I really hope you guys like this story. I got a little inspiration of Snoop Dogg's song Young, wild & free.
This story wouldn't go as planned, if Dean and Sam would have the right age gap. In this story Dean is seventeen and Sam is sixteen.
So what we get drunk
So what we smoke weed
We're just having fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out
That's how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
Practically Castiel Novak's life in a one song. He doesn't care at all about life. You never know if you're already dead tomorrow, so better live like there's no tomorrow. Castiel is young and wild and free, he doesn't take orders from anyone. Especially at Spring break.
Today is the last day before break. People can't wait to get out of school. Castiel is going to throw best party of the year again. He did it last year and year before that. It's awesome. His folks leaves town few days before Spring break and Castiel gets their whole house in use.
Castiel and his all seven brothers have already alcohol, drugs and other stuff, that they might need. Their whole town house - that is size of an estate - is ready for party. Now only has to tell everyone about it.
Castiel were sitting in math class sending a message to his brothers. The teacher were busy helping some student, so Castiel had his minute with phone. 'Send the party invites exactly at twelve o'clock.' He didn't have to wait too long, when all his brother answered approvingly. He smiled little when he glanced at the clock. It was ten past twelve. He had a lot of time to send the party invites to every contact in his phone. He knew his brothers would do the exact same thing so they would have a lot of people coming over tonight.
Dean Winchester sighed loudly when he leaned on the wall and sat to the floor. He had been unpacking his things a whole week. He didn't have to go to school for the last week before Spring break, so he was finally got every box empty in his new room.
They had moved to Kansas last weekend. It sucked leaving their beautiful house behind in Eugene, Oregon. But their family friends live in Kansas, so it didn't matter that much. Now they were living in Lawrence, Kansas in a two-storied apartment next to a little diner, that was famous from its apple pie. Dean didn't complain, he loved pie. It was third in his list, after family and his beloved Impala.
Dean watched around in his room. It was upstairs, there was a big window and lot of space. The floor was light laminate and the walls were dark blue. There wasn't that much room after all the furniture and stuff Dean had brought with him. He had all kind of decorations in his bookcase that hold his favorite books. There was porcelain animals, few souvenirs from the places they had been while traveling across a few states to get in Kansas, and there was a little angel made from iron. And in a shelf over his computer table had school books and something important stuff, like keys, sunglasses, headphones and all other important things.
You can think Dean is kind of lame. That's something you got right. Dean didn't know how to live his teen life. He was always keeping his attention in school books or taking care of something important. Even his phone were more interesting than girls or boys. And everything went beyond alcohol, cigarettes, drugs and sex. Even sex. Who thinks that school is more important than sex. People like Dean Winchester. Lame people. Someone should do something about them, right?
Just when Dean was about to go hang his clock on the wall, his phone started vibrating in the table. He grabbed it and answered to the phone call. Apparently Joanna Harvelle had really important news at noon, she couldn't send a text message. 'Do you have something to do tonight? I guess not. Good. You're coming to party with me.' Dean didn't have much time to ask or argue with the girl. He ran his hand threw his dirty blonde hair as he bit his lip. He wasn't good with parties. "Wait what? No I'm not. I don't know anyone to party with," he answered as Jo started to go on and on how there would be Ash and Chuck and Lisa and all the other family friends. He could hear some shuffling going around on the other end. 'Stop it,' he heard Jo say before a gruff voice talked. 'Bring Sam with you. I wanna see the moose,' Crowley said quickly before hanging up. Dean was about to say that he didn't even know where the party was, but he missed the chance.
Dean left his phone in his room when he walked out to look for Sam, his younger brother. They had year age difference only. It wasn't that bad, expect their dad always reminded how Dean was the older and he had the responsibility on his own brother. "Sammy? You home?" Dean yelled. His voice almost echoed in this empty house. His dad had a lot of work to do, so living room and kitchen - practically the whole downstairs - was quite empty. Everything was in boxes. To be honest, their dad wasn't good at unpacking. It's going to take at least few months for him to get all the cardboard boxes out of the house.
"What Dean? I'm middle of something important," his brother came out of his room to the hall watching Dean annoyed. He always had something important to do, but it wasn't that important if someone got him something better to do.
"What are you doing in there? Watching gay porn or something? I'm the most important thing in your tiny world," Dean said with a wide smirk and a little laugh. He was always teasing his little brother. He just couldn't stop it. It was the thing that big brothers do.
"No, I'm reading a magazine," Sam responded closing his door behind him as he was going downstairs for something to eat.
