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A Very Supernatural twist on a High School twist on a Shakespearean Classic

Part 2/3: Weekend At Bobby's Bookstore

"If I were Sam Winchester, where would I be on a Saturday afternoon?" Becky pondered with Damien and Barnes as she paced her bedroom the day after the football game. The boys were sitting on her pink bed, cuddling on top of a pile of pillows, as usual.

"A barber?" Barnes suggested.

"Babe, she wants to find him, not hide from him."

"Ha, fair enough."

"You two are useless. What about… like, the comic book store?" Becky was trying to get back on track.

Damien gasped. "No! But close! That little cult bookstore that just opened downtown- that place screams Sam Winchester."

"Perfect, ugh Damien I love you. So you guys are coming with me, right?"

They exchanged a pained look and then simultaneously burst out laughing. "Oh honey, no. This is your own little mess," Barnes replied.

"Useless!" she said as she ushered the boyfriends out of her house and started walking downtown alone.

Sam Winchester was, in fact, lounging on a comfy chair in the far corner of Singer's Emporium of Weird. The inside was a maze of tall shelves, all lined with frayed hard cover spines that had faded titles like "Beljoxa's Eye" and "Malleus Maleficarum". The lights were dim and the red and gold wallpaper was peeling from the walls. Becky didn't believe the place could possibly be new. It looked like a charming, chaotic mess.

She weaved through the rows of shelves until she reached the far side and saw Sam in the corner, face buried in a particularly large book. As she drew nearer, she could read the gold lettering on the front cover in his hands.

"Hecate? No way! There was totally a Buffy episode about her!"

Sam looked up from his book. "A what?"

"Buffy episode. Buffy the vampire slayer?!" No response. Nothing. "You've never seen Buffy?" She was almost offended, she couldn't believe it. "Kill yourself."

But Sam wasn't really in a suicidal mood, so he returned to his book.

"Umm, yeah." Clearly time to try this introduction again. "Sam, right? I'm Becky, we have bio together." She extended a hand.

"Hey… Becky…" He shook her hand but wasn't quite sure what to do with her next.

"Wow, not much of a talker, are you?"

"That depends on the topic. Biology doesn't really whip me into a verbal frenzy," Sam snapped sarcastically.

"Oh, right, well, I actually thought we could talk about, uh…" she considered all the things they could talk about. Gay men? Probably not. Obviously not Buffy or bio class. Supernatural creatures were the clear winners. She opened her mouth but Sam interrupted.

"I don't even know you," he said.

"That's exactly why you should take me out on a date!" Becky flailed her arms and tried to sound excited about it.

It didn't work. Sam just looked at his book with an expression that said 'no darling, I don't know when she's going to leave us alone in peace." Then his expression turned into an 'I don't know! What am I supposed to do?'

Oh God, this kid is having a mental conversation with his book. I'm out.

Sam was pleased to see her go. He slouched deeper into his armchair and nuzzled up with the loved, crinkly pages of the book.

Becky stepped out into the fresh air and promptly pulled out her phone.

"Barnesy, the next time you and Damien come up for air, call me back, okay? I know you don't want to, but seriously need help with this guy," she said to his voicemail.

"We know what you're trying to do with Sam Winchester," a voice said behind her.

"Ahhhmygod," Becky shrieked in surprise when Balthazar and Castiel snuck up behind her. "Oh," she sounded relieved, "Balthazar… hey."

"And we wish to help you," Cas continued.

"With… Sam…? Why?"

"See, the situation here is that my man, Cas, has a major jones for Dean Winchester."

"What is it with this guy? He have chocolate flavored testicles or something?"

"Excuse me?" Cas said, ready to defend Dean's honor.

Balthazar held him back. "Cas' love is pure. Purer than say, Lisa Braeden."

"But I always heard Dean was straight…"

"No one's sure, actually. I just know he had a Jared Leto poster in his gym locker all sophomore year. So if he's not harboring some same sex tendencies, he's kidding himself," Balthazar said. "Anyway, we set this whole thing up so Cas could get the guy. Cas. Lisa's just a pawn."

"Fair enough," she shrugged. "So you guys are gonna help me tame the bizarre beast, huh?"

The three kids wandered the streets of downtown Lawrence, discussing possible ways for Becky to hook up with the younger Winchester brother. They grabbed some coffee to go and walked another block to Harvelle's Records for the replacement sax reeds Balthazar wouldn't shut up about.

