Chapter 1

So, this is pretty rough but I just wanted to get it online so, sorry if there's any issues/mistakes but if I edit it enough, it'll never be finished so, enjoy :)

Also, my page breaks malfuntioned so it changes scenes randomly but imagine there's a page break and it'll all make sense. I uploaded the first three chapters before I realised :(Anyway, please enjoy.

I find it really hard to condense things so it takes a while to get into the reeeeeallly good stuff but it's coming so, hang in there ;)

"I think he actually enjoys torturing people," whispers Anna, grimacing at the disgusting display in front of her.

Castiel averts his eyes as he continues to shuffle his books into his locker, "I think he's just a dick," he retorts.

Anna lets out a sad chuckle, "It's because he's so good-looking," she decides, "Only good-looking people get away with acting like assholes." Anna crosses her arms and leans her back against the lockers thoughtfully as Castiel finishes exchanging his textbooks. He follows her eyesight to see Dean Winchester trip over a small boy wearing a super-mario t-shirt.

Anna inwardly groans at the performance. Castiel merely rolls his eyes. Watching Dean Winchester pick on others always makes Anna's stomach turn. Castiel, however, is used to it. He's desensitised to the antics of Dean Winchester and wishes he could intervene. It's hardly worth it, though. Past occurrences have taught him that he causes more trouble for everyone by stepping in than he does by ignoring it. Besides, as far as Castiel's concerned, 'super-mario' is getting off easy.

As much as Dean Winchester's a dick, he isn't a total jerk. He doesn't beat the snot out of his victims or torment people for being gay or poor, he just picks on those who are smarter than him. He just likes acting like a tough guy for the entertainment of his friends. There was one time he got suspended for putting some kid named Gordon in the hospital but he had been one of Dean's best friends. Whatever happened between them, it hadn't been an act of bullying.

"I bet he's into that dominatrix stuff," Castiel says jokingly, trying to lighten Anna's mood as Dean and his close group of friends hurry out towards the football field. To ditch class, no doubt, Castiel thinks to himself.

Castiel feels accomplished when Anna smiles warmly.

"Nah," she disagrees, "That big tough guy act… He likes scented candles and cuddling."

A loud chuckle bursts from Castiel's lips.

"Funnily enough, I can't see it," Castiel admits through fits of laughter.

"But you can see him dressing in leather with a riding crop?" Anna inquires with suspicion present in her expression, "Or maybe you just like that image?" She grins mischievously.

Castiel scoffs, "Yeah, because I get all hot for pretty-boy bullies."

Anna chuckles and grins at her best friend, "What's next?" She asks.

Castiel inwardly groans at the thought of having to sit through his next class. He likes Biology and he's good at it but having it as your last period, on a Friday… That's torture.

Anna grins, "Adventure?" She suggests.

Castiel considers rejecting the idea immediately. He doesn't usually let Anna talk him into ditching class but he's willing to make an exception today.

Anna can see the defeat written all over Castiel's face and she thrusts her fist down in a triumphant gesture and silently mouths 'yes'.

Castiel rolls his eyes but follows her, nonetheless.

Dean slumps against his fist, trying, desperately, to keep his eyes open.

"Wake up," Meg hisses in his ear and startles him enough to sit up straight.

He growls at her but continues to stare out into the empty football field. Meg and he sit on their usual bench on the bleachers. The rest of the group had decided to skip out and head to Ash's to start the usual, Friday night get together early. Dean had to stay to make sure Sam gets home okay and Meg had decided to hang back too. Dean couldn't figure out why. She isn't exactly Dean's best friend, in fact, he knows her to be a little vixen at times. She's his friend, sure, but he doesn't even know if he enjoys her company.

Meg nudges him and offers him the rolled cigarette in her hand that smells suspicious.

"I've smoked nearly half the thing Dean," Meg complains. "You have the rest."

He isn't exactly in the mood to get high but he isn't one to say no. Dean grasps the butt between his thumb and forefinger before taking a large drag, passing it back and shaking his head.

"Nah you have it," he tells her.

Meg frowns but lets it go.

