"Dean Winchester." Mrs Parker calmly called out from across the classroom. Although she kept a calm and collected tone, it was obvious she was infuriated. "What?" Dean pushed back his chair and crossed his legs on his desk. "Where is your homework? This is the eighth week you neglected to return it. You are in eleventh grade now Dean. More is expected of you. Not this tardiness." Dean smirked. "Didn't do it, sweetheart." He chuckled. "You… YOU SON OF A" Dean left the room before she could finish. "Whoops, the door locks from the outside." Dean took out a paperclip and picked the lock shut. As he walked away he blew a kiss to Mrs Parker through the window.
"Okay, Dean. This isn't funny anymore. How did you get suspended this time? This is the eighteenth time you've been suspended. Dean you really need to get your game together."
"I refused to do my homework, called my teacher sweetheart and locked her in her classroom. What's so bad about it?" John was nearly as mad as Mrs Parker now. "Get out." He said to Dean. "What?" Dean looked partially offended, partially like he had just been shot. "You heard me. Get. Out!" John pushed Dean outside and Dean landed on a gravelled pathway outside their door, grazing his knees quite badly. "Ow! Son of a bitch." He muttered to himself as he began walking towards the train station, at least the steps there are possible to sleep on. If the demons don't find him first, that is.
Quiet sobbing was barely audible from the steps above where Dean attempted to sleep. It sounded like a boy about his age. Although it was hard to hear he still recognised the sound. Castiel. The boy from school who was always picked on. The one who never got his way. The one who walked home alone every night. And Dean never even noticed him. Dean felt a wave of guilt penetrate into his soul. A silent tear rolled down his cheek. "Castiel? Is that you?" Dean whispered, loud enough that anyone who was awake could hear, but nobody who was asleep could. "Go away Dean." He sobbed so that his words were hardly distinguishable. "You, you jocks. You don't understand what it's like to be left out. You're probably only here to make fun of me any way." Dean began to sob at hearing how Castiel feels about him. "Castiel. No. I. I would never. Castiel I got kicked out, why are you here?" Castiel looked at him like he thought that Dean thought he was an idiot "Why would I trust you?" Dean shrugged "Because I trust you," Dean caught a glimpse of Castiel's eyes. Beautiful. They were blue, blue like the ocean. A blue that you could get lost in. And he would, but they'd only just met properly. "Because I… I…. I lo- I lost so much, and so it seems did you." Castiel looked down. "I have no family. At least, no Earthly family." Dean would think he was crazy, if he wasn't a hunter. Having seen demons, vampires, werewolves, everything supernatural, he wasn't really in the position to call anyone crazy. "Castiel… this might sound crazy… but… are you a demon?" Castiel jumped up and slapped Dean "You ASS! How DARE YOU?! I can't BELIEVE you would even SAY that! I am a HUMAN! How dare you." Dean was flushed with embarrassment, and pain. "I'm sorry, Cas. Really I am. But… have you always been human?" Cas looked almost embarrassed. "No. I used to be an Angel of the Lord." Dean was expectant. "And?" Cas cocked his head and gave Dean a confused look. "And what?" Dean sighed "And what happened." A tear fell down Castiel's face as he clutched his side. "I fell."
"You fell?" Dean was confused. "I fell from Heaven. Quite literally. My grace was ripped out. My divinity left. Imagine ripping out your kidney with a butter knife soaked in salt water, now imagine it one hundred times worse. That's about a hundredth of the pain." The pain was evident in both of their eyes. "Come on." Dean grabbed Castiel's blanket and pulled him up. "Where are we going?" Cas was confused "To my place." Cas looked really confused. "I thought you got kicked out?" He said, struggling to keep up with Dean's fast pace. "I did. You didn't. Hurry up."
Dean attacked the door to his house. John answered with a gun. "What do you WANT?!" John yelled. Dean shushed him loudly. "It's late, dad, shut up." He looked mad. "I thought I told you to leave. Who's that?" Castiel stepped forward "My name is Castiel, I am a former Angel of the Lord. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Winchester. I know you're going to ask how Dean knows me. I go to his school and he properly met me at the train station. And yes I know you're going to kick me out for my safety but being a former angel I know a thing or two about hunting." Dean was slightly taken aback "Wait, if you knew I was a hunter, why didn't you trust me." Castiel chuckled. "Well, my people skills are rusty. Also, who trusts hunters, of all people, hunters? No. Anyway, John. May I come in?" John was annoyed, but sympathetic. "Okay, you too, Dean, but only to look after Castiel and Sammy, okay?" Dean tried not to let the happiness show in his eyes. "Thanks." He grabbed Castiel's hand and walked in, as soon as he realised what he was doing he let go. Dean walked Castiel into the spare room, next to his and Sam's room, with him. They talked, quite a lot, until finally they fell asleep, Dean going before Cas. Dean had secretly always had a thing for Cas, but he never told anyone. Dean was popular, for once. Castiel, not so much.
