Hello!

Thanks for all your support, those who've been reading my prompts on FB!

I am excited to be writing again.

This computer is great, but has a bit of a glitch while typing. It likes to double space and add extra letters. I've tried to correct as much as possible.

This chapter is pretty short, but I am hoping for the next chapter to double.

A few things to know:

Bold means another language is being spoken

Italic means some sort of accent

Alright, that's all for now…

Enjoy!

Dean let out a groan when Sam jumped on top off him. He had been having a fantastic dream about the upcoming wet T-Shirt competition at the Fair. With excellent aim, and perfect timing, Dean kicked his little brother right in his chest and onto the floor. "Why are you in my room dweeb…?" He yawned out, forcing himself into a teetering sitting position. His brown hair stuck up in every direction, screaming for a trim and sleep filled eyes locked onto his offender; the 13 year old rubbed his chest, trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of him.

"…Jerk…!" He managed to force out before getting a few good breaths. "…Your pack of heathens are downstairs waiting for you." Dean perked up quickly at that and looked at his alarm.

"Damn! One already?" He knew not setting an alarm was a bad idea, but the thought of hearing that annoying beep on a Saturday was too much. "Tell them I'll be down in 15 minutes and don't be weird!" Dean yelled after Sam as he ran down the hall. He had made plans with his small, but adored group of friends to hang out at their usual spot before going to Claire's house for some group studying.

Jumping out of bed he found a pair of old jeans on the ground and slipped them over his black boxers. He snatched his favorite grey shirt out of the closet and slipped it on. He smiled at the faded words 'Be my cherry pie' before focusing on his hair. Once it was combed and tame, he grabbed his back computer bag and hurriedly shoved his laptop and other small trinkets inside it. He needed to get downstairs before Sam decided to tell an embarrassing story about Dean. "I'll super swirl that little bitch…" Dean mumbled to himself, as he slipped on sock and dark sneakers while hoping for the door.

He got downstairs just in time to stop Sam from finishing the story about Dean shooting milk out of his nose, by clamping a hand over his mouth. His friends protested, and he flipped them off. "Come on Deano, can't handle a little embarrassment?" Gabriel, his youngest and longest kept friend(only a year and a half older than Sam)said with his obnoxious grin. "I think we deserve it since I had to walk all the way back here from the shop, just to collect you." He may appear carefree and idiotic at times but Gabriel had some brain. He'd skipped so many grades, he was in Dean's classes. It still didn't stop him from being the comedic relief most days.

"You live next door…Why didn't you wake me up, ass?" Dean released Sam's mouth when he licked his palm. "Gross!" Dean watching Sam run away with a laugh and focused back on Gabriel.

"Hey, I'm not your babysitter." Gabe defended pointing to Lisa. She tried texting you 25 times and Benny even called your dad."

"He's out off town." Dean gave Benny an apologetic look, which Benny shrugged off with a smile. Benny was on his football team; a big guy with a kind heart that could take a hit. He was the same age as Dean, 17, and was the definition of a loyal friend.

"We know that. Now." Gabriel said with a roll of his eyes. "So, if you've caught up on that beautyrest, princess…We'd like to get going before Claire loses are seats." Dean huffed out a breath of air in disbelief and gave the trio a worried stare.

"You left the new girl to fend for herself?" He jogged over to where Sam was on the couch playing video games and smacked his head gently to get his attention. "Gotta go twerp, you staying?" He asked while Gabriel spoke up in the back.

"She's been here for a month already and can fend for herself pretty well." Sam said he'd stay in today and play video games so Dean made him repeat the rules.

"Door stays locked. No one allowed inside until you get back. Call your cell if I get scared, which I won't!" Sam said then stuck his tongue out. Dean rubbed his head roughly, before being shoved off.

"That's my boy! Be back in time to make a late dinner!" He hollered as he walked back to his friends by the front door, still talking about Claire.

"Dean can't help it, she's like a damsel in distress that he must save in order to up his chances of getting laid…" Lisa smirked at him as he walked past them to pull the door open.

