Okay so I know I have other stories to update and they will be updated I promise but I have had no motivation to do so and a few new ideas kept jumping to mind. :')

Hope you enjoy :)

I rated this story M because of the how I think I wanna take this lol :D

"How's lover boy?" Dean asked without looking up from his magazine when he heard the door open as his overly tall little brother came home from college for the day.

"Grow up Dean." He shot back as he took his coat off. He was really getting tired of his brother's mockery.

"Ooh temper, temper, did you two have a lovers tiff." He said with a smirk knowing full well how much it annoying him.

"How many times Dean. Just because he's gay doesn't mean we're not capable of a normal friendship!" Sam shouting as he walked into the kitchen face red from anger, he was sick of the taunting. It wasn't funny or even amusing at the beginning but Sam could pass it off as brotherly banter, but its got to the point where its just down right rude and offensive. He's come to the conclusion that either Dean is a complete dick or he's secretly gay and is trying to hide it. Though unicorns seemed more believable than the latter, so Dean was just a dick.

"You're in denial." Sam rolled his eyes not wanting to get into this, yet again.

"You're such a jerk!" he shouted over his shoulder as he left the kitchen as fast as he entered it and went up stairs.

"Well you're a," Sam disappeared and Dean raised his voice for Sam to hear. "Could wait around 'till I say bitch, bitch." Sam stayed upstairs for hours and didn't resurface when the door bell rang and the smell of Chinese filled the small two bedroom house that instantly making the elder Winchester's mouth water. The delivery guy name was Ash, him and Dean went to the same high school, and he still sported that same old mullet. They chatted for a few minutes about random shit of no importance after Dean made sure Ash was coming over tomorrow Dean paid him and said his goodbyes before he retreated into the house and out of the cool night air. "Sam, get your ass down, here dinners ready."

"You don't cook!" Sam shouted from his room, which was true he didn't. Dean tried to heat soup up once but it ended in a trip to the hospital, needless to say he's been put off tomato soup for life.

"Alright then dinner has arrived, just get your butt down here or I'll eat your half!" A few minutes later Sam joined his brother at the kitchen table. He didn't look at his older brother instead concentrated on his food. They ate in silence when they were finished Dean decided that he could no longer take the silent treatment. "I'm sorry okay; I'm just not used to the idea that you have a friend,"

"That's gay?" he interjected already had enough of this convosation.

"No just that you have a friend." He smirked trying to inject some laughter into the tension, though Sam wasn't wrong it was a lot to get his head around, it weirded him out thinking that Sam hung around with a gay guy all the time. Though he knew it was stupid but he couldn't help how he felt.

"Oh ha, ha." Sam told his brother sarcastically; though he was glad Dean dropped the whole gay thing. They cleared the empty boxes away and Dean just couldn't shut his mouth.

"So you two have never?" Sam slammed his hands down on the table making Dean Jump; he soon figured he may have gone too far.

"Dean I swear I will stab you in the face with this chopstick." Sam threatened as he held up the chopsticks he was still holding.

"Okay, okay." Dean held up his hands in surrender and left the kitchen and fell down onto the sofa and switched on the TV.

"Why are you pushing this?" Sam asked as he followed his brother. "A guy and girl can be friends why cant a gay guy and a straight guy?"

"I guess." Dean told him without taking his eyes off the screen. The brothers fell silent and watched the TV together. Sam was still annoyed but he knew Dean was just being Dean, which kind of just annoyed him more.

"Any way you'll get to see him tomorrow." Sam told his brother after about fifteen minutes of Dr sexy, deciding he couldn't watch anymore the younger brother resorted to talking.

"What?" his disbelieving baffled brother asked, for lack of being able to say anything else.

"He's coming to the BBQ." He stated simply.

"What? Why!"

"Because he's my best friend, this is my house too and I invited him." He pushed; Dean had invited his friends from work, from high school, their family friends, Sam should get to bring his closest friend.

"But he's-"

"Seriously Dean I am not getting into this with you!" Sam got up he honestly wanted to hit his brother.

"Actually Sammy I wasn't gonna say gay. But he's your friend that means he's gonna be all geeky and weird." Sam let out the breath he was holding, maybe Dean was letting it go.

