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Sunday morning found Dean and his younger brother, Sam going through their closets. It was an annual tradition for the two siblings to donate clothes they no longer wore to the Salvation Army before the start of the new school year. Dean felt sad as he threw his faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt inside a cardboard box. In no time, he filled up the box with cargo shorts, old jeans, a few shirts and three pairs of sneakers; he'd grown out of wearing. Sammy knocked on his bedroom door. "Ready?"

Dean nodded and carried out his box. He chuckled when his eyes landed on the three boxes stuffed with Sam's clothes. The Sasquatch could no longer wear them due to his recent three inch growth spurt. "Let's rock, Jolly Green. We'll have a late breakfast at the Waffle House."

Later that evening, Dean and Lisa went on a movie date. Afterwards, he drove them to an isolated beach area. Hardly anyone was in the proximity. Tourist season just ended and it was close to ten pm. Dean decided tonight would be the night he lost his v-card. Last year he came close to having sex for the first time with Cassie Robinson, who graduated earlier this year. As things between the two of them got heated in the backseat of the Impala, Dean was struck with painful stomach pain. He drove Cassie home and as soon as he arrived at Chez Winchester, Dean hauled ass to toilet. The Neptune salad he ate for dinner that evening struck him like a nuclear bomb.

Tonight he would woo Lisa and finally do it. The couple walked hand in hand to an isolated area behind large rocks; their bare feet sinking into the sand leaving prints along the way. The bright full moon illuminated their path. Dean set up a sky blue quilt over a dry area of sand. He pulled Lisa down gently after sitting himself down. She sat on his lap and started nuzzling his neck. Dean placed his bronzed hands inside the girl's lavender shirt. His fingers trailed down her smooth back. He felt Lisa's skin prickle. She licked the side of his neck.

Dean closed his eyes. Something was fucking wrong! He was not getting excited. He unclasped her lace bra. Dean cupped one of her C-Cup breasts. He tweaked the dusky nipple. Lisa moaned immediately. The girl bit the juncture between Dean's shoulder and neck. Lisa unzipped Dean's cargo pants and palmed his limp dick. Her brows furrowed. Lisa's lips covered his. The two teens made out as Lisa stroked Dean's shaft.

Dean was freaking out big time. His cock was not twitching at all. Shit he better get it up pronto! Lisa was the school's biggest gossip. Tomorrow was the first day of school and before two thirty pm, the entire student population would know about his current dire predicament. Dean sweated profusely. He kissed Lisa passionately. Dean started thinking about two of his favorite centerfolds from Busty Asian Beauties and his favorite actress, Scarlett Johansson. He pictured the latter completely nude masturbating. That was an image that he used frequently during his own masturbation sessions. His dick remained limp.

Lisa ceased kissing him and removed her hand from within his briefs. She stood up and smoothed her wrinkled skirt. Dean started to thinking of different excuses. "Lisa, I'm stressing over senior year. My parents are pressuring me to choose an out of state university."

The girl laughed. "Yeah, tell yourself that."

Dean rose and glared at the spoiled bitch. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're gay, Dean. I mean come on…no one in their right mind would turn me down. Any other boy at school would've been fucking me into the sand ten minutes ago."

"What the fuck?! I'm not gay! Maybe you're not as hot as you think you are. My dick couldn't get up because your being a world class bitch turns me off!" He grabbed the quilt and folded it before walking away.

"Dean Winchester, where do you think you're going?!" Lisa jogged after him.

Dean turned around. "And another thing, princess…don't you dare tell a soul about what happened or didn't happen here tonight."

"You can't tell me what to do," Lisa vehemently stated. She crossed her arms across her ample chest. Her boobs were also part of her sweet sixteen plastic surgery package.

Dean evilly smirked. "You breathe a word of this to anyone…I will tell your daddy how you lost your virginity." Lisa's mouth remained opened. Ruby Cortese confided in Dean while she was plastered at an end of the school year party that Lisa had been in the middle of an Alistair and Crowley sandwich. Mr. Braeden would blow a gasket if he ever were to find out his darling princess was into ménage a trois.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me, bitch," Dean opened the Impala's trunk and tossed the quilt inside. He drove the irate girl home. Lisa slammed the passenger door hard on her way out. As Dean drove to his house, he thought to himself this was the best thing to happen to him in a while. He was worried though about not getting a boner tonight. He shrugged his shoulders and turned the stereo's volume up. Dean sang along to "Ramble On".