"How many times do I have to say that I don't see her like that…" Dean was the last to leave, locking the door behind him. "She's from Russia guys…I just feel bad for leaving her by herself." Dean had met Claire her first day at Wayward High, they had first period Chemistry together, and the two just clicked. Not in a romantic way, not that Dean didn't try either…but he just couldn't see her like that for some reason. Which really threw him off, she was gorgeous with her blonde hair, hazel eyes, and athletic body…Still, she was just not bringing out any spark in him.

"Have you met Russians?" Benny interrupted his thoughts. "They are like the inventors of 'Mess with me and I'll fuck you up, American pig'!" His butchering of the Russian accent made the whole group laugh.

"Still…one of you could've stayed with her." Dean grumbled, picking up his pace. The coffee shop wasn't far away and he was dying for some caffeine.

When the four entered the café, Claire was sitting in their normal booth with her feet propped up and a book in her hand. She wore black leggings and a jean mini skirt; her simple white tank top and converse shoes pulled the outfit together nicely. She smiled, placing the book down and waving when she caught sight of them.

"She looks sooo scared Dean, you were right, we never should've left her alone." The sarcasm in Gabe's voice didn't go unnoticed and he laughed while dodging Dean's head slap and heading to the table. Once everyone was seated the waitress, a girl from school sauntered over and leaned against Dean. She was in his third period. Amara, if he remembered right. He'd been with her quite a few times. Kind of an on and off again thing.

"Hey Dean, if you're free tomorrow, I was wondering if you'd come help me at home…My parents are away and I just can't seem to get my desktop to come on." Her invitation for sex was barely hidden in the weak cover. "Free drinks for the table if you say yes?"

Dean gave his best, flirty smile and pulled her closer by the hip. "Free drinks and an evening with you? How could I possibly say no. Be there at 4?" She giggled, writing her address down, just incase Dean forgot and took everyone's orders.

"Gag." Lisa was the first to comment when the girl left. "Is there a person you haven't slept with at our school?"

"I almost threw up my breakfast." Benny added.

"You do make your rounds, don't you Dean?" Claire's thick accent made Gabe and Benny grin like idiots.

"Hey!" Dean gave them all a stern glare. "Do you not want the free drinks? Besides…I didn't hear you complaining at Jonathan's pool party last month Lis…" He gave her a wink and she threw a napkin at him.

"Loads off alcohol and hormones are the only reason that mistake happened." She scoffed, her cheeks heating up against her wishes. He'd met Lisa Freshman year and the two dated for a little while, but ended it when they realized it was going nowhere. She is going to be 17 in a few months and she is beautiful, like Claire but dark hair and tanned skin. Still, he chose her friendship over sex. Until that night of course. He couldn't decide if Lisa took it personally or casually, and he was afraid to ask.

"Ah yes…the night I regret going into the bathroom without knocking…" Gabriel grimaced at the memory of his friends nearly nude in a tub, grinding against each other. "Claire, be careful with this one…" Gabe pointed at Dean and she only laughed.

"Dean is very…cute." Claire admitted. "…But I like my men a bit more…hmm…built?"

"She likes those bear type guys" Dean smiled at Claire when she only shifted and cleared her throat.

"Seriously though Dean, any off your flings girlfriend or boyfriend material?" Gabe questioned, never remembering Dean having a steady relationship.

"…Nah, that whole love thing is just extreme lust and infatuation. So why waste my time?" Dean smiled sweetly when Amara brought back their drinks and his favorite pie. As the group ate Dean thought about what he'd said. Sure, he'd never been in love but he sure knew what being in lust felt like…So, how much difference could there really be between the two? The first time he felt lust surge through his body was when he was 12 and his friend, now turned enemy, Nick(everyone called him Lucifer now) had an erection at his sleepover. It was Dean's first time giving a blowjob and receiving one. Things didn't go much further than that. Lucifer refused to acknowledge him after that night and started to treat him like trash. He threatened to have him socially humiliated every day for a month after their little night. Now Lucifer likes to randomly pick a fight with Dean any chance he can. He just couldn't wait until graduation. He will never have to deal with Lucifer again.

"Hellooo…Earth to planet Dean?" Gabe knocked on his best friend's temple as he spoke. "We are ready to get going as soon as you land." Dean swatted him away, but nodded and stood.

"Alright, let's go see what Claire's house looks like!" Dean said excitedly, locking that bad memory back in its cage.

"For the last time Winchester…I do not have stuffed Bears and Russian guards wearing…raccoon hats." Claire sighed as they all headed to the door.