Dean woke to find himself in the arms of Castiel. Cas was still asleep. He squirmed his way out of his arms, careful not to wake him. He stood up and looked at Castiel, longingly. He was so beautiful, if guys could be beautiful, he definitely was. Dean stroked Castiel's hair. Cas woke up. Dean sprinted out of the spare room and ran into his. Sam, to his embarrassment, was already awake. "That your boyfriend?" He chuckled. Dean had a stern expression. "No, he was injured, I had to tend to him." Sam cracked up "Uh huh." He walked back into Castiel's room. "You alright, Cas?" He smiled "Don't you worry, child." Dean looked somewhat disturbed. "I may look young but I am very old, remember, I was an angel, after all." Dean chuckled, he couldn't believe he'd fallen for someone who truly was infinitely old. "I don't care anymore, Cas. Cas, age is no barrier, especially socially, everyone thinks that we're the same age." Cas looked down with a smile "I guess that's true, Dean. I guess that's true." Dean walked over to Cas and hugged him. "I'll go get breakfast." Dean whispered to Cas, like it was a huge secret never to be told. Dean walked into the kitchen, "Dad?" He didn't expect him to be home, he was probably hunting, but he called anyway. "Dean!" John called with a dying voice "Quick! I'm in my room!" Dean ran into John's room, what he saw could not be unseen.
John's body, barely alive, bleeding worse than anything Dean had ever seen, and he'd seen a lot of things. "Hellhounds…" John breathed as the light left his eyes. "Sammy! Cas!" He called, in a mound of tears. They both rushed in. Sam and Cas went on either side of Dean and hugged him from the side. Sam whispered "He died for you, you know. Ten years ago you were dying, I can remember. He sold his soul to the crossroads demon." A lone tear rolled down Dean's face, followed by many more. "Dad…" He sobbed in grief for his father, rotting in hell because of him. "Dean, it'll be okay, he signed himself up for this, and it isn't your fault." Cas closed Dean in a comforting embrace. "Come on, call 911 and report this." Cas said soothingly. Dean ran into the kitchen again and raided the liquor cupboard. "Dean, no! You're too young!" Cas called out. "Look at this face. Does it look like it cares?" Cas stared into Dean's grief stricken, stern, unforgiving face. Alas, he couldn't see that. All he could see was love. He loved Dean, and he knew Dean loved him too, but he couldn't say it. Dean was so lovable, at least to Cas he was. Cas looked down, embarrassed "No." Dean took a huge sip of beer down, taking in half the bottle without breathing and then immediately went soft "I'm sorry, Cas. I just can't be sober right now." Dean was obviously already drunk. "This is probably the alcohol talking, but being drunk doesn't make me love you any less. Cas I really love you!" Cas blushed and looked away with embarrassment. "Oh, Dean. Stop it!" Cas chuckled, flirting.
Sam stormed around the room "Sorry to ruin the moment with your new boyfriend, Dean, but YOUR DAD HAS JUST YOU KNOW, KIND OF DIED!" Black smoke went unnoticed into Dean's mouth and Sam picked up Dean's bottle of beer and threw it out the window. "Son of a BITCH!" Dean yelled and pushed Sam over, despite being him being in sixth grade, a lot smaller than Dean himself, he was very strong and agile. They were almost an even fight. But with Dean's height and age advantage, he was the obvious winner. Surprisingly, Dean caused no harm to Sam, but instead whispered through grinded teeth "Shut. Up." Dean grabbed Castiel by his coat (why was he still wearing that coat?) and dragged him back to Castiel's room. "Dean, what happened there?" Castiel was obviously trying to comfort Dean, but it didn't work. You could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. No. Literally.
Black smoke arose from Dean's mouth and ears. Cas was terrified. He was in love, with a demon?! He ran into Sam and Dean's room to get Sam to help, but he simply saw Sam with his arm outstretched, groaning in pain, with eyes tinted black. Psychic was all Cas could think, great, a family of freaks he thought. "Samuel! What on earth are you doing?!" Cas screamed at Sam "I knew he was possessed." Sam grunted through pain. "I have to exorcise him!" He exhaled and his eyes became white again. They soon returned to black. "I have demon blood in my veins, don't ask, just grab the big diary thing in the kitchen and help me exorcise Dean!" Cas ran into the kitchen and grabbed a large book that looked like a diary. As he walked into his room he saw Dean, screaming in agony. If only I could help him Cas thought. No! He's a demon you idiot! Cas flipped through the pages until he found an exorcism. "Exorcizamus te omnis immundis spiritus omnis satanica potestus." Cas chanted, only stopping for a breath "Omnic incursio, infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio omnis congregatio. Et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte ecclesiam tuam, securi tibi facias, libertate, servire, TE ROGAMUS!" He then brought his voice down to a whisper "Adios, bitch." Dean screamed, louder than Cas had ever heard anyone scream, and then he slumped to the ground. "Cas?" Dean asked, weak. "Dean?" Castiel lay next to Dean "Are you okay?" Dean let a tear roll down his cheek and nodded "What about Sammy?" Dean choked on his own tears. "He's okay, the demon didn't hurt him." Dean put his arms around Cas in a loving embrace, and Castiel closed his lips around Dean's. Soft. Warm. Comforting. Dean was Castiel's everything now. He couldn't let him go. Never. He closed his eyes and let the thought of only Dean seep in. It was perfect.