Wesleyen College 2012

"Dude I'm so screwed. I'm going to be fuckin' kicked out if I don't come across with the rent. And just because we're about to move onto bigger and better things I really don't want to be sleeping on the street."

Dean Winchester said as he flopped down besides his roommate, Castiel Novak, on the rugged brown leather sofa that faced towards the only brand new thing in the apartment; their flat screen. He had short, short ruffled dark blond hair with a tan that was a shade lighter than caramel and eyes that reminded Castiel of emeralds.

Despite the seriousness of the subject they were discussing, Dean didn't seem to be too worried over the very real probability of being kicked out. But then, Dean never seemed to be worried about anything; something that was at odds with his body type. Topping at exactly six feet and made of all muscles, Dean could easily be a complete douche and get away with it. Instead he had an easy going, snarky, witty thing going that drew everyone (especially women) to him.

"You would have been fine if you didn't insist on throwing three victory parties." Growled Castiel, wishing, not for the first time, that Dean would at least try to be serious. And that they had bought a slightly bigger couch. Castiel was about just an inch shorter and had just as much muscle, but that was where the similarities ended. Castiel had dark brown hair that missed being black by a shade and pale blue eyes. Add to that his somber and quiet nature and you had the other half of an unlikely pair.

"Ah, c'mon Cas." Dean said as he sprawled further on the sofa. "We won! We beat that smug bastard Zacariah. It's our senior year and we finally won the soccer cup!" He grabbed Cas around the neck and pulled him closer. "Admit it. Come on-brag once in your life."

"Oh for the love of-stop it Dean." Cas pushed halfheartedly at the arms encircling his neck. It wasn't that Cas had a problem with personal space, in fact the closer the better, but it was the fact that Dean was initiating it.

"You can't tell me that you didn't enjoy yourself at the party. I saw leaving with at least one girl and two guys I know of at different times…" Dean trailed off but the raised eyebrow and slight smirk could only mean that he was insinuating less than pure intent.

"If you are asking in your own strange way if I engaged in sexual intercourse in the literal sense I would answer that it was only with two of the men. For the others it was just oral sex."

It was a testament to how far their friendship had progressed in the four years that they knew each other that Dean didn't even bat an eye at Cas's straight forward admission of his sexual exploits. The first time Dean had met Castiel, he had walked into his new roommate's room with the intention of introducing himself and got an eyeful of a random sorority girl going down on Castiel. The next day Dean walked in on Castiel fucking a guy up against (or should he say into?) the wall. The obvious question of sexual preference came up with Cas answering simply that he was "completely indifferent to sexual orientation" which Dean found to mean that if someone was hot and willing Castiel was there.

At first it had been a rough transition living with a guy like Castiel. Dean had learned early on that Castiel was raised in a different lifestyle; Casteil's family had money. And not just enough to be comfortable, enough that even the Kardashian's couldn't afford to get into the Novak's parties. Not that Dean knew that about Cas at first, in fact except for the absolutely no shame when it came to sex or no knowledge of social norms, he was a regular(ish) guy. He was a clean freak around the house but could care less about his own rumpled appearance, he never had any friends but people were constantly drawn to him, the list of contradictions could go on.

And at first Dean couldn't stand him, especially after learning that his family owned Heaven, the largest corporation in the world. Dean was raised by an absentee father and dead mother, needing to grow up quickly to help raise his little brother. Scrapping by paycheck to paycheck, and the only reason Dean even went to college was that Sammy told him quite forcefully that he wasn't going to college if Dean wasn't. And thus the deal was struck and Sam was quite happy going to Stanford (little freakin' genius) and Dean was content at his own University. Until he had met Castiel.

After the first two "meetings" and the one conversation, Dean had gone out of his way to avoid his roommate. He would have been successful if Castiel had any idea how society worked. But luckily he didn't and kept on pushing into Dean's personal bubble and staring at him with fathomless blue eyes.

