A/N:

Hi friends. This is going to be a two-shot and it's going to deal with a lot of drama and angst and tragedy. It will be dealing with a sensitive subject and I haven't found any fics on here that deal with this topic so if you feel it's offensive then I apologize, but when a story comes to mind I need to write it out. With that being said, you've been warned. So if you read the story description and you don't feel comfortable reading, then just sit this one out. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy.

Also I don't own any of these characters. The only thing that belongs to me is my disturbed mind.

Friday, October 25, 2013.

It was a typical Friday at Centennial Secondary School, the teenagers less focused on their schoolwork and more focused on the weekend. Halloween was in only 6 short days, and since Halloween fell on a Thursday the following week, it was decided among the crowd of teenagers that the annual high school Halloween party would fall on the Friday before, the 25th.

This year a senior student, Lisa Braeden, would be the one to throw the party. Her parents had a massive house, lots of money and little rules, so they would pay to deck the place out in the spookiest decorations money could buy, and had no qualms about supplying the alcohol for the underaged teens. In short, everybody was stoked. The guys because they would be surrounded by inebriated girls in the raciest costumes they could find, and the girls because for one day out of the year, they could dress as provocatively as they like, wear as much heavy makeup as they desire, and nobody could judge them.

It was gearing up to be a great night, one for the books. Now if only the day would just go by a little quicker, then the day would be perfect. Little did everybody know, nobody would end up partying that night. Before the school day was over, there would be despair and tragedy that nobody could have prepared for. They had no idea what they were in store for.

It was morning, and everybody was roaming the halls, gathering around lockers, and rushing to class. Among those students was Castiel Novak. A quiet, respectful, and somewhat nerdy senior. He was standing at his locker, gathering his books when he felt the body heat of another person beside him. He closed his locker door with a sigh, knowing exactly who it was.

"What can I do for you, Dean?" He said lamely, turning his attention to the larger of the two beside him.

"You got that essay I asked you to write for me?" Dean asked.

Cas just nodded slightly, sighing before digging in his binder to find the sheet of paper he was searching for.

Dean Winchester was something else. He was popular and somewhat famous among his peers. He was tall, strongly built, and alluring. He could sweet talk anybody, and use his charm to get what he wanted. He was statuesque and had a perfectly symmetrical face, complete with striking green eyes, perfectly shaped plump lips, and a dusting of freckles. He was popular with the ladies, but if Cas could guess, he'd say Dean was over compensating for something. Nevertheless, he was respected and feared and adored. Nobody messed with Dean Winchester. And while he wasn't necessarily a bully, he used his influence on the school to get what he wanted, and he did nothing to stop his cruel friends when they bullied other people, Castiel, sadly, being one of those people.

Dean had come to Castiel the previous day, not so much asking but demanding he write his English essay for him, which of course, was due the following day. Usually, Cas wasn't one to give in to the popular kids, he was shy and quiet but he stood up for himself, which usually earned him a punch in the face, or a shove against a locker. When he had told Dean that he was sorry, he couldn't do it because he was simply swamped in his own homework, Dean had offered to get his friends to back off of him and his friends who were also frequently bullied, Chuck and Kevin, for at least a month. The idea of a humiliation and pain free month for him and his best friends was enough to make him cave, which lead them up to this moment.

Cas handed the paper to Dean, who seemed to tense when their fingers brushed at the exchange. Cas noted this as odd, but didn't pry.

"One English essay, coming up."

Dean relaxed a bit, ruffling his hand through Castiel's already messy mop of hair.

"Thanks, kid. Better be grade A material or the deal is off, though." Dean said seriously. Castiel just nodded, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

"I can assure you, my work has never been below an A grade, Dean. You'll be fine."

Before Dean could reply, Kevin came running over to Cas, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, Castiel smiled at his friend's gesture and tried not to notice when he saw Dean's eye twitch, a flash of anger, jealousy, annoyance, something along those lines, finding it's way onto his face, it was so quick, that Cas wasn't even sure if he'd seen correctly.

"Scram, Kevin, I'm talking to Novak" Dean spat. Kevin, never caring much for Dean, simply rolled his eyes, ignoring him.

"We still on for tonight, Cas?" Kevin asked, a smile on his lips.

"Of course, Kevin. Is everything all set at Chuck's? Where is he today, anyway?"

"Everything is a go, sir. Chuck stayed home today, he wanted to go get some old movies and some cheap alcohol for us. Wouldn't be a party at Chuck's without a little bottom shelf whisky"

"You're not going to Lisa's party, Cas?" Dean asked, his brow furrowed.

