"Dean!?" Sam's loud, deep voice called from upstairs. Dean Winchester turned around in a three-sixty kind of spin and looked towards the source of the noise.

"Sammy?" he called in return. He didn't see him at first, but when he did, he instantly felt terrible.

His younger brother, Sam Winchester, stood at the base of the stairwell and glared at him. "Nice try, Dean."

Dean smirked slightly. The upset look on his little brother was nothing short of priceless. He was clad merely in a pair of plaid red flannel pajama bottoms. He was shirtless, and his dark bangs almost covered his piercing and angry milky brown eyes. He was only three years younger than Dean, but he had unfortunately (for Dean, of course) already hit his growth spurt, shooting up almost a complete foot of height. The two brothers were almost the exact same size. Dean had worked hard for his height and build and was far too prideful to admit how jealous he was.

Dean rose his hands in the air in mock terror. "You caught me, Sammy, and I'm sorry, but-"

Sam eyed the clock above the kitchen doorway, right beside Dean. He tightened his jaw and looked over. Eleven thirteen.

"Look, Sam, it's the last night of summer. What do you expect from me? I was just planning on going out to have a little bit of fun-"

"Fun? Dean? You know what's going to be fun?" Sam asked, almost livid. "Me. Waking you up tomorrow morning at seven am." Sam pointed a finger in Dean's direction. "And you know I will wake up on time, and if you don't go to bed right now, I'll wake you up at five thirty." And with that, Dean's angry little brother padded down the hallway into his bedroom, directly next to Dean's.

What a little bitch, Dean thought to himself.

He pursed his lips. With an exasperated sigh, he pulled his car keys out of his pocket and slid them across the kitchen table. Dean took a seat in front of the TV in the other room and turned it on, and it was really loud. He scrambled for the remote again to turn it down. Sammy wouldn't be upset if he were in the house, right? Dean wondered. MTV was on and he began watching some degenerate show about girls having babies in their teens.

He pulled his phone out and glared at it.

Lisaa(:

Babe, where are youu. I'm lonely. and horny ;)

Dean couldn't stop glaring at the screen. He knew for sure that he was feeling lonely and horny as well, but he knew it wasn't going to work out tonight.

Sorry, love. Can't tonight. Mother hen Sam won't let me out.

Dean sent the message feeling stupid. Lisa Braeden was his hot and exotic looking girlfriend he acquired a little less than a month ago. He didn't feel any particularly strong feelings toward her, but he knew for a fact that her sex was the best he'd ever had-and he'd had a lot. He had once named her "Gumby Girl" for her amazing ability to stretch this way and that. Just thinking of that one amazing memory made Dean a little hot.

With his charming looks, Dean had been able to attract any kind of woman. Young and old, women loved him. He had short dirty blond hair that was short on the sides and the back and longer on the top. He had shocking emerald green eyes and a splash of cute freckles across his nose and cheeks and a bit on his forehead. He was always cleanly shaven, weekends excluded. He dressed in dark clothes, usually warm and comfy flannels and worn jeans that made his nice ass look great.

His phone buzzed in his hand, and Dean realized he had been dozing off.

Lisaa(:

Listen, Dean. if you want this to work, you're going to have to give me a little here. you're hot, i'm hot. you want my sex? i want yours. so forget your baby brother and get your fine ass over here. Don't make me Or Else you.

Part of Dean wanted to listen to his siren calling him, but another part of him wanted to stand up for his brother. Sammy was right, after all.

"Boy, I'm conflicted," Dean said sarcastically aloud, in a low voice. He breathed in a deep breath.

Why do you want me so particularly bad tonight? i dont remember you begging me last night? Dean replied.

Lisa was quick to answer.

I'm moving.

A follow up text was quickly received from Lisa.

So it's tonight or sometime during spring break.

Summer was about to end in a little less than forty five minutes. Shit, Dean thought. He rubbed his left eye for a moment, mulling things over. Have sex with a hot girl that I may or may not see ever again? or Listen to my little brother try and tell me what I can or cannot do, Dean wondered.

"Fuck it, I'm sorry Sammy," Dean said, jumping up off the couch. He quietly jogged into the kitchen and picked up his keys from the table and as silently as he could opened the door and jumped into his '67 Chevy Impala, AKA his Baby.

Be over in five.

School. Dean was not at all ready for it, but thanks to his beloved little brother, Sammy, he had woke him up with plenty of time to spare.

It was five fifteen according to his alarm clock, and Dean could've sworn he just got into bed two or so hours earlier. Sam must've snuck into his room when he was out because the clock was programmed and the TV was off.