Dean rubs his eyes sleepily.

"Hey… check it out," Meg nudges him again. Dean looks up to see two people wandering across the oval. One's a male, wearing a trench coat, and the other's a redheaded girl.

He recognises the boy as Castiel, who's in a few of his classes and the girl is Amy… Anna? He can't remember and he doesn't really care. He knows the two to be brains and never thought he'd see them skipping class.

Meg laughs, "That's a strange sight," she says.

"Yeah," Dean mutters in a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

"I hate that chick…" Meg continues, "She's always giving me dirty looks."

Dean ignores her, uninterested by her petty problems.

"And isn't that dude gay?" She asks.

Dean shrugs, "Yeah… I hate that guy… He gives me the creeps," he confesses, leaning against the bleachers so he's practically lying down. "I feel like he's always checking me out." Dean grins at himself.

Meg lets out a hearty chuckle that's tainted with sarcasm, "Dean, did you ever stop to think that maybe… not everyone wants to get into your pants?" She asks.

Dean shakes his head, "Not for a second."

It's true, Castiel gives him the creeps. It isn't because he's gay. Dean truly doesn't have a problem with homosexuality, despite what he says in front of Meg. There's just something about the kid. Dean's never really spoken to the kid but, on the rare occasions that he's made eye contact with him, Dean had felt somewhat… intimidated. Something about the way he stares with his big, intense, blue eyes. Dean can't put a finger on the emotion it provokes in him.

"You're so full of yourself," Meg laughs, "It's off-putting, really."

Dean scoffs in humour, "Can't help what God gave me, sugar…"

"You can help your vanity… Or is that God-given too?" She smiles in false sweetness.

Dean shrugs, "It's not without reason," Dean grins, "If people didn't flock to me… maybe I wouldn't be so vain."

Meg scoffs, "Flock to you?"

Dean smiles and winks, "Yes, ma'am."

"I refuse to accept your hypothesis without evidence," she grins. Dean rolls his eyes. He hates when she tries to act smart. Meg is smart, he knows that. But her need to prove it all the time irritates Dean.

"You've seen it for yourself, Meg," Dean continues, "I can have anyone I want, anywhere… anytime," he grins smugly.

Meg rolls her eyes and returns to the magazine she's been lazily flipping through, "You can't have me," she reminds him with a smirk.

Dean stifles a laugh, "I did have you, Meg, and it wasn't that great," he turns to look at her again and her smile drops into a resentful grimace quicker than her panties dropped for Dean. "Or did you forget about that?" He inquires, letting his mouth pull into an arrogant grin.

Meg chews her lip in infuriation, "I've been trying to forget, actually."

Dean chuckles, feeling pleased by her discomfort. He's such a dick, Meg and Dean have the same thought. Meg hates him sometimes, Dean, however, knows he's a prick but he's also a little proud.

"My statement stands," he continues.

Meg chews her lip thoughtfully. She stares out at the football field and, as she lays eyes on the redhead and the trench coat sitting at the edge of the field, a plan develops.

"Prove it," she provokes, trying to conceal the mischievous smile approaching her lips by biting down.

Dean looks to her with intrigued eyebrows. Before he can ask, Meg gestures to Castiel with her chin.

"Since he wants you so bad… prove it."

Dean tries to decipher her expression. Surely, she must be kidding? He thinks.

Dean scoffs, "I'm not going to seduce a guy just to prove something to you," he practically hisses, shaking his head.

"Maybe not for me but… for fifty bucks?" She inquires.

Dean looks outraged, "What do I look like to you? A cheap prostitute?" The corner of Meg's mouth twitches, "Don't answer that," he adds. "There isn't enough money in the world to get me to sleep with a dude!" He looks away, disgusted with her. He isn't homophobic but it's definitely not his thing, he's straight!

Meg rolls her eyes, "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Dean… I'm not suggesting you sleep with him… I'm merely suggesting an attempt to sleep with him."

Dean turns to look at her again and raises his eyebrows, his interest returning.

"Let me get this straight… You want me to seduce some dude for fifty bucks?"

