"Dean Winchester," Dean gave his name to Hannah, who was sitting at a table covered in nametags. She already had his halfway handed to him by time he said his name. She obviously remembered him. Dean could not remember much about her though, just that he name was Hannah, and to be honest, it was the nametag that gave that way.

"I know who you are," She flashed him up a small smile but there was not a lot of friendliness behind it. Dean was immediately regretting his decision to attend his reunion. This was going to be the worst night of his life.

"Thanks," Dean took the nametag from her and clipped it to his blue jacket. Dean was not one for a suit and tie. He was as dressed up as he came. Clean, hole-less blue jeans, a black pair of boots and a blue and red flannel button up, unbuttoned over a black t-shirt. He topped it off with his favorite blue coat, but he was sure he would lose that soon. It was already starting to feel warm in here, even though it was the middle of winter.

Dean turned on the heels of his boots and made his way into the school's gym. He had many fond memories of this place. This was where Dean had made the three point shot that won them the championships their senior year. They snuck in later that night and got drunk and danced around on the court. That was a good time. He played all kinds of sports in high school though, from football to running track. His home life was not the best, so throwing himself into sports seemed like the best form of relief. It sure beat drugs.

He was athletic and popular in high school, that was no doubt. Life had changed though. After graduation he had started school at the community college but soon dropped out. School was never really for him. The only reason he got decent grades in high school was because he needed them to continue with sports. Now where was he? He was a twenty-eight-year-old mechanic. He lived in his family home, which was left to him and his brother when his father passed away. Sam, being away at Law School told Dean he should keep the house. Luckily it was paid off or Dean would not be able to afford the rent on a mechanic's salary.

"Dean Winchester," a voice called out behind him and a hand soon rested on his shoulder. Dean turned himself around with a fake smile, though it turned into a real one when he spotted Benny Lafitte.

"Benny," Dean threw out his arms and took the man into a hug, a manly hug of course. "How the hell are you?"

"I am good brotha," Benny's accent was thicker than Dean had remembered and he had filled out since High School.

"Where are you living now?" Dean and Benny made their way over to the drink table and grabbed some punch. It was not spiked yet, but it was only a matter of time. Even without alcohol, they quickly fell back into their friendship and talking came easy.

"Been in New Orleans." Dean smiled but his heart hurt. Benny had always talked about going to New Orleans and open up a diner. Benny had followed his dreams and here Dean was, nothing to show for his life.

They talked for a while longer before they went off and mingled with the rest of the people they went to High School with, that was when Dean spotted him. He had grown and changed almost completely, but there was no denying that it was Castiel Novak. Dean's heart sunk even further.

Castiel and Dean had known each other all through school, living only a few houses down from each other. They were friends but they were not the closest of friends but that all changed in high school. Dean was a jock and popular, while Castiel was a nerd and a teacher's pet. When people in school started bullying Dean, instead of standing up for Castiel like a decent human should have, he bullied him as well.

"Hello, Dean." Dean was pulled out of his thoughts and his eyes rose up to meet those blue eyes he had had nightmares about. Dean knew the truth of why he had bullied Castiel and in that moment, looking him in the eyes, it all came flooding back to him.

"Heya Cas," Dean ran his hands through his hair and then shoved his hands into his coat pockets. He had no idea what to say to Castiel but soon words were flooding out of his mouth. "Look man, I am so sorry for the way I treated you in high school. You didn't deserve it."

"Hey," Castiel shook his head and gave Dean a reassuring smile. "It is all good. The past is in the past."

"Good," Dean finally smiled. "So how have you been?"

"Great," Castiel jumped into telling Dean how he lived in California and was an editor for a major publishing company. He was doing good for himself and Dean was happy. He was glad the Castiel made it in life. If anyone desereved it, it was Castiel.

"What about you?" Castiel asked and Dean suddenly felt sad again. This night kept reminding him about his failures.

"I have been good," Dean tried to make it seem like life was not as bad as it was. "Just became partner at Singer Salvage. We changed the name to Singer Salvage & Winchester Auto."

Okay, so Dean had that going for him. Dean worked his ass off for Bobby and when Bobby offered him half the business, Dean was quick to jump on it. Even though being a mechanic was not the highest looked at job, Dean was happy with it. He loved being elbows deep in the engine of a car.

"That is great Dean."

"Yeah," Dean looked around the room. There was so much he wanted to say but he could not find the words. How do you tell someone that the reason you treated them so poorly was because you had a crush on them? Every time Cas was around in high school, Dean's heart would race and he couldn't think straight. But he was no gay and so part of him got angry, and he took that out on Cas.

"Would you like to grab a drink and talk?" Castiel asked Dean and though he felt he should leave things where they were, he nodded in argreement.

"They have punch," Dean told Cas, turning to head for the drinks. "But it ain't spiked or nothin."

"Well that is a shame," Castiel smiled as he followed behind Dean. "How am I supposed to get you drunk and make you pay for high school on punch?"

Dean stopped cold in his tracks and slowly turned himself to Castiel who was smiling. Dean was not sure what the smile meant. Was Castiel serious? Was he wanting to get revenge on Dean for the way that he treated him in High School? Dean would not be able to blame him if he did. In fact, maybe he needed to give this to Cas in order to move on with his guilt.

"Well," Dean looked around at the reunion, it was about as boring as he felt it would be. "There is a bar not too far from here."

Dean and Castiel quickly left the reunion. Dean was nervous as he walked to the Impala and dug around for the keys in his pocket. Castiel was right beside him the entire way.

"I took a cab," Castiel informed Dean, letting him know that he was going to need a ride. Dean felt his heart jump into his throat when he opened the passenger side door and Castiel climbed in. He had a feeling he was going to regret this.