"I warned you!" Sam called from the other side of the wall. Oh yeah, perks of living in a small apartment. At least it was clean. There were three rooms, Sam's, Dean's, and Bobby's. Bobby was their uncle, not related by blood, but their guardian. He was one of Dean's and Sam's dad's best friends before he died, so naturally Bobby felt responsible for the two orphans (the brothers' mother had died when Sam was small) and adopted them.

Sam knew better than anyone that unless Dean was drunk dead tired, he was an extremely light sleeper. Sam tiptoeing past his room to the bathroom in the middle of the night woke him up, and unfortunately, that was it. He would be wide awake. No more sleeping unless he was lucky. Sam, on the other hand, could sleep through just about anything, although he had the ability to wake up whenever he wanted.

Dean reluctantly got out of bed. He had passed out in just his tight gray boxer briefs and nothing else. He decided a shower would be nice at the moment.

When he got out it was nearly six. Looked like he would be paying the water bills this month, he realized. He walked back into his room, his towel in his hair, his junk all out in the open.

"Jesus Christ, son!" came his uncle Bobby's cry. Dean turned around to see his uncle walking down the hall. "Where is your modesty, boy? Goddamn it, one of these days," he started, turning around and going back down the hall to his room. "I swear... there are too many penises in this place..."

Dean pursed his lips and turned back around to enter his room. Most of his stuff was in boxes at the moment. Moving day was among him. Bobby had decided he was tired of living in a cramped apartment and found a great deal on an older house in Sioux Falls, a little east from where they were currently living in North Dakota. Dean and Sam had gone personally to go check the area out, and shit, it was ten hundred times better than the dingy apartment they were living in.

Deciding it was the perfect time to get dressed, Dean opened his closet doors and pulled out a black tee and some dark washed jeans. He didn't have to do much to his hair, just comb it a little.

"Sammy," Dean said as he walked in the kitchen at seven, almost an hour later. He had just had about an hour long conversation with Lisa.

She decided it would be best if they broke it off. Dean didn't mind all too much. He would miss her, that was for sure, but that would be it. They didn't have that much of an emotional connection yet; Dean had never really gotten to that stage with any of his girlfriends, although Lisa was one of the smartest and funniest as well as the sexiest.

Plus, she promised him when she came to visit she would be waiting for him.

That made Dean grin triumphantly to himself.

"What?" Sam asked, taking a bite out of his toast. Bobby had left; he had dawn to dusk work at an office, and then the graveyard shift at, well, a graveyard. Ironic, huh.

"Nothing, Sammy. Just," he paused, biting his lip. "Get back to your studying, and I'll try not to murder myself and everyone else at school," Dean's voice got low at that last part. He knitted his eyebrows together and turned away from the refrigerator to look at his little brother. "The hell are you doing up this early in the morning anyway?"

Sam started chuckling. "Watching you suffer," he said with a mouth half full of food. Dean had half a mind to throw something at him. Sam was going into his junior year in high school where as Dean was entering his freshman year in college. Currently, he would be attending a community college. Although Dean had refused and orginally wanted to work full time at his uncle's yard, Bobby forced him to.

Dean sighed and just turned back around and opened the fridge to pull out some milk.

"Alright kids. All you need to do is show up-" the teacher sliced her hand through the air, "not high, not drunk-completely sober; complete one worksheet a day, depending on my mood it could be more; and lastly, I will tolerate no tardys or disruptions during my class.

"Seems easy enough?" she asked the class. Most kids just nodded. Little did anyone know, Dean had face planted into a book about ten minutes ago.

"Hey, Beefy," came the teacher. She tapped his desk with a long fingernail. When she realized this boy was out cold, she decided to take larger methods. "Winchester!" she shouted.

Dean snapped out of his dream of Lisa and his interesting and definitely kinky night. Dean looked around until he met eyes with an unhappy looking teacher. She looked to be in her late twenties with curly dark hair. She had dark red lipstick and dark eyeliner. She was... Hot.

He rose a brow at her. "Ashley," he said with an enchanting smile.

She blushed. "It's Ms. Kenzington to you, Dean," she said with a humph and turned on her heal. He looked around the classroom. Wow, he realized, it had really filled up.

Dean had known Ms. Kenzington from school. Because, well, he was at school. He realized she must still be here teaching summer school because she needed the extra money. Almost everyone around here knew that she definitely had daddy problems; how did Dean know that? Her secret Tumblr revealed that she was once a stripper.

Funny how careers change, huh.

Ashley looked as if she could read Dean's thoughts. Her face reddened and she began to quake. "Detention!"

Dean held up both hands in the air. "What did I even-"

"Dean Winchester?" came a voice from the door. It was the Dean. He had a gallant smile on his face. "I'd like to speak with you."

xXx

Castiel approached his first class flanked with his brother and Irish twin sister on either side of him. His brother, Gabriel, looked anxious and excited; he was known around the school to be a trickster. If someone were to mess with him on a bad day, they would be sure to have to watch their backs.