Their tenuous non-relationship would have continued on like this, but five years ago Sam had gotten into a spot of trouble with a bad crowd (a wrong place wrong time kind of thing) and Dean had promised one of their ring leaders, a blonde bitch named Lillith, that if she dismissed Sam's trouble he would pay her back. She had agreed and over the year Dean paid her back; the only trouble cam was when Lillith came back and demanded more, stating that Dean hadn't paid the interest even though that hadn't been a part of the deal.

Long story short Lillith's "bodyguards" decided that they would get the interest from Dean's flesh. And for a total of forty minutes Dean was beaten black and blue in a hell of his own making in his own living room. Then the most surprising thing happened; Castiel burst into the room and without batting an eye threw one of the thugs clear across the room and knocked the other one out with a well placed punched. Then Castiel turned to Lillith, tilting his head to the right as if deciding if she was worth his time. Lillith gave a roll of her eyes, turned heel, and left.

Castiel turned to Dean and gripped him tight on his right shoulder-the only place that wasn't bruised-and lead him quietly across campus to a secluded room in the library. Looking back Dean realized that was the first time he had really seen Castiel; earlier in the day he had been dressed to the nines in a black suit, white button up shirt, blue tie, and tan trench coat, but after fighting and basically carrying Dean it had become rumpled and askew. But Castiel didn't seem to notice; instead he pulled out his cellphone and within two seconds had someone on the line, and Dean heard Castiel's true voice. A low, gravely, take charge tone that left no room for disagreement came out of the usually stoic man, and listening in Dean realized that Castiel was calling his own personal physician (ridiculous) to come look at Dean.

Two hours later Dean was patched up as well as he could be, the good doctor on his way out reminding him that the next time he was walking down stairs he shouldn't be carrying so many books, and Castiel and Dean were left alone. And all Dean could think to say was:

"Thanks Cas."

It was the first time Dean had really thanked someone besides Sam and Bobby and the first time Castiel had been dubbed "Cas" a nickname that would stick. From then on their friendship bloomed, with them rooming together ever year, Cas meeting Sammy, Dean not caring if he walked in on Cas getting it on, and a million other intimacies. The only bone of contention in their friendship came from-

"-I could easily lend you the rent, it would be no trouble."

Cas's willingness to give Dean money.

"I say we sell my plasma and see how much I can get for it." Dean said, sitting up straighter and pretending not to have noticed Cas's offer. And Cas's arm that had wrapped around his shoulders. The casual touching was something else that Dean had learned to get used to rooming with Cas-he was an affectionate, personal space invader guy.

"Are you trying to be sarcastic with me?" Cas gave him an incredulous look. "Dean, no way are you selling the TV. How else could you get any besides indulging in your voyeuristic tendencies by watching pornography?"

Dean shifted awkwardly on the couch, it was an unsaid but everyone knew that out of the two friends it was surprisingly Cas that was the one who was sleeping around and avoiding relationships like the plague. Dean did have his own indiscretions, he also had strong relationships.

"Cas… remember what we talked about?" Dean sighed, once again trying to shift away from his roommate. "I'm fine with you talking about your 'tendencies' because God knows nothing could stop you from talking about them. But I draw the line at talking about mine."

"Do not take God's name in vain." Cas muttered

"And dude, I was semi-joking, I'm not giving up the TV. And you're saying I watch too much porn?" Dean scoffed. "After you found my collections you kept glued to that damn screen to the point I thought you were getting addicted."

This was true, Cas had been raised in a household that neither encouraged nor discouraged sex, so he was raised without any shame or hang-ups when it came to it. But even with all his practical experience there were a few things he had no knowledge of. Like porn. And relationships. And that one shouldn't try to discuss the thematic message of the movie to others.

"Dean, as much as I am enjoying your attempts to distract from my offer of money, I must insist that you take it." Dean shifted again, eager to create space between them, but to no avail. Cas merely tightened his arm and fixed his roommate with an arrested stare.

"Cas…" Dean paused trying to think of a way to dissuade Cas without being an ass. "You know how I feel about charity. I don't want to take advantage-"

"Shut-up."

