Author's Note: _

If you are wondering about the title, it pertains to a small part of dialogue within the chapter.
Thing is, this actually happened to me.

Somewhere along the distorted lines of middle school, I was in Sex Ed.
One day during class, the teacher had passed out Hershey Kisses to each student.
There were different colors, each representing a different outcome/fate we were going to have.

I was the only kid, out of my 30-35 student class, to have a pink Hershey, as did Dean.

My friend at the time, Sierra, made fun of me, even though she had purple. (if you read on, you'll find out what it stands for, and the ironic thing is- Sierra is now a pregnant sophomore in high school. #ironic)

You'll find out what they mean when you get to the part.

Fuck Hersheys, man.

They don't fuckin' know me.

I did have a teacher named Mrs. Yung- and she was one of my favorite English teachers, ever.
Other than Mr. Hardin.
Love and miss you guys.~

There are some scenes in this ch. where drugs are involved, but it's mostly Dean and other people, really. Just warning you now.

An uneasy sensation pricks at Dean's skin as Cas drives him home. After the awkward dismissal by the cop, he and Cas decided that it's best to get Dean home. Except, they decided a few other things too. Dean sees the porch light of his house come into view, Bobby already on the lawn chair working on cleaning out one of his many guns. Maybe it's not the best sight for Cas to see knowing the news they're about to tell him.

That's right- Dean's going to tell Bobby and Ellen. Tonight.

Hopefully. Without getting murdered.

Dean's really tired of becoming a part of statistics for one day.

Bobby looks up from under the brim of his worn navy blue hat, eyes narrowing on Dean as he and Cas step out of the car in sync.

"Dean?" he asks, setting the gun to the side, "Who's this?"

"Someone you'll want to know…" Dean mumbles, knees already shaking and weak like they were in the bathroom after his tests came back more positive than a crack addict on- … well, crack, "Ugh- Bobby, I have to tell you somethin'. Somethin' really important."

Bobby's eyebrows come together to look like one row of untrimmed bushes, "What's that, boy? Did you murder someone?"

The omega clears his throat, Cas offering slight reassurance by nudging himself a few centimeters closer, "No, but- I still fucked up… we both did…"

"Wait- how did you two knuckleheads do something togeth-" Bobby closes his mouth, eyes going wide as the words bring the truth to him.

"If you're thinking the right thing, you're probably wanting to test that gun on me."

Bobby just takes off his cap, something he never does unless he's about to shower or go to sleep, running a hand through his thinning and graying hair, "You're pregnant, Dean? …"

The omega averts his eyes, a little grateful Bobby's a beta so he won't rip off his head immediately, there's still a chance he can run, "Uh, yeah… Cas here is the father…"

"How long?"

"Two to three months."

"When did you find out?"

"When I missed my heat a few days ago, I was curious and took tests. I basically found out yesterday."

Bobby tilts his head, "What made you tell me a day later, boy? Ain't I got a right to know?"

Dean nods, feeling Cas watch on nervously, "Yeah uh- I had to find out who Cas was first… You see, I was at a party on New Years, that one you said I couldn't go to. Well, I snuck out and got there, got a little tipsy and… this happened."

Bobby stares at Dean's hand over his stomach, not saying a word. Sweat heavily lines his brow, fingers black with gun grease but white underneath from pressure. Dean's sure that his knuckles will break if he keep gripping onto his jeans like he'll die if he doesn't. Cas coughs awkwardly in the silence, nudging Dean's back to wordlessly show his support.

"I wish I wasn't so stupid, Bobby. I'm sorry that I fucked up so badly…" Dean mutters, "If it makes you feel better, I'll be out of your house in a few months if you want me to-"

"No-" Dean jumps at Bobby's voice, except it's gentler than he imagined, "I don't want you gone boy. I'm mad, yeah- but I ain't gonna kick you outta my life because you can be an idjit. Might as well kick my own ass out too."

Dean laughs despite himself, Cas joining in beside him.

Bobby turns his attention to the alpha, "So your father?"

"Yes sir, I am."

Castiel stands at attention, back ramrod straight as Bobby gives him a lookover. He grins, shaking his head. In fact, he starts chuckling- then laughing full bodied on the small lawn chair his body is set on. He is so lost within the humorous spasms of his body, that he doesn't notice that he is making the porch boards creak as he rocks back in forth in front of the two dumbfounded boys.