"Ew, too much information, Samantha," Dean said. Sam rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded something like 'not that kind of a magazine, bastard'. Dean started laughing before he remembered there was actually cause why he had called his brother. "Oh yeah, I actually had something important to say to you."
"Oh, what is it?" Sam asked as he took a can of soda out of the fridge. He leaned to the counter and watched his older brother with questioning look.
"I just got invitation to a party. And you're welcomed to join me," the blonde told to Sam with a smile. Sam couldn't believe his ears. He was going to a party with his brother after living a week in Lawrence. Oh, this was way better than Oregon. Wait, with Dean? Seriously? But why?
"Why are you taking me with you?" the boy asked, totally confused. Dean would never ever take him to a party. And if Dean allowed it, dad would definitely say no. Dean could obviously go but Sam always had to stay home. Maybe it was because Dean wasn't the type of person to to anything irresponsible.
"Jo and the others want to see you. And we are Not going there to drink, we're just going to meet people. Otherwise I won't take you with me," Dean said. He would not bring drunk Sam home from a party. And he can't even go there if he doesn't promise to his dad, that they won't drink any alcohol, take any drugs or do anything that their dad would do.
"Fine, no drinking. So who's party is it? And when are we going?" Sam questioned. Dean shrugged his shoulders and told Sam that Jo didn't say. She just told that they had a party tonight.
Castiel were standing middle of their big living room looking around. He saw people from high school, college and work life. It was great. He tried to find all his brothers so he would know everyone was there. At first, he saw the sixteen years old triplets, Michael, Raphael and Gabriel. They were entertaining a group of high school girls. After that he saw the oldest brother, Zachariah going upstairs with some chick. At dining room Lucifer and Balthazar were playing beer pong. Now only one sheep was missing, Uriel. Well, he always disappeared somewhere and eventually someone would find him, so no worries.
Castiel decided to find something to do. He walked to kitchen and took himself one beer. He almost got hit by puke coming from really drunk girl. Wow, that was close! He took the beer and started wandering off if there would be any guys for him to entertain. He walked backyard and noticed Uriel swimming in their pool with some other kids. Castiel couldn't help but laugh at his brother, who was sinking every time he stopped swimming.
Dean watched himself from mirror trying to find something good to wear for the party. He ended up with dark jeans, black tight t-shirt and army green button up shirt that he left open. He smiled at the reflection slightly and grabbed his keys and phone with him. "Sammy, you ready?" he yelled. In that same second the brunet came out his own room wearing blue jeans, grey t-shirt and black hoodie. They both watched each other from the head to toe shaking their heads. When they were heading to downstairs John looked at them questioning.
"We're going to a party with Jo and others," Dean explained when Sam went to put on shoes. John asked what kind of party was it. "We are not going to drink or use drugs. We're coming home tonight," he answered. John asked about where they are going and Dean just hoped that he isn't going to drive them in there. It would be bad. "Some Novak's house. The principals kids are having party," Dean told him and was about to head out, when his dad rose up and got a pile of papers. He gave them to Dean so he would leave them to Naomi Novak, the principal of the school Dean was joining after Spring break.
Dean gave the papers to Sam when they sat in the car. "You can take them to the principal, right?" he asked as he started the car. Sam looked at him like denying the offer with his eyes. "Oh come on Sammy, I got things to do," he told while watching the traffic.
"With that attitude, you are not going to get laid, jerk," Sam rolled his eyes. Dean joined him with the eye rolling calling him a bitch. He wasn't going to have sex with anyone, not tonight. He wasn't into that kind of stuff right now.
Castiel Novak got inside the house. He still was lonely, because he hadn't found any guys to talk with. Okay, he could talk to anyone in this party, but after the talking he would like to do something else with their mouths. Just as he was giving up and going to drink alone, two guys came inside the house. He didn't care at the brunet so much, he looked way too young for his liking. But the other dude, with beautiful bright green eyes. Oh God! It was too early to be happy though. Some blonde girl went over to those guys with a wide smile.
Sam watched around in the house. He thought the party was amazing. Dean figured it had too many people and too much alcohol to drink and the music was too loud. Before they could get far from the door, Jo came by drunk as a skunk. He hugged Sam and tried to kiss Dean on the cheek, but she lurched and the drunk kiss went straight to Dean's lips. It was kind of gross. Like kissing your sister gross. He couldn't help but look like he just ate a citron. "Oops," Jo slurred out with a drunken laugh.
"I'm going to find something to drink," Sam said with a smile. Jo was happy to join him and Dean didn't even realise to deny drinking from Sam. He wasn't going to run after his brother, so he decided to do his mission. He had to find Naomi Novak.
