Hi everyone!
It's my first fic ever so please give the girl some feedback. Also I'm in desperate need of an english native beta reader so if anyone would like to be my hero please let me know. I'm busy with school so I don't know how often the next chapters will be published.

This one is a bit shorter and rushed then next ones will be, because I wanted to have all backstory in one place and move on to plot.

Enjoy

/Edit 13 February/
Attention, attention. As soon as I'll finish this fic first chapter is going to be re-writed.

ANDANTE
CHAPTER 1

Dean and Castiel met in middle school. They were fourteen and got detention together for being in the middle of a food fight. Or rather, Dean ended up in the middle of a food fight, Castiel was just unlucky to be sitting near him at the table. Despite the fact, that it was Lucifer Milton who threw the first 'punch,' it was them who ended up alone together cleaning locker room and tiding PE storage.

Since that day they were inseparable.

As it turned out, there was no more unlikely friendship in the whole school. Dean was an athlete, member of a wrestling team, passing with Cs, -Bs and rarely gaining an A. Even at that age he knew he was going to be a car mechanic, like his adopted father, Bobby Singer. Cas, on the other hand, was a calm academic type. He was a straight A student, a teacher's pupil, although not by choice. He was very uncomfortable with it. Dean was flirty (only with girls, for now,) smooth talker, quite popular for a new kid, confident and comfortable in his skin. Castiel was an awkward, socially handicapped mess. A nerd with a strange love for bugs, especially bees.

After the so-called, The Tomato Incident, some of the teachers were a bit worried that Dean, not knowing him well enough yet, will take out his anger about punishment on poor, innocent Castiel Shurley. It was completely unnecessary. Dean took one look at the wide-eyed teenager and immediately took him under his wing. In the end, everybody was content. Dean and Castiel gained a best friend, and adults were happy that Cas toned down Winchester's mischief while Dean woke up Castiel's hidden sense of humor. Very dry sense of humor.

That day Cas came home with a smile on his face, which was strange on its own. Shurley's house was a grand mansion with many rooms for their countless children. Okay, just five, following: Anna, Inaias, Balthazar, Castiel, and Alfie. Alfie, the poor kid, was only six years old. Most people thought that he was an unplanned accident. If they were right, well, really nobody knew. Mr. and Mrs. Shurley didn't seem like the type.

The parents, Uriel and Naomi, didn't seem to care about their children's lives after they escaped primary school. So Alfie was always under some kind of supervision. Just next door lived their cousins, the Miltons, four abandoned offsprings of one Chuck Milton. Despite the number of people who passed through the halls of both houses they were never a close family. And none of them, besides ever-forever trickster Gabriel, was known for their smile.

So when Gabriel, who was hiding from his oldest brother Michael, saw his lovely although way to serious baby cousin with a smile on his face, well, needless to say, he was surprised.

"What's up with that banana Cassie?" he quipped, curious. On younger boy's cheeks appeared a slight blush. How adorable.

"I think I've made a friend" he whispered shyly. A toothy grin spread across Gabe's face.

"Wow. That's fantastic, kiddo. What's their name?"

"Dean Winchester." Gabe asked some more questions, and Cas was happy to chat with him. For some reason, Gabriel was his favorite relative, even though he was annoyingly loud most of the time. Not really Castiel's type of preferred company. But despite their age difference, five whole years, he genuinely cared about Castiel. He seemed to be his only friend for a long time.

After two weeks of blooming friendship, Dean deemed Castiel worthy of bringing him home and meeting his precious baby brother Sam. And that's when Sam's torment started. He developed a hopeless crush throughout years since he met an older boy.

One day, Dean just brought home the most incredible person ever, with stunning blue eyes, black mussed hair and the prettiest face Sam had ever seen. Even prettier than Jo Harvelle's!
Castiel was so cool, even though he was a nerd like Sam. He was also always polite and kind to Sam. In the mind of ten years old boy, Castiel Shurley was simply the best person ever to exist, besides Dean.