"What's so funny old man?" Dean quips, a smile on his face as the cicadas quiet their loud buzzing to an evening hum.

"I figured that if you were ever gonna hook up with some alpha, that you'd do it on accident and I'd have to hear about it after the fact." Bobby looks up, happy tears welling in eyes as his body shakes with the sound of ringing giggling, "Cas is also what I pictured you gettin' with."

Dean tilts his head, "What makes you say that?"

The beta grins wider, "He's somethin' you're not exactly, Dean- proper or really formal. While you got manners, sometimes, and some good morals upholdin' yourself- Cas over here is probably never one to have a hangover in his life. Exact opposites."

"Are you callin' me uncultured, Bobby?" Dean puts his hands on his hips, "Because if you are- I'd like to remind you that you are indeed the man that raised me."

"Touche, idjit." Bobby laughs lightly again, "Seems like I got another son, now. And a grandkid on the way…"

Dean grins, nearly bouncing on the gravel driveway, "We get to keep Cas?"

The alpha and beta laugh at him, Bobby nodding, "Of course- now get inside and tell Ellen 'bout the new developments."

Dean and Cas walk up the steps when Bobby stops Cas, "Minus you, kiddo. You and I gotta have a little chit chat before you go paradin' in here."

Cas swallowed audibly, and for a split second Dean thinks that maybe Bobby might follow through with this murder thing. However, Dean knows that Bobby wouldn't do that kind of thing when Dean needs him so much, especially in the next few months.

Dean walks past, leaving Cas to fend for himself with Bobby. If Cas can handle him drunk and pregnant, Bobby should be a walk in the park. If their town had a worth-it one. Dean's feet softly brush against the carpet once his shoes are placed by the door, his eyes becoming wary of the shadow forming from someone in the kitchen.

"Ellen?" he says warily, leaning in quietly at the door frame, "I need to talk to you…"

Ellen looks over, "Dean, hey baby. What's up? I would be more lovin' to ya, but my hands are currently covered in raw hamburger."

Dean laughs despite the nervous feeling inching its way through his veins slowly, like a spider weaving a web when it knows eventually it is to be destroyed by either time or an irritated person, "That's okay… Uh- we have a guest tonight."

"A guest?" Ellen looks over her shoulder, hair messily strapped into one of her lazy buns that Dean found to become an idiosyncrasy, "When did someone ever impress you enough that you'd bring em' here?"

"Well, that's what I need to talk to you about… Ellen, promise you won't kill me."

Ellen senses Dean's panic- the omega thinking maybe his scent is pouring off distress all over the room- and she turns into her mother goose mood like a werewolf on a full moon. She quickly stops her meat molding, washes her hands, and comes over to look at Dean. Her brown irises are gentle despite the formation of harsh, time-worn wrinkles into the corners of her eyes. Her lips purse together, brows becoming closer as she softly cups Dean's face like the comforting mom Dean's always known her for being.

"Dean sweetie, you know I could never do somethin' like that to you. You may not technically be my blood- but Hell be damned if I don't treat and believe you to be as much. Honey, no matter what you might do, I'll love you just like I always have and will. Now come on, what's goin' on? Do I have to kick some ass?"

Dean chuckles lightly at that, looking at the fake tiled floor and noticing that it's been there since they moved in, "Maybe- not really if it's mine? Ellen, I- I messed up… You remember that New Years party Bobby and I had a fight about?"

She nods, smiling, "Lemme guess, you snuck out to go to it."

"You know me so well-" they both share a small snort at that, Dean goes on, "I got drunk at it, and well… Ellen, I'm pregnant."

She blinks several times. Surprise covers her aged features, causing Dean to fear the worst as a hand automatically comes to protect the baby in a force of recent habit. Her eyes follow and track the movement, widening at the placement of fingertips and palm, and she takes a deep breath within those seconds.

Dean's sure he hasn't inhaled or exhaled at all.

"I'm gonna be a grandma?" her voice is quite, matching Bobby's and Cas' once they found out about the kid on its way.

Dean nods slowly, still unsure until she voices the acceptance, "Yeah- you are… The guest is, uh- he's the dad."

"I get another son?" she grins, "Ah, Dean- this is the best surprise ever! I get told I'm receiving two new family members in one night- amazing! I've always wanted one of those big families!"

Dean smiles back, knowing that dream started with a girl told that she could never produce her own kids. Thus Sam and Dean were adopted, and now- Cas and his child have been too.

