Title: You Think Youâre Tough
Author: preciousmish and deanneedsyou
Artist: koisocks
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: no archive warnings apply, high school au, 10 things i hate about you au, fake dating, romantic comedy, profanity, underage drinking, homophobic language
Posting Date: 11/20/2017
Summary:  Mere months from graduating, Castiel Novak is desperate to escape Seattle. Life in the Emerald City can be unbearable for someone subjected to the torment of Robert Thompson High School and its vapid students, among them Castielâs social sell-out younger sister Jessica Moore and the conceited Tyson Brady. Cas and his only friend, Gilda, have navigated Thompsonâs tedium as Out and Proud⢠social outcasts ever since the end of their Freshman year. Too busy reading queer manifestos, protesting evil corporationsâ push for economic globalization, saving the bees, and battling the Patriarchy one English paper at a time, his foster mom Sheriff Jody Millsâ strict no-dating policy - an endless source of agony for Jess - has never bothered Cas.
Everything changes when Sam Winchester returns to Seattle for a fresh start, promising himself to keep his nose down and salvage his relationship with his older brother Dean. That is, until he catches sight of the lovely Jessica. Sam enlists the help of his new friend Charlie Bradbury and the two of them concoct a dubious plan. First: find someone who can convince the hostile Castiel Novak to go on a date with him (provided with sufficient financial incentive), someone like Dean, who isnât even on speaking terms with Sam. Then, trick someone flush with cash but low on brains into sponsoring their little scheme - someone like Tyson Brady, who also happens to want Jess for himself. Simple, right? The course of love never did run smooth.
(A Dean/Cas reimagining of Ten Things I Hate About You)
âTwo waters, please,â Cas said, breathing hard.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean glimpsed Casâ sideways glance. Surprised recognition morphed into displeasure and Dean brought his glass back to his lips to hide his smirk, keeping his gaze fixed on Benny while he made up drinks.
âWhat is this, another ambush?â
Dean pretended to not hear him, lightly bobbing his head to the music.
Louder, Cas asked,âWell? Why are you stalking me, Winchester?â
Momentarily thrown off-balance by the use of his last name, Dean recovered quickly and frowned, cracking an eye open towards the other guy. âDo you mind? Youâre kinda ruining this for me.â He waved indistinctly in the air.
Cas narrowed his eyes, radiating hostility. âYouâre not surrounded by the usual cloud of fumes.â
âI quit.â Dean shrugged. âApparently smoking kills.â
âReally?â His scrutiny gave way to genuine surprise.
Dean smiled to himself, silently thanking Sammy for the tip. âWell, I better head out before I miss Smells Like Queer Spirit. Pretty exciting to see Freeman back in his hometown.â Flicking down a few bills from his wallet and winking at Benny, he abruptly stood up and headed into the crowd, leaving Cas gaping behind him. Internally he counted, one, two,
âNo way do you listen to Pansy Division,â Cas called out, decisively.
âSurprised?â He cleared his throat, turning around. Cas had snatched his waters from the counter and was trailing behind Dean. âYou know, I was watching you out there before and youâve got some pretty sexy moves.â Cas looked more confounded than ever, so Dean pressed in earnest, âCome to Romanâs Party with me.â
Cas tilted his head, calculating. âYou donât take rejection too well, do you?â
Dean sucked in a breath. âIs that what this is? Youâre rejecting me?â Not for the first time, he wished heâd gotten the genetics for the puppy dog pout instead of Sam.
Cas didnât answer immediately, so Dean clasped his hands around Casâ shoulders and pleaded, âJust one date. If Iâm as bad as you seem to think, just kick me to the curb. I wonât even ask for my jacket back.â He fought the urge to wink, wagering that it would do more harm than good with this guy.
Casâ mouth quirked, an almost-smile.
âIs that a yes?â Dean tried.
âNo.â Cas stared over Deanâs shoulder towards the stage, stubborn.
Deanâs brow furrowed. âSo, was that a no?â
Cas looked at him sidelong now, smirking. âNo.â He shrugged off Deanâs hands, which were still clutching at his shoulders, and pushed past him to rejoin Gilda.
âIâll see you at nine!â Dean hollered after him.
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