The only not-so-nice thing was the fact that Cas was Dean's best friend and barely noticed Sam. Sure, he was friendly enough for the star-struck boy, but he hardly ever sought Sam's company or input in his and Dean's activities. Dean was perfectly aware of his little brother's adoration and was quite amused by it, so he included Sam from time to time. After all, he didn't want to neglect Sammy in favor of the new friend. Maybe some other big brother would do it, but not Dean Winchester.

Castiel, while not unpleased, was quite surprised about that predicament.

One day in May, when he and Dean were alone in a deserted part of a park, Castiel asked him about it. Dean was silent for a moment, long enough for Cas to feel like a nosy jealous girlfriend.

"I apologize, that was rude of me…"

Dean waved his hand and chuckled gently. "Nah, it's all right. It's just…" wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows and he sighed "You know that Sammy and I were recently adopted, right? It's been not a full years since we moved here." Dean shifted uncomfortably "Before, we were living with our dad. Mom died in a fire when Sammy was six months old. It happened in his nursery. I don't remember much of that night, only that dad pushed Sammy into my arms and yelled at me to run. He went back in for mom, but she didn't make it."

"My condolences, Dean" Castiel watched his friend, patiently waiting if Dean would continue.

"Thanks. Anyway, on some level dad had been blaming Sam for it. I never understood why. For years we had been drifting across the country, staying in shitty motel rooms and dad… Dad was almost always out for some job. Mom's death changed him. Before, he was… I don't know… warmer, less distant. Each time he was leaving he used to say 'Take care of Sammy.' It became my job."

Dean paused to inhale and get himself together. He never liked to talk about it with people other than Bobby. He went to a child psychologist only once with it. It didn't end well.

"As I was getting older I realized that he was treating us differently. If I had done something correctly, I got a pat on the shoulder and a 'good job', while Sammy didn't. He ignored his big brain, I mean he started talking two months earlier than average, and at three and a half he was reading almost as good as I was! In one school in Oregon Sammy's first-grade teacher advised him to think about advanced placement and individual education programme for gifted children. She even gave him a book with games helping to develop a child's mind. You know what he said?!"

Dean's palms curled into fists "That she is a 'young, stupid girl'!" And he fucking laughed at home. Food was always like he and I liked it, never how Sammy did. Sometimes dad just dropped us off at Bobby's. And music in the car? Only metal and rock. I never even though that he might not like it until he told Bobby that it hurts his ears one time."

Castiel was shocked. While his parents weren't the most attentive, there was no obvious favoritism in their house, mostly because there was so many of them. But Sam was an adorable kid, all puppy eyes, soft cheeks, and shy smiles. How could anyone treat him this poorly?

"Year ago though he crossed a line." Dean shuddered at the memory "Sammy was asking about mom. What was she like, and other simple things. Dad told him not to ask, but Sammy was stubborn. I begged him not to ask, but he did it again and dad…"

Dean had to stop for a moment to get a grip. He always fell apart when he remembered it.
Castiel thought that he knew what happened next. It was still terrible to hear it.

"And dad slapped him in a face so hard that he fell."

Dean let out a shaky exhale and hid his face behind in his palms. Cas just placed his hand at Dean's back and gave quiet support.

"It is my job to keep him safe and happy, Cas. I failed once. He didn't deserve it."

"I know. It's only reasonable that Sammy wanted to know something about your mom."

Dean sat up straighter and turned his head to Castiel.

"It's not only that. Please understand, it was always just him and me against the world. I don't want him to feel neglected because I have an actual friend now. Anyway, as soon as Sammy fell, he started apologizing and promising never to do it again, but… If he had done it once, I knew that sooner or later he would do it again."

Cas frowned. That sounded like a harsh judgment.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because that's what happened with drinking around Sammy and with bringing women to our apartment or the house if we had one, and with yelling at Sam whenever he was being childish, and with moving more than once a month. Each time it happened, he said it was the last time, but it always happened again."

Dean leaned back on the bench, closed his eyes and let himself soak up the sun.