The following morning, Castiel was dreading having to leave the trailer park on the two seat bicycle. Gabriel was actually looking forward to it. Amelia prepared a pancake breakfast for her three sons. Alfie was anxious about starting the first grade. Bobby rushed his youngest since he was driving him to the elementary school. As Amelia washed the dishes, she reminded Gabe and Cas to show their free lunch cards at the cafeteria.

The weather was mild at 74 degrees. So by the time, the Singer siblings rode to the white two story building, they were not sweating or tired. Right before getting off in the bicycle section, Alistair, Crowley and Gordon the "unholy trio" started cackling at them. "Hi there, Kermit and Miss Piggy!" Crowley screamed at the top of his lungs.

Castiel locked the bike's chain against the fence. "Nice wheels, loser," Crowley continued with his taunting.

"How original, Cartman."

Crowley grinned and strolled menacingly towards the blue eyed teen. "What did you call me?"

Castiel moved closer. He crouched down a little. His nose almost touched Crowley's. "You heard me. I called you Cartman…as in Eric Cartman from South Park. The two of you are identical twins; especially when it comes down to your annoying as hell personalities."

A crowd of over a dozen students surrounded the two boys. "It seems you forgot, who rules the school, Singer." Crowley shoved Castiel hard causing the taller teen to slightly loose his balance.

Castiel growled and grabbed Crowley by his Polo shirt's collar. He pushed the annoying teen against the wall. "You can mess with me all you want but stay away from my brother. Capisce?" Cas bared his white straight teeth at the short bully. Crowley nodded. "Now apologize to Gabriel."

Crowley rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Gabriel swallowed hard. He hadn't seen his older brother this pissed in ages. Castiel let Crowley go. He motioned for his younger brother to walk with him. "That was incredible, Cassie," Gabriel whispered.

"No one messes with my family."

Meanwhile, Crowley was ripping a new asshole on Alistair and Gordon. "Why the fuck did you two dicks not stand up for me?"

"It was so much fun watching from the sidelines," Alistair responded.

"Who knew Castiel Singer had a pair after all?" Gordon said as he walked inside the main building.

Crowley yelled fuck you at the top of his lungs before heading to his vintage Cadillac. He needed a blunt right now. Castiel will pay eventually. How dare that hobo humiliate him in front of his peers?

Lisa and Dean shared Algebra II for fourth period. She ignored him and sat as far away from Dean as possible. Lunch came around. Dean usually ate lunch with his friends but today he wasn't in a mood for their company. Sam and his girlfriend, Jess joined him at the cafeteria. The young couple was going on about their cool French teacher. Dean's attention was caught by a disheveled head of hair. Castiel Singer was in line to get his lunch along with his kid brother.

A gangly kid who resembled Pinocchio was talking animatedly with the two brothers. He waved his hands awkwardly in the air. Gabriel was cracking up and Castiel half smiled. Dean grinned to himself. What was it about Castiel Singer that always put a smile on his face? Suddenly, a senior, who shared Auto Shop with Dean last year quietly approached Castiel from behind. The teen placed a finger over his mouth, signaling the younger boys to keep silent. Dean was racking his head trying to remember the boy's name. It was something French. Benny Lafitte…that was the dude's name!

Benny covered Castiel's eyes with his hands. Cas rapidly turned and gave a bona fide smile to Lafitte. The two boys hugged tightly. Dean's eyes practically bugged out. Benny and Castiel kissed each other lightly on the lips. What the fuck?! "Earth to Dean…hello are you in there?" Sam waved a hand in front of his brother's face.

Dean blinked. "I didn't know Benny from Auto Shop batted for the other team."

Sam and Jess simultaneously stared at the lunch line. "Dude, that's yesterday's news. He's labeled himself pansexual."

"So he's dating the Singer guy?" Dean twitched on his seat.

"They're FWBs," Jess answered.

Dean crumbled his napkin into a ball. Was he feeling jealous? What the hell was going on with him? "Good for them"

Benny picked up Cas later that afternoon in his uncle's old Bronco. Castiel needed to buy school clothes at the Salvation Army store. Benny was telling Cas about his summer vacation in his hometown of New Orleans. His grandma taught him how to make a wicked pot of gumbo. "You have to make some for me," Cas said to him.