Anna, on the other hand, looked beautiful, like always, and wary. Her flaming red hair was straight and she wore a Guess plaid pleated skirt with a Gucci white button down and a D&G gray cardigan. She looked gorgeous and professional, Castiel thought fondly of his sister. His brother and sister were probably the two most popular people at the school.

Well, it was a university. Castiel was a freshman whereas Gabriel was a junior and Anna was a sophomore. Although Anna and Castiel were Irish twins, Anna was bumped up a grade because her birthday was right before the grade cut off.

Castiel Novak in all was the youngest of five children. Or, adults now he supposed. His oldest brother, Michael, was headmaster of the school, his brother Lucifer was Dean; the one in charge of student discipline. Their roles suited them.

Class had begun and Castiel found himself bored already. And, surprisingly lonely. Gabriel and Anna had dropped him off at his class and they had skipped off to their own classrooms.

All around him, people seemed to be happy, laughing, talking; whereas Castiel had hardly a friend in the entire school. Siblings didn't count, although they were very much appreciated.

Ash Lindberg arrived to class late as usual. One would think that after three weeks of school, he could think to use an alarm clock.

Castiel personally considered Ash a friend. Or, at least an accomplice. He was friendly. Castiel put it at that.

He came in, nodding to the teacher, and planted himself next to Jo Harvelle.

The lesson began and Castiel found himself zoning out once again. The period ended and he collecting all his things and left the classroom, only to see his older brother there waiting for him.

"Castiel," Lucifer addressed him with a nod.

Castiel made brief eye contact before he sighed. "You really can't keep pulling me out of class for no reason," he began.

"Oh, believe me, this time I have a reason." He smiled. Lucifer was one of those people that despite only being twenty two, appeared to be thirty eight. "I want to you report to the aquatics center right after lunch. You have your swim team after lunch, right? It's that period?" he asked.

Castiel nodded quietly.

"Good boy, Castiel. I will be there with someone I feel would be important for you to meet," he said with a smug grin.

Castiel's lips parted as he was ready to ask him what the actual importance of this meeting was, but Lucifer speedily turned on his heel and walked back in the direction of the Headmaster/administration building on the north wing of the campus. Anna rounded the corner right as Lucifer was passing and they exchanged a quick look. She turned around to see Castiel and shot him a questioning look.

All Castiel could do was shrug as Anna walked up to him, linked her arm with his and patted his hand as she walked him to his next class. Nobody exactly acknowledged it, but Anna had personally taken it upon herself to escort and look after Castiel-ever since they were children. Because they hadn't grown up with actual parents, just a cranky and usually drunk uncle called Balthazar.

It had really irked Castiel what really would be waiting for him at the aquatics center later in the day.

Castiel had time to spare. He hadn't made any plans with anyone for lunch so he had ended up going to his art class and working on a project that had recently been assigned while he ate the lunch that Gabriel had packed for him that morning: peppermint cookies, three e-claires, an orange soda, and a vegan pasta. Castiel wasn't vegan, or vegetarian for that matter, but Gabriel loved to go all out on his little brother's lunches. Although he had gotten a couple odd stares, the dark haired boy didn't give them a second thought and continued to use his charcoal pencil to draw the profile of his sister, Anna.

Everything he drew didn't seem to look good enough to him. Despite being a perfectionist to the point where it makes him appear to have some sort of actual mental disorder, Castiel had gone into a zone and ignored everyone around him. That was how he got when he was in a passionate mood; a mood that wasn't often provoked unless he was in the middle of something artistic.

But anyway, Castiel sat on the bench directly in front of the swim center and glanced down at his phone. It was getting late, he noticed and sighed. Just as he looked up, his older brother Lucifer as well as his sister Anna rounded the corner with a tall boy walking behind them. He didn't get a good look at him, but nevertheless, Castiel's heart jumped a bit. Was this some sort of prank? What was the meaning of bringing someone to him? Anna and Lucifer seemed to part so that the boy was in clear view to the sitting Castiel.

So, maybe he wasn't so much of a boy as a man. And Jesus, Castiel thought, a mature man.

He was probably six foot two or six foot three with short dirty blonde hair and strong facial features that alone began to turn Castiel on. And why he was feeling these things, he would never know. Castiel had never felt particularly interested in men, occasionally one would catch his eye and he would have to stop to admire him, but otherwise, Castiel was in more of a neutral state. He didn't look at girls, he didn't look at boys.