Meg can sense Dean's reluctance, "IF -," She clarifies, hoping it will stir up his competitive streak. "You can seduce him," she continues, "… if not… you owe me."

Dean ponders her proposal thoughtfully, "I'm intrigued…" He confesses, "but not sold, Meg."

Meg rolls her eyes, "A hundred?"

Dean purses his lips, "I don't have to actually have sex with him, right?" He clarifies.

Meg shakes her head, "Just… get him into bed… you just have to make sure he's willing which, according to you… he is… it shouldn't be too hard, right?"

"Of course!" He agrees, "Easy as pie… but I can't exactly get away with it without… putting in some effort." Dean admits, contemplating the thought of having to kiss the blue eyed man in order to be convincing.

A secret smile spreads across Meg's face, "You're Dean Winchester… Irresistible to all… Right? I would think you could do it with no effort."

Dean glares at her. He decides that he has more to gain than a hundred bucks in this wager. As arrogant as he is, he knows they'll have to be some foreplay. He hasn't been with a single person who would get into bed without it.

"And are you just going to believe me when I win?" He raises his eyebrows at her.

"Well…" she deliberates, "A photo wouldn't go astray."

"You want me to take naked pictures of that guy and show them to you?"

Meg tilts her head mockingly, "Will that be a problem?"

Dean frowns and turns his attention to the two people sitting on the outskirts of the football field. He chews his lip thoughtfully.

"A hundred bucks?" He questions her and Meg nods. "Time limit?"

Meg contemplates his question, "A month," she decides, knowing that whatever limit she gives will have to be good enough. Dean won't admit to needing more time.

"And this will just stay between you and me?" Dean gestures with his pointer finger and waves it between Meg and himself.

Meg mimes zipping her lips and holds her hand up like she's taking an oath, "Cross my heart," she promises.

Dean spares one more glance towards the boy before turning back to Meg and holding out his hand, "You're on," he agrees and Meg takes his hand to confirm their deal.

"Well," Dean begins, "I better get started."

"You see? I told you we wouldn't get caught," Anna grins at Castiel as they head to the car park.

Castiel shrugs, feeling like a goody-two-shoes for being so nervous, "I know… you were right… you're oh-so-smart and oh-so-clever," he says as he pretends to bow to Anna.

They stop at Anna's car, "You sure I can't give you a ride?" She asks, knowing the answer.

Castiel shakes his head as expected, "Gabriel won't be long," he lies. Anna rolls her eyes before getting into her car and driving off. As soon as she's out of sight, Castiel starts walking home. Gabriel won't be off work for another hour and, even then, he'll pick up Castiel somewhere on the way home. Castiel lives on the outskirts of town, nearly half an hour's drive to school. Despite the fact that Gabriel works in the afternoon, he never lets Anna know that he has to walk for an hour before Gabriel picks him up. She'd insist on driving him and Castiel can't allow her to drive so far out of her way.

Besides, he doesn't mind walking, or waiting. Gabriel does what he can to support himself and his little brother. For that, Castiel will always be thankful and never complain.

"How was school, Sammy?" Dean asks as he slides into his Impala.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," Sam says. Dean notices that he looks exhausted.

"What's wrong… why the poop face?"

Sam shakes his head, "I have a whole weekend ahead of me dedicated to an algebra exam."

Dean grimaces, "Gross."

Dean starts the engine and pulls out of the school grounds and heads home.

"You wanna' come to Ash's tonight?" Dean offers but Sam shakes his head.

"Can't… Too busy." Dean nods, having expected the decline.

Dean's mind wanders to the deal he made earlier. He starts to map out his strategy but his mind comes to a halt as he spots the familiar, tan trench coat. He had searched for that trench coat in the car park, determined to strike up a conversation but he'd been disappointed when he couldn't see him.

He slows down as he approaches the boy and eyes him curiously. Castiel has his eyes on the ground as he walks swiftly. Dean's strategy quickly disappears from his head.

"Dean?" Sam inquires. "You're actually going the speed limit."