Dean stopped abruptly, shocked speechless. Cas just his his true voice on him.

"You are my friend. My only friend. Without you I would have gone through at least twenty roommates because no one else could please me. You are the one person who is not intimidated by my family or the power I hold," Cas paused staring deep into green eyes, "You are the one person who has never demanding anything of me other than myself."

"I don't want to put money in the middle of our friendship."

Cas stood up quickly and Dean noticed immediately the loss of warmth. "But you are Dean. You are the one who is putting money square dab in the middle. I can never pay for pizza or gas or non-shared groceries. When I know for damn sure that was I anyone else you sure as hell would have demanded that. So tell me, how is that not putting money in the center?"

To say that Dean was taken aback would have been an understatement. Cas had never cussed in front of him, he was too well put together for that. And Dean knew for the first time exactly why Cas was so powerful, there was no way any sane being could say no to those blue eyes.

"-and for another thing, what would Sam think of your stubbornness to accept any sort of hel-"

"Fine."

"Good." Cas straightened out his clothes the best he could before sitting down stiffly besides Dean, and pulled out his phone.

"The money is now in your account." Cas said after pressing a few buttons.

"Um… Thanks." Once again a silence drifted down amongst the friends.

"Do you want to go for a fourth victory party?"

Dean leaped on a way to break the awkwardness, "Hell yes."

The party was in full swing, the small apartment crammed full of people and empty red solo cups, by the time Dean had started getting over the awkwardness and enjoying himself. For this was the first party that Dean was able to fully enjoy himself, without having to worry about finals or rent or soccer (though he would constantly worry about his brother, it was ingrained in him).

There were so many people in the apartment that even though the stereo was turned up all the way, the only indication that there was any music playing was the subtle vibrations that came from the pounding bass.

"Okay! Now that everyone is sufficiently tipsy we can play games!" The new voice came from the only other seat in the living room-a tattered wicker chair that had been inherited by Dean after he decided to "redecorate" his home. Annaliese Carter clapped her hands in an attempt to get people to pay attention.

Dean wanted to groan, Annaliese was an annoying girl that was determined to change everything into an "event" including a random victory party. There was nothing worse than being sucked into one of her games which only happened when people were the right kind of tipsy; drunk enough to have no inhibition, but not enough so to blank out what had happened the night before and the regret was not worth playing the game. Not that it stopped Annaliese.

Even amongst all the resistance coming from the crowd, Cas knew that everyone at the party (unless they managed to escape) would end up playing. Cas counted himself lucky; the only time he had to play all that happened was that he woke up with his hair dyed blonde and a missing phone.

"So tonight we would try something extra fun!" exclaimed Annaliese acting like she couldn't hear the rumbling from the crowd, "I know some of us have 'personal space issues'.", she said with glee, "Or you don't know people as well as you should…Well tonight I suggest we change that!"

"So many babies are going to be conceived tonight." Cas had to stop himself from laughing at Dean's proclamation, though odds were really high that it would turn out to be true.

"And the best way is to…" Annaliese stopped for dramatic effect, her blue eyes glinting manically, "Play chicken!"

At the silence in regards to her big reveal she rolled her eyes, "The nervous game? Mercy? Anyone?" still silence.

"Fine." She huffed, "The rules are thus, two people get as close as possible, be it kissing or touching," an eyebrow waggle, "and the first person to pull away loses!"

"So so so many babies."

"Aaannd the person that last the longest wins!" Annaliese smiled, well it was more of a smirk, because really? If you want drunk people to do something, just say that they could be a winner and you're set.

"GO!"

Cas looked around (slightly avoiding his roommate) seeing who he could knock out quickly, because as much as Dean like to say that Cas was too humble, he knew the truth. When his pride was at stake, Cas would do whatever it took to win.

The first few rounds were easy; all Cas had to do was approach the ridiculously macho men and a mere touch on the outer thigh got them running. The next round was a little bit more difficult, at first he tried to knock out the seemingly shy girls, but they turned grabby when given a little encouragement. So after Cas dealt with two of them and walked away with a bruises on his upper thighs, he decided to stick with straight men, because no matter if their pride was at stake, no way in hell would they be seen messing with a dude (no matter how hot).