Back to the guy, Castiel couldn't see anything very well since he was still quite a distance away, but he did get a good look at his slightly tight jeans and black combat boots. As a top, he wore a simple black tee. It left very little to Castiel's imagination, which might you want to know, was rampant at this point.

His older brother's lips spread apart and a wide smile (something very rare) formed on his lips. "Cassie!" Lucifer approached him with a smile on his face. The man may be pretty much a devil, but he definitely had a soft spot for those in his family.

Castiel cleared his throat as he wished his blush wasn't too visible. "It's Castiel, Lucifer," he said politely in a low voice.

The three of them stopped right before Castiel and his older siblings turned to look at the stranger. "Yes, Castiel, that's what you tell me every time." He smiled crudely. "Listen," he placed a hand on Castiel's shoulder and brought the boy to his feet gently all the while bringing him just a little bit closer to the other, "this is a very important person to you in particular; his name is Dean Winchester."

Dean smirked at him. He seemed to enjoy being labeled as a 'very important person'. For some reason, that bothered Castiel. He stared deep into the other's emerald green eyes, as if searching for something.

Turning his head slightly to his brother, he opened his mouth to ask a blatant question. "You never told me what the importance of this meeting was," Castiel spoke, low voice as always.

"Dean just got recruited for the water polo team," Anna warily explained, crossing her arms over her chest. She seemed bugged and suddenly Castiel turned judging eyes to Dean; had he been messing with his sister? Otherwise, she was usually quite and calm, although often preppy and cheerful. "Michael had wished that you would take him under your wing and train with him. He just transfered from a junior college in Lawrence."

Huh, Castiel thought. Dean certainly seemed the water polo type. Cocky. Big. Male. Castiel would only have to wait to see if he talked the talk as well. Not to be a judge mental fuck, but Castiel knew for a fact that pretty much all water polo players loved to boast to others about their skill in the water.

Dean reached his hand out to Castiel. "Nice to meet you, Castile," he said with that same smug grin.

Castiel stared at the hand for a moment before pulling his own hand out of his trenchcoat pocket and taking Dean's larger and more calloused hand in his. Dean's hand was bigger, that was for certain. It also felt a lot more like sandpaper than he had expected. It seemed like he worked a lot.

"Castiel," Castiel responded quickly, annoyed at the man already and he had only spoken one word to him.

Dean furrowed his brows and looked amused. "Say that again?"

"It's Casty-el not Cas-teel."

"Right, Castile," Dean nodded.

"Castiel," Castiel put more emphasis on the end of his name one last time; he was clearly fucking with the smaller boy, "Novak. I'm the captain of the swimming and diving team," he explained to Dean. Dean nodded at Castiel and at the same time seemed to be looking him up and down, giving him a thorough check out. Although Castiel was wearing a pair of dark D&G jeans and a Hugo Boss gray V neck sweater with a somewhat unfitting in the sense that it didn't match tan trenchcoat over it all, he had a strange feeling like it was as though he was clad in only his thin, tight boxers under Dean's heavy antagonizing gaze.

He nodded in a contracted sort of way and crossed his muscled although not disgustingly ripped arms over his chest. "Don't take this the wrong way, but," Dean said, glancing at Lucifer and Anna on either side of him as he smirked devilishly, "you seem a little, err, small to be on the swimming and diving team, let alone captain," Dean declared.

Castiel's hand twitched. He was having a hard time not lifting his hand up and punching the bigger man in the face. Albiet Castiel knew that if it was him versus Dean, he would definitely be the loser, but it would definitely be worth it to put a scratch his pretty face.

But then again, now that he actually got a good look at it, however, Castiel noticed the splash of orange freckles across the center of his face and the beginning of his forehead. His long blonde eyelashes fluttered as his eyes blinked at him expectantly. And he was right about his strong jawline and toned cheekbones.

He was certainly delicious looking. D-delicious?!

Squaring his shoulders as if to make himself look a little taller than he really was, Castiel grabbed Anna's hand and nodded at Dean. "Well it was without a doubt a pleasure meeting you. Lucifer," he spoke through clenched teeth, nodding at his shocked older brother before spinning on his heel as he pounded his feet on the ground in his dramatic exit, realizing as he glanced down at his G-shock watch that this meeting had taken longer than he had originally expected and was obviously going to be late to swim practice. He cursed at himself internally for being late; it was his duty as captain to always be punctual.

He turned to steal a glance at Anna, and instantly, he wished he hadn't.

She was already laughing. "You know you were blushing the entire time," she stated smugly. "Something you want to tell me, little brother?"

"Don't. Speak. Another. Word," Castiel said, feeling his ears heating up.

Review! Tell me what you think about this.

It's just a trial at this point, but I intend for this to last a little longer... ;}