"Dean..."

I gasped as Dean stood over me, a devious smile on his face. He knelt down in front of my naked body, eyeing me playfully. "Beg for it," he whispered, his words sending electricity throughout my entire body.

"Please, Dean...Please..."

His smile grew as he bent down and started licking his way across my body.

Castiel Novak was scribbling in his notebook that morning before school. He'd woken up to another dirty dream involving Dean Winchester, a baseball cap, and a bottle of chocolate syrup, and he knew he just had to write about it in his journal.

The problem was, Dean Winchester was one of the most popular guys in school, and captain of the baseball team. And Castiel had to keep reminding himself of that.

He tried everything to keep the other boy out of his dreams, but it didn't seem to work. What was it exactly that made him like Dean so much? Was it his rugged look (short, spiky hair and leather jackets did seem to be a turn-on for him), his athleticism on the school's baseball team, his 1967 Chevy Impala, or the fact that he played the electric guitar in a band? Whatever it was, It caught his attention, and unfortunately, everyone else's as well.

Dean was straight. He flirted and dated (and probably fucked) most of the girls in their grade, and everyone seemed to love him. Cas was a nerd. He had short, black, unruly hair and wore thick-rimmed glasses. He was 5'10", relatively average, and was usually found in the science lab or the art room. Cas had never physically spoken to Dean Winchester before in his life, so why the hell was Cas in love with this jock who didn't even know he existed?

He didn't know, but he really hoped he'd snap out of it soon.

Just as he finished writing, his older brother Michael called up to him, telling him it was time to leave for school.

"Coming!"

Castiel camed pounding down the stairs a minute later, his messenger bag slung over his shoulder, straightening his glasses.

"Geez, any longer and I'd have to call out a search and rescue," Michael said, patting his younger brother on the back. "Ready to go?"

Castiel nodded and followed his brother out to the car.

They drove in silence and Castiel let his mind wander, hoping that Michael wouldn't bring up their father or their current situation. After about five minutes, however, he noticed Michael glancing over at him every few seconds, and he knew the inevitable was coming.

"Cas..."

"Don't even say it."

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

"You were going to start talking about Dad. I know you already." He looked at his brother who was now focusing on the road. "And I don't want to talk about it. Dad took off, he left you to take care of us, what's there to talk about?"

And with that they were silent for the rest of the ride. It wasn't until they pulled up in front of the high school that Michael even said anything else to him. "Have a good day at school."

Cas didn't say anything as he hopped out of the car and headed into the school.