Dean couldn't have been happier.

…

"So, Cas is it?" Ellen asks, looking at him from her seat across the well-used table.

"It's Castiel, actually. That name is an invention of Dean's."

The omega looks down as Ellen sends him a warm smile before returning her focus on the alpha, "Are you in Dean's grade?"

"I am, but since I have duel enrollment we don't have any classes together. But we did my freshman and sophomore year."

Dean looks up, "Really? Dude- I don't remember that. What classes were they?"

"English and art freshman year, and just Sex Ed in sophomore for half a semester before we switched over to gym."

Dean tries to go back in his memory, slight little fragments from four to three years ago flooding his mind, "I slightly remember that... Didn't we have to reenact Romeo and Juliet together?"

Cas laughs softly, the quiet clinking of forks around them, "We did. I remember Mrs. Yung forced us to wear slight costumes for the roles."

"Oh my god-" Dean starts to giggle, an image returning from the depths of his conscious, "I remember you had to wear a neon pink tiara as a crown and a pimp chain! You looked ridiculous!"

"Coming from the person who had to wear a rainbow feather boa and a small red cape made of spandex, while also adorned with an apron with an iron on print of a 'I'm a pretty princess!' dress."

Dean rolls his eyes, "Hey- at least I was able to pull my outfit off."

Cas gives a playful smirk, "No- you did pull it off, literally. You nearly ripped apart the boa because the feathers poked at your skin and gave you a rash. I remember Mrs. Yung had to make you wear some sort of scarf formed out of woven pantyhose that was colored with Crayola markers. Didn't we do your make-up for one scene?"

Ellen laughs and Bobby snickers, Sammy nearly falls out his chair.

"Hey, shut your mouth while you're eatin' pipsqueak! I looked fine as hell!" Dean glares as Sammy laughs at him harder, "You're gonna choke on your mashed potatoes if you don't quit!"

Sammy shakes his head, "I can't help it, Dean! It's hilarious how you two bicker like an old married couple already!"

Dean snorts, Ellen nodding as Bobby grins widely.

"I have to admit, boy-" Bobby says as Cas and Dean turns to look at him, "I thought you were joking when you said you two knuckleheads just flow together. Seems like I was wrong."

Dean furrows his brow, looking over to Cas in confusion, "Wait- what did you say?"

"Nothing..." Cas looks away playfully, "Maybe something along the lines of 'Dean Winchester was the only one with a pink Hershey kiss'."

Dean gawks at him as the others look on in confusion, "You didn't-"

"Oh, I did."

Ellen shakes her head, "I'm sorry boys, I'm lost…"

"Let me explain for Dean." Cas smiles, "In Sex Ed, we were given certain colored Hershey kisses. Basically, whatever color you got, meant that something happened to you. I had a purple Hershey, along with several other people, while Dean was the only one with pink. You see, purple meant you got pregnant or that you got someone pregnant-" he pauses for a moment and snickers, Bobby and Ellen raise their eyebrows in amusement while Dean rolls his eyes, "Dean's however, was a little sadder."

"What was it?" Sammy asks, leaning over his plate of food slightly.

Cas chuckles and Dean looks down as he answers for himself, "I apparently got AIDS and died."

The whole table erupts in laughter.

…

Dean is in kitchen helping Ellen and Cas clean up after dinner. Bobby took Sammy out for some new clothes since he just started hitting his growth spurt, shooting up like a damn weed. Dean knows that Sammy is more than likely gonna be an alpha. He thinks it over as he clears off the table.

"Hey darlin'-" it's a little later now, Ellen is cleaning off plates as Dean washes them off, "how far along are you now?"

"Two to three months."

Ellen grins, "Well, we're gonna have to get you to a doctor so we can find out how the little thing's doin'."

Cas enters the room with paper towels and spray cleaner, "I would enjoy knowing that my child is okay, Dean."

Dean rolls his eyes at that, but he's still smiling either way, "Yeah, I know, Cas. We'll get it done near the end of the week, alright? We already have our diplomas, we just need to finish these last few days up before we go scheduling anything just in case."

"Agreed." Cas walks over, hugging Dean from behind even though Ellen is beside him, "I'm just worried is all."

Dean chuckles as he washes a plate, "I know you are… Dude- we're havin' a kid."

Ellen laughs at him, her eyes watching the scene warmly, "It's like you keep forgettin'."

"I kind of do, actually." Dean admits, "To be fair though, I've only known for a two days now. Almost three."