"So I threw him out, calmed the shit out of Sammy, gave him some ice on his face and put him to sleep. Then I called Bobby. The rest is history, I guess. Dad came back staggering drunk when Bobby was helping Sam to pack. It was a mess. Dad ended up being arrested, and Bobby took us here. The court took parental rights away, but he can visit us once a month. He visited in the first two months since then we got only phone calls."

Dean opened his eyes and scowled at Castiel. Cas had The Look on his face.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't want nor need any pity. We are happy here with Bobby, Rufus, Ellen, and Jo. Sam misses Dad a bit, but he'll be fine. I just wanted to explain that Sammy and I are a deal package. He needs me… and I need him too."

0o0

As the years passed, Sammy became Sam. One day he shot Cas a truly cute, uh… terrifying look when he called the younger boy Sammy. All furrowed eyebrows narrowed doe eyes and pouty lips.

"Dean is a lost case" Sam explained with a fabulous bitchface when Cas asked why he never corrects his older brother about his name.

While Sam hasn't grown quite as much as his peers, he changed from being a cute tiny baby to a cute tiny teenager. Most, although not all of the baby fat disappeared from his face and body. He even gained some musculature from playing soccer on the school team. He let his hair grow out, so it was the chin- length, thank God, not in a bowl cut anymore. His puppy eyes never lost their power over everyone, with Ellen Harvelle being the only exception.

Sam also bloomed when it came down to education. After settling down in Sioux Falls, Sam quickly caught up with the material, and his intelligence flourished under the attention of his teachers. His straight A's proved that enough. Despite having some problems with bullies (that were solved pretty fast with Dean's involvement), Sam immediately made friends in his classes. Everybody wants to be friends with resident genius, after all.

Sam's crush on Castiel lost a lot of its intensity, but never entirely went away. It fell into the 'backseat' of his mind. Beside Cas, in his teenage head girls started to appear. By the time Sam was fifteen, his infatuation with his brother's friend was a static, impossible thought. Front of his mind was taken by beautiful, classy, confident and intelligent Sarah Blake. And cute, smart, a bit weird and pretty in his own way Andy Gallager. Both incidentally were his friends. Ergo off-limits. The sad life of a hormonal teenager.

Especially one as affection starved as Sam. Despite all of the attention from Dean and Bobby he still yearned for something… gentler, softer. As embarrassing as it was for a teenager. His brother and adopted father weren't ones to give hugs and pet his hair. And despite Ellen's mothering, she was also a tough kind of woman. He missed times when Dean used to take him into his lap and cuddle when one of them was upset.

It was also time when freshly graduated Dean made a startling realization that bisexuality might be a thing. His thing. And probably his brother's too. Sam kept chasing and flirting (or he tried to, at least) with girls at school, but blushed and acted all shy and cute around his male friends from the soccer team. Also, with Cas but that was quite normal.

The sky is blue, and Sam admires Castiel. At least his childhood crush had faded.

As for himself, well, one day he snuck a peek at his shirtless best friend and oh hello, my bestie is hot. The thing was that even though he considered Cas as attractive, he didn't like him romantically. From everyone he knew, Dean kept hearing jokes about staring sessions and eye-fucking. Everybody seemed to think that they would be a perfect couple. And that bothered the hell out of him. Fucking soulmates.

0o0

They were at Balthazar's, Castiel's older brother twenty-first birthday. It was the middle of spring break, and Cas came back to the suburbs from dorms of college in the centrum of the city. Although Cas didn't really live there, his parents just wanted to have him out of their hair and paid a lot for it. Cas moved in with Gabriel just after graduating from high school.

Needless to say, they started drinking hard. Around the midnight Cas staggered through the crowd looking for Dean, whom he lost five drinks earlier. Dean wandered off following some equally drunk girl.

Castiel caught a smudge of blonde in the corner of his eye. There. He headed in Dean's direction. He nudged his friend's shoulder and then suddenly in the middle of the loud party, they were kissing. Cas wasn't sure who started it, but the next thing he knew, they were full on making out. Their tounges tangled, panting into each other's mouths with Dean's fingers squeezing other boy's ass and Castiel's palms buried in blonde hair of his friend.