"Of course not, Dean. I am not welcome there. Plus, the idea of being surrounded by a copious amount of teenagers who cannot hold their liquor makes me uncomfortable. Me, Kevin and Chuck are just going to have an old horror movie marathon, order some food and have some bad drinks." Cas shrugged. Dean gave Cas a blank stare for a moment, but as he was about to say something, his best friend, Adam, came crashing into him.

"What's this I hear about bad drinks?" He said. Adam and Dean have been best friends since grade 4. They were always getting into trouble together, and though Dean was the "ring leader" of their little group, it was always Adam who persuaded Dean to get into trouble. Cas disliked him. He was loud and mean and obnoxious.

"Oh, our three little amigos here are having a Halloween party of their own." Dean said, rolling his eyes.

"Be careful, Kevin, I heard Castiel likes it up the ass. May try to have a ménage à trois, if ya know what I mean." Adam laughed.

Cas just rolled his eyes, tilting his head slightly.

"I do not see how my sexual orientation has anything to do with this, Adam. Simply because someone is gay, doesn't mean they try to defile any male they come into contact with" Cas deadpanned.

"Wait, what? You're actually gay?" Dean asked, his voice laced with curiosity. Cas just shrugged.

"I do not like lables, Dean. I am what I am" He said simply.

Adam made a fake puking noise, grabbing Dean's arm. "Come on man, before the gay rubs off on us!"

Dean stared at Castiel for a moment, his face unreadable. There was no trace of disgust or horror in it, though. "Uh, yeah, I'm coming" he said lamely, turning on his heel to saunter off down the hall with Adam. Cas heard Kevin sigh.

"What a bunch of idiots, man. Don't listen to them Cas."

"I don't mind, Kevin. I am not offended and do not care what they think."

"Atta boy!" Kevin grinned, giving Cas a friendly slap on the back, "let's head to class, we're going to be late!"

"Lead the way, Captian!" Cas joked, following Kevin to their first class of the day.

Their first class went by pretty quickly, they sat in the front to avoid hearing the banter about that nights party. The teacher had to constantly tell the students to simmer down, though that didn't do much to stop them. Everybody was simply too excited. Cas didn't see what all the fuss was about. Yes, getting drunk could be fun but it was more enjoyable in a quiet invironment with a few close friends. Why would anybody want to a party filled with people who were just waiting for you to do something embarrassing so they could black mail or humiliate you for the weeks to follow? He supposed it was more about the sex. He himself was a virgin and wasn't in any rush to lose it. As Adam had pointed out, Cas was, indeed, gay. He figured it out when he was 13 and was dared to kiss some guy he'd met at camp. Kissing that guy was a lot more satisfying than kissing the girl he was also dared to kiss. He didn't know of any other openly gay guys in his town, though, so he just figured when he got older he'd move away and meet a nice man to be with. He was more focused on his academics then the whole dating pool, anyway. While he didn't mind his small little town, he desperately wanted to get accepted into a good college and create a life for himself, move to where nobody knew him, start fresh, make his own rules. It is what he strived for.

The rest of the class went by with him furiously working away, ignoring the student's chatter around him. He sighed in relief when the bell rang for his second class. He had drama class which he didn't necessarily care for, but it was an easy A and for the most part, he was surrounded by people he could be himself around. It was full of drama nerds and other kids people would deem outcasts. The only dreadful thing about it, was Dean. Dean didn't have the greatest marks and since he skipped school registration day, he was stuck taking drama as an elective. He wanted to take music, but the class was full by the time he got around to picking his electives. Cas sped walked through the halls to return his books to his locker before drama started, but before he could get there he was tripped by Uriel, another friend of Dean's, causing his books and papers to scatter around the floor.

"Oops, didn't see you there Novak" Uriel grinned, causing laughter from the 3 girls who were with him. Cas sighed, starting to collect his fallen belongings. Great, now he was going to be late for class. With his belongings collected and returned safely, he hurried off to class. When he got there, everybody was seated in sets of 2. They had no desks in the drama room, so everyone sat on the carpeted floor. The room itself had a small stage, which had various props and backdrops put on it. The walls were dark grey along with the carpet, to give the room a darker feel for when they put on mini performances for the class on the small stage. It was a cozy room, Cas liked it.

"Ah, Castiel, so glad of you to join us!" The teacher, said.

"I'm so sorry, I was...held up" Cas offered lamely.

"Very well, Castiel. Everybody was to get into pairs and practice some dialogue from the musical "Grease", and since the only person without a partner is Dean, you will be pared with him today"

"What?" Dean and Cas both said in unison.

"You heard me, now go sit with your partner, Castiel" she said, handing him the dialogue papers. Cas sighed deeply, walking over to Dean, who was sitting in a quiet corner by the stage. Cas sat in front of him, looking at him impassively.

"You little friend Uriel had tripped me on my way to my locker, Dean. What happened to our deal?" Cas asked, frowning. Dean just shrugged. Not making eye contact with him.

