Dean Winchester, an 18 year old with an abnormal life, is currently laying down side by side on his bed with his angel boyfriend Castiel. Their fingers are intertwined, their foreheads are pressed together and their eyes are locked on each other's. No one would dare interrupt moments like this. They had one every Wednesday evening and they made sure Deans family knew it so they could be left alone.

Speaking in hushed whispers, Dean was telling Castiel all about his day. How he almost punched an uptight son of a bitch at the garage because he blamed Dean on the tiny scratch that suddenly appeared on the side of his too expensive Mercedes, which was actually caused by the dick driving into a petrol pump on the way to there, and how he managed to get a pay rise from Bobby for actually not giving the guy a broken nose. Castiel smiled at this and kissed Dean gently.

"I am proud of you for holding yourself back. You would've undoubtly been charged by the police and then you would have lost your job. Where would you be if that happened?"

Dean snorted and tucked his head under Castiels chin. "With you. As always. Just without the money or the job that keeps be occupied when you're not here."

Castiel tightened his arms around his charge and smiled into his hair. He had nothing to say to that so he just hummed. "I love you Dean." Dean grinned and kissed Castiels chest lightly. "I love you too." Dean was feeling a little tired so he yawned and snuggled into Cas. "I think I'm gonna sleep for a bit. Wake me up before 6 babe. Wanna spend some time with you before work," Dean mumbled. Cas gave a short laugh and kissed the top of his head.

"Okay Dean. Sleep well." Dean just murmured something unintelligible before light snores could be heard. Castiel grinned and looked down at his love, stroking his hair soothingly before letting his mind wander to how they met.

*flashback*

A 16 year old Dean Winchester roared as he charged for the demon that threw his little brother Sam against a wall knocking him unconscious. He swung his knife at him before ducking and dodging frantic punches from the abomination in front of him. His father was out cold in the corner of the room after being jumped on as soon as he got in the room, leaving him with no chance of defending himself. Luckily his sons were ready but now Dean was the only one left standing. This demon was a tough one. He just wouldn't give up and Dean was already starting to feel tired. After five minutes of dancing around each other, Dean couldn't carry on. The demon grinned evilly and disarmed him. He twiddled the knife in his hand before taking the final blow. Dean closed his eyes tight, waiting for the pain, but instead, behind his eyelids, he could see a bright light coming from the demon. The light was blinding and he turned away from it, groaning at the pain in his head. When the light was gone, he managed to open his eyes a little and looked at the spot where the demon should have been. But instead, the demon was on the floor, his eyes completely liquefied and a tall teenage boy was in his place, his stance showing power and smugness, but his face seemed innocent and care free. Dean found himself instantly attracted to him, despite his mind screaming 'Dammit I am not gay!'

He crouched down slowly to pick up his knife from the dead demons hand and pointed it at the mysterious boy in front of him. "Who the hell are you?" He growled out, trying to keep his manliness intact. The boy just tilted his head and gave a small smile. "I am Castiel." What the hell kind of name is that? The guys' parents must have serious issues. Dean thought. Castiel grinned and shook his head. "My name was given to me by my father and brothers. And while some are flawed, I'm sure they had no serious issues that I could think of."

Dean scowled at the intrusion of his mind and gritted out, "What are you, smartass?" Castiel's stare did not waver as he answered calmly, "I'm an angel of the Lord." Dean's mind stopped and he huffed out a breath in disbelief.

"Oh really?" Castiel squinted his eyes in confusion and answered "Yes. You doubt me?" Dean laughed humourlessly and nodded, his eyes still giving a death glare to the boy in front of him.

Castiel smirked and stretched his arms outwards, like he was preparing for an attack and stared at Dean. Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder and lightning streamed into the room, illuminating a pair a huge black wings, stretching from his back. Dean's eyes widened and he stepped back, holding a defensive pose. The thunder and lightning died away and so did the shadow of Castiel's wings. The Winchester boy laughed nervously. "You're a freakin' angel. Y-you guys just don't exist. I've never come across one of you before." Dean put away his knife and stepped towards the angel. "Thanks for saving my life, I guess," Dean gritted out as if he was not used to saying the words. Castiel just nodded and turned away from him towards his brother. He crouched next to the unconscious form and placed two fingers on his forehead.

"Hey man what are you doing? Get away from him," Dean threatened, his hand on his knife ready to kill the dick if he hurt Sam, not that it would actually do much good. But his stance relaxed as his brother inhaled sharply and jolted up. He looked around dazedly before meeting the eyes of the angel. He quickly scooted away, unnerved by the piercing stare and ran towards his brother. "Who's that Dean?" He asked his brother timidly as he watched the strange man walk towards his Dad and do the same process on him. Dean looked down at Sammy.

"Castiel. He's an angel," he said, not taking his eyes of the angel who now had brought his father back to consciousness. Castiel offered his hand to John Winchester, but the man ignored it, jumping up and stabbing Castiel in the chest. Dean shouted in surprise and ran towards Cas as the angel looked at the knife, surprise evident on his face. He grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled the blade out. Cas smirked and looked at John, before dropping it. Dean moved protectively in front of Cas and glared at his father. "He helped us. What the hell you go stabbing him for?" John just shoved Dean aside and tried to pin the angel against a wall, but Castiel knew he was going to do that and twisted, grappling John's arms and shoved him against the wall instead.

"Calm yourself Winchester," Castiel growled, tightening his grip on John's arms, careful not to break them. John pushed against his hands and glared at the angel.

"Don't tell me to calm down. What the hell are you? A rebel demon or something?" Castiel just shook his head and spoke calmly.

"I am an Angel of the Lord and I am here for Dean Winchester. He is my charge and I have been sent down here to protect him."

Dean sharply to a breath in shock. "What? What do you mean 'protect me?' From what? A-and why? I'm no one special." Castiel turned to look at his charge and smiled, his perfect blue eyes locked in an intense stare with Deans green ones, before Dean felt uneasy and looked away with a blush on his face.

"It is what God commanded. You Dean, are very important to Heavens plans. I must watch over you until you are of age. To be part of the fight against the apocalypse."

"T-the freakin apocalypse? I'm gonna be fighting against the apocalypse? How in the hell am I gonna do that? I'm human!" Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing from this attractive angels mouth. Dammit Dean! Stop the gay thoughts now. Castiel smiled at Dean as if…as if…Oh shit. He can read minds. I forgot. Son of a bitch. Dean coughed awkwardly and looked down, hiding his obvious blush. Sam just looked at him with confusion painted all over his face. He instantly became wary as Castiel let go of John and walked slowly towards him. The angel tilted his head and squinted his eyes, an expression Dean instantly found adorable. Oh how he wanted to punch himself right now. He looked away for a second before returning his eyes to Castiel, jumping in surprise at how close he was.

"You don't think you deserve to be special." It wasn't a question. It was a fact and Dean averted his gaze, ashamed that the angel looked right through him. He instantly felt vulnerable in the angels presence. A hand was placed on his shoulder and he looked right back at Castiel.

"You've always been special Dean. You were born to be special." Dean smiled at his words, reassured. He completely forgot about his father and brother and whispered out a weak "Thank you," before placing his hand on the angels shoulder in return.

*end of flashback*

Castiel smiled at the memory. Dean was so trusting after that. As long as the angel was with him, Dean could stand up against his father whenever he degraded him when he was drunk, he could fight against the monsters in hunts that were originally too difficult for him, he could do anything difficult that he couldn't do before just as long as he remembered his Cas' words to him. You've always been special.