A moment later they were stumbling into the nearest bedroom, not separating their bodies even for a second. They landed on a bed, Dean necking whimpering Cas, drunk out of their minds and tugging frantically at each other's clothes. They didn't even manage to get out of their shirts before they passed out, one on top of the other, still fully clothed.

Next morning Dean slowly woke up, much too aware of splitting headache blooming in his head. He groaned. Hangovers were a bitch. His mouth tasted like a dead dog. Not that he knew how a dead dog tasted like. Just a manner of speaking. Ugh. Hangovers were the bitchest bitch ever to bitch.

With startling realization, he became aware of a warm body next to his.

'Did I score last light…?' He couldn't remember anything after the sixth round of vodka. With a grunt, he turned onto his left side to look at his bedmate. From under covers, he could see a familiar black hair.

"Cas?!" Cas grumbled a bit and released a loud snuffle. "Cas! Come on, wake up you son of a bitch!" Dean in a full-blown panic looked under the sheets to check if they had any clothes on. He sighed in relief. Nothing had happened. He hadn't slept with his friend he low-key lusted after. 'Thank God.'

"Cas!" Dean grabbed his friend's shoulder and shook him not-so-gently. "Get up!"
"Bleugh… Dean?" Cas grunted out, "Five more minutes…" Dean scowled. A true example of a hangover not-morning person. Tragic combo. The black-haired boy finally opened his eyes, squinting sleepily at Dean. "Dean? What happened? "

"I think we made out and fell asleep" Blonde blurted out. There was nothing like brutal honesty. Nobody ever said that Dean could do 'subtle.'

"What?!" Castiel quickly sat up revealing a couple of dark spots on the side of his neck. Dean winced trying not to look at them. Castiel looked around frantically. They were in a guest bedroom in his own house. Slowly, memories of the previous night came back to him.

Blood rushing through his body, music pulsing around him, crowd swaying, kissing, Dean's lips on his neck and fingers grabbing his butt, Castiel's hands in other boy's hair, going into the bedroom…

Cas raised his hand to his neck and winced. Definitely a hickey. He blushed. "So…what now?" Dean sighed and pressed his fingers into his forehead.

"I don't know, man. What people usually do in this kind of situation?"

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Someone was aggressively knocking at the door. "Are you lovebirds decent?!" Balthazar yelled through the door and promptly barged in without waiting for an answer. "Did you fuck? We all were taking bets."

"What?! No! Come on!" Dean threw his arm up in an exasperated manner

" Good God. Are you still in denial Dean? Even after the show, you two gave us last night?" He snorted. "That's just pathetic." Balthazar leaned back on the doorstep. "Cassie, set your new boyfriend straight," he paused " or maybe not so straight, if you know what I mean." Balthazar wiggled his eyebrows with a perverted smirk. Cas's face went blank.

"I am sure that everyone knows what you mean, Balthie. Now, go away."

"Oooh, the new couple wants some privacy? Be my guest then. Just try to keep it quiet, you crazy kids."
The older man chuckled before winking at them and leaving the room. With his exit, Dean and Cas fell into an awkward silence. They stared at each other, both silently panicking. Dean who was blushing through their conversation with Balthazar, by the time he left, has turned to the real-life fire-truck red. With his blonde hair and freckles, it looked very charming.

"Uh. So. What now?" Castiel finally asked with a weak voice "Are we a new couple?"

"Do you want to be?" Dean bit his lip. That was a situation he was afraid of. What if Cas was in love with him? Dean loved his friend with his whole heart, but he wasn't in love with him.

"Do you want to?" Cas replied with a question. They stared at each other awkwardly.

"JUST KISS ALREADY!" chorus of voices shouted from behind the door. Cas blushed furiously and slammed his lips against Dean's. It was not a sweet kiss. Their teeth clashed, and noses smashed into each other.

'Maybe I'll just grow to fall in love'

Not that they knew that they were thinking the same.

Barely a week into their new relationship Sam walked in on them performing the pre-mating ritual. In other words, making out. So he did what any other sane and good younger brother would have done. He screamed and fake-retched.

