Seven Minutes Of Heaven

Chapter One:

Dean Winchester sat, cross-legged in the circle watching the empty bottle spin around in circles. The dark green colour of the glass mixed itself with the flourescent orange and yellow label, making his head spin a little harder. He watched with a smile plastered on his face as the bottle slowed down, trying his best to block out the cheering and whooping of his friends. His eyes widened as the bottle stopped, facing the socially awkward boy sitting directly opposite him, knees curled up to his chest.

For a moment, everything was silent. The crowd stopped roaring, the clock stopped ticking and the music stopped playing. Dean shifted around uncomfortably and lowered his gaze to the floor. "Do it, do it," the crowd roared in synchronization.

Castiel Novak huddled his knees closer up towards his chest, trying to make himself invisible. He blushed furiously and sighed. In that moment, he wished that the ground would just open up and swallow him whole. "C'mon Cassie," his best friend Gabriel smiled and leaned over, nudging his shoulder with his own. "It's just a game, lighten up a little," he continued, his voice barely audible above the noise of the crowd. Castiel sucked in a deep breath of air and got up, walking over to the narrow closet and stepping inside of it, playing with his hands nervously.

Dean looked around at his friends smiling faces and groaned. "Fine," he mumbled, throwing his hands up and climbing to his feet. He glanced over at Gabriel and saw him grinning, but shrugged it off. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shuffled into the closet, the door being slammed shut and locked after him.

The room was dark, the only light flooding in through the small crack at the bottom of the door.

"So…" Dean said, shuffling around from foot to foot.

"So," Castiel replied, leaning back against the wall.

"it's a bit dark in here, isn't it?" Dean fumbled around against the wall trying to find a light switched.

Castiel sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it. The room was instantly filled with light, casting shadows around the corners of it.

"That's better," Dean said, running a hand through his hair once again.

Castiel nodded and let his head fall back against the cold, hard wall with a thud.

"You're in my history class right?" Dean said, desperate for conversation.

"Right," Castiel replied. "And your social studies class."

"Seriously? How come I've never seen you in there before?" Dean asked, relaxing a little.

"I sit at the back," Castiel said flatly. "And I keep my head down."

Dean raised his eyebrows but didn't push the subject any further. "So how come you've never spoken to me before?"

Castiel shook his head and smiled a rather weak smile. "Guys like you don't usually want to talk to guys like me."

"I'm not like those guys," Dean sighed, trying more to convince himself that he wasn't, rather than trying to convince Castiel. "I'm not that shallow," he added.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night Dean."

Castiel's words rang in Dean's ears like a badly rung bell. He was not like those other guys. He couldn't be and he wouldn't be. Dean shivered as a jolt of anger sped through his entire body, his hands beginning to shake.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Dean growled and took a step towards Castiel.

"Nothing, nothing," Castiel protested.

"You do not get to talk to me like that," he napped. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You're nobody, you're nothing. You're a loser," Dean hissed.

Castiel stared up at Dean and chuckled. "Yeah, right. You're no different from the others," he scoffed. "You think you're above everybody, you think you know everything, but you don't." Castiel's hands were also shaking now, but the words wouldn't stop coming. "You think that because you're popular you can treat everybody else like shit. Well you cant, that's not how it works."

Dean opened his mouth to try and protest but Castiel cut him off once again. "I'm sick and tired of you thinking you're better than people like me. We have feelings too you know," Cas sighed and uncurled his hands, rubbing at the red marks that were left in their place.

Dean stared at this new side of Castiel that he had never seen before, mouth was hanging open in a sort of 'o' shape. He tried to say something - anything, but his brain would not allow him to form coherent thought.

"Nothing to say?" Castiel frowned. "Good, it's time somebody told you what you're really like, a fu-," Castiel was cut off by a pair of warm set of lips against his own.

The kiss was soft and sweet and neither made a move to pull away until they were both struggling to breath.

"What was that?" Castiel whispered. He blushed as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip and tasted the remnants of Dean.

Dean shrugged. "Telling me you didn't enjoy it?"

"Why would I enjoy locking lips with an idiot like you?" Castiel smirked.

Dean growled and attacked Castiel's lips with his own viciously. He locked one of his hands in Castiel's hair and tugged on it harshly, exposing the pale skin of his neck. He pulled back and smiled down at Cas.

Castiel made a noise that was somewhat close to a whimper and hooked an arm around Dean's neck, pulling him down for another kiss.

Dean bit down on Castiel's bottom lip and pulled away again, slipping one hand up Castiel's shirt and gripping his hip. Cas looked up at Dean with hungry eyes.

The taller boy bent his head down and licked a stripe up from Castiel's collar bone to the back of his ear, stopping to nibble on the lobe. The smaller boy shivered as a chill ran down his spine and titled his head to the side - allowing Dean more access.

"Hm," Dean hummed, pushing Castiel back against the wall with a soft thud. "D'you like that?" he mumbled, leaning further down and sucking gently on Castiel's collar bone.

Castiel nodded his head as a small moan escaped from his lips and Castiel turned an embarrassing shade of crimson. "Shh," Dean hissed. "They'll hear us," he added, his hot breath tickling the nape of Cas' neck.

Castiel bit down on his bottom lip as Dean sucked and nibbled harder on the pale flesh. He arched his back into Dean's touch.

"None of that," Dean growled and gripped Castiel's hips tighter, causing Cas to sigh heavily. Dean pulled back and looked at the purple mark that he had left on his neck.

They both jumped apart as they heard rustling on the other side of the door. "Time's up guys," Gabriel shouted from the other side of it. Dean reached forward and tugged on the collar of Castiel's shirt, hiding the mark from view. He trailed his fingers down Cas' chest and winked at him before walking out of the closet, smirking.

Castiel leaned against the wall and caught his breath before walking out after Dean, hair still tousled and shirt resting up on his hip, exposing a few finger marks on the pale flesh. He dropped back down into the circle and curled hi legs up against his chest. He looked up and caught Dean smirking at him. Cas smiled back and blushed, dropping his head back onto his knees.

Gabriel grinned as he caught a glimpse of the supposedly hidden mark on Castiel's neck and nudged his best friend's shoulder with his arm. He clapped his hands together. "Alright who's next?"