Dean remembers Sam and speeds up. He can't offer Castiel a ride with Sam in the car. It's the perfect opportunity to lay some groundwork but he has to drop Sam off first.

Dean turns a corner and Castiel disappears from his rear-view mirror. He speeds, more than usual, on the route home and pulls into the driveway. He quickly explains to Sam before turning around and heading back to Castiel, hoping he's still there. Dean feels a funny relief when he spots the dark haired man. He pulls up beside him and honks his horn.

Castiel jumps at the sound and looks around to see a black car. He peers into the window as the occupant leans over to wind down the window. Castiel recognises Dean Winchester and he instantly frowns.

"Castiel, right?" Dean asks and Castiel nods. "Want a ride?"

Castiel raises his eyebrows, wondering if Dean's making a joke. His expression is unreadable. Castiel decides he doesn't want to hang around to find out.

Without answering, Castiel turns and continues walking down the path. Dean frowns. He puts his baby into park and jumps out.

"Hey!" He calls out but Castiel continues to ignore him. What the hell is his problem? Dean thinks but continues to chase after him. "Hey!" He repeats as he grasps Castiel's bicep.

Castiel turns to face him reluctantly, "What?" He asks.

"Can I give you a ride?" Dean inquires again.

Castiel frowns, "Why?"

Dean looks taken back, "Because I… want to?" He stutters, unable to control the tension he feels under Castiel's gaze. Those eyes, Dean thinks.

"You've never spoken to me before in your life and now you're offering me a ride?" Castiels asks, feeling a little overwhelmed. He can't believe that Dean Winchester is talking to him, let alone offering him a ride. He must have alternative motives. This must be the opening to some mean joke.

Dean feels a little annoyed, "Well… Do you want one or not?"

Castiel contemplates Dean, curious about his tone, "Not," he replies and makes to leave again. Dean grabs him and holds him back again.

Castiel groans.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't get into cars with strangers," Castiel replies curtly.

Dean almost laughs, the kid's clever, "We go to school together, I'm not a stranger," He defends.

"We've never spoken before… You're a stranger," Castiel makes to leave but Dean stops him once more.

"Cas… c'mon… just let me drive you home," Dean persuades. Castiel looks at him, a little confused. Cas, he thinks. No one ever calls him that. Gabriel calls him Cassie but he hates that. For some reason, he likes the name coming from Dean's lips. Actually, he likes Dean's lips. What was that!? Castiel thinks, shut up, Castiel, this is Dean Winchester you're talking about!

Yes, this is Dean Winchester andhe's being so friendly, so nice. It's suspicious.

Cas realises he's left the silence dangle in the air for too long and it's his turn to speak. He's very aware of Dean's hand still grasping his bicep.

"No thank you," He responds and Dean rolls his eyes, letting his arm drop.

"You're very stubborn," Dean observes. "Why can't I drive you home?"

Cas sighs, getting bored of trying to explain this to him, "My house is almost a thirty minute drive away."

Dean shrugs, yielding to those scorching blue eyes, "I don't mind." Cas stays quiet and Dean smiles, sensing the other boy's surrender.

Cas lets out a large breath before agreeing.

Cas sits awkwardly in the passenger seat of the Impala as Dean heads out of town. The only sound comes from the classic rock song coming from the car's radio and Cas giving directions every now and again.

"So, Cas," Dean begins, "What kind of music do you like?" Dean knows it's lame but he's sick of the silence.

"Classical," he answers after a moment and glances at the radio but asks anyway, "you?"

Dean smiles, "Classic rock," he says and Cas just nods and looks out the window. Dean realises that it's up to him to keep the conversation following.

"So…" Dean coughs uncomfortably, "do you usually walk this whole way?"

"No… my brother picks me up on his way home from work," he explains and then, suddenly realising, takes out his mobile phone to tell Gabriel that he already has a ride home.

Dean notices the action and feels as if Cas might be trying to end the conversation, "I get the feeling that you don't like me very much Cas," He declares.

Cas merely shrugs and slides his phone back in his pocket, "I don't know you Dean," he replies before turning his attention back to the window.