"So, what brings you here, beauty?" Castiel asked with a smirk as he leaned to the nearest wall. He stared at Dean waiting for an answer. The blonde turned to look at him from head to toe, he repeated it few times before rolling his eyes and walking towards the stairs. Usually people had their office upstairs. But Castiel couldn't let go of this guy.
"What are you looking for, babe?" the dark haired teen asked this time smiling like a normal person. Dean bit his tongue analyzing the boy in front of him. The one with the honest words were kind of cute, if you could say. He had amazing blue eyes, low tone and kissable lips. And the guy looked like he knew more about this house than anyone.
"Do you have any idea where's Naomi Novak?" Dean asked smiling to the guy. He couldn't believe it. He actually was talking to someone he didn't know. And he thought this night was going to be awful.
"Actually I do. She's in Europe. Why do you ask?" Castiel asked now curious about it. Why would this beautiful guy be looking at his mom. He wasn't that old. Maybe as old as Castiel himself. Something around seventeen or eighteen.
"Oh, crap. I was going to give here these papers that my dad asked me to deliver," the boy with dirty blonde said biting his lower lip. He showed Castiel the papers and the other grabbed them scanning them. At first he mumbled something before going to the stairs. Dean watched at him with a questioning look on his face.
"Well are you coming pretty boy?" Castiel asked turning around. Dean smiled a little when he walked behind the other guy. Stairs was a nice place to follow someone. He could stare at the other guys ass the whole trip to upstairs. It was seriously nice. Castiel ass was damn fine. For the record, not so bad company to Dean after all.
Castiel leaded the guy to his mom's workroom. After Dean was inside, he closed the door and leaned on it. Dean turned around looking at the boy raising his eyebrows. Castiel just smiled at him and went to the desk. He threw the papers on it and smirked slightly.
"So, you are coming to our school, Dean Winchester," he smirked as he red the name from the paper. He sat on the desk checking Dean out.
"Yeah, what do you care?" Dean asked standing there watching that dark haired boy. He started to notice, that the other guy was kind of hot and mysterious.
"Oh, I care. I'm very caring person, when it involves a guy like you, Dean," he said and again smirked, but now he also winked at Dean. He just can't stop with the flirting. What a stubborn bastard. Doesn't notice, that I'm not interested, Dean thought keeping his famous poker face on.
"Good luck with that. I'm sure someone will fall for that if you keep trying, but I'm not just someone," Dean said. At first it's okay to listen flirting coming from this stranger, but now it was quite annoying. "And by the way, it's not distracting at all that you know my name and I don't know yours."
Castiel jumped down from the desk and walked right in front of Dean smirking like an idiot. "You are definitely not just someone, you're Dean freaking Winchester," he said from like three inches away from Dean's face. But he stepped back, when he smiled happily. "Oh, where are my manners. Castiel Novak, the son of the Eastwood High principal," he said as reaching his hand out for a handshake. Dean took the hand little bit confused as he looked at Castiel.
"Well, you already know my name, Castiel," Dean said smiling a little. Castiel? What kind of name is that? He frowned when he opened his mouth again to say something, "So your mom's away and you just throw a party while she's gone?"
"Well she wouldn't left this whole place just to me. I have my brothers here with me," Castiel explained as he sat back to the desk. Dean took one of the chairs in front of the desk and seated.
"Your brothers? How many brothers do you have?" Dean asked frowning a little. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know but it was too late to take it back.
"Oh, I have seven brothers. Do you have any siblings?" Castiel asked wanting to know more about this beautiful baby boy in front of him.
"Seven brothers, goddamnit, how old is your mother?" Dean said not expecting Castiel to answer to that question. He laughed a little before answered Castiel's question. "I have only one brother, and I'm sorry for saying this, but I think I wouldn't want to be you," he told and smiled.
Sam was standing in living rooms corner drinking a beer and talking to Jo, Chuck, Lisa, Kevin and some other people. Actually he wasn't participated to the conversation at all, he was too busy looking at this guy, who hanged out with his brothers. You could tell by the way they looked very similar. The stranger had noticed him too and they were staring at each other like their eyes were glued.
"I need a new beer," he said when he drank his red Solo cup empty and started walking towards the kitchen while staring at the guy he noticed almost at the same second he walked in this house. Actually he never got into the kitchen, because the cute stranger also 'needed a beer'. They ended up in someone's bedroom kissing each other.
"By the way, I'm Sam," the brunet introduced himself between kisses while leaning to the wall next to bed. He grabbed a little tighter from the guy's hips.
"Gabriel," the shorter teen said as he wrapped his arms around Sam's neck even tighter.