Sam Winchester had been lying awake in his bed. It was early in the morning, about 5am, and the last thing he expected was for his brother to be knocking on his dorm room's door. The brother he'd not seen in a year, not heard from in over a couple of months, and who was never awake before dinner.

At the sound of the first knock, Sam sped to the door, in hopes not to wake his sleeping roommate, Castiel. He opened the door to reveal his older brother, Dean Winchester, stood there in ragged clothes, muddy and bloody.

"Dean? What happened to you?" He asked, hushed as he took in the sight.

"Nothing, just, hunting." Dean shrugged. "Those deer get feisty when only half dead."

"Oh." Sam murmured, never having really supported hunters, "so is that your blood or...?" Sam gulped; he hated the sight of blood, let alone that of a deer's. He had a weak stomach when it came to these things.

"The deer's." Dean murmured. "Can I come in?"

"My roommates asleep."

"I'll keep my voice down."

"Fine then," Sam sighed and stood back to let his brother in, before closing the door behind him. Dean caught sight of Sam's roommate, asleep on the bed – or so they thought, anyway – and took a seat on the empty bed. "He's hot."

"Dean!" Sam scolded in a sharp whisper. "What are you doing here?" He sighed.

"I was hoping you could help me."

"Money?" Sam murmured, knowing exactly where this conversation was going.

"No." The younger brother's eyes widened with shock – if not money, then what? "I kind of, need a place to lie low for a week or so."

"Why?"

"I got on the wrong side of someone I shouldn't have gotten on the wrong side of." Dean shrugged; so, maybe it was a little lie, but his brother would not have wanted to know the actual truth.

"I don't know, man. I don't live here alone. You'll have to see what Cas says."

"I've got to ask him?"

"You want to stay here." Sam said, shooing Dean off his bed and lying down. He sighed comfortably as he melted into the mattress and just stared at the ceiling. "Cas will probably be awake in about an hour. But wait until he's fully awake to ask him."

"You're harsh. I don't even know the guy."

"Well, if you want to stay here, you're going to have to get know him, at least a little bit."

"At least, introduce us first."

"Maybe." Sam shrugged, dismissing the conversation now as he picked up a book off his bedside table. It was a novel by Linwood Barclay, called Too Close To Home. He'd really gotten into it, as when he watched the book play out in his mind, he could get away from the busy college life he was leading and just relax.

Sam was surprised as Dean was instantly quiet, but when he looked up, silently laughed to himself, noticing Dean had fallen asleep on the chair. He rolled his eyes and got back to his book, trying to solve the murder of the Langley's as he read into it. "Derek? No way!" He murmured, disbelieving the cops could believe the 17 year old had murdered his best friend and his parents.

The time passed soon, and Sam was almost startled when Castiel sat up in his bed, looking as if he'd had a good night's sleep.

"Morning" Castiel murmured through a yawn. He smiled as his roommate before noticing someone else in the room. "Who's that?"

"My brother, Dean." Sam sighed, throwing a pillow at Dean to wake him up.

"Uh? Huh? What?" Dean said, startled, before realising it was just a pillow. "Thanks, Sammie." He murmured.

"Castiel, Dean, Dean, Castiel. Now Dean, wasn't there something you wanted to ask Cas?" Sam said, standing up and walking to the fridge, grabbing three bottles of drink. He passed one to each of the other boys, before sitting on his bed again.

Dean, who wasn't normally nervous about anything, stuttered nervously as he looked at Castiel. "Er, y..yeah.. Erm.. I..I was.."

Sam took pity on him, laughing quietly before saying, "what my brother's trying to ask is, do you mind if he stays here for a few nights?"

"Oh, course not." Castiel smiled softly. He knew that Dean wouldn't be any trouble to his reason of being there. So, why would it be a problem? In fact, maybe Dean's being there would be helpful. He stood up and stretched, before bending over and going through his clothes draws, finding an outfit for the day.

Dean bit his lip as he watched Castiel bend over; smiling appreciatively at the view he had received. Nice, he thought as Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother.

After grabbing any random outfit, Castiel stood up and murmured "going for a shower," before disappearing off into the bathroom of the dorm.

"Dude! Stay away from my roommate?" Sam said, finally putting his book back on the bedside table, before climbing off his bed and grabbing his laptop off the table.

"Awh, but he's so hot. And he has a nice ass." Dean whined.

"You think any piece of ass is a nice ass."

"I do n- so what if I do? Not all nice asses are as hot as he is though!"

"Whatever, just, stay away."

"Hmm, by your warning me in the first place, that means he is either gay or bi. So that just makes me want him more. You should have stayed quiet baby brother. You know I can't control myself." Dean smirked.

"Stay away from him or you can't stay here."

"Fine, fine. I'll try to keep away. It's not like it'd mean anything if we did anything anyway."

"Yeah, I know. That's what I'm worried about."

"Why? I wouldn't get hurt."

"I wouldn't care about that – you'd deserve it. Cas would though." Sam groaned.

"Oh, come on!" Dean whined, pouting even. Sam rolled his eyes, put his laptop in its case, and just generally got ready for his first lesson, ignoring Dean's pout. Dean sighed, "fine, I'll stay away from him, but if he comes to me. That's something else."

Dean was sat on Sam's bed, his phone to his ear. He was alone in the room as both Sam and Castiel were attending lessons. The call was normal for him, though anyone listening in on his half of the conversation wouldn't understand it. In fact, they'd think he was crazy, talking about demon's and vampires as if they were real. But most people didn't know that they were real.

"Vampires? I thought they were just mythical." The conversation started that way, but Dean had soon understood they weren't – it wasn't hard for him to believe in the existence of the weirdest creatures anymore, not after what he'd soon. Although, he still found the possibility of Alien's impossible.

"How do I kill them then?" Dean asked, almost sighing. He listened careful as Ellen, a family friend, and fellow hunter, explained, before hanging up the phone nervously as Castiel came into the room – in hopes he hadn't overheard anything.

"Hey" Castiel smiled softly, putting his books on his bed, before grabbing a bottle of water. He offered one to Dean who casually declined.

"No, thanks. I've actually got to head out for a bit. I'll be back soon." And with that, Dean had fled the room.

Left in the room, Castiel chuckled softly at Dean, before sighing and collapsing on his bed. These feelings couldn't rise. He had to get rid of them. Or at least, he couldn't let anyone else find out about them; he couldn't get caught out, or who knows what would happen to him. Who knows, what they would do to him.