"So that's why you missed your heat the other day?"

Dean nods, "Yeah. At first I thought maybe my birth control or suppressants had finally stopped them like the doctor said it would after a while, but… turns out there was another reason."

Cas pulls away, "You're on birth control and suppressants?"

"Not anymore, but I was. I don't understand why they cut out like that and the pill didn't do somethin' to the kid by now."

Ellen shrugs, putting some of the dishes in the washer away as Cas continues cleaning off the counters, "Sometimes it happens. Maybe your doctor can explain somethin' to you when you visit em'."

"Yeah… you're right. I'll be sure to ask."

Answers would be nice.

…

Dean and Cas are up in the omega's room, Dean leaning into Cas' side as one hand from him and one hand from Cas lay on his stomach. They're on the bed, laying down together and staring up at the ceiling quietly.

"Dean?" Cas whispers.

So much for quiet.

"Yeah, Cas?"

The alpha's swallow is loud against Dean's ear, "Do you remember anything from that night? Before it?"

Dean turns slightly, "Uh- no, Cas. I don't. I completely forgot we even had classes together… Why?"

"I was just-" Cas seems to divert the subject, even though he doesn't want to, "wondering…"

The omega flips over onto his side, coming up to be a few inches away from Cas' azure irises that are currently avoiding him. Dean grunts, taking a hand and forcing Cas' jaw over to him, their noses only a few centimeters apart. Cas seems to be internally frightful, eyes wide as Dean just sighs along his skin.

"Cas- there's somethin' you're not tellin' me… Now that we've got a kid on the way, you need to be honest and tell me what's going on before you explode or somethin'. Can you do that? If not for me, but…" Dean pats Cas' hand on his stomach, "for them?"

"Dean, I-" Cas struggles to even get air out, "it's complicated."

"Everything's going to be right now… just tell me. Please, Cas. You're startin' to scare me."

The alpha sighs, eyelids falling down as he takes a deep breath, "Dean, that night at the party… it, um… You went into heat."

Dean shakes his head, "Cas- that can't happen. I've been on suppressants since sixth grade. There's no possible way."

Cas seems adamant, "Dean- there's only several reasons suppressants fail."

"Yeah- I remember them." Dean comments, still unconvinced, "But we don't meet the criteria, Cas. That means that we had done this before or there's something else at play."

The alpha looks away, tensing, "That's my point, Dean… You know the party actually wasn't the first time we had sex, right?"

Dean nearly passes out.

…

Music.

People.

Sweat and pheromones concocted into one tiny room.

"Is this party great or what?!" Benny struggles to yell over the pounding beat, people bumping into Dean in the middle of what the omega assumes was the living room, "I told you it'd be worth it!"

Dean grins from ear to ear, already enjoying the buzz underneath his skin from the liveliness of it all. He may only be ninth grade (after the summer is over, of course), but he sure as hell doesn't want to be missing out on this kind of fun. Older high-school students and even some college kids are outlining him in the crowd, jumping and bumping into him with the adamant thump of the speakers. Dean's drink- he's sure it's got enough alcohol in it to send Ellen and Bobby reeling- sloshes in his plastic cup as he and Benny just roll with the heartbeat of the party.

"Aren't you a little young to be here?"

The voice causes Dean to turn, except- it belongs to some alpha who looks like he'd be applying for McDonald's rather than a college, "That's none of your business, dude."

"I thought omegas were supposed to be fun-"

That's all he's able to say because within the next second, Dean's drink is flying into his face.

He growls as the guy sputters, "Fuck you, dude. I thought people were supposed to be decent."

Benny gets a hold on Dean's forearm, dragging him outside so a huge fight doesn't erupt in the middle of the room. Dean is gritting his teeth, cold night air surprisingly nice on his skin. He didn't realize how hot it was until he left. Benny sighs out beside him, trying to calm himself down. His scent of fear is abrasive against Dean's nostrils, the omega just leaning against the railing. People in the infinity pool are screaming and doing shots as they float around aimlessly in the chemically-cleaned water, bikini tops and swimming trunks missing from a few patrons.

"Why do you have to go pickin' a fight, Dean?" Benny asks, throwing his drink over the black fence they're leaning on into the drop below, the water taking a few seconds to reach the bottom of the hill's incline, "This is our first big party with kids who are gonna be our classmates- and here you go, fuckin' it up."

