quite an eyeful before cas realizes he's got company and nearly sh*ts his pants
the guy just smiles, grins really, and goes about his shopping. they close in 15 minutes, and though the guy doesn't seem like he knows where everything is, he definitely knows what he's looking for
cas watches from behind the counter; tracks the head of shaggy dirty blonde hair under a trucker hat with the bill slightly flipped until he's forced to face the guy head on
he's tan, freckled to all get out, and has a silver ring in his nostril
he smiles at cas again
makes him drop the grip tape in his hand
then smiles wider
before he turns to leave, he pauses like he's thinking something over in his head, then decides fuck it as he leans forward to plant his elbows on the counter
"can i get your number?" he asks, and, f*ck yeah he can
cas writes it on the back of the receipt with numb fingers, along with his name, and the warning to call after 10 so he'll be home to get it before his little sister can pick up
"baby siblings, huh?" the guy muses, and cas can only nod. blush and tuck his hair behind his ear
the guy leaves, and only then cas realizes he never got his name. hopefully he'll call
k, but like.. typical angry at the world early twenty-something cas who works at a skate park and gets so tired of the wannabes’ he has to deal with day in and day out
because he is good- like, has won a ton of local competitions and could probably even get sponsored if he actually tried good
but, he’s got kind of a shit attitude, as well as a slightly infuriating superiority complex that deters most people from wanting to work with him ..cause on top of being fucking wickedly talented on the ramps, he’s super gorgeous too
and he knows this
he knows this and he lets it dictate most of his interactions, until of course one day when he’s out flipping tricks and wowing the crowd only to be stunned into complete immobile silence when a guy he’s never even seen before tips his way into cas’ path, cutting him off, then proceeds to not only show him up, but throw total disregard to his skills and looks
cas stands balking in the middle of the bowl with his board forgotten at his feet while this guy with dirty blonde hair, clad in a backwards cap, faded tshirt and ripped jeans circles around him
the onlookers go insane- whooping and hollering and it isnt til the very second this mystery dude stops directly in front of him that cas for the first time in his life feels as if he’s been thoroughly.. rightfully put in his place
bright, green eyes give way to sun-kissed, crinkled skin and lashes so long cas has the urge to touch
green eyes extends his hand with a crooked smile, knocking cas’ knees right out from under him
'dean’
cas stares, heart thumping and throat constricting something fierce as he accepts the offered hand
Dean sat in his car, tapping on the steering wheel in time to the music. He sighed again and checked the time. Dammit Sammy was late again. He was supposed to be out here ten minutes ago.
Dean’s car sat outside a dance studio. Sam’s girlfriend, Jess, had asked him to come watch her class today. Even Dean could admit the fourteen-year-olds were adorable, but ever since he got his license two years ago he had the responsibility of transporting Sam everywhere he wanted to go. It wasn’t like he could say no, after all.
Dean huffed once more and got out of the car, determined to either go get his brother or at least see what the hell was taking him so long.
As soon as he entered the building it was obvious that the class wasn’t finished yet. Girls in leotards, tights, and leg warmers were everywhere, jumping and spinning. Dean spotted Sam on a bench and sat next to him to watch the class finish up.
Sam gave him an apologetic smile as he sat down and whispered to him that he thought they were almost done. He then pointed out Jess, who Dean wouldn’t have recognized with here wild, wavy blond hair pulled back into a severe bob. Dean glanced around the rest of the class. He almost didn’t notice him until the music abruptly stopped when he heard a male voices say, “No no no.”
The girls cleared to the edges of the floor and then Dean saw him. He was one of the most beautiful people Dean has ever seen. He was wearing a black tshirt and a pair of tight leggings that came to his shapely calves and showed off his perfect ass. His feet were covered in soft looking black ballet shoes and Deans eyes travelled back up to his features. His hair looked like he has just woke up, or he never owned hairbrush, or he just finished rolling around in the sheets with someone. Dean wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t all of the above.
