Authors Note: Sorry about the awful format before, Now there are paragraphs! Alas I will continue. There will be a weekly update depending on my Wi-Fi access. Enjoy! Also let me know if you find errors, English is not my strong suit.
The Impala roared to life, as Dean Winchester turned the key in the ignition to drive him and his little brother Sam, to school on a hazy Monday in mid-October. Dean parked his beloved baby in it's usual spot. Little bushy haired Sam jumped out of the car, gave Dean a hug and walked off to his first period. "Have a good day, Sammy. See you at lunch!" Dean walked to the door, by where his best friend Charlie parks. She got out of her car, messenger bag on her shoulder, fiery red hair bouncing freely as she walked toward him. "S'up bitch?" Charlie chirped. "Nothin'. You?" "Nope. Sleep good?" she asked. "No better than usual." Dean grumbled. The five minute warning bell rang signaling that kids need to get their asses to class. "See you at lunch," Dean said walking off.
At lunch Sam was happily chattering away about how he got a hundred percent on an English quiz, when Charlie walked up. "Hey bitches." Charlie sat salad in lap. "Dude, there's a new sophomore in some of my Advanced Placement classes, totally gorgeous, and your type. Messy black sex hair, bright blue eyes, and he wears this ridiculous tan trench coat. Total nerd, but a genius and he wears black wire glasses." Dean blanched, "Charlie! Don't say that in public!" Sam and Charlie chuckled, "His name is Castiel Novak. His brother's a senior, Gabriel. You might know him." "Oh yeah, he's funny. Got a real sweet tooth though." Dean said, changing the subject off of a guy. "He even invited me to his brother's party on Friday, apparently they have a 22 year old brother whose getting alcohol for the party. You should come. It'll be fun, I'll introduce you to Castiel." Charlie said, happily. "You need to stop trying to hook me up, people would-" Charlie cut him off saying, "No one would care, its the 20th century, Dean. Not the Salem witch trials. Please gay is more common than lesbian and no one cares about it." Dean bit his lip, "How do we even know if he is- you know, like me?" Charlie smirked, "Well that's easy to find out."
Later that week, Sam began eating with some friends so it was just Dean and Charlie, so naturally their main topic was Castiel, the new dorky sophomore. "Gabe invited me to his party, so I'm officially going. I think Gabe's really cool." Dean said. On Friday, Dean was nervous, pacing back and forth by his baby, he was thinking of all the times he locked eyes with the gorgeous blue eyed boy in the hallway. He waved at him and smiled, he felt like a love sick puppy, swooning over a guy he didn't even know. He was breathtaking, every time he saw him, he had to watch him until he got out of sight. Cas was the first thing on his mind in the morning, and the last before he fell asleep. Cas was- Wait. Cas? When did he give his crush a nickname? 'God I feel like a teenage girl', Dean thought.
Cas and Gabe were driving by where Dean was parked, and Gabe shouted out the car window, "Hey Dean! You coming tonight to my party?" "Yeah!" Dean shouted back. Castiel looked at his brother, mouth open. "You know him?" Cas asked. "Yeah Cassie, he's my friend, Dean. You like? Does Cassie have a crush?" Gabriel teased. Cas blushed, "Shut up Gabriel."
Charlie came home with Sam and Dean, because Dean was a nervous wreck. Also she was catching a ride with them. Sam got to go to the party because Dean wouldn't leave his brother alone by himself, even though he is now 14. "Charlie," Dean groaned, standing at the door to his closet, contemplating what best to wear. "What do I wear? I don't want to look like a douche but I also don't want to look like a nerd." Charlie was in a tight black gamer shirt, dark blue skinny jeans and high top converse. Her hair bouncing free on her shoulders. Charlie smirked, "Here, Wear this I even think you're hot in it." She pulled out a worn AC/DC t-shirt, stonewash jeans that were loose, so they hung low on his hips, his leather jacket and combat boots. "If you like me does that mean I look like a girl?" Dean teased. "Shut up, smartass." Charlie snipped. They went down the stairs, Sam waiting for them on the couch. He was dressed simple jeans and a tight t-shirt, showing off his surprisingly toned abs. "Cute girl gonna be there?" Dean asked looking up and down his baby brother. Sam blushed, "Something like that. " He mumbled. Dean smiled and tousled Sam's hair, him groaning, "Dean! Cut it out." Dean chuckled and grabbed the keys to his car.