"I'll believe you when we get there." Dean pouted. "And hope you're lying the whole way."

"Whoooooa…"All four of the five teens said in unison at the sight of Claire's 'house'.

"This is called a mansion sweetie…" Lisa spoke, the boys still staring in awe.

"What exactly do your parents do again…?" Gabe managed to force out, still staring at the huge circular driveway.

"It is just my father…he is a businessman. A very good businessman." Claire said proudly, guiding her awe struck friends up the steps and into the front door. The entrance was similar to every movie mansion Dean had ever seen, but it was even more amazing to see in person. The dark marble floors and huge double staircase that lead to a second floor and then a third. The center of the room had a large stone-like table with a beautiful vase filled with flowers. Dean had to wonder what someone would need so much space for. Claire let the group stand there in awe for a minute then pulled them to the right, through a arching doorway and into a smaller, but still very spacious room. It had similar floors, with a beautiful grey and black rug that two leather couches, a matching recliner and a coffee table stood rested on. A giant flat screen was mounted on the back wall. "This is the living room, for us to study?" She reminded the dazed teens. Benny gained his composure first, smiling at the blonde.

"Okay guys, we are so having game night here!" His excitement was cut short when Claire gave him a glare. "I-I mean…we need to start studying! I really can't fail this exam…so enough ogling. Everyone soon snapped out off it and agreed. "I am so not doing summer school this year." Lisa said with a jump on the sofa and pulled her bag open. Gabe sat beside her, pulling his own bag open. Dean chose to sit in the floor, to use the coffee table to work on. Claire fell into her normal spot, Dean could tell by how comfortable she looked in the recliner.

"Let's do this!" Gabe clapped his hands together.

About 45 minutes into studying a distant sound of a door closing gets Dean's attention. It sounded like it was upstairs. "Anyone one else here Claire?" He asked, still staring in the direction off the noise.

"Shouldn't be, the maids are off today." The sound of footsteps could definitely be heard by everyone, and they grew louder. Someone was definitely coming down the stairs. Dean and the other two boys stood, waiting for the intruder to turn the corner.

"Claire? Is that you-oh!" The man spoke in Russian but Dean could recognize surprise and embarrassment without a translation. He wore nothing but a loose fitting towel around his waist, amazing hips flexed and twisted as he attempted to cover himself; his raven hair still dripping from a hot shower, if the steam coming from his body was an indication. "Uh…forgive…I didn't realize you had…" His accent was thicker than Claire's, like he'd had a lot less practice, and his voice was deep and enthralling. It seems he'd paused to find the right words when a squeal from Claire broke the awkward tension. She jumped from her chair and ran right into the man's waiting arms. Lisa and Dean stared in appreciation as well sculpted biceps tightened around her to return the gesture.

"When did you get back in town!? Why didn't you call me?" Claire spoke in her native tongue, leaving her friends to guess what was happening.

"I tried, but your phone went straight to voicemail, sweetheart. Ah. I believe we are being rude to your guests…" He looked at the group before releasing her with an awkward cough and tightened his towel when he noticed sharp green eyes staring at him with intense focus. It was the boy standing by the coffee table. His eyes showed no sign of embarrassment at his blatant gawking.

"Oh! Right! Sorry guys, this is Castiel. He's my father." Claire smiled lovingly at Castiel as she spoke, happy he was home early.

"Father!?" Each member of the group blurted out at the same time, startling both Claire and Castiel.

"It is a pleasure…" Dean swallowed the lump in his throat when his eyes connected briefly with light blue ones as he spoke the last word and smiled a crooked smile that made the teen's heart do flips in his chest. "I will go…uh…?" Castiel motioned to himself, but finally gave up his search for the correct words and looked to Claire for help.

"Get dressed?" She offered.

"Ah, yes! Get dressed. Then I will make food for snacking." His smile could light up this whole mansion in a power outage Dean thought, raising his hand slightly to get the Novak's attention. It worked.

"I vote you say in the towel and just skip to the 'food for snacking part'." He said shamelessly, even when Claire gave him a warning glare.

"I second that." Lisa quickly added, getting a laugh from the others.