"Well… you're not making much of an effort to do so," Dean says lightly, trying to break the ice.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Cas quips sarcastically, "Am I to be scrutinised for not eagerly engaging in conversation with a man who has never before given me the time of day?"

Dean looks startled, "What? No," He defends before frowning, "Cas… I didn't mean… I was just trying…"

Dean stifles a groan, what was wrong with him? He was never anxious or lost for words.

"Trying to what, Dean?" Cas prompts and Dean feels his eyes on him but keeps his own on the road.

Dean shrugs, "Trying to be nice."

Dean jumps when he hears a throaty chuckle from the boy next to him. Castiel can't believe what he's hearing. Anna would be outraged.

"Oh, I see…" Cas nods and Dean senses cynicism, even before he's said anything, "You're Dean Winchester… So… that must mean that one kind act makes up for a lifetime of douche-baggery."

Cas doesn't know where it comes from. He's usually so quiet and shy. Maybe Anna's attitude is rubbing off on him. After all, how could he listen to Dean 'try and be nice' when he's seen the other side of him?

Dean's frown deepens, "Do you have a problem with me, Cas?" He blurts out with hurt and anger in his voice.

"I saw you picking on a boy earlier today," Cas admits.

Dean spares a sideways glance at the guy next to him, "Oh," is all he manages to say.

"Why do you feel the need to bully others?"

Dean swallows. Honestly, he doesn't know why he does it. He just likes the attention he gets from his friends. That and he can't stand nerds, smug little bastards. Except for Sammy… Sammy isn't arrogant about his intelligence. Arrogance? Dean asks himself. Who was he to talk about arrogance? He pulls himself out of his self-evaluation to answer the unasked question, floating in the air.

"I don't know why," he finally spits out as he spares a glance at Castiel. He's startled to see Cas staring back at him and realises it was a bad idea to look. With those blue eyes on him, he feels completely submissive. "But…" He continues, "If you don't want me to… I won't do it anymore."

Dean can't tell what's wrong with him. Why is so willing and… almost compelled to please this boy? For whatever reason, he can't stand being judged by him. He thinks he's an asshole, that much is clear, and it makes Dean's stomach swirl uncomfortably with guilt.

"Why you'd you care what I want?" Cas asks in genuine curiosity.

Dean didn't realise how that must have sounded. He coughs uncomfortably and looks pointedly out the window, letting the question be blatantly ignored because, frankly, he doesn't have an answer.

He can't believe that came out. He didn't mean it to come out, now it sounds like Dean cares what the guy thinks. Isn't that the point? He asks himself. Dean smiles to himself, realising he's laying down groundwork without even realising it. Actually, he hadn't been concentrating on his plan at all. He'd been too distracted to think and evaluate every word that he said. Playing out every sentence and putting just the right amount of flirting behind it. He'd just been talking and subconsciously laid groundwork anyway. He smiles smugly, maybe he's just that good. Or maybe it's something else? Dean wonders and a weird feeling fills him up, like his brain's gone all fuzzy.

Where had his mind gone? Cas, his subconscious thinks, your mind's been on Cas.

Dean shakes his head and dismisses the thought eagerly.

"This is it," Cas breaks Dean's concentration as he points to his house. Dean notices it isn't much and wonders if it's just him and his brother living there.

Dean pulls into the driveway and Cas sits awkwardly for a moment.

"Thank you for the ride," he mutters before making to leave. Dean puts his hand on his arm to stop him.

"Wait, Cas," Dean begins and regrets it as soon as those blue orbs meet his. Once more, he feels like putty. He had planned on saying something clever and charismatic but that all went out the window as soon as he met those eyes. What's happening to him? "Do you really think I'm a jerk?" He blurts out, feeling the vulnerability in his voice.

Cas almost softens at Dean's expression. He really looks upset, can that be real? Cas feels almost angry at the guy for making him feel bad for the big oaf. Cas leans back against the seat and sighs.

"Prove me wrong," he says and regrets the words instantly when Dean's face falls in a way he could've never imagined. It's so sad he almost wants to reach out and touch him. "Dean," Cas begins and he doesn't know what to say, he just wants that expression gone, "Why did you stop for me today?"