"Just play nice okay? He's my best friend and you're my brother and for some reason it matters to me what you think of him."

"If you didn't sound gay before you do now."

"Oh for," Sam left before he really did punch him.

"Sam! I'll be nice okay, where are you going?"

"For a drink!" Sam shouted back before leaving the house and slamming the door.

Sam stormed out of the house and waited to be picked up. He simply didn't understand Dean's problem. So what if his best friend is gay, so he likes cock, so what? What does it matter! Castiel is still the best damn friend Sam ever had, which included Dean. That dick will not be winning any brother of the year awards any time soon.

Sam got home in the early hours a little more than tipsy and not caring to be quiet so he probably woke his brother up. The next day Both Sam and Dean woke early; they were restless and extremely nervous about the BBQ that started at two. Dean sleepily heavy footedly made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Making a pot of coffee to try and snap out of his sleepy haze, despite his mind working over time. As he took a sip of his long awaited strong sweet black coffee, the aroma sensitising his senses and taste shooting through his body. Dean looked at his watch and groaned there were six and a half hours to the party. No one should be up at Half seven on a Saturday, no one.

Sam joined his brother soon after nursing a sore head and unstable stomach.

"Morning!" Dean shouted to make a point, making Sam flinch and throw a glare at his ass of a brother. "Good night?"

"Great night, bad morning." Sam muttered as he gingerly put his head in his hands.

"Oh poor Sammy." Dean spoke sarcastically before patting his little brother on the shoulder. "You want some breakfast?"

"Please." The brothers shared a small smile before Sam went back to nursing his head.

"Well I can do you cereal or toast you want anything cooked you'll have to do it yourself."

"That's fine, I think a cooked breakfast would kill me. Gimme coco puffs." He mumbled Dean's head shot around eyes a little wide. He wanted to ask who this weirdo was and what the hell he has done with his brother, but instead he simply shook his head.

"Coco puffs. Really?"

"Yeah."

"College life has really changed you." Dean chuckled as he got the milk from the fridge.

"I like the chocolate milk." He said simply as Dean passed him a bowl.

"You're such a kid some times Sammy." The elder Winchester told his sibling as he sat opposite and drank his coffee whilst watching Sam dig in.

"Says you. It's your cereal." Milk dribbled down his chin as he spoke with a mouth full of his cereal, making Dean snort a little. It was like looking at his twelve year old Sammy again.

"I know. But I carry it off."

"If you say so." Sam pointed his spoon at Dean before he got up and put his cup in the sink and started to walk out the kitchen, giving Sam as ruffle of the hair before he left earning a glare and insult from the younger man.

"Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean called back before leaving the house. The insults serving as a good enough goodbye. Dean climbed into his beloved car and drove to the shops to stock up for the BBQ, getting many meat products, rolls, buns and a lot of beer, when Dean got to the alcohol aisle he ended up getting, not only beer but cider, amaretto, Jack Daniels, tequila and wine (for the girls he thought.) enough alcohol for the afternoon BBQ to turn into a drunken party, which it could well do. Either way stocking up was always a good idea.

Sam and Dean didn't see each other again until their first guest arrived at five to two. Very soon everyone was there. Being summer they were all in the back garden laying on the grass or at the table, a few beers in a cooler and meat being cooked, the sound of classic rock was being played in the background from Sam's stereo they put just outside the porch doors.

Dean was in the kitchen looking out the window, taking in the sight of his friends having a good time, reminding him of times in high school, wishing it still was and they could be this way forever.

He thought everyone had arrived, until Sam came into the kitchen and introduced the one person Dean was actually nervous about seeing.

"Dean. This is Castiel." Dean turned and saw for the first time, the subject of which has caused Sam so much teasing. He wasn't what Dean had been expecting, he was short, well everyone is when Sam is standing next to them, probably only a few inches below Dean. Dark messy hair and blue, very blue eyes. Dean's mouth went dry as he stared at the guy, completely forgetting any and all words. After what seemed like forever Dean cleared his thought and tried to talk, after realising how creepy he was coming across as.

"Um, hi."

"Hello." Cas answered smoothly. There was a beat of awkward silence before Dean spoke again, not knowing what else to say.