They were greeted with the harsh clattering of jingle bells attached to the glass door and the disinterested 'hey' from the mullet clad employee behind the counter. Rumor had it, Ash always got a few laughs by taking pictures of any noobs who tripped over the vintage Ludwig 4-piece death trap at the entrance. Cas stepped lightly until he was clear of the monstrous drum set. Becky bee-lined to the racks of sheet music, and started flipping through to the good flute stuff; Balthazar was immediately debating with Ash over the best reed thickness; and Cas was indulging his curiosity, following the pleasant guitar melody coming from the end of the long row of  Fenders, Gibsons and Alvarez. That man was making art with the black and amber Fender Strat in his arms.

Not a man. Dean.

If he gets any more perfect, I might explode, Castiel thought over the sound of his heartbeat throbbing through his head.

He was very surprised indeed when he found his body still intact after Dean started singing. Cas didn't even comprehend the words coming out of Dean's mouth at first, he was too mesmerized by the rough, liquid quality of the voice. And then Cas started to notice some of the words.
…this dance
Tell me all the things you can
I just want to sing a song with you
I just want to be the one that's true
Cause blue eyes, you're the secret I keep
Blue eye-

"Cas!" Dean said with a hint of embarrassment when he looked up and saw Castiel just standing there. "Heh, personal space, man…"

"Sorry," Cas said, taking a step back. "You're really talented."

"Ehhh," he said, hanging the guitar back in its place, "nothing special. Sammy's the real star in the family."

Cas watched Dean gently trail his fingers along his dream guitar and then it dawned on him. "You… don't think you deserve to be praised."

"Huh? Uh, nah, I just, I…" Dean was stammering. It was like Castiel's piercing eyes were looking through him, past the pretty face and popularity, and into a part of the real Dean Winchester he thought he'd buried away somewhere deep. This was getting intense-shallow felt so much more comfortable for him. He had to change the subject, quickly. "Hey that reminds me- Sam's play is tonight. Tell me you're going."

"That's tonight?" Cas hadn't heard anything about it. He just knew Dean was inviting him to another event- for the second night in a row.

"Yeah, shitty publicity, I know. That's why I'm trying to spread the word around to everybody."

"Oh, yes of course." He hoped the disappointment hadn't shown in his voice.

"Awesome. I can always count on you," Dean said, holding the door open for Cas. He didn't even realize he had been moving until he stepped out into the sunshine with Dean.

At the same moment, Lisa and her eight year old brother, Ben, were exiting the boutique down the street. It didn't take her long to spot Dean up ahead.

"Oh my God, get out of site," she said, shoving the kid into the bakery. "I'll pick you up later." She clip-clopped towards Dean as fast as her 4-inch heels would allow.

"Dean," she said with a smile when she caught him.

Right here, Castiel thought.

"Oh hey Lisa, what's up?" Dean put an arm around her waist. …And starting to feel awkward.

"Nothing, trying on some outfits, running into a good looking guy," she giggled. "Basically having a terrific Saturday. What are you doing?"

"I was, um, on my way to pick up Sam from Singer's. Gotta get him to his call time… on time…"

"Perfect, I was just heading over there myself," she sweetly lied. "Oh Castiel. You're here."


"God," she said, stopping Dean to look at him, considering his features. "You look so sexy with your hair pushed back," she said as she ran her fingers through his hair. Dean flashed a cheesy smile. "Castiel, doesn't he look sexy with his hair pushed back?"


"Ha! Mean Girls, right?" Dean laughed, oblivious.

"I should really go find my friends, I sort of ditched them back at Harvelle's." Cas excused himself.

"Some guys are such stick-in-the-muds," Lisa said before linking her arm with Dean's and walking away with her prize.

Becky and Balthazar found Cas on the park bench in front of Harvelle's, his head in his hands. "There you are," Balthazar said. "What happened to you?"

"It's off," he said quietly.

"What's off?" Balthazar sat next to Cas and put his arm around his shoulder.

"This. All of this. Becky you can just forget about Sam."

"What's this about?" Becky asked, sitting down on Cas' other side.

"He never wanted me, he wants her." He buried his face further.

"Do you like him?"

Cas turned his sad, blue eyes on Becky. "Do you like him?" She put an emphasis on every word. "Is he worth all this trouble?"