As they approached the Novak's house, lights were flashing, music booming and girls in various states of undress were walking inside. As they entered the house the living room was make out central, couples of different matches were face fucking each other and practically having sex with their clothes on. Gabe smiled as he saw Sam, Dean and Charlie walk into the house. He looped his arm around Charlie's shoulders, and whispered something gross in Charlie's ear. She shoved him off and laughed at him. "You're sooo not my type." Gabe pushed his luck. "Meaning?" Charlie smirked, "Meaning you're not a girl." "Oh you like that do you? Probably some girls here you'll like. " Charlie smiled, "Thanks Gabe." Dean gave Gabriel a high five as he was handed a beer, "Nice party!" He had to shout to be heard over the music.
Sam went in the kitchen to wait for his friend, Gabe wandered off in his own little world, hitting on everything that walked by. Charlie signaled for Dean to follow her, she lead him over to a corner where Castiel was standing bouncing slightly to the music. His eyes brightened when Charlie approached. He hugged her. "This is Dean, my friend I was telling you about!" She shouted. Cas could not hear her, "What?" He asked. "This is Dean!" She tried again. "What? I cannot hear you Charlie!" Castiel motioned for them to follow him he walked up the stairs, dodging a couple on the stairs, connected at the lips. He opened the door to his room and stepped inside, Charlie and Dean following close behind. They could hear and feel the music downstairs, a bouncing beat, the bass probably turned up to 11. Charlie smiled and made a vague gesture at Dean, "This is my friend Dean. The one I was telling you about. Dean this is Castiel Novak. Gabriel's little brother. " "You told him about me?" Dean asked, blushing slightly. Dean stuck out his hand, worn from work, but warm. Cas took it and Dean felt a slight shock, not electricity but something different. Cas must've felt it too, because they locked eyes and- Oh my God, look at those eyes. A deep cerulean blue, he could get lost in those eyes for hours. Cas noticed Deans' were bright green and sparkling. They lingered holding each others hands maybe a bit too long, but neither of them minded. Charlie sighed, "Now mingle. I'm gonna go scope for babes. Stay here, it's not really up your guys' alley. Charlie pushed Castiel toward Dean slightly, him almost loosing his footing, so Dean steadied him with a hand on his shoulder, Cas leaned into the embrace and Charlie left the room and headed downstairs.
"So you um- uh," Dean tried. "Like guys too?" Cas offered. Dean nodded. "Yeah, just not publicly, my eldest brothers are extremely religious." "I'm not uh- out yet either. My little brother Sam knows and Charlie and you now. I don't fancy being bullied at school." "Agreed," Cas said. Dean bit his lip, trying to break the tension. "So uh Charlie said you're crazy smart. I mean you'd have to be a genius to be in her classes." Castiel tilted his head to the side curiously, that's adorable Dean thought. "What else did Charlie say about me?" Dean smirked, thinking flirt time. This I'm good at. "That you're my type." "Oh?" Cas asked, motioning for them to sit on the edge of his bed, grinning. "And what would your type be, Dean?"
Dean shed his jacket revealing his t-shirt underneath. "Smart, hopelessly cute, dark blue eyes, unruly dark hair, black glasses and he wears this nerdy tan trench coat that goes to his ankles. Cas was wearing a navy blue v neck shirt and tight black skinny jeans, the shirt made his eyes pop. Cas lips' quirked up slightly. Dean inched across the bed toward Cas and pulled him in, by his shoulders and kissed him fiercely. Castiel's hands came up his torso feeling every bump and curve on Dean, one hand stopping on his shoulder, then the other on the back of his neck to hold him in place. Dean tasted slightly of beer, but smelt of musk and the thick scent of leather. Deans' hand caressed down Cas' sides and back up to his unruly hair. Cas tasted of a lightly spiked punch and just a taste that Dean had never tasted. He smelt of laundry detergent and a light cologne that smelt earthy and pure. Dean's tongue licked the seam of Cas' lips, asking for entrance. Cas opened willingly, letting Dean roam throughout his mouth exploring everything inside his mouth. They pulled apart, breathless, foreheads resting together, panting and eyes slightly blown. "Wow," Cas mumbled. "That was," "Intense," Dean finished. Cas nodded against Dean's forehead. The rest of the party they spent their time talking and cuddling. Kissing on and off. They exchanged numbers and spooned nearly till midnight when Sam and Charlie came up to get him.