AN: Hello everyone! At the end of Perfect, I metionned I was working on something that wouldn't be posted for a while. Well... this is it, the story of Dean and Cas' friendship in my lilttle world. This is not a slash story and will never be, just so you know. So, the main part of this story (which is only four parts) is finished, but I have timestamps and maybe a one shot in the works.

In this part, Dean and Castiel are eleven. It would be really awesome if you guys would read and review to let me know what you think. Should I post the second part? Let me know what you think! :)

Disclaimer: Supernatural doesn't belong to me, sadly. I'm just playing with the characters a little bit.

Part one: It was a Friday or, as Sam likes to say, 'The day all hell broke loose'.

Dean barely looked up from the movie he was watching when Sam barged into the house. He was used to his little brother's dramatic entrances by now. It was ridiculous really how, at seven years old, Sam was such a drama queen.

"Hey Dean! Guess wha-Woah! The Power Rangers, really?" Sam said, his disgust clearly written on his face.

Dean shrugged but didn't look up from the television. "Shut up Sammy. It's the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers." Sam pulled one of the many bitch faces he already mastered at his age. "What'd you want?"

"Someone bought the house across the street! They're moving in next week!"

This actually made Dean look up from his movie. "How'd you know that? Been talkin' to that ol' drunk again?" Sam sighed and shook his head. Dean was mad at Mister Singer because he'd made him mow his lawn and other stuff when he'd 'accidentally' broken one of his windows.

"No. The realtor told me. He said it was a family with three kids! Two boys and a girl! Maybe they'll want to be friends, what'd you think?" Dean shrugged. "Who cares? Go find someone else to bother, I'm watching something." Sam shrugged and left Dean to his movie. His friend Ash was waiting for him anyway.

Dean watched the end of his movie and sighed happily once it was over. He loved it when the good guys won. He stretched and got up, deciding that he had spent enough time indoors and should probably make the most of his summer, since it was coming to an end.

His decision made, Dean went outside to find Sammy and Ash.

Dean looked at the broken glass on Mister Singer's house and cringed. So maybe playing baseball in his backyard wasn't such a great idea, but there wasn't much to do in his neighbourhood.

"Dean Winchester!" the old man yelled from inside the house and, yeah, Dean cringed again. There was no way the old drunk was going to believe it was an accident, not since that day Michael had thought it would be a good idea to throw a rock in the same window Dean had just broken. When he'd heard the man's voice screaming 'what the fuck?!' from inside the house, Michael had ran, leaving Dean as the only suspect. "Get your ass over here right now!"

Dean kicked the grass but crossed the yard to the other house. There was no way Mister Singer was letting it pass and this time, he was going to tell his dad. And that… that scared Dean more than he cared to admit.

His dad wasn't a bad guy but he was scary. Dean was going to get a lecture. Like a real, full blown lecture. At eleven years old. He knocked on the front door of the old house and waited. When Bobby finally opened the door, Dean backed up a bit. The old man was scary when he was pissed. His face had turned red and a vein on his neck was threatening to explode.

"What is wrong with you, you… idjit?!" the old mad screamed at Dean. And yeah, Dean was scared.

"Mister Singer I'm…" Dean started but was cut off by the older man.

"You're what? You're sorry? Sorry ain't gonna cut it son!" Bobby took a deep breath. "I want to see you here every day. You're going to work your ass off until you've repaid the damage you've done. Am I clear?"

Dean nodded. "Yes sir! Will you tell my father?" That only made the old man laugh.

"You bet your ass I'm going to tell your father as soon as he gets home from work."

Dean nodded at went back home. It was going to be a long end of summer.

"Dean Winchester! Get your ass down here, now!" John Winchester yelled as soon as he hung up the phone. Dean sighed but put down his comic book and left his room. If he was going to get a lecture, might as well get done with it now. "That was Bobby on the phone. Dean, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"It was an accident Dad, I swear! Mister Singer is overreacting!" Dean could have hit himself across the head. Why had he said that?

"He's overreacting?!" John sighed. "Dean, that's not how I raised you. You're going to work with Bobby to repay the damages you've done to his home and you're grounded."

"Until when?" Dean asked. He knew he wouldn't get a straight answer, but maybe whatever his dad told him would give him a clue.

"Until I say so. Now go wash your hands, the pizza's ready."

Dean knew when he was being dismissed and left to wash his hands and get his brother. All in all, it had gone better than expected.

Dean stopped the lawn mower long enough to wipe at the sweat gathering on his forehead and stare at the car that had just parked on the other side of the street. The doors of the beat up Toyota Camry squeaked when they were opened and Dean frowned at that. Even at his age, he knew that it wasn't supposed to squeak, not like that.