"I thought he was but…"

"Well he either is or he isn't. First of all, Lisa Braeden doesn't have half the heart you have. Secondly, don't ever let anyone, ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. Go for it."

Becky Rosen: broken heart slayer. Has a nice ring, she thought.

Becky absently twirled a single long-stem red rose around the fingers of her right hand, careful to avoid the thorns. She felt ridiculous even thinking about giving Sam a flower after that night's performance, but Castiel had insisted. She sat, disinterested, with her cheek digging into her other fist and her feet tapping impatiently on the auditorium seat in front of her.

Dean leaned against the doorway at the back of the theater, clearly looking for someone. When Lisa and her cheerleading posse arrived a few minutes later, she ditched her friends and dragged Dean into a pair of empty seats at the back.

Castiel had arrived a little too early that evening and decided to kill the extra time upstairs in the AV booth with Anna and Rachel, who were in charge of the lighting and sound for the show, respectively. His heart sank when he saw Dean and Lisa enter together and he decided to stay up in the booth for the whole show. He tried not to think about the two of them sitting there together, but then he started thinking about not thinking about them, which got him thinking about them again. The play started and Castiel didn't even notice.

"Finafuckinglly," Becky said under her breath when the curtain rose, 4 minutes late according to her watch.

Dean was already smiling like an idiot.

Lisa liked to think it was because she was tracing his forearm with her finger.
It wasn't.

"Earth to Castiel," Anna said, nudging his arm out of her way. "Snap out of it. Rachel and I have a job to do." Cas apologized and obediently spent the next hour and a half completely focused on the play.

Only when the closing curtain fell and the crowd started clapping, did Becky remember that she was in a school auditorium full of people. She closed her mouth, which had been hanging open for God knows how long, picked up the rose she didn't remember dropping to the floor, and tried to steady her breathing. It wasn't her fault, though. Sam Winchester was just so good. He was unreal. And when he stepped up for his final bow, the only person cheering louder than Becky was Dean.

"Dean." His clapping drowned out Lisa's voice. "Dean! Dean. Dean. Dean." The curtain closed for the final time as she started poking him in the ribs.

"Oh hey Lisa," casually like he'd forgotten she was there.

"What are you doing after this?"

"I dunno, prolly getting my little William Holden home, unless he wants to go to a cast party or something."

"I thought his name was …Sam ...Winchester." Lisa was genuinely confused.

"I was kidding. He was the George Gibbs in the 1940s movie."

"Who was?"

"…William Holden." Dean saw Lisa's eyes glaze over. "You know, William Holden! He was also Larrabee in Sabrina! With Audrey Hepburn!"

"Whatever you say. Listen, I need to go have a chat with someone. But don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."

"Freshman," Lisa addressed Becky when Dean was out of earshot. "You're taking Sam out tonight- to his cast party, to get ice cream, to some sort of geek fest satanic ritual, whatever. But he has plans tonight and they're with you, got it?" She stuffed the fifty bucks into Becky's free hand. Lisa turned dramatically, whipping her hair around. But when she looked, Dean was gone.

Dean wandered out in the busy hallway while he waited for Lisa. Everyone else poured out of the theater, discussing their opinions, making plans for later, hugging goodbye. Dean thanked his teammates that came out to support his brother. And then he bumped into Castiel.

"Hey, you made it! I looked around for you, but didn't see ya in there," Dean said.

"Yeah, I was up in the tech booth the whole time. Which reminds me! I brought your sweatshirt with me tonight… but I forgot it in the AV office. I can go get it if you have a minute." Dean agreed and Cas started fumbling around in his pocket for his keys.

"Castiel!" Cas looked up at a frantic Rachel. "Anna and I seriously need your help resetting some of this equipment."

Cas glanced back and forth between Dean and Rachel, finally deciding to be a responsible president and help his club members. "Here," he said, placing his keys in Dean's hand. "You can go grab it so you don't have to wait on me. Just bring the keys back when you're done. I'll be here." He followed Rachel back to the tech booth as Dean headed down the deserted hallway.

Dean legitimately had no idea when Lisa Braeden started following him.

He unlocked the metal door and flipped the light switch. The lights flickered in the small space before settling on a steady, fluorescent glow. Dean's sweatshirt was sitting, delicately folded, on a pile of loose wires and irrelevant circuit boards. He picked it up and couldn't help holding it to his chest for a moment. It had never smelled so… clean before.