"YUCK! DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO DO THIS IN PUBLIC SPACE?! BLEUGH! YOU GUYS ARE GROSS!"

Dean and Cas jumped away from each other and blushed in harmony. Sam let out a gurgling noise imitating vomiting.

"A living room is hardly a public space, Sam" Cas squeaked. The teenager threw him a disgusted glare.

"Yes, it is. Everybody passes through it and can be exposed to a scaring image. Ew, I'm gonna need brain bleach." With that being said Dean realized that he never actually talked with his little brother about that particular side of life. He cringed. It was going to be so awkward.

"Look, Sammy… when two people like each other very mu-"

"Good God, are you… are you trying to give me a sex talk?! I'm fifteen!"

"Well, yeah, but…" Sam threw his arms up in the air.

"Stop, just, just stop."

"No, Sammy, we need to have this talk eventua-"

"No, we don't! What the fuck, Dean! "

"You're a growing boy, so you need to be aware of-"

"Bobby gave me the Talk years ago Dean!"

"… What? Seriously?"

"Yes. Seriously" Sam deadpanned. Dean looked at him in astonishment. When did his little brother grow up? His little boy, tiny baby Sammy who he bottle fed and taught how to tie shoelaces, was standing a few inches over 5 feet with a bitchface supreme, narrowed eyes and arms crossed over his chest.

"When?" Sam rolled his eyes so hard that Cas was afraid that he would hurt himself.

"When I heard you and Amanda Heckerling going at it three years ago and asked him what was happening." Dean blushed furiously and looked nervously at Cas. It would be entirely reasonable for a current boyfriend to be angry or jealous about his past conquest and affairs. Alongside realization of the fact that his younger brother heard him while having sex and told Bobby about it…

He won't be able to look both his brother and adopted father in the eyes for a long time.

But Cas nodded to himself with thinking face like all of it was entirely logical.

"It would be rational." Sam turned towards Cas with an approving expression.

"Thank you, Cas. Now, either go to Dean's room and try to be quiet or stay and help me with biology," he said with a challenging turn of his chin. That was all they got in response to their relationship.

'It seems to be some kind of approval… I think'

At least that what Cas hoped it was.

0o0

The only thing that Dean loved about the situation was cuddling. Yes, cuddling, although even Satan himself wouldn't have forced him to admit it. To himself or anyone else.

He never realized how touch starved he was. Years, when Sammy used to climb into his lap, were long gone. Also, his father and Bobby were never the hugging types. His previous meaningless flings and one night stands were not enough. But with Cas it was different. Familiar and comforting. However, kissing, holding hands and other romantic activities just felt wrong. Sex was fantastic, Cas was one of the most giving lovers he had but afterwards made him feel very uncomfortable, out of place. But Cas was in love with him. Dean couldn't hurt his friend, he couldn't lose him. He just needed to put on his big boy pants on and do his best to be romantic, caring boyfriend Castiel deserved.

The sexual tension that existed between them before disappeared, but beside drastic increase of platonic affection, which pleased him, it felt like their friendship was damaged. Cas felt awkward, that is, more awkward than usual when they included in the romantic side of their relationship. Holding hands seemed weird and cheesy. Kissing was almost always sexual and passionate, but when they tried to make it tender it was even more bizarre. Sex though, sex was great. Dean had all the skills. Although whenever they both came down from their orgasmic highs, well, Cas often got up ran with some excuse. Castiel never dated someone seriously before, but he was sure it wasn't supposed to be like that. All things they used to do together before becoming a couple became overshadowed by the need to make them romantic. Therefore awkward. Cas felt guilty. Dean was doing his best to give him space and tried so hard, and Castiel wasn't even sure if he liked him like that. And Dean was really invested in their new relationship. Cas felt like the worst trash of this world. He was using Dean's feeling and taking advantage of them to satisfy his sexual curiosity towards his… boyfriend. He was a truly disgusting human being.