Dean shrugs, "I just saw you walking and thought… hey… I know that kid," he grins but Cas is shaking his head.

"No, Dean," Cas retorts, "You passed me on the street and then, for some reason, felt the need to turn around and ask me if I wanted a ride."

Dean frowns and opens his mouth to ask before Cas answers, "You're Dean Winchester," he explains and Dean can't help the strange thrill he feels when Cas says his full name, "Everyone knows you drive a '69 Chevy Impala… You don't exactly see another one roaming around town, do you?"

Cas looks expectant but Dean can't think of an answer. Why is this so hard? He's never had to think so much with other people. Cas is so curious, so suspicious of him, he isn't like everyone else. He isn't afraid to tell Dean that he thinks he's a douchebag.

"I don't know, Cas," Dean finally says, "I just… saw you and… I don't know… I wanted to pick you up but, for some reason…" Dean frowns at himself as the truth spills over, "I didn't want my brother in the car… I wanted you…" Dean coughs uncomfortably and pointedly looks even further away from Cas, trying to avoid his stare, "alone… so I took him home and picked you up."

Dean finally works up the courage to look at Cas but he's looking down like he's in deep thought. He finally looks up.

"You wanted me alone?" He asks, "Why?"

"You ask a lot of questions," Dean acknowledges. The words come out breathless as he stares at Cas, their faces inches from each other.

Cas shifts uncomfortably and decides to leave once more but is stopped by Dean, again.

"Do you want to come to a party with me tonight?" Dean blurts out. He hadn't even considered it as a way to get into Cas' pants. He could get him a little drunk and get this over with before the weekend is out but that hadn't even occurred to him. Actually, he realises just how stupid it is. Bringing a brain to a party to win a bet that he doesn't want everyone to know about isn't really the brightest idea he's ever had.

Dean really hadn't thought it through; he just wanted an excuse for Cas not to leave.

Cas looks confused, "Um," he considers, "I don't think so… I don't often go to parties."

Dean doesn't question why, "Well then maybe we could just hang out?"

Cas can't put his finger on the new behaviour. It's suspicious but he can't deny being slightly curious about the concept of hanging out with Dean. What does he mean when he says hang out? Are they becoming friends? Perhaps it's more than that. It's a lot to process in one afternoon.

Cas feels compelled to question why Dean wants his company but he resists, remembering that Dean thinks he asks too many questions. He doesn't trust him but a part of him is kind of intrigued by the other side of Dean. It's strange because he barely knows the guy but he's seeing something more in him now. He can see vulnerability and consideration. Something he never thought he would see in Winchester.

"And do what?" Cas prompts but Dean merely shakes his shoulders.

"Watch movies, eat food… Hang out… tomorrow maybe?"

Cas contemplates Dean's offer for a moment. He desperately wants to ask Dean why we wants to, all of a sudden, hang out with him but he holds back. He really does ask a lot of questions. He dismisses his insecurities immediately, knowing that he has every reason and right to be suspicious.

"I'll agree to hang out with you, Winchester," Cas begins and feels a pang of glee at the smile on Dean's face, "If you can tell me why you want to hang out with me."

The hope in Dean's expression vanishes as he rolls his eyes and looks away from Cas' persuading gaze. Dean clears his throat, realising that he's not going to get through this without giving Cas the answers he's looking for.

Dean sighs, "I don't like people thinking I'm a jerk-,"

"Funny… I was under the impression you thrived on it," Cas cuts across him. Dean looks over to give Cas his best 'is that supposed to be funny?' look. Cas can't help but think that he looks cute when he pulls that face. He lets a cheeky smile possess his mouth and Dean reciprocates with a bashful chuckle. The sound is heart-warming.

Stop it Cas! A voice yells at him. He realises it's Anna's voice in his head as his guilty conscious forces him to think, what would Anna do? She wouldn't look at Dean Winchester and bask in the beauty that is his smile.

Okay, Anna's voice is in his head again, now that's too far, Cas!