He watched as the family piled out: a mom, a dad, two boys and a girl. The girl and one of the boys looked older than Dean but the other one looked to be about his age. And he was wearing a trench coat. Who the hell wore a trench coat in the middle of summer?

"Dean!" Bobby said from inside the house. "I ain't payin' you to sit around and stare at the neighbours!"

"You ain't paying me at all…" Dean muttered and rolled his eyes. When the old man asked him what he had said, Dean shook his head. He could swear that Bobby had supernatural hearing or something.

Dean saw the boy wearing a trench coat smiling at him when he started the lawn mower again and pulled a face. Any person that could enjoy the rest of summer while he was stuck doing odd jobs for Mister Singer was an enemy in his book. Sammy was the exception to the rule.

It came as no surprise to him when he saw his little brother run out of the house to greet the new kids. The girl smiled at his brother and ignored him mostly. The older of the two boys offered him something and clapped him on the back. Trench coat kid? He smiled and said something that made Sam laugh.

Dean frowned when Sam followed the kid into his house. It was a good thing that he was making new friends. God only knew what other shenanigans Ash had in store for his little brother so Dean was all for Sam hanging out with someone else. The thing that was bothering him was that no one was allowed to make Sammy laugh but him.

In his head at least. Because the fact was that Sam was such a happy child that people in general made him happy. But if Dean wanted to hate the new kid because he'd made his brother laugh, it was his goddamn right.

"And Anna, she's nice! She doesn't play with us because she says she's too old but she's still nice to me." Sam said and Dean barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes. He'd heard that story all week. "And Gabriel always plays with us, even if he's older. He's always sharing his candy with me and he's always playing tricks on Cas… That's Castiel. He's eleven, just like Dean!"

"That's the trench coat kid, right?" Dean asked, even though he was pretty sure the answer was yes.

"Yup!" Sam answered. "He's really nice. You should come hang out with us sometime Dean!"

"I can't, I have to work for Bobby." And it was true, but even if it hadn't been true, Dean wouldn't have gone with Sam to the Novak's house. He had instantly disliked Castiel and the rest of the Novak family by association. Who, in their right mind, would name their child Castiel? A week after they'd moved in, Dean had yet to welcome them to the neighbourhood. He'd figured that Sam had spoken for all the Winchesters, but clearly, his father had thought different if the next words he spoke were any indication.

"Dean will get a chance to meet Castiel and the rest of his family tomorrow." John said. He smiled when Dean failed to hide his disgust. "They're coming over on Friday." Sam fist pumped the air, actually fist pumped, and Dean shuddered.

"Wha-Why?" Dean asked. His father sighed.

"Dean, give 'em a chance, you haven't even met the Novaks yet!"

"But they named their kid Castiel. Castiel. And he wears a trench coat. In the middle of summer!" And yeah, Dean sounded like a whinny two year old but he didn't care. He did not want to meet the weird family from across the street.

Dean had pleaded with Bobby to keep him over until the Novaks had left his house but the old man had refused. In retrospect, Dean should have known that his father had invited his friend to greet the new family. Did that make Dean any less pissed off at the world? Hell no.

He was finishing the dishes with Sammy's help when the doorbell rang.

"I got it!" his brother shouted before running to the front door. Dean rolled his eyes and put away the last plate. It was going to be a long and boring evening.

He'd thought, after Bobby had refused to help him, that he could spend the evening in his room to hide but his father knew him too well and had told him he'd hide Dean's comic books until he'd man up and greet the new neighbours.

So Dean made his way to the living room where he found his brother doubled over in laughter and the adults chuckling softly. Sprawled on the floor was Castiel and man, did he look pissed.

"Gabe!" the eleven year old said. "What is wrong with you?!" The older boy, Gabe, smirked.

"Cas" he said, smirk intact. "You should really watch were you're going. You're gonna end up hurting yourself."

The younger boy glared at his older brother and got up. "I'm going to hide all your candy."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me, Gabe."

Dean rolled his eyes. Gabriel turned around and saw him. The predatory smile he gave Dean scared the hell out of him but he shrugged.

"Hi, I'm Dean." He said his most polite smile plastered on his face.

"A new victim, at last." Gabe said. Anna rolled her eyes, Sam snickered and Castiel smiled politely. The adults were already sitting on the couch talking, leaving the children to their own devices.

"Hello Dean," the youngest Novak said. "I'm Castiel."

"That's a weird name."

Dean ignored the bitch face his brother gave him.

"I'm going in my tree house." He said. "Feel free to… You know what? Never mind. Don't follow me."

With that, he left. He heard Sam apologizing on his behalf but couldn't bring himself to care. They were weird and he didn't like them.