A/N- So yay, here's chapter two. Sorry if it's moving quicker than people would like but that's just how it came out when I started writing it. Now that they're 'together' or whatever it is they are right now I can get more into them and leave most of the other stuff alone.

I'm aiming to post the next chapter on Wednesday or Thursday (because I'm sure I'll need some happy Dean/Cas after the new episode) but don't kill me if it's not up until the weekend. Sorry if this sucks, I only pretend to know what I'm doing~

"I'm so hungry," Dean moaned as he stared at the clock in their environmental class.

"You only have to wait thirty more minutes, Dean." Castiel was frowning as he tried to take down the notes on the board and have the pointless conversation with his…acquaintance. He didn't know why he offered to help the kid, Cas was invisible to the rest of this school, and he enjoyed being invisible. No one bothered him, well, except for his childish siblings.

"So, not to be rude or anything," Dean started and Cas rolled his eyes; already knowing what the question was, and surprised it had taken a week and a half of knowing each other before Dean asked.

"My parents are quite religious; Castiel is the name of an angel. My siblings have similar names." He replied before he asked and felt, rather than saw, Dean's eyebrows rise before nodding slowly.

"Fuck, I'm starving." That brought out a small chuckle from Cas, and Dean granted him another one of those breath-taking smiles. Without looking, he dug into his backpack until his fingers closed around the mars bar he had grabbed this morning, placing it on Dean's desk. "Dude, you are so my new best friend." Cas froze slightly, blinking a few times.

"Really?" He finally looked over at Dean, a confused look gracing his face.

"Yeah, man. I could use a friend around here and you're the only one awesome enough for the job." Dean replied around a bite of the candy bar and Cas smiled slightly, not quite sure if his new friend was joking, before quickly returning to his notes.

"So, you going to the football game this weekend?" Dean asked as they sat down to eat their lunches.

"I don't normally, why?" Cas slowly chewed his food; normally he tried to avoid the games.

"I'm taking my little brother to it; we generally go to as many games as we can, since we move around a lot it gives him something normal, you know? But anyway, I figured we could hang out after if you were going to."

"That's sweet, I would, but I don't have a ride."

"I could give you a lift," Dean replied after swallowing a huge bite of his cheeseburger.

"Ah…yeah it wouldn't be so good if came by my house. My brothers…well things are complicated and…" Cas trailed off, cheeks burning bright red.

"You could always just come back to my house until the game; I could drop you off at home after." Normally, Dean would've never made that offer, but the words slipped past his mouth before he could stop them. Bobby was going to kill him, if his dad didn't manage to do it first.

"That…would work. Thanks, Dean." The smile that Dean received from Cas, right before he got up to get them sodas, would make anything Bobby was going to do him later worth it.

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered to himself and resisted the urge to slam his head against the table; they were really going to kill him.

"You said what!" Bobby exclaimed as Dean explained his situation in the garage. "Do you have a death wish, boy? Your dad's going to go ballistic."

"It just slipped out, I'm sorry, alright!"

"Balls," Bobby sighed and fixed his hat. "Fine, alright we'll just keep him away from your dad." Dean raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You can bring him out here and work on the impala, your dad isn't going to be going anywhere near this garage for a few months."

"Alright, yeah; I can bring him out with me while I work on baby."

"You really need to stop calling it that Dean, it's unhealthy." Dean rolled his eyes as Bobby walked off.

"Sammy, you can distract dad on Friday right?" Sam sighed, not bothering to look up from his notebook and nodded.

"You must really like that kid, Dean. You never screw up that bad. I mean can you imagine if Bobby had a demon down in the basement and he found it?" Dean decidedly ignored the 'like' comment and frowned.

"Yeah, well he won't if you just stay out of it and distract dad!" Dean snapped, leaning back against one the many cars. They stayed silent for a few minutes, Dean angry with himself more than anything else, and Sam not quite sure what to do.

"Jerk," he offered in a small voice. Dean sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Bitch."

"So, I usually work on my car after school, if that's okay with you. There's a bathroom and mini fridge and stuff out in the garage so we should have everything we need." Cas nodded at him as they walked to the parking lot.

"That sounds fine; it would be interesting to learn a little about cars."