After about fifteen minutes the crowd had significantly decreased (people probably left together to deal with the "personal space issue") and those who had gotten out were sitting on the sidelines making it easier for the competitors to recognize each other. Cas looked around to see who was still left and stopped when he realized that the only other person still standing was Dean.

Cas relaxed slightly, knowing that no matter how long they knew each other, Dean was not at all comfortable with Cas budging in his personal space. A smirk started to creep up his face at the knowledge that he had just won the game. That was until Dean strode towards him with a determined look on his face.

He is not, oh no oh no oh no, Cas's thought process stopped just as Dean stopped directly in front of him, to the point that they were toe to toe.

"You gonna say chicken Cas? Or am I going make you?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.

Cas was flabbergasted, Dean must be more drunk than he had thought, but no matter a little pushing and he would back down.

"Not if I make you first." Around them the crowd backed away, feeling the tension emanating from both men.

Dean sighed, rolled his eyes, and with a slight shove, pushed Cas into the wicker chair and…

Straddled him.

WHAT IN THE HELL? Not that Cas should be surprised by this, Dean was a fierce competitor be it in soccer, mechanics, fighting… and now the list seemed to include chicken.

While Cas had been contemplating Dean's actions the man in question and leaned in closer and closer to the point that Cas could see the little gold flecks in his roommates green eyes, could smell the faint trace of alcohol and the most alarming of all, feel the heat coming from him.

"Not going to stop until you say chicken."

"Dean, you really don't want to push me." Cas murmured, moving in, deciding that if Dean was going to play then so would he.

"Or what?" Dean's arms went around Cas's neck so that Cas was literally surrounded by him. Of course Dean was up on his knees so it wasn't entirely inappropriate… yet.

In response Cas grabbed Dean's ass through his worn jeans and regarded him with a slight head tilt. Instead of jumping away like Cas thought he would, Dean actually thrust back onto Cas's hands and started massaging his neck. Their faces were so close that Cas could see every detail, a mere breath and they would be kissing. And it would be hot and messy and perfect and completely ruin their friendship.

Dean is STRAIGHT Cas reminded himself fiercely, he is beyond drunk.

So Cas did the only thing that he knew would force Dean to submit (and no he did not shudder in want just thinking about it), he stood up and with a show of strength that he rarely displayed, forced Dean onto all fours on the floor with him sprawled over his back.

For a split second Cas swore that Dean arched up into him and Cas reacted just on instinct. He grabbed Dean's hips hard enough to bruise and pulled him back in a semblance of fucking, but instead of protesting Dean let out what could only be described as a mewl before letting out a shuddering breath. But it was over before Cas could really process it.

"Chicken." Dean whimpered, "chicken man, you win."

Cas pulled off as quickly as he could without seeming desperate and turned to leave, "And do not forget it. Now that the game is over I would very much like to go to bed, alone, so I would ask you all to leave."

And with as much dignity as man that had been humping his roommate on the floor mere moments before could show, Cas went into his room.

After everyone had left and Cas was soundly asleep Dean started cleaning up, needing to keep busy while his mind kept playing over and over his moments with his best friend. Dean kept on touching the spots that Cas had held him; especially his hips where Cas's grip had been practically possessive. And Dean had liked it, had started getting off on the idea of what would have happened if he hadn't said chicken. Cas could have done anything and Dean would have…

It meant nothing! You are drunk! Dean shook his head in an attempt to block out anymore crazy thoughts, he looked around dejectedly at the mess that was still all over the floor and with a sigh decided that it would be best to deal with it in the morning.

Authors Note

So I just want to thank everyone who has read this! It means so much! Reviews would be beyond appreciated :) Anywho, I hope everyone is having a GREAT day! Hope to have the next chapter up soon! Oh! By the way this story I am hoping to be about 25(ish) chapters, but who knows? Bye! And thanks!