"Benny, I don't think you'd like someone comin' up to you thinkin' they can fuck you because you're an omega, alright? You just don't get it..."

The beta (he hopes he'll present as an alpha, that he's just late and not unpresented) scoffs as he leans away from Dean, "Dude- I understand if some of us can get sexist, but this is a party. Live it up! Maybe get laid, Dean! It could do you some good!"

Dean glares at his 'friend', "Benny, what the fuck are you tryin' to say right now?"

"Just-" he looks away over to the pool, starting to walk towards it as he shrugs, "start actin' like we're supposed to. We're teenagers now- about to be in high school- we get drunk, get laid, do stupid shit. Stop bein' a downer and live a little- viva la vida! Dean- just, stop and let go of your little 'good omega' act and just let your panties drop every once in a while."

Dean is about to throw Benny off the ledge when he runs off, his legs carrying him over to the pool while Dean sighs. He's alone now- the loud noise from the pool and the party behind him. It's a nice view from here, this house- even with all of these random people Dean honestly doesn't give a shit about. He just knows there's a party here with some important family business (Dean thinks the youngest presented a few days ago) and it meant having a R-rated celebration. Girls scream and guys whoop around him, distant as Dean focuses on the faint sounds of birds lining the trees and cars on the highway below. The omega wishes that maybe he should have saved his drink and left it in his cup instead of throwing it on that douchebag. He's kinda thirsty.

"Excuse me, are you alone?"

Dean turns to see some really hot guy holding two cups of whatever the 'bartender' is serving now, "Uh- yeah. My friend's bein' a dick and ran off on me after snapping on some guy..."

He comes over, handing Dean one of the cups as he leans against the rail beside him. The wind shifts around them a fraction, whisking around the dude's hair to the point where it looks like it's ruffled from sex rather than moving oxygen.

"What's your name?" he asks Dean, newly blue irises (eyes change color when you present) peeking over the rim of his cup as he sips.

"Dean..." the omega looks away for a second, voice nearly wavering, "Yours?"

"I'm Castiel."

Dean nods, still averting his gaze, "Cool name..."

The guy laughs, letting Dean drink some before he talks again, "So- if you're friend just happened to ditch you, why are you still here?"

Dean looks down in his cup, seeing the appearing stars slightly speck their way into the amber liquid, "I dunno, I guess I wanted to see what it's like, you know? Bein' a teenager... I've always seen movies where it's one of the greatest or worst experiences of your life- and I'm conflicted because of it. I thought... I thought that if I came to this party, I'd be able to figure it out. Learn what it's actually like."

"How is that going for you so far?"

"Terribly." they both laugh lightly, Dean waiting a few moments, "What about you? Why are you at this party?"

Castiel shrugs, looking over the expanse of the world before them, rolling out like ocean waves even though the horizon was composed of dirt rather than brine, "My brother is throwing it for me... He thought it would be nice to announce my new- title."

Dean grins, "And what title might that be?"

"Alpha." Castiel smiles back, cobalt eyes lingering on Dean's own.

"So a new alpha, huh?" Dean can't help but avert his eyes, skin heating although the air around him is fairly cool, "Guess that must be fun, getting to find out you're gonna be the top dog."

Castiel shrugs beside him, "It's okay, I guess. My parents are waiting till I turn eighteen for me to be auctioned off like some breeding horse. I don't count that as fun."

The omega blinks, forgetting about the drink warming in his hands, "Wait- to they're just gonna sire you off like that? For what? Money?"

"I can assure you, money is not a problem." Castiel turns to glance over at the pool, a naked couple- the guy looks a lot like Benny- jumping into the water, "It's a heir they want. A grandchild. My sister and brother aren't exactly the types cut out for giving them 'top quality' offspring."

"Why is that?"

Castiel sighs, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye, "My sister is a beta, and my older brother is an omega. Not the best in terms of getting alpha children."

The omega shakes his head, "So you're gonna get given away like some prize? To who?"

"I don't know- I don't think I ever will." Castiel pours his drink out just like Benny had, "You probably should stop drinking this, my brother has a habit off... spiking, things."

"Then why did you give it to me?"

Castiel grins, "Why did you drink it if you knew it wasn't good in the first place?"

Dean can't help but grin, "Alright- alright. You got me, asshole... So, your brother- he likes playin' tricks on you?"

"More like games for him, but yes. That is similar to it. Right now he believes that he can get me drugged up enough tonight to have sex, as he politely told me this morning. I'm just trying to avoid the crowd and anything that can possibly affect me as much as possible."