"There you are," Lisa said from the doorway.

"Hey, sorry, just came to pick up…" Dean showed her the sweatshirt.

"Dean, you need to be losing clothes, not finding them." She closed the door behind her as she advanced on him. She pushed him onto the leather love seat before pulling the little piece of black lace fabric she called a shirt up over her head and shoulders. She climbed onto the couch with him, straddling his lap. The couch groaned in discomfort.

Dean swallowed hard and stared stupidly at the boobs in his face. He would have been lying if he said he wasn't at least mildly aroused.

"Dean," she whispered, running the back of her fingernails across his cheek, "this has been the best day of my life." She closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss him. She would have done it, too, if the deafening sound of gravity, as it introduced two speakers to a tiled floor, hadn't interrupted the moment.

Castiel stood in the doorway, not sure if he was surprised, heartbroken, or pissed off. His expression managed to convey all three.

Dean pushed Lisa away from his body, and he blindly felt around on the floor for Lisa's shirt, never taking his eyes off Castiel. His fingers finally found the lacy little thing and he threw it at her. He broke eye contact with Cas just long enough to look at her and say "…should go." Lisa unceremoniously pulled her shirt back on and left with a wink and one last "Ruby's house tonight- see you in a bit."

"Well? You heard her, you better get going," Cas said numbly after she was gone.

"Cas, it wasn't what it…"

"What? Looked like? So you weren't turning my office into a den of iniquity?"

"Please, just sit down."

"No. Give me back my keys and go."

"I'm not giving you your damn keys until you sit – down." He poked the empty leather cushion next to him for extra emphasis.

Cas' bike and house keys were on that key ring. He begrudgingly sat down next to Dean, but refused to look at him. That alone worried Dean.

"Have you always been this selfish?" Cas asked after a long, tense silence.

Dean stared at his feet. "…Yes," he admitted in his smallest voice.

"You know, just because you're beautiful doesn't mean you can treat people like they don't matter. I really liked you. I defended you when people called you conceited. I learned Latin for you. I gave everything for you, and this is what you give to me?"

Dean didn't know what to say. There was only one thing he wanted to give Cas, and only one way he knew to respond. He placed a gentle hand on Cas' far cheek and guided the whole head to turn toward him. Then, as fast as Dean's muscles could react, his hand was around the nape of Cas' neck, fingers laced into the soft, short hair there, pulling Cas close until their lips collided.

Cas couldn't fight Dean's soft, commanding lips- he only wanted to give in to them. The angry tension in Castiel's body surrendered to the sudden rush of euphoria filling him, head to soul. He started to kiss Dean back.

Dean didn't realize how much he'd wanted this. Potentially years worth of unexplored frustration manifested in his mouth and arms, stomach and cock. He tightened his grip on the chunk of Castiel's hair. His other hand reached up until the rough pad of his thumb met the smooth cartilage of Cas' ear.

Cas' whole body seized for a quick instant and he let out a soft groan before kissing Dean back with more force.

The tip of Dean's experienced tongue started playing at Castiel's lips, and Cas let him in. Dean slipped his tongue into the hot, wet cavern of Castiel's mouth. Cas placed his right hand on Dean's left shoulder, desperately pulling at flannel as he gripped the deltoid. A spark passed between them.

Dean pulled away, eyes wide. Cas, delirious, sat motionless, keeping his eyes shut until he was sure that Dean was really done. Dean pushed himself up from the leather seat and without saying a word, picked up his sweatshirt and left. He didn't want Castiel to see the huge smile taking over his face, and he didn't need to look at Cas to see his matching expression.

Sam exited the backstage area, looking sad and lost when his brother wasn't in sight. A starry eyed Becky found him instead.

"If you're going to ask me out again, please just get it over with," he said to her.

"Sam…" she breathed. She put a hand on his chest and closed her eyes while she felt the body under her fingers. "You were… wonderful…" she said, eyes still closed.

"Becky, can you please stop touching me?" She shook her head.

"Ok," he said, removing her hand and taking her by the shoulders, "what's this all about?" She finally opened her eyes.

"I didn't even… I can't even… Sam, you were exceptional tonight."

The corners of his mouth twitched upward into an almost smile. "Thanks."

"Oh, here, I- ow! Dammit!" she sliced her palm on a rose thorn. Sam quickly pulled a wad of gauze from his pocket, gently took her wrist, and put pressure on the cut.

