Author's Note: Hey guys so I know it took forever but here it is. I'll try and update soon. It seems I've found a new motivation to write so yeah haha. Any feedback would be great. Enjoy!

The world had a funny way of working. For the next two weeks Dean and Castiel were practically inseparable, and with each moment Castiel was falling harder for the other man.

One day, two weeks after their first meeting, Castiel and Dean were sitting in their hideout in the woods when a question came to Castiel. "Dean, may I ask you a question," Castiel asked, swinging slowly on the swing set.

"Shoot," Dean replied, staring at Castiel who was looking at the forest floor.

"Why are you friends with me? We have nothing particularly in common and I've been told I'm not the best company-"

"First of all," Dean started, "Who the fuck told you that? Because I swear I will kick there ass and secondly," Dean paused. "I like you because you're different." Dean looked very uncomfortable, like he was saying something, but had something else on his mind.

"Different how?"

"I dunno, Cas. Just different," Dean stated, ending the conversation before it ever really started. "Are you hungry?"

"I suppose," Castiel replied, not sure how he felt about Dean's response. However vague the answer, he was glad that he even had Dean as a friend. They walked out of their hideout side-by-side, Castiel storing Dean's answer in his head to analyze later.

They made their way around the school sports fields and snuck into the cafeteria's side entrance. They were greeted by the smell of pizza and the dull roar of voices of the student body. Surprisingly without any interruptions, they went over to the food line, purchased their lunch, and looked around for an empty table.

They were interrupted when a short, mop-headed boy approached them. "Hey Dean."

"Heya Sammy," Dean replied, ruffling the boy's hair. Sam gave Dean his best bitchface and looked away from Dean to Castiel.

"Hi, I'm Sam," Sam started, reaching out his hand to Castiel. Castiel hesitantly took it, and shook Sam's hand.

"Castiel. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sam. Dean has told me a lot about you."

"Oh, really?" With a smug face, Sam eyed Dean.

"Bitch."

"Jerk. Anyway, do you want to sit with me? We have room if you want." Dean looked at Cas, asking what he wanted without having to verbally.

"We would love to," Castiel replied, a small smile on his lips. Dean and Castiel followed Sam to his table where there sat a girl with long blonde hair and a boy with his face almost nose-down in a notebook, writing profusely.

"Hey guys, this is my brother Dean and his friend Castiel," Sam told his friends at the table. "Dean, Castiel, this is Jessica and this is Chuck."

"Hi Dean, It's so nice to meet you. Sam talks about you all the time. And it's nice to meet you too, Cas. And call me Jess; only my mother calls me Jessica."

Dean and Castiel both said their hellos, Chuck ignoring all of them for the sanctuary of his journal. They all sat around talking of ordinary things; Jess and Sam of their school work and Dean and Cas of their ventures.

Time passed and lunch finally ended, leaving Dean and to their own devices. They snuck out the door through which they came and made their way to the bleachers surrounding the football field.

"Did you ever play sports, Dean?"

Dean glanced at Castiel who was seated closely next to him on the cold, metal bleachers. "Yeah, I used to play baseball when I was a kid but I stopped."

"Why did you stop?"

"I dunno," Dean started, "I guess after my dad left I didn't have a reason to do it anymore. He always pushed for those kinds of things. I guess he wanted to relive his youth through me. Whatever, I never really liked it anyway. You?"

Castiel's only reply was a laugh that lasted about five minutes longer than necessary. When he finally caught his breath, he managed to give a curt no and chuckle some more. Dean's heart swelled at the sound of Castiel's laughter. He couldn't explain what it was but whenever he was around Castiel his heart rate would increase and his hands would sweat and he would always try to make Cas laugh, always.

Castiel turned to Dean and caught him staring. Dean looked away, a rosy tint appearing on his cheeks. Castiel tilted his head in confusion, looking at Dean as if he were a puzzle waiting to be deciphered.

"Dean," Dean turned back to Castiel to discover the younger teen staring at him. "What are you thinking?"

Dean hesitated, not sure how to reply. "I-uh I dunno. Thinking about what to do I guess."

Castiel smiled at dean, small and barely visible, but still present. "How about actually go to class for once, Dean?" Dean barked out a laugh, his eyes full of warmth. Castiel's heart stopped, his mind stopped and before he knew what he was doing he had gripped Dean tight and kissed him hard on the mouth, Dean's lips soft under his own. Castiel was overwhelmed with Dean's scent, his taste, his presence. After some time Castiel's thoughts raised back to him and he broke the kiss abruptly. "D-dean I don't know where that came from I'm sorry I-I don't kno- I have to go."

And with that Castiel grabbed his belongings and ran down the bleachers, leaving Dean to think about what had just happened.

"Dude what is up with you," asked Gabriel from the driver's seat, "You've been ditching me for that kid, which I do not blame you for because Freckles is a hot slice if I do say so myself," Castiel glared at him, "I'm just saying, what happened, coz? I'm worried about you."

Castiel looked at Gabriel, his eyes watery and red-rimmed. "Gabriel, I'm just tired. I want to go home please." Gabriel took a side-long glance at Castiel before he sighed and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot and driving toward home.

Dean was silent on the car ride home, slapping Sam's hand when he reached to turn the radio on. "Dude, what crawled up your ass and died?"

Dean's jaw tightened with the effort it took to ignore Sam. Sam rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the passing scenery thinking how the ride home would be ten times longer than usual.

Dean was lost in thought. Cas had kissed him. Cas had kissed him and all Dean wanted was to go back to that moment and instead of sitting there like a fucking idiot, to kiss him back, to run his hands through that unruly, black hair, to breathe in the scent of him and that scared the fuck out of Dean. Who was he kidding? He wasn't gay, was he? He'd looked at guys before, sure, everyone had that awkward shower-room dick sneak peek. Right? Fuck, what was he thinking? He was Dean Winchester, womanizer extraordinaire. But Cas was intoxicating, not just in the way he smelled like fabric softener and cinnamon, but in the way he bit those full pink lips when he was nervous and when he'd run his hands through his thick hair, making it even messier.

Sam was interrupted by his thoughts by Dean's muttering. Sam looked over at Dean and Dean was so lost in thought that he wasn't paying attention to the road.

"Dean."

No reply.

"DEAN LOOK AT THE FUCKING ROAD!"

Dean snapped out of his reverie in time to see the car stopped in front of him. His foot slammed on the breaks, but it was not enough. His car smashed into the back of the Honda civic in front of them. Dean and Sam jerked against the seatbelts, the airbags blowing out only after the initial jerk of the crash. Dean looked over at Sam to see him unconscious. "Sam? SAMMY!"

Dean unbuckled his seatbelt and ran around the impala, flinging the passenger door open and unbuckling Sam out of the seat, fingering his neck to check for a pulse. "Sam, c'mon Sammy please tell me you're okay. Don't do this to me, Sammy. Please you're all I have." Tears streamed down his face, looking at his unconscious brother in the car. He continued to feel for a pulse, but his fingers were trembling.

People started gathering around the scene, muttering amongst themselves. Dean turned to look at them, only to see Castiel climb out of the car he had crashed into, his forehead bleeding. He looked back to see Dean staring at him. "Please," Dean cried, "Someone call a god damn ambulance."