"Then why come talk to me? I could be some decoy."

The alpha smiles widely, shaking his head, "I don't believe so. Gabe doesn't like recruiting other people- he likes to put you in a corner all on his own. You may prove to be a distraction, I don't know, but along the lines of an accomplice- not a chance."

Dean can't help but laugh, his cheeks starting to ache with how much he's been smiling recently, "Still, doesn't make sense to talk to me if it ends up bitin' you in the ass."

"Please- that would mean you and I would be standing here looking at this lovely view all on our lonesome. This is a better option, don't you think?"

"Elegant way to say bein' by yourself at a party sucks dick..." Dean takes another sip of his drink anyways, even pours it out over the ledge just like Castiel and Benny had, "Can't argue with that one."

Castiel looks like he's about to ask something- like a word or sentence is lingering on the tip of his tongue and he doesn't know how to get it off. Instead, sirens blaring into the scene cause them to break their focus away from each other, and Dean slinks off from the party as if he were never there.

...

"Wait- so I met you before freshman year even started?"

Cas nods, "Yes- though again, I'm not surprised your memory has been lacking on these things... My brother Gabriel did in fact spike our drinks then. I remember waking up and finding out that after the cops arrived, all hell broke loose. Gabe was on probation for it until last week."

Dean can't help but laugh, "I can see a runnin' theme we have goin' here, Cas. Seems like every single time you and I have met, your brother gets us fucked up before we can do anythin' about it."

"Indeed." Cas comments, "I am sorry, though, for all the times my brother has drugged you out of sanity. I hope no damage was done to you because of it."

"It's fine, Cas. Stuff like that happened to me all the time. I think we know that by now."

We're teenagers now- about to be in high school- we get drunk, get laid, do stupid shit.

Yeah- we do.

...

"You're such a pretty little thing-"

Dean just shuts the guy up with his mouth, tongue flicking over his lips as the wandering hand moves up his thigh. Even as a freshman- it's now official- Dean's gettin' some serious game tonight.

Except, Benny coughs awkwardly beside him.

"What?" Dean snaps, angry that his friend is interrupting.

"Dean- I don't think you should be doin' this."

Dean scoffs, letting the guy suck at his neck as he speaks to Benny, "Dude- you're the one who said I had to start droppin' my panties. Shut up and be happy that I'm listening."

Benny shakes his head, "Dean-"

"Drop it. You're nothin' but a hypocrite if you're gonna scold me, so don't and save yourself the trouble."

The beta (still thinks he's late on presenting) gets up with a grunt, leaving Dean to go fade into the sea of people. The omega lets out a small sound from his throat, smoke lying heavily in the air as the alpha sucks marks all into his skin.

"I'm sorry, but you have to stop if you're going to-"

Dean looks up, coming face to face with dilated cobalt irises.

"Dean?"

The alpha pulls back to growl, but is silenced as a snarl escapes from Castiel and makes him walk off like a dog with its tail in between its legs. Castiel sighs, sitting down on the couch near Dean and raising a brow.

"Never thought I'd see you here. I thought parties weren't really your thing."

"They aren't." Castiel says simply, looking towards the crowd, "But I seem to keep finding myself in one no matter how hard I try to avoid them. I thought you weren't into being part of the party, either, Dean."

The omega laughs, it sounds off like the haze next to lightbulbs and lighters, "I told you, I wanted to know what it was like. I'm still curious about a lot of things."

"Such as? Castiel raises a brow, accusing Dean of something silently.

"I dunno- I mean, I'm already high right now, so... Sex, I think? Drinking is so far gone at this point- I just haven't done anythin' with someone yet."

Castiel shakes his head, "This really isn't what I thought you'd do. You seemed more like the wallflower of the party- the person at a distance. You used to observe from afar, Dean. You didn't jump right into the storm."

Dean shakes his head, the movement tricky on his eyes, "Stop with all those big, complex metaphors, Cas. Makes my head hurt..."

"Cas?"

"It's a nickname..." Dean blinks, head starting to pound, "The actual one is just long and drawn out like some line at a Taco Bell... Hey- you wanna get some nachos?"

Cas shakes his head, "Dean- no. Come on, I'm getting you out of here before you manage to mess yourself up further."

Dean holds back his growl as Cas plucks him off of the couch like a rag doll, dragging the omega out of the smoke-laden room and into the hallway of the mansion the party is currently infecting.

