(In which Dean and Castiel haven’t met yet).
Dean wanted to get out of here as fast as he could. While it was true that he liked partying, masquerade balls surely weren’t his thing.
Sam had taken one look at where the next hunt was gonna take them and had started spouting a hundred excuses as to why he couldn’t go. So, it had been left to Dean the arduous task of finding a demon at this horrible place. The ball wasn’t that much different from hell, he thought.
The hunter took another sip from his drink and pressed his back to the edge of the bar’s top. He saw himself on the mirrors across the room, the black mask tightly fitted against his face, hiding the top half of his face. He did look pretty good in that black tux, he had to admit.
His eyes scanned the room, looking for anything suspicious that might reveal the demon to him.
“Have you come here by yourself?”
A new, feminine voice interrupted him from his train of thoughts. Dean turned towards the voice, finding himself face to face with a masked redhead.
“I am,” he answered, pressing the cold of his glass to his lips once more.
A deep blue mask covered her face, leaving only her eyes and lips visible. Her long, flowy dress was of the same color. Red locks of hair framed her face, falling softly on her bare shoulders.
Then it dawned on Dean that confessing that he was alone probably wasn’t the wisest thing to say to a stranger. What if she was the demon?
“Then you have no reason to be here by yourself.” She smiled slightly. “Care for a dance?”
“I don’t-“ But before he could argue, she had gripped his wrist and dragged him back to the dance floor.
Sighing, he reluctantly put his hand on the girl’s waist as she put hers on his shoulder. She hadn’t even let him finish his drink. But, he supposed, he might as well try to have some fun if he was going to be stuck here for the next few hours. He might even end up dancing with the demon.
A new song started and he let the girl guide him to the beat of the music.
An hour passed by in a blur.
Song after song. Partner after partner. Dean danced and danced, the alcohol blurring his thoughts slightly. Why he’d ever thought masquerade balls weren’t his thing, he had no idea. His feet glided over the white marble floors, his lips tugged upwards in the ghost of a smile.
He hadn’t found the demon yet, but he still had time.
Castiel liked mingling with humans. They were fun to hang out with, with their weird antics and dangerous ideas. So when a demon case sprung up right in the middle of one of their big cities, he had been the first to ask for it.
This party was quite different from the rest he had attended. In this one, he was required to hide his identity with a white mask over the top half of his face. He was fine with that, he loved mimicking the human’s behavior.
He had also discovered he wasn’t bad at dancing. Sure, he still stumbled and stepped on other people’s toes, but he could follow pretty well.
After dancing for some time, the angel decided he wanted to take a break for a little while.
But as he was about to step away from the crowd, his feet got stuck on something and he fell face-first to the floor.
Or, he would have, if someone hadn’t caught him by the arm.
Sighing with relief, he looked up at his savior. He encountered green eyes surrounded by a black mask.
“Thank you, sir Winchester.”
“No problem.” The man pulled the angel back to his feet and took his hand back.
The angel’s skin tingled where the stranger’s hand had been.
Any normal person would have turned and walked away. But, for some reason, Castiel found himself drawn to the man. And it seemed the stranger felt the same way, because he made no move to leave.
“And what’s your name?” Those green eyes gleamed with interest.
“I have no name,” the angel answered.
“Really?” He moved a step closer. “Then let me call you mine for a dance or two.”
The angel could only nod as he followed Sir Winchester back to the dance floor.
A soft song started to play, one that spoke about a love that could live through space and time.
Castiel put his hand on the man’s shoulder and felt as the stranger laid a hand on his waist, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched. Castiel followed the stranger’s steps, their foreheads almost touching.
He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.
Somehow, even though he just met the man, he felt as if he belonged.
So I’m joining this year’s Suptober a bit late, and this didn’t come out as I wanted it to, but I had fun writing it. I wanted them to kiss, but I feel that it would’ve been too forced. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: the “I have no name” dialogue isn’t mine, it’s from Assassin’s Blade by Sarah J. Maas.
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