Sam has been expecting this to happen for some time. Dean and Cas fitted together like two matching puzzles. He always knew that he didn't have a chance with Cas, he was just a friend's little brother. He also realized how good they would be together when he was twelve, and they were sixteen. He saw them sitting close enough to brush their shoulders, talking and laughing over something quietly. Since that day it became his primary focus to get rid of his ridiculous, childish crush on Cas. Not that it ever worked out. Whenever he thought he got over Castiel, the older boy always had to do or say something to make poor Sam fall for him again. He was pathetic. So when three years later he walked on them making out in the living room he wasn't even surprised. He did what any brother would do and whined about public indecency. He was happy for them. And if later at night Sam shed few tears into his pillow… Well, nobody had to know. Let's not let anybody say that Sam Winchester was a weak, heartbroken child.

0o0

So had passed three months. It took three months for this time purely emotional, the tension between Dean and Cas to explode. And they were drunk. Again. It was their three months anniversary. A quarter of a year. So they, but mostly everyone besides the happy couple decided that it required a special kind of celebration. Therefore they banished Sam to his friend's house and, Bobby to Ellen's, so they could have the whole house to themselves.

Before Bobby and Sam had driven off, Singer looked at them sternly.

"We'll be back at 10 am. I don't want to see anything potentially scaring for me and Sam. Understood?" Young men nodded obediently. No one besides Ellen could handle an angry Bobby. "And take out your trash, ijits." After delivering the necessary instructions, Bobby joined Sam in the car and left Dean and Cas alone on the porch. They glanced at each other.

"Come on, Cas." Dean wrapped his arm around the shorter man's waist. "Let's celebrate. We have vodka and champagne. Starter and an ender." Cas leaned back against Dean's broad chest

"I have wine in my bag."

"Good God, Cas, how much alcohol do we need for one night?" Cas furrowed his eyebrows.

"I prefer wine over vodka. Besides, you know I can't handle very well such strong beverages. "

"Alright, I guess. Hey, that means more vodka for me." Side by side they returned indoors. "So…" Dean fidgeted "Are we watching anything? We have Indiana Jones, Lord of the Ring, Harry Potter series and… what the hell? Love Actually. Some of Sam's CDs too. I vote Indiana Jones!" Dean exclaimed, turning puppy-eyed expression at his boyfriend. It was cute, but Dean's had nothing on Sam's. The kid's eyes could probably make a serial killer apologize. And The Bitchface would make them cover.

Cas chuckled. "Indiana Jones it is. Set it up, I'll prepare food and liquor." Dean's eyes changed to disbelief. "Liquor? Dude, I thought that you grew out of such strange wording." Cas blinked.

"It's a perfectly normal noun, Dean."

"Whatever you say, sweetcheeks." Dean laughed at Castiel's mildly offended face and dived into a movie stash while Cas went to the kitchen. Dean bit his bottom lip. It was more like their friendship-hanging out than a three months anniversary. He had to do better. Having found one of Indiana Jones movies he put it in and sat comfortably on the couch as he waited for his boyfriend to come back with food.

"You would have made a good wife." He stated, slapping Cas's butt teasingly.

"Hey!" Cas squeaked and blushed, annoyed. The dark-haired put bottles with alcohol on a floor and reclined with a bowl full of popcorn next to Dean. He cuddled to his side with a little satisfied sigh. Dean had all the skills. Sex and cuddles.

'Whoever ends up with him for life will be one happy person, ' he thought absentmindedly. Then he winced internally. He kept thinking about Dean as his single friend. But he wasn't. He was his boyfriend. He was the person who'll enjoy sex and cuddles. Somehow, he wasn't ecstatic about it. He wanted Dean to fall in love with someone who would return his feelings. And Cas also wanted it for himself. What can you say, he was romantic at heart after all.

The movie started, so they started drinking. First symbolic champagne, delivered earlier by Jo, then wine and in Dean's case, vodka. In their stressed state of mind, it didn't take too long for both of them to get pleasantly tipsy. And then drunk, and some.

The movie has ended with Harrison Ford riding off into the sunset, and Dean sighed happily. Cas was dozing off on his shoulder. It felt nice before, but after an hour his arm was falling asleep, and he kinda wanted it back.