"I can go home on my own, you know..." Dean pouts, dragging his feet against the carpet like a stubborn child, "You don't have to baby me-"

"I'm not babying you. Let me at least get you into a room before you hurt yourself or worse."

Dean grunts as he gives in to the alpha's words. The noise and people drift away, a few couples here and there either making out or smoking something that tickles Dean's nose. All the while, Cas is head strong in getting Dean away from the party as best as he can.

"Here." Cas opens a room, it being gently lit with a few scented candles and the curtains blowing with evening wind sounding in the room around them, "I'm going to go get a few things and I'll be back. Don't touch or do anything."

As Cas shuts the door, Dean hears some comment along 'need Gabe' before he's officially alone. The omega stumbles across the plush carpet to the small balcony. The moon is starting to hover in the sky, full and bright over the water of the nearby fish-stocked lake. He scents the air, finding traces of all sorts of fun things in that air as he giggles to himself.

If Bobby and Ellen knew... Whew- Dean's gonna be fucking disowned.

"Whoops..." he mutters, opening the small glass doors to go out into the small space.

Dean stares at the moon, its shadows and highlights- the crests of its craters. It's gorgeous, able to light up the sky like a sun even though it isn't one at all. Dean's hand outstretches to it- wondering if it would taste like cream or feel like fresh plucked cotton on his fingertips. Would it smell like milk or linen? Sound like white noise or condense around him like a thick fog?

Dean slowly, feet slipping off of the stone as he struggles to even move forward correctly, gets up onto the front of railing. He wants to touch the moon- he needs to get to it.

Can he fly over it like the cow in the nursery rhyme? See the fork and the spoon off onto their journey?

"Dean!"

The omega is about to see if he can become the next Neil Armstrong when he feels someone yank him back roughly. He falls against the floor with a thump, breath rushing out of his lungs as a form lays heavily on top of him. It pins his arms to the carpet as Dean tries to fight free, eyes closed in fear of seeing something that might terrify him.

"Are you an idiot, Dean!? What in the fuck do you think you were trying to do!? Why in the hell were you on that railing!?"

Dean keeps his eyes lowered from the angry alpha on top of him, completely submissive as he answers quietly like a scolded child, "I- ... I wanted to reach the moon..."

"You aren't an astronaut, Dean... You wouldn't have taken off like a shooting star- " the voice murmurs, "you would have fallen like a meteor."

Dean blacks out after that.

...

"Cas- how long has this drunken or drugged meeting thing been going on?" Dean asks, leaning against the counter, "And why is it- that your brother is always throwing the party?"

"I believe it's because since you loved to go to those kind of things, Gabe's over the top fiasco stunts were just you're kind of thing. You did the rest of that on your own."

Dean shakes his head, "So, all of these past four years we've been... slowly dancing around each other? Whether we knew it or not?"

Cas nods, "It seems so, Dean..."

"Huh."

...

Sophomore year- one of the biggest parties ever is going on as Dean is rolling with the beat of the music. Benny is with him again, but this time- his new friends Jo and Ash have come along to check out what a Novak party was like.

"This shit is insane!" Jo screams, a smile plastering her face, "My mom's gonna kill me when she finds out!"

"Not when, Jo-" Ash throws an arm around her shoulder, beer bottle hung in between lazy fingers, "if, she finds out."

"I didn't even think of that!"

Dean grunts. He may love these two idiots to death, but they've got to stop being so... Dean doesn't know what to call it anymore.

"I'm going to go hit up the makeshift bar- want anything!?"

They all shake their heads.

Dean goes up and gets himself whatever is getting served. He throws it back, his favorite song blasting out over the speakers as he downs another shot.

"Hey-" the dude serving drinks pokes his shoulder, "I'll give you fifty bucks to take this pill. You in?"

Dean looks down, knows that the money he spent on getting here was supposed to go towards school, fuck he's an awful person- "Sure."

Dean swallows it with another shot, "What was that, anyway?"

The guy forks over the money, "Roofie, I think. It's meant for betas- but we didn't know what it'd do to an omega so, we were curious."

"So I'm a guinea pig?"

"You're the one who took the pill, dude. Not me."

Dean rolls his eyes and walks away. Not his first rodeo, but okay. A few minutes after, Dean's sitting on the couch, feeling his skin crawl against him as sweat rolls over his forehead.

"D-Dean?"