"You can be a real jerk, Dean" Cas mumbled sadly, shaking his head, looking down at his papers.

Dean couldn't find it in himself to look at Cas. He didn't know why, but something drew him to the blue-eyed man. Dean would never in a million years admit it, but he had something of an attraction going on for Cas for the last couple of months. It all started when him and his friends were playing a game of truth or dare, extreme style, at lunch one day. The stipulation was, for every dare you completed and every truth you answered truthfully, you would get 5 dollars from the person creating the dare or asking the truth. If you chickened out, you had to put all the money you earned in the middle of the table, for the other players to play for. The last person to complete all dares and truths without chickening, got all the money in the middle of the table. Dean was already up 30 dollars when Ruby, a girl who clung to Adam like cling wrap, asked him to choose.

"Dean, truth or dare?" She asked.

"Dare" He replied cockily.

"Hmm, okay, interesting." She smirked, an evil expression washing over her features. "I dare you to go up to Cas Novak, and kiss him on the lips". A couple of gasps were heard, and Adam burst out laughing.

"Ew, what the fuck, Ruby! No way!" Dean snapped.

"Okay then, big boy, throw your money in the pile, you forfeit the game" She smiled wickedly.

"Come on, Dean. Don't chicken out. I had to offer a foot rub which earned me a detention, you can do this." Adam whined. Dean sighed, looking at his money. If he won the game, he would have a little over 100 dollars.

"Ugh, fine. But revenge is sweet, and you'll get yours" he warned Ruby, standing up. He looked over to Cas, who was sitting at a table in the corner, eating a sandwich and reading a book. Dean felt his heart pound, he disliked Cas. He was an overachiever and a know-it-all. He had to get it over with, he wouldn't let Ruby of all people make him lose. He walked over to Cas, sitting down beside him. ''Hey, Castiel" Dean said, feeling nervous. He was a bit annoyed when Cas didn't even bother to look up from his book.

"Hello, Dean. Is there something I could help you with?" Cas asked, still skimming his book. Dean rested his hand on Cas's thigh, smiling to himself when it caused Cas to put his book down and look questioningly at him. Dean never noticed how blue is eyes were before. He seen Cas around school and class but had never seen him up close. He had bright blue expressive eyes, and a set of full, chapped, pink lips. He was pale, but not sickly so. He looked delicate and soft. Without thinking, Dean leaned forward and pressed his lips against Cas's. He felt Cas tense up, and he felt that Cas wasn't returning the kiss, but he didn't care. For a fraction of a second he forgot what he was doing and why. For some unknown reason, kissing Cas didn't repulse him like he thought it would. His lips were soft and moist, they tasted good. He felt himself wanting to deepen the kiss, but when he heard explosive laughter, he pulled away quickly. He started at Cas, who was wide eyed and tense. "He did it! He actually did it!" He heard Adam cry out, "the truth or dare front runner!"

Cas frowned at Dean, pushing his hand off his thigh. "You kissed me on a dare, Dean?" He asked, unimpressed.

"Uh, yeah, Ruby dared me to." Dean replied, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed.

Cas just rolled his eyes and picked his book and sandwich up.

"You're a real jerk, Dean." Cas said in his deep, gravelly voice, before standing up and storming away.

Dean had kissed plenty of people since that day, even slept with a few and it frustrated him to no end when he noticed that none of them felt as good as it did with Cas.

"So, the only dialogue left was between Danny and Sandy, and since you're clearly going to make me the girl, let's get this over with, and try to tone down on the Castiel is a girl jokes, would you?" Cas said, looking at Dean.

Dean just nodded sitting up straighter, crossing his legs to match Cas's crossed legs. They were sitting faced to each other, their knees slightly brushing against one another. Cas ignored it but Dean felt the warmth of it comforting, though he wouldn't admit it.

Castiel cleared his throat, looking down at his paper.

"I'm going back to Australia; I might never see you again." Cas started.

"Don't... don't talk that way, Sandy." Dean added, looking at his paper then back up at Cas.

"But it's true! I've just had the best summer of my life, and now I have to go away. It isn't fair."

"Uh, Cas, it says here I'm supposed to start kissing you" Dean said awkwardly.

"Yeah well, you already got to kiss me, once was enough. Just skip that part and let's continue" Cas said impatiently.

"Danny, don't spoil it!" Cas deadpanned, opting to continue.

"It's not spoiling it, Sandy, it's only making it better."

"Danny... is this the end?" Cas asked, his blue eyes staring into Dean's green. Dean felt his heart constrict, as if Cas was asking Dean himself that question.

"Of course not; it's only the beginning." Dean replied, not breaking eye contact. He smiled when he saw a faint blush on Castiel's cheeks, he was about to say something witty when they heard it. The entire class went silent, the students looking at each other confused.