"Are you like, a doctor in real life, too?"

Sam chuckled. "Nah, my brother and I just end up hurting ourselves a lot. I started carrying around a small pharmacy in my pockets a long time ago."

Becky bit her lip and watched Sam smooth a band-aid down onto the palm of her hand.

"Thank you," she said. "And this little menace is for you." She handed him the rose.

"Good," he said, accepting it, "because I was going to take it from you, regardless. Clearly this flower is pretty dangerous."

"Sammy!" called out a very excited Dean Winchester.

"That's your brother?" Becky asked, looking at the tall boy approaching them.

"Yeah, Becky, this is Dean. Dean, Becky," Sam introduced when Dean was close enough.

"You're… not what I pictured," Becky said as she shook his hand, momentarily replacing Dean's elated mood with confusion.

"Excuse us for a sec," Dean said, pulling his little brother aside. "So. You two gonna…" Dean smirked and nodded towards Becky.

"Dean, gross," Sam whined.

"What?! You're young! And alive! She's cute and obviously likes you. Dayenu!" Dean clapped him on the back. "Not taking no for an answer, Sammy. Time for you to get out there." He pushed Sam back towards Becky.

Sam threw a bitchface in Dean's direction, but he just waved back. "I'm headin' home, so call me later if you need a ride!" Then Dean left, whistling his way to the parking lot.

Sam shifted his feet. "So, now what?"

"I dunno, do you have a cast party or something tonight?"

"Parties," he said uncomfortably, "aren't really my thing."

"Mine neither," she admitted. "We could do a non-party. Ice cream, maybe?" Sam agreed to that idea.

Becky insisted on feeding Sam a spoonful of her Monkey on the Sun after his disgusted reaction to the description. The combination of cinnamon, Red Hot chunks, chocolate swirl and ice cream surprised him. A piece of Red Hot burned on his tongue and made his chocolate chips look boring in comparison.

"Told you," she said as she watched him enjoy it.

They sat on a bench under the stars and ate the rest of their ice cream. "What next?" Sam asked, long after they'd both finished.

"You could show me around Singer's if it's still open. I'd never been in there before today, but the place looked pretty awesome."

The door was locked when they reached the bookstore, but the lights were on. Becky was ready to leave, but Sam started knocking.

"Sam," Bobby said, opening the door a minute later.

"Hey Bobby, mind if we hang out for a while?"

"Sure, no problem, son," Bobby said, letting the kids into the store.

"Oook," Sam said, leading her down the first row of books. "This is the place for mythology. The Greek stuff is down this row, but Bobby has literally everything, from Abenaki to Zulu."

He weaved Becky through the shelves of books, describing all the sections, picking up books that interested her, stopping to discuss their views on various monster legends as they came up.

"Isn't this place new? How do you already know it like the back of your hand?"

Sam shrugged. "It's been open for a few weeks already, and I've been spending a lot of time here."

"That's for damn sure," Bobby said gruffly from his armchair behind the counter, "and it'll be 4 weeks on Thursday."

Becky giggled. Sam led her away from the eavesdropping owner and to his favorite spot in the back. She sat on the couch and he pulled out a fascinating book on Tulpas that he wanted to show her. And thus began their two and a half hour conversation. They were impressed by each others' knowledge, charmed by each others' geekiness, challenged by each others' wit and stubbornness. Soon Becky was cuddling up against him, jabbing a finger at a picture in the book in his hands, arguing her point.

She's so cute when she thinks she's right, he thought.

"Fine," she said, "go on being wrong. Should we just agree to disagree?"
He shook her hand in agreement. Their hands lingered.

"Tell me about you, Sam. Like, why do you always hang out here alone? Why do I never see outside of school? Or in school?" He felt accused and the panic showed on his face. "It's just that," she tried to make it sound less offensive, "you're such an amazing guy… why do you hide it?"

Sam scratched the back of his head, debating the best thing to tell her. She had proved herself to be pretty cool already, so he figured he'd go with the truth. He stammered around an explanation for a while, trying to find the right words to say.
"Jessica Moore was my best friend as a kid." Becky interrupted him with a gasp. "So you remember her? The accident in the fourth grade?" Becky nodded, small and quiet.
"If I didn't have such terrible aim back then… if the basketball hadn't landed in the street…" He sighed.