"Caaas." The smaller boy made a grumpy little noise in the back of his throat as he woke up.

"What?" he slurred.

"My arm is asleep. Get off."

"Ohhhh. I apolegise. Apologeise? Apolo…" Cas trailed off trying to put a coherent sentence together in his inebriated brain. He giggled and hiccuped. "Deeaan, it's bee' precisely three months, and we are drunk again."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah," and after a short moment, "I'm sorry, Cas. I should have made a dinner of somethin'. Romantic, ya'know."

"Nah" Cas frowned "No harm done."

"No, but really, I'm a terrible boyfriend."

"No! I'm a bad boyfriend."

"Well. I'm bader!"

"No! I am" Dean shoved Cas by the shoulder, and after some struggling against each other, Winchester ended up on top. Dean took the opportunity and hid his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck.

"I'm a bad person. I'm a liaaaar." Blonde's words were slightly muffled.

"No, Dean, you're the bestest. What do you mean by a liar?" Cas put his palms between his shoulder blades and started to pet Dean, trying to comfort him.

"Not telling! " Dean whined into the junction between neck and shoulder of the man beneath him. Cas jabbed fingers of his second hand into soft space just under Dean's ribs causing bigger one to gasp and wriggle away a bit. "Hey! That's dirty move!"

"Then tell me!"

"Nooooo."

"But-"

"No."

"So maybe we'll say it together" Cas proposed. Dean blinked.

"Say what?" Cas sneered.

"Why we are bad boyfriends, Dean. Keep up."

"Oh, okay. On three?" Cas suddenly felt much more sober than at the beginning of that nonsensical conversation.

"Okay. One."

"Two" Cas croaked.

"Three! I'm not in love with ya."

"I don't have romantic feelings towards you."

"Wait. What?" Dean raised his head and stared at his friend. His face was unreadable. "You don't?"

"And you don't?"

"Nooo."

"Yea, me neither." They stared at each other in shell-shocked silence. Then Dean erupted into a hysterical giggling fit. After a second, Cas joined him. When they calmed down a bit, Cas still panting pushed Dean off himself. He yawned.

"Y'know we are going to talk about it?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Sober"

"Yeah, yeah."

"First thing in the morning."

"Sure. Now shut up and let me sleep."

0o0

Dean woke up with Cas shaking his shoulders fanatically. Sun picked that moment to blind him with its annoying light. He closed his eyes again. Dean was not a happy bunny.

"Dean, wake up. Sam and Bobby will be here in an hour." Dean groaned.

"And?"

"And we need to clean up! And by we I meant you. You spilled popcorn all over the place, remember?" Dean opened one eye and yup, the whole floor was covered in grease and peases of fried corn. He whined miserably but sat up.

"Here." Cas pushed a glass of water and painkiller into his hands. "Take this and help me."

"Okay, okay. Jeeze. Don't get your panties in twist."

"Don't be a jerk" Cas snapped

"Now, you know that Sammy is possessive of that nickname."

"Sam is not here. But he will be, soon. So don't be an assbutt and get to work." Cas barked. He also wasn't a happy bunny. Brunet took away half-empty glass and gave Dean a vacuum. Then he stormed off to the kitchen. Without unnecessary comments, Dean started to half-heartedly clean. The kept moving pipe in his hands while his mind was running a hundred miles per minute. While last night he was drunk enough to babble out his thoughts, he wasn't drunk enough to forget that he did. He also could remember what Cas said. He sighed. As much as he hated talking about feelings, especially his own, they needed to have a serious conversation.

Dean hated being mature.

For the next hour, they moved in silent tandem, working. When they were done, the living room was in the same state as previous afternoon. Dean exhaled with relief. At least Bobby wouldn't be after his ass. He collapsed on the couch next to Castiel.

"We need to talk," Cas said, "And please don't say 'famous last words.'"

"Yeah, I know."

"I advise to do it now before your family comes back."

"Yeah, I know."

"Is it all you have to say?" Cas sneered. "It's a serious matter, Dean. Try harder."

