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When Cas heard the rumble of a motorbike drawing up beside him, he set his mouth in a grim line and marched forward, refusing to even turn his head.
“Hey Clarence?”
Cas stopped and turned to face Meg. She idled the bike and flashed him a sly smile. Her dark hair was wild around her face, her eyes carefully outlined in a cat’s eye. Today she was wearing a black military jacket and pleather pants tucked into studded boots. Gabe said Meg was bad news, but she was the only one in Lawrence that reminded him of his friends back home.
“My name is Castiel," he said, his voice gravelly with irritation. He turned and started walking.
“Wait! Hey, you wanna ride to school?”
“No.”
“You sure? I think I saw Raphael a couple blocks back. I know he’s been hassling you. “
Castiel stopped and squinted at Meg suspiciously. This was not the first time Meg had approached him. A few weeks ago she’d followed him into the boy’s bathroom and tried to kiss him. Meg gave him an innocent smile.
“It’s just a ride. I promise. No funny business. I swear, I really did see Raphael.”
Cas shifted, considering. Meg gave him another encouraging grin.
“Fine.”
Cas climbed on the back the bike and folded his arms around her.
“Hold on.” Meg said, laughing, and gunned the engine. Reflexively, Cas tightened his arms around her, and she wiggled back against him. He couldn’t help but smile. When she'd pressed him against the bathroom stall, he'd told her it wasn’t personal and that he was pretty sure he was asexual. She’d backed off after that, but clearly hadn’t given up entirely. Castiel liked Meg, and even though he wasn’t interested, it was nice to be wanted. He just didn’t want to lead her on.
Cas loved Meg’s bike. He loved speed. It made him feel like he was flying. When Meg glanced back and saw his blinding smile, she sped up with a whoop and Cas broke into rumbling laughter behind her. He looked down and saw a ‘666’ tattooed on the curve of her ass, revealed by the gap in her leather pants as she leaned forward on the bike…and the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Nice tattoo.”
“Which one?” she flung back in the wind.
“666”.
“Oh, yeah. I got that one for Crowley.”
Cas was still smiling when they pulled up to school.
“So I just did you a favor…” Meg asked, clearly fishing for confirmation.
“Yes.” Castiel acknowledged reluctantly.
“So how’s about you do me one? Go to prom with me.”
“I don't want to go.”
“Why not? There’s dancing. You like dancing, right?”
Castiel gave her a shy glance. He did love dancing, though he had no idea how she knew that.
“Don’t bother denying it. You dance when you think no one can see you. “ Meg snickered. “When you’ve got your earbuds in and your eyes closed…”
Cas closed his eyes in resignation. “Maybe.”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll spike the punch bowl, I promise.”
“Why aren’t you going with Crowley?”
Meg looked away and then back.
“OK. Honesty time. My mom has all these great pictures of prom. It was like the best night of her life. She really wants me to go. It would make her happy. And she hasn’t had an easy year.” Meg stopped abruptly and took a breath. “Crowley and me,” she stopped again, as though searching for words. “We’ve been together a long time. But he doesn’t want to be exclusive.”
“Abby Dawn?”
She nodded. “Among others. And I’m ok with that. Mostly. But he won’t go to prom with me. Thinks it’s too lame. So I . . . I’d like to go with someone who’d make him…nervous.”
Castiel raised an eyebrow.
“You mean jealous.”
“Yeah, well, he takes me for granted. You must know how that feels.”
Castiel raised the other eyebrow.
“Your boytoy screws around too. Hell, he’s slept with half the girls in the sophomore class. ”
“My boytoy? Oh, you mean Dean. He’s not… we’re not…. I told you, I’m not interested in that kind of thing.”
Meg laughed and gave him a frank appraisal. “Well, he is. And I don’t believe you. I’ve seen the way you look at each other. You are totally into him. If you’re not doing something about it, it’s a damn shame.”
Castiel ducked his head and blushed.
“You think I would make him jealous?”
“Dean or Crowley?" Meg asked shrewdly, but Castiel just looked away, pink-cheeked. Meg laughed. "It might make Dean jealous, but I was aiming for Crowley."
"And you think bringing me will work?" Castiel raised a disbelieving eyebrow, with a wide gesture that encompassed his stained, shapeless trench coat.
"Well, you’re hotter than Crowley, for starters. Plus, everybody knows you got expelled for fighting from your last school. So you’re kinda a bad ass. So yeah. I think he’d go for it.”
“I’m sorry Meg, “ he said, “I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
“OK.” She said, looking a little sad, “If you change your mind…let me know. You’re really the only one I want to go with.”
Castiel just tilted his head at her, before he walked away.