"You can't blame yourself, Sam. It never mattered to anybody what she was doing out in the street, I don't think many people even know. It was the guy in the yellow hotrod doing 60 in a fucking school zone that was at fault."

"I know, I know… I guess I just never got over it. It's been hard for me to get close to anyone since." This is enough emotional carnage, he thought, seriously time to change the subject. "So tell me something about you."

"Oh Sam," she said, rubbing her eye to stop the tear trying to form there. "I'm so sorry."

"It's ok," he assured her, placing a hand on her knee. "But make it something happy," he wiped the little tear from her other eye. "Like, what about the stuff you're always writing?"

"You don't want to read those... But I do have some art with me?" She pulled a small moleskine from her purse. "Ok, this early stuff is pretty old. Like, ha, here- Wendigo sitting down for tea with a Djinn," she giggled at herself, "Djinndigo, classic!"

"You, Becky Rosen, are the only girl I've ever known that even knows what those things are."

She smiled at the compliment and skimmed past the pages of gay men, touching each others' shoulders and staring at each other, thinking Sam wouldn't be interested in that kind of thing. He didn't really care one way or the other about the subject matter, but she was good and he could see the progression of her art as the pages flicked by.

Sam did care, however, when he saw his own name scribbled on one of the pages.
"Becky, what was that?"

She cringed. She'd forgotten that page was even in this book. "Nothing," she lied.
"I saw my name. What was it?"

She lied again and tried to stuff the sketchbook into her purse, but Sam wrestled it away from her.

"The hell is this?" he asked, staring at the words 10 Things I Hate About Sam Winchester.

"Sam, no, let me explain…" she frantically tried to stop him from reading any more, but it was too late.

"Explain what? Your colorful choice of adjectives to describe my hair or, um, maybe this one: #7 he's a bitter, self-righteous freak with no friends or social skills. There are only two things I'd like to know, Rebecca- why the hell you've been following me around all day," he slammed the book, "and what kind of pathetic social parasite spells skills with a z," he threw the book at her lap and stormed out.

A few minutes after Sam practically tore his front door off its hinges, Bobby cautiously wandered to the back of the store. He found a crying Becky slumped in his chair.

"Something the, uh, matter?" he ventured.

"Have you ever done something so stupid and irrelevant and it didn't even mean anything and it was a total accident but it really hurt somebody you care about?" She babbled through her tears.

He sat next to her. "I've dunna lotta things in my lifetime, and plenty that I regret. But I also know that nobody's ever done anything so bad, they can't be forgiven."

"Wanna bet?" she sniffled.

"Just talk to him. Sam's a pretty level headed kid. It'll be ok."

"Don't count on it," she said, standing to leave. "But thanks anyway, Mr. Singer."

"Bobby," he gently corrected. "And don't mention it. …Seriously. I have a reputation to uphold."

Sam was sitting on the bleachers the following Sunday morning, waiting for Dean's next soccer game to start. Cas was setting up his camera when Becky approached the field. He watched Sam Winchester look in her direction and then storm away to sit on the other side.

"What the hell happened, Becky? I thought the plan was working."

"What do you care? I thought you wanted out." She rolled her eyes.

"That was before he kissed me."

"No way!" She gushed with him about his awesome night before explaining the disastrous events of her own.

"Well, that's a tricky one," Cas sighed when she finished. "I think… you just need to make some big gesture. He's here right now, you could-" Cas told her to wait there, he'd be back in a minute. He had another 30 minutes before game time, so Cas sprinted up to the high school, dashing to the AV room.

He arrived back five minutes later, out of breath, arms full with a bunch of technical looking crap that scared the shit out of Becky- like, for example, the microphone in his left hand.

"Cas… what are you thinking?" she said in a terrified voice.

"You know Taylor Swift, right?"

"Yeah, but…" He shoved the mic and a sheet of lyrics at her, before turning knobs and plugging random things into the soccer field's sound system.

"Cas, no."

"Just start at the asterisk," he said, loading the Taylor Swift karaoke youtube video, "you'll be fine."

She looked at the handwritten star scribbled by the second verse. "I can't do this."

"Yes you can," he said. He gave her one last look of confidence before hitting play 1:12 into the song and turning on her microphone. "Go get him." He pushed her out of the sound booth.

Both soccer teams stopped in the middle of their drills to look around for the source of the Taylor Swift guitar music. Becky shook like a leaf. Her cue was coming up. She steadied her feet and determinately put the mic up to her face.