*bang bang bang*

The color drained from Cas's face, his eyes widening. "Dean, was that...?"

He was cut off when they heard another 3 bangs, followed by the sound of students screaming.

Fear bubbled up in Dean's chest. The sound of screaming and continuous gunshots could be heard in the hallways. Dean looked at Cas who seemed stunned with fear.

"Dean, what are we going to do? We need to get out of here!" Cas said, panicked.

The other students were hurrying out the door, more screams could be heard as the gun shots grew louder. Dean knew the gunman was approaching the class room.

"Cas, we can't leave. He's out there. We have to hide" Dean said, looking around the room. Some students opted to stay in the classroom also, they closed the door and pushed the teacher's desk in front of it as a barrier. Cas stayed seated, his eyes wide and blank.

"Cas," Dean said, trying to get his attention. Cas didn't look at him, he was in too much shock to hear Dean.

"Cas. CASTIEL. Look at me man" Dean pleaded, cupping Cas's cheeks, forcing Cas to look at him. He looked terrified. Dean felt a protectiveness wash over him. He couldn't let Cas get hurt. He was such a wonderful person. He was kind and had potential and his friends and family would be crushed if something happened to him.

"Come on Cas, we have to hide." Dean said, letting his hands drop from Cas's face. He stood up and reached his hand out, Cas took it with hesitation and stood with him. Dean didn't release Cas's hand and just quickly looked around the classroom.

"Hey, come on. Behind here" Dean said, dragging Cas quickly to the stage, pulling him behind one of the large wooden Back drops. They crouched down, hands still together. He felt Cas's hand tighten around his when they heard the doorknob turn. Dean let go of Cas's hand and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. Cas buried his head against Dean's chest as they heard the door being forced open, the desk being forced aside.

"Shh, Cas. It's okay. It'll be okay. Just stay quiet" Dean whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt Cas nod and in return he held Cas closer. He heard the remaining classmates cry and panic, and he felt his blood run cold as the sound of gunshots rang through the air. He gripped Cas tight as the screams that were just heard stopped. He felt Cas start quietly sobbing into his chest. He knew his classmates were gone. A tear rolled down his cheek and he pressed a kiss into Castiel's hair. He could hear the gunman in the classroom still, and he found himself silently praying that him and Cas would remain unfound. After a few agonizing minutes, he heard the gunman leave the class room to continue his assualt on the rest of the school.

"Dean.." Cas whimpered, his hands gripping the fabric of Dean''s shirt.

"Shh, it's okay. I got you." Dean said, feeling slightly ill as the smell of gun powder and blood filled the air.

"I- I'm scared, Dean. What do we do?" Cas asked, pulling slightly away from Dean to look him in the eyes. Cas looked destroyed. He looked broken and hurt and scared. The sight made Dean's eyes filled with tears. What if something had happened to Cas? He was such an asshole to the guy and for what reason? Because it was "cool"? He felt sick with himself.

"I don't know, Cas. We'll stay here until help comes. We can't risk being seen. I won't let anything happen to you, do you hear me?" Dean asked, a serious look on his face.

Cas nodded slowly.

"Dean, they're all dead. Oh my god, they're dead." Cas let out a broken sob. "Oh my god, what about Kevin? What if he's dead? And Gabriel. Oh god. Oh no. Dean I have to find my brother!"

Cas went to stand and Dean pulled him back down.

"Castiel, look at me. You've got to stay here. You could get killed. There's a chance that they could be okay, and they need you alive, you hear me?" Dean couldn't stop the tears from falling. He felt thankful that his own little brother, Sam, had stayed home that day due to illness.

"But Dean," Cas started before burying his face in his hands, sobbing hard. Dean just rubbed his back, letting his own tears flow freely now.

"I know, Cas. I know."

They sat behind the backdrop, hiding for about another 2 hours, holding each other, crying, and waiting. The gunshots went on for what felt like hours. Dean had decided to sing to Cas to drown out the sound of screams. The gunshots and screams stopped about half an hour ago. They didn't dare move, though. Dean had his arms around Cas, rocking him gently as he heard someone enter the room. He felt Cas tense and he just tightened his grip.

"Police! Is anybody alive in here?" He heard a male voice call out. He released Cas with hesitation and peeked his head out to see. There stood 2 police officers, examining the room. Dean stood up and pulled Cas with him, who stared at him with wide eyes.

"It's okay, Cas. Help is here."

A/N:

So, yeah. Uh, sorry if that offended anybody or was too heavy. This was originally going to be a one shot but I'm going to write another chapter. It won't be a multi chapter fic, though. So probably just a two shot. Anyway, I hope you liked it. There will be more angst and drama and sad times the next chapter.

Thank you so much for reading.