"So, you're gay." Sam covered his face with his left hand at hearing his brother actually start a convosation like that. He was so embarrassed and felt for Cas, who on the other hand found it a little amusing.

"Yes."

"How's that working out for you?"

"Can't complain."

"Good, good." Dean trailed off, and looked anywhere but at Castiel, he kicked himself for the topic of convocation he choose to open with. He has known this guy for five minutes and he's already thoroughly embarrassed himself and come across as a twat.

"You're nervous." Cas began, "Either because you want to make a good impression because I'm Sam's friend, or you're worried I'm going to jump your bones and fuck you." Cas took a step towards the guy in front of him, who was currently frozen in place and blushing. "I would say it's more the latter. Don't worry Dean, my type of guy isn't angry and in denial." Cas gave a wink and Sam burst out laughing as Dean simply stood and stared in complete shock.

"Cas, play nice." Sam told his friend who simply turned to Sam, and spoke with a straight face and light tone.

"That's not what you said last night."

"Wait what?" Dean blurted out, shocked out of his shocked state.

"He's messing with you." Sam assured his brother, who didn't relax.

"No I'm not, you told me to do the opposite." Cas went onto say and even gave Sam a wink, he looked to Dean after as if saying, yeah I just winked at your brother I dare you to do something about it.

"We went to Boston last night." Sam explained trying to break the weird tension and stare his friend and brother have gotten them selves into. it seemed to work because Dean shifted his gaze onto his brother.

"The city?" Sam stifled the laugh in his throat, why and how would they go Boston?

"The gay bar." Sam cleared up and Dean's face fell a little, Cas simply stood and watched in slight amusement, he found it rather fun to play with Dean.

"Why?"

"To get laid." Cas explained, he wasn't joking that was why he went, it was a good night. Sam seemed to take pity on his brother because he decided to explain the situation to him.

"It was Cas' turn to choose the location. Last time we went to the roadhouse. Cas had to endure girls checking him out; I do the same with guys." The younger Winchester told his still slightly shocked brother with a shrug, he didn't see the big deal, thankfully after Sam's explanation Dean seemed to relax more, he turned around got another beer from the fridge. Sam turned to his friend with a huge smile on his face after remembering something that happened the night before. "You remember that guy with the," Sam pointed to his head but couldn't finish the sentence because he started to laugh.

"And the," Cas tried to finish Sam's for him but joined him in the laughter of the memory.

"Didn't you two end up going to the toilet together?" he asked his shorter friend after he could speak again, a chuckle still prominent in his voice.

"No that was Harry, and Max."

"You know? You're a whore." Sam told him causing Cas to smile broadly, Dean had taken himself away from his convosation and stood quietly drinking his beer, but couldn't help but listen.

"You love it and you know it." Cas told Sam nearly making Dean choke on his beer. The two men in convosation glanced quickly over to Dean before Sam spoke again.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll catch you later I'm just going to the toilet, there's beer in the fridge. Help yourself" He directed before shooting off. Cas took a few steps towards the fridge and Dean in silence.

"You drink beer?" Dean asked, he felt like a twat asking but he hadn't expected it.

"No, I only drink drinks that are pretty colours, taste of fruit, have provocative manes and come with a little umbrella." Dean thought this sounded a little strange but his tone was firm and face serious.

"Really?"

"No. not really." Cas was now getting really annoyed at this arsehole he would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't already staring at him intent to make him uncomfortable. Dean looked away first, obviously. And began staring at the floor, after a moment or two he saw Cas from the corner of his eye lean in towards him, Dean instantly jerked back.

"Whoa what are you doing?"

"Getting a beer." Cas told him slowly and opened the fridge to retrieve the bottle. Yeah Cas was really getting pissed. "Relax Dean, contrary to what you believe; gays aren't some sex crazed creatures that live to seduce pretty straight boys like you."

"Thought you said I was in denial." Dean kicked himself as he said that, what the fuck, why he even acknowledge that piece of information? It caused Cas to smirk, he gave Dean a wink as he put the bottle to his lips and walked out to the garden, Dean shouted after him. "What does that even mean?"

I know Dean is a bit of a dick in this, but he will get better lol :)