Dean looks up, eyes having to refocus, "C-Cas, hey dude..."

"Oh my god- what happened!?" he rushes over, grabbing onto Dean.

"I took a pill for f-fifty bucks... I know- classy, right?"

Cas growls, "Dean- that's not the point. You need to think about this kind of shit before you fuck things up."

Dean looks away, "You're angry with me-"

"Damn straight I'm angry with you! Are you trying to get yourself killed- or worse?! Dean- every single time my brother throws a party, you're always here and always high or drunk... I'm worried..."

Dean scoffs, stomach coiling, "Dude- cut that bullshit out. We barely know each other."

The sentence makes Cas go rigid, a low growl boiling in his chest and brimming at his lips. The omega stiffens against his chest, going slightly lax whenever Cas maneuver him in fear of pissing him off.

"You don't need to act like jello around me, Dean."

"Then don't a-act like you're about to murder me, asshat."

Cas growls again and Dean just goes limp.

The alpha groans, "Come on, Dean. Stop."

They reach a room, Cas dropping Dean onto the mattress while he shuts the door softly. Dean watches carefully as Cas comes over, lingering slightly until he sits on the edge of the bed, back facing Dean. The omega staring at his shoulder blades popping out through the navy tee he's wearing.

"I don't understand, Dean... I thought you were going to stop doing this..."

Dean moves a little, still under the effects of the roofie as the ceiling slightly spins above him, "Why did you assume that, Cas?"

"You don't remember what you did last time, Dean? The balcony edge? Flying to the moon?" Cas hisses out, "You nearly fucking jumped, Dean! You almost killed yourself because you were being an idiot!"

"Well- I'm sorry that happened, Cas. Now, could you please leave me alone- I think this pill or whatever is going to make me horny and I'd like to have some alone time."

Cas looks over his shoulder, "While normally I would agree, with what happened last time- I'm not leaving. I'm not nearly losing you again, Dean. Not like that. Pull your shit together."

"But Cas-" Dean whines, flailing on the bed, "come on- let me just get this pressure off, please!"

Cas sighs, getting up, "I'm going to ask my brother for a few things- and if you move from this bed-" Cas looks up, growling, "I swear I will throw you back on it."

It's meant to be threatening, but all it does is make Dean even hornier. He goes under the sheets, writhing as Cas stares for a moment. He leaves as Dean begins to throw his clothes off. The omega has done this kind of stuff before- who hasn't. His fingers are veterans and he knows what to do.

"Fuck-" he hisses out, thankful that most people are too busy partying to care or barge in-

"Dean I'm-" Cas nearly falls over when he notices what Dean is doing, "Dean!"

The omega doesn't care, he's too far gone now, "Shut up, Cas! I don't give a fuck right now!"

"Really?! I'd rather have you doing that fucking moon bullshit rather than this rodeo thing! Fuck!"

Dean lets out a moan and grinds down harder.

"Seriously- stop. You're grossing me out."

"I'll rip off these sheets if you don't shut up."

Cas rolls his eyes, "Whatever, Dean. Here- stuff from my brother. He says it's supposed to help with the... urges."

Dean just shakes his head, "No- those never work..."

"What do you expect me to do, Dean!? Magically make the symptoms go away?"

"No, but you can leave-" Dean can't help but gasp, his hand hurting, "Cas- this isn't working- this isn't working!"

Cas seems out of place, standing there awkwardly, "What do you want me to do?"

"I need-" Dean bites his lip for a second, "I need you to replace my hand."

"That would require amputation-"

Dean growls, "Not like that, idiot. Stand in for it- Cas, I need you to substitute for me."

The alpha swallows audibly.

"I think I can find someone who can help you-"

Dean just faceplants into the pillow as Cas exits the room.

...

"You're a pansy- you know, that, right?" Dean scolds as Cas finishes the story, "I was asking for you, and you walked away."

"You were also drugged, Dean. I wasn't going to take advantage of you like that. I never would- unless I'm not in the best of states myself."

Dean smiles, "Which is one thing I can say I love about you."

Cas intertwines their fingers again, "Promise me something, Dean."

"Shoot."

"After the baby is born... Do you think... Do you think that maybe we could have sex? Sober- for once?"

Dean laughs, grinning from ear to ear, "If I'll ever let you touch me in that way again after this thing pops out, then yeah. Sure. It'd be nice to get to remember it for once."

They both chuckle at the joke.