"Anyway," Dean continues and Cas breaks his lock on those green eyes to focus on his moving mouth. Dean notices Cas' focus on his lips and the corners of his mouth twitch at the subtle action. "I don't like you thinking that I'm a jerk," Dean clarifies and he realises that there's an abundance of truth behind his words.

Cas can't help the sudden rush of pleasure he feels at the statement. A smile plays on his lips as he looks up into Dean's eyes, realising that he'd noticed Cas' distraction. Feeling an unusual tension in air, Cas turns away, too afraid of what he might do. He can't stand the thought of finding out the hard way that the chemistry is in his head.

"Dean, I hope I'm not being rude but you don't know me, why do you care what I think?"

Dean shrugs and looks out the front window to stare at Cas' front door, "Because you're the first person to actually tell me what you think…" He admits and he doesn't need to lie to Cas, now that he thinks about it, he hasn't needed to lie to him at all today, "I know everyone thinks I'm an asshole… but you're the first person to come right out and say… That finally makes it true, I guess," Dean chuckles sadly.

"So, you're determined to prove me wrong?" Cas almost grins at Dean's attempt to make a joke.

Dean nods, "I hope so."

Cas sighs as he feels himself giving in, "Fine," he begrudgingly agrees. Dean grins uncontrollably and Castiel can't help the exhilaration it gives him knowing that he made that.

"Awesome," Dean smiles, "give me your number and I'll text you sometime tomorrow."

The two exchange numbers and Castiel grazes Dean's hand as they swap phones back. The electricity in their touch is overwhelming. Dean can't control himself as he leans forward. He hadn't planned on it but his body acts on its own accord.

Cas' eyes flick to Dean's just in time to see the boy lean in. His lips ghost over his and he feels his breath in his mouth. They come within a hair's breadth of each other before Castiel gasps against his will and pulls away. Disappointment floods Dean but he continues to stare at Cas, looking for answers but Cas' expression is impassive.

Cas' brain moves a million miles an hour as he stares out the front door, his heart beating so hard he's surprised that Dean can't hear it. He's vaguely aware that Dean has leaned back into his seat and he realises that he should speak. Speak, move or do something!

"I have to go,"Cas mutters, barely louder than a whisper, before he jumps form the car with haste and heads straight for his house, unlocks the door and shuts it behind him.

Cas instantly begins to dread having to explain this to Anna.

Dean stares at the empty space where Cas just was. He feels hurt by his sudden absence and has to wonder what he possibly did to upset him. He realises that he's been sitting in Cas' driveway for probably a minute too long and instantly puts his car in reverse and heads home.

"What the hell?" He asks aloud.

He just tried to kiss Castiel. He'll argue with himself, tell himself it's for the good of the wager but he knows that it's a cope out. The bet had been the furthest thing from his mind, he had wanted to kiss Cas.

Dean thumps against his steering wheel in frustration, "I'm Dean Winchester, damn it! I'm not gay!" In that instant, Dean forces an array of images through his mind. Breasts – butt – long, feminine legs – long, luscious hair – soft, pink lips – bedroom eyes – scorching, blue eyes – defined, stubble covered jaw – tousled, dark hair – STOP

"God damn it," Dean curses, smacking his steering wheel again, "I. Am. Not. Gay!" He chants again.

Cas doesn't want to have this conversation but he needs it. He quickly dials Anna's number as he paces the length of his bedroom.

"City Sperm Bank, you spank it, we bank it! How may I help you?" Anna answers and Castiel scrunches his nose in repulsion.

"Anna… that's disgusting," he comments and she chuckles.

"It's good though, right?" She giggles and Cas joins in, "Thought of it myself."

"You should be so proud," he says sarcastically before growing silent.

"What's up Cas-apillar?"

Cas snorts, "No," he says simply, rejecting yet another one of her ridiculous nicknames.

He can almost hear her pout and then she sighs, "Fine, what's up?"

"Something really strange just happened," he begins nervously and Anna buzzes, urging him to spill the beans. Cas coughs uncomfortably, "I think Dean Winchester has a crush on me."

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