"All of you shut up!" Claire barked protectively. Castiel tilted his head slightly, eyes once again catching Dean's(who grinned like a wolf ready to attack) before looking at Claire for an explanation. She smiled and waved it off, telling him to get dressed. Quickly.

When he turned the corner to head up the stairs Dean crawled across the living room to peek around the corner and watch him ascend. That was until Claire grabbed him by the ear and pulled him away.

"Stop trying to have eye sex with my father!" She thought those were words she'd never have to say.

Dean laughed, putting his hands up in defense. "I'm sorry, but HOT. DAMN…" Dean bit his lip, those sexy hips still fresh on his mind.

"What kind of 'dad' looks like that outside of a manga?" Lisa defended and everyone nodded.

"Face it Claire…" Gabe sighed, trying to contain his smile. "Your dad is a DILF." Dean was quick to nod his head at that.

"A…what…?" She knitted her eyebrows together. Dean leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Oh my…that's disgusting!" She hit Dean with the closest pillow, and then again. Everyone laughed loudly as Claire continued her assault.

Another hour passed, Dean promising to be a good boy, with intense studying. The cookies Castiel, now dressed in blue jeans and a long sleeved, white shirt, had made them were delicious. Dean noticed the plate was empty, and Claire was distracted by a problem with Lisa. Quietly he picked up the pate and headed into the kitchen where Castiel was making dinner. It took him longer than he'll admit to find the area, but the smell of beef and garlic helped a lot.

Castiel stood with his back to Dean, giving him a great view of his ass, stirring the stew on the stove. After a moment to appreciate the man, Dean cleared his throat. It startled Mr. Novak, but he quickly regained his composure when he saw Dean. "Can I help you…ahm…?"

"Dean Winchester, sir…I was just taking a break and thought I'd help clean up." He held up the empty plate with a, practiced, sweet smile.

"How kind of you, but you are a guest…" Castiel took the plate, going to placed it in the sink, but Dean's gripped tightened and Mr. Novak looked up to meet his gaze with confusion. Dean could listen to him all day; and those eyes…He'd never seen a blue quite like them. It was like they had their own glow. Seriously, how does he look so good?

"What kind of cologne is that?" Dean changed the subject, not letting go of the plate and leaning closer to Castiel with his eyes closed. "It smells amazing." When he opened his eyes, wide blue ones stared back. Dean thought he saw a light tint to his cheeks but Castiel pulled away too quickly, covering his nervousness with a laugh, or so the teen hoped that's what he was doing…

"It is mainly sold in Russia, but…I am glad you like it young Winchester. Trying to fit in here is…ah…difficult? Yeah…" His smile was still sweet and Dean couldn't decide if the man noticed his subtle flirting, or just chose to ignore it.

"Yeah…Americans can be dickwads, so don't put too much effort into fitting in. I think you're just perfect Mister Novak…" Dean leaned against the counter and watched Castiel stir the stew once more. He gave a look over his shoulder, but that was all.

"Castiel is perfectly acceptable young Winchester." Dean didn't know why that excited him so much, but his heart was racing.

"Alright, Castiel, then Dean is 'perfectly acceptable' as well." Right as Castiel turned, Dean's hand was outstretched. The older man smiled again, grabbing the much tanner hand. Dean felt a spark shoot through his body and cause his stomach to flutter as goosebumps trailed up his arm.

"…A pleasure to meet you, Dean." Castiel gave no clear indication of flirtation, and for the first time in a long time, Dean didn't have anything smooth or charismatic to say. He blanked.

"Uh…Y-yeah…same…I mean…" He took a breath and let it out. "It's a pleasure to meet you too…Mr. Nov- I mean…Castiel…I should…" His hand fell from the other's and he ducked his head to hide his reddening face. "I'm going to study…ni-nice talking to you…" He finished lamely and stumbled back into the hallway.

What the hell was that? He thought to himself as a confused Castiel stared after him before giving a shrug and turning back to dinner. Dean hadn't sounded that pathetic since that night with Lucifer. Walking back into the living room to find out his presence wasn't even missed, he sat down and stared at his book. That was not how Castiel was going to remember him…as some shy, mumbling little kid. Oh no. Dean let a smile pay across his face as he formed a plan. Whether the guy was into men or not, he was going to make him at least question his sexuality before summer was over.

Castiel Novak was going to remember Dean's name and face for years to come.