"I like the way your hair falls in your face," she nervously squeaked out. She stopped and gave a Cas a desperate look. He urged her on.

"I've never been so wrapped up, honey, I like the way you're everything I ever wanted." She started believing the words coming out of her mouth, like Taylor had written this song just for her. She slowly got more into it.

"I had time to think it o-over," she was really singing now. "And all I can say is come closer. Take a deep breath and jump then fall into me. Cause every time you smile, I smile, and every time you shine, I shine for you."

She sang the chorus, eyes across the field, locked on Sam. She danced her way through the instrumental break. Then she stopped to fling her arms wide in time with the music. In that moment, she swore she was Taylor Swift.

"The bottom's gonna drop out from under your feet, I'll catch you, I'll catch you. When people say things that bring you to your knees, I'll catch you. The time is gonna come when you're so mad, you could cry. But I'll hold you through the night until you smile. Woah, I need you baby…"

The refs and coaches, who had just concluded their meeting, came running toward the soccer field at the sound of the commotion.

"Don't be afraid please-" Two of the refs apprehended Becky, turned off her microphone and escorted her from the field to the sound of lingering Taylor instrumentals and a roaring cheer from the soccer teams. The freshman who knew her name led the guys in a "Becky Swift" chant. She smiled as she left the field, despite Sam Winchester not coming after her.

Dean watched Sam remain motionless on the bleachers. "Wow," he said when he reached his little brother on the sidelines. "That was kick ass. What are doing just sitting here? Girl gets kicked out of a soccer game for serenading you, you go after her."

"Girl insults every fiber of your being, you don't," he said bitterly.

"Oh man up, Sam. She clearly likes you."

"Uh, she made a list of reasons why she doesn't like me, actually."

"K… but she just sang a song about liking you… in front of a lotta strangers. I can't believe you're going to let her walk away like this! She put her dignity on the line for you, the least you can do is go talk to the girl."

Sam knew Dean was right, and he followed Becky off the field.

"That was really… something," he said, catching up to her.

"Sam! I'm so sorry about that stupid list," she apologized as she turned to look at him. "I wrote it in like, 7th grade because my best friend had the biggest crush on you and he was miserable that he couldn't be with you. I didn't even mean any of those things. I was just trying to help him get over you."

"Oh-" He wasn't expecting that.

"And it didn't even matter because Damien moved to town a few months later and they've been in love ever since."

"Wow." He didn't know how to process this information.

"I'm really sorry," she said again.

Sam gave her a small smile, bordering on forgiveness. "Great dance moves, by the way," he said sarcastically.

"Oh God," Becky blushed.

"Yeah, never gonna let you live that one down," he said, laughing and wrapping an arm around her back.

Sam and Becky walked back downtown for a Sunday afternoon of intellectual conversation, full of flirtation and forgiveness. They caught a horror movie matinee and then spent the rest of the day at Bobby's, lost in their own dimly lit little corner of the world.

Dean ran up to Cas at the end of the shutout game. "Man, you full on rebelled against, like, the AV 'Code'. That was awesome! And thanks for helping out Sam and his little girlfriend." Before Dean could say any more, his teammates grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him away to celebrate the victory.

Cas smiled. "Anytime."
Title: The Taming of Sam Winchester
Chapter: 2/3 Weekend At Bobby's Bookstore
Summary: Supernatural High School AU based on the film 10 Things I Hate About You & Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew.
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Becky

Part 1: [link]
Part 3: [link]


The characters are Kripke's. The plot belongs to William Shakespeare (who is either proud... or turning over in his grave) and Touchstone Pictures. Many, many lines are also directly stolen from these sources, as well as others, including Mean Girls. "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known." Chuck Palahniuk (Invisible Monsters)
ViridianTruth Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2011
"In that moment, she swore she was Taylor Swift."

There are not words for all the ways I'm enjoying this. Oh my god.
Toug23 Featured By Owner May 23, 2011

This is fantastic. Everything is here! Your writing is lovely, you're very talented! I forgot to write you feedback on the first part, but let me tell you it was awesome. I just adore the concept and everything in this story is perfect!

Now, the kiss had me dying. It was perfect :D Thank you for this marvelous story and please, I am begging you to continue and to post the ending soon! :D

Improbability32 Featured By Owner May 17, 2011
I really enjoy the update. Looking forward to more!
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