Benny trailed after him as Castiel headed to the men's shirts section. He didn't want to sound snobby but most of the clothes were for senior citizens. Benny tossed a flowered monstrosity at him. "Gross that looks like if someone vomited all over the damn thing."

"Come on, the blue vomit will make your pretty eyes pop," Benny said as he batted his lashes at his best friend. Cas flipped him the bird.

"Eureka I found something!" Castiel smiled triumphantly as he held a Led Zeppelin shirt. It was a bit faded but he didn't care. Led Zeppelin was his all-time favorite band. The shirt was medium just his size. "I'm so taking this one."

When it came time to pay at the front counter, Castiel was content with his entire purchase. He bought two band t-shirts, a Quicksilver shirt, a pair of Levis, cargo shorts and two pairs of sneakers for twenty bucks. God bless the Salvation Army and the generous people, who donated their clothes to them instead of throwing them away.

By the time, the two teens arrived at the trailer park; it was close to ten pm. The parking lot was silent and devoid of life. Benny turned off the engine. Castiel scooted closer to his friend and initiated a kiss. "I missed you," he whispered in Benny's ear.

"Me, too, beautiful"

Their kissing got more heated. Castiel jerked Benny off until the teen jizzed in his hand. Cas licked the cum from the palm of his hand and long fingers. Benny kissed him hungrily. All of a sudden, Castiel felt as if he couldn't breathe and started to panic. A migraine attacked him full force.

Benny let him go. "What's going on?"

Cas turned pale as a ghost and didn't speak. His eyes were glassy. Benny waved a hand frantically in front of his friend. "Cas, you're scaring me! I'm going to call 911." As the Cajun started dialing for help, Castiel exhaled heavily and stopped him.

"I'm ok…promise." He caught his breath. "I've been getting migraines recently but I know its stress related. I must have had an episode right now."

"It looked to me more than a migraine," Benny added. "Maybe you're developing epilepsy. I have a cousin who fades out during his seizures. There are different forms of epilepsy." He slid an arm across Cas' shoulder. "Are you sure you're alright? I can take you to the clinic?"

Castiel shook his head. "I didn't fade out. It was as if I was seeing through someone else's eyes. For a moment I felt the sensation I was drowning." He went on to tell Benny about the vivid nightmare he had recently.

"Well you can count on me for anything."

Castiel kissed him on the cheek. "I know. See you tomorrow, sexy."

The following two weeks flew by in a blur. It was the annual seniors' bonfire. Benny dragged Castiel, who was experiencing migraines on a regular basis. He wasn't in a mood to hang with a bunch of unruly teens. The two boys sat with Jo Harvelle and Balthazar Wesson. The quartet drank beer. Jo sat on Balthy's lap. The two of them recently started dating. "Has anyone seen Daphne? She was supposed to come with us." Jo asked as her cinnamon eyes scanned the forest area for her friend.

"She is probably on a date with that mysterious college guy she started dating," Benny responded.

Jo called Daphne's cell but received a busy signal. She found it odd. It would have gone to voicemail if Daphne didn't answer. "She'll eventually show up."

"You worry too much, sweetheart," Balthy said. He kissed the tip of Jo's nose and led her away to be closer to the bonfire.

Castiel and Benny remained sitting on a fallen log. The Cajun traced circles over Castiel's lower back. Cas literally purred. At least the migraine was gone. His skin prickled. At first he thought it was due to Benny but then Dean Winchester crossed his line of vision. The two of them stared at each other. Castiel felt a bolt of electricity run through his entire body. He could've sworn he read the same reaction on the green eyed boy. Castiel licked his lips nervously.

He told Benny he was going to get them more beer. Castiel stood up. He dropped the empty beer bottles on the ground. One of his hands covered the right side of his neck. Cas felt intense pain emanating from there. He screamed before having trouble breathing. Castiel's eyes rolled back right before he fell on the grass. For the first time in his seventeen years of life, Castiel Singer suffered a seizure.

Don't worry beautiful readers Castiel is not ill. Everything will be revealed soon. Thanks for reading!