Currently Dean was staring at his backside, appreciating how his tshirt did nothing to hide the muscles in his shoulders when the man turned around. His face was even more beautiful, and the pair of blue eyes spoke to Dean down to his very soul. It was when those eyes made contact with his, widen slightly, then quickly looked away, a faint blush on his cheeks, that Dean realized he recognized this man.
He wasn’t a man, but a kid that went to school with Dean. Dean hadn’t even realized it was him because the guy he was used to seeing at school was a nerd. He wore glasses and sweater vests. Dean had always thought that it was kind of cute, but Castiel (he remembered) liked to keep to himself and Dean could never find the time or courage to approach him.
Now though, he had to. No way he was finding out that nerdy Castiel was actually a hot dancer and letting him get away with keeping that a secret.
Dean didn’t realize he hadn’t really blinked or looked away from the beautiful boy until Sam snapped his fingers in front of his eyes, giving him a weird look.
“You okay Dean?”
Dean nodded and then turned back to watching Castiel, who was now demonstrating how a certain turn should be executed. Then he stood up and dismissed the class, saying they would work on that move next time.
“I’m gonna go over to Jess, we’ll only be a few more minutes, promise.” Sam told him, standing.
“Yeah sure, take your time. I’m gonna go talk to the teacher, we go to school together.”
Dean got up and walked over to the front of the room where Castiel was sitting on the ground pulling off his shoes. He looked up in surprised when he noticed Dean approaching. A blush spread over his cheeks and he immediately looked ten times more focused on his shoes. Dean thought it was adorable, after all, Castiel was the one in those pants that were driving him crazy, what did he have to be shy about?
“Hey, Castiel right? We go to school together.”
“Uh…yeah…that’s me. Why are you here? I mean…not that you can’t be…it’s just…” Cas was rambling so Dean put him out of his misery.
“My brother wanted to watch his girlfriend, but what are you doing here, man?”
“I dance here.” Castiel said flatly, as if Dean was an idiot for asking.
Dean chuckled, “Yeah no I got that part. I mean, I guess I didn’t realize that you danced. You didn’t seem like the type is all.”
“And what type do I seem like?” Castiel asked, looking a little offended.
“No offense dude, it’s just, I would’ve pictured you spending all your time in a library.”
“Well, people aren’t always what they look like.” Castiel responded, looking back down at his feet.
“Yeah…” Dean glanced over at his brother and Jess, who were watching him and obviously ready to leave. He held up a finger at them, asking them for one more minute.
He looked back down at Castiel, who was still looking at his feet. “Hey, you got a cell phone.”
Castiel gave him a look. “Yes, of course.”
There was a pause of them just kind of looking at each other. “Can I see it?” Dean broke the silence.
Cas reached over into his dufflebag and pulled out his phone, putting it into Dean’s outstretched palm. Dean quickly added himself to Castiel’s contacts and handed him the phone.
“You better use that,” he said in a mock stern voice, pointing finger at him. Castiel responded with stunned silence.
Dean turned and started walking away. He heard Castiel say a quiet “okay” and threw a grin at him over his shoulder.
“Come on guys.” He said to Jess and Sam who were giggling to themselves.
In the car, Sam was obviously curious, as was Jess, but at least she was subtle about it. Finally, after waiting to see if Dean would say anything and seeing that he wasn’t going to, Sam broke.
“So…?” He asked.
“So what?” Dean asked shortly.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Who was that?”
“A guy that goes to my school. I didn’t realize he was a dancer.” Dean responded.
“Oh he’s not a dancer,” Jess said, “Well, I mean, he is a dancer, but he’s actually a figure skater. He dances for his technique and musicality and stuff.”
Dean raised his eyebrows at the new information while Sam asked, “Really?”
“Yeah totally, you didn’t know? I guess he’s some superstar too. Like, Olympic level guys. I’m surprised that you didn’t know that Dean, if you two are classmates.” Jess said.
“Well, he kind of keeps to himself at school.” Dean said.
After that the subject of conversation changed to some teacher that both Sam and Jess hated, leaving Dean to think about the beautiful blue-eyed boy who had some secret life. When they arrived at the house, Sam and Jess hopped out and went to work on their school project without another word about Castiel.