"Okay, okay. Sorry. So… what happened last night? Hell, what was happening for last three months?" Cas seemed to avoid eye contact but finally broke.

"For what I understand, we jumped into a romantic relationship under pressure of our environment and because of unresolved sexual tension. Neither of us had any feeling of that kind but was sure that the other has them. Am I right?" Cas rambled on, regressing into formal speech, as always when he was very nervous. And he was. Future of his longest and most precious relationship was on stake. Dean coughed and croaked.

"Yeah, that sums it all pretty neatly." Cas slumped against Dean's side, all tension leaving his body at once.

"I felt so terrible! I was sure that I was using your feelings for sex! Please, tell me this is our break up." Dean laughed, relieved.

"Yes, Cas. This is our break up. Man, the weirdest break up ever. Sue me, but it feels like the best decision I've made since befriending you. "

"I wouldn't have sued you. Besides, I doubt if there is a law that would suit our situation." Dean huffed, amused.

"It's a manner of speaking Cas. I thought you knew this one already." He paused "Right now, we have a bigger concern" Cas raised his head from Dean's shoulder.

"Huh?"

"We have to tell everyone that we broke up."

"…Shit"

"Shit indeed."

0o0

Bobby stopped the car, a big, pale-yellow (ugly as hell) pick up, by his house. He turned to Sam, who spend most of their ride silent, and observed him for a second. Besides some gloominess in his posture, the kid seemed to be quite alright with his darling big brother dating his ever-forever crush. Then again, Sam could be even more stubborn and emotionally handicapped than Dean sometimes. Even if something was bothering him. Hell, especially if something was bothering him. And Bobby could feel it in his gut that it was the case. Sam hasn't and wouldn't make a fuss. Bobby found himself often caught between pride and frustration because of that boy's selflessness.

"Y'ready, kid?" Sam flinched in surprise. He was somewhere deep in his head.

"Yup, let's go." The teenager opened car's door and marched towards their house. Bobby sighed. He doubted if Dean knew that he and Cas were hurting the kid. With a pained grunt, he tumbled out of the car. He was getting too old for this.

Sam waited for him patiently at the door. God bless Mary and her good genes. Dean was never this well-behaved. Bobby reached out for the handle but hesitated. "Close your eyes, Sam. Just in case." Sammy rolled his eyes hard, and yes, it was one beautiful bitchface. Bobby found Dean's title surprisingly fitting. Still, Sam lowered his eyelids obediently. Bobby guessed that if there was an incident when Sam didn't want to see Castiel naked it was when he would see him naked with Dean. "There we go." And so older man opened the door. He blinked. No thrown around clothes around the stairs. "Stay here."

"Cranky old man." Sam grumbled under his nose. Bobby felt a tug on the corner of his mouth. Teenagers. Cute.

"I heard that." Bobby walked deeper into the house. He stopped, before going into a living room and yelled, "Are you boys decent? I hope you managed not to destroy my living room!"

"Nah, it's all whole and sparkling." With that, Bobby allowed himself in. It was clean, and both couch and rug looked not-defiled.

'Thank God for that. I'd have to burn it.'

Then he noticed the strange way in which the young couple was standing in the middle of the room. Like they were waiting for something.

"Is everything alright?" He asked carefully. Dean nodded.

"Yes. Everything is good." Cas shot his boyfriend a weird look. Dean caught it and straightened his posture. "And we have an announcement" he added. Cas was smiling with his little mysterious smile with equally mysterious air around him. He seemed pleased. Bobby paled. If they were a heterosexual couple, it would mean that either they were pregnant or getting married. And since one option was impossible…

"I protest! You two are too young for marriage!" Bobby protested with panicked tone in his voice. It was way too early for this. They were together for only three months! And Sam! Poor kid would have to be a flower boy (or maybe a best man) at Cas' wedding.

'What to do, what to do…'

The boys blinked.

And roared with laughter. Dean almost fell over clutching his stomach. Cas cried a bit. After they calmed down, Dean announced with a grin on his face, still panting slightly.

"We broke up."