"Well you'd be learning from the right person then." Dean grinned, but only quickly as he saw Sam leaning against the car. "Cas this is Sammy, my little brother; Sammy, this is Cas."

"It's Sam, actually. Nice to meet you," Sam held out his hand while Dean unlocked the car. Cas slid in the back and Sam took his normal place on the passenger side.

"How do you like it here, Sam?"

"It's pretty cool," Sam twisted in his seat and smiled at Cas, who noted how, like Dean's, Sam's smile gave Cas the lightest feeling and forced him to return it. "I wish I could finish out school here, the classes are awesome." Dean winced and refused to look at Sam, knowing that his expression would flatten his heart like an 18-wheeler had driven over it.

"Well, maybe you can, you never know with the military." Cas replied, offering a shrug. Dean had told Cas that his dad was a marine, which was technically true, and that he had been stationed in South Dakota.

"Maybe," Sam gave him a small smile that clearly said 'that will never happen' and turned to glance at Dean. "So what's your favorite subject? Mines government, I think I wanna become a lawyer."

"I like art and English the best, I'm not sure what I want to do yet, maybe a teacher; you're lucky to know already. I'm sure you would make a great lawyer." Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he pulled into Bobby's, angry with Sam for bringing the lawyer stuff up; there was no way he couldn't know how much it hurt Dean to think of Sam leaving them.

"Right, well Sam go do your homework or you'll never get into your precious law school. Cas, the garage is this way." Dean slammed the car door, stalking off without glancing back.

"Don't worry about him; he gets annoyed when I talk about going to college." Sam sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Why on earth would that annoy him?" They both climbed out of the car.

"It's complicated, but neither of us will end up going to school most likely. Although I'm going to try my hardest to get a scholarship; I'm aiming for Stanford I think."

"Stanford would be lucky to have you," Sam grinned at him before pulling on his backpack and running into the house.

"Dean?" Cas called out, setting his bag down, thoroughly confused as to where Dean was exactly. He jumped as he slid out from underneath what Cas could only suppose to be his car.

"Sorry about that back there," Dean mumbled, wiping some grease off his hands and sitting up. "Want a drink?" He didn't wait for an answer as he got up and grabbed two waters. "This is my baby; well my dad's baby but she'll be my car someday." He gestured to the crumpled impala.

"What the hell happened to it-her?"

"Car accident, some truck hit us on the way here. That's kind of why we're out here today, my dad's still recovering and I don't think he'd take too well to visitors."

"Wow, okay. Well what do you want me to do?"

They worked for three hours on the car until Dean decided he was too hungry to continue and called Sam out so they could grab a bite to eat before heading to the game.

"I'm gonna grab some nachos, you want something?" Sam shook his head and Dean stood from his seat in the bleachers, maneuvering down the steps.

"I'll come with you!" Cas had to yell because one of the teams just scored a touchdown. Dean grinned at him as they stood in line.

"Having fun?" Cas nodded back at him, returning the grin.

"A lot, thanks for asking me to come." The wind kicked up, making Cas's nose and cheeks bright red, and making it very hard for Dean not to drag him behind the bleachers that very minute.

"Listen, Cas, you maybe wanna hang out tomorrow or Sunday? You know, without Sammy." Dean chest felt like it was caving in, as Cas's face seemed to freeze in terror. "I mean, it could-"

"Yes, yes, that would be lovely."

"Oh," Dean grinned at him again, "right. Awesome."

"Awesome." Cas confirmed and then motioned for him to move up a space in the line right before everyone from their school erupted into screams as they got another touchdown.

"Oh shit," Cas breathed as they all got into the car, "Dean, I'm really sorry but I left my bag in the garage, it has my glasses in it otherwise I wouldn't ask."

"No problem, I'll just bring Sammy home first and then we can head over to your house." Dean smiled at him through the rearview mirror, ignoring the fact that his heart started beating faster at the thought of being alone in the car with Cas.

"It's Sam," Dean rolled his eyes and punched his brother in the arm before starting the car and heading back to Bobby's.

"Alright, get inside and make sure dad's okay; Cas, do you need me to come with you?"

"No I'm okay; it was nice meeting you, Sam."

"You too, Cas." They both climbed out of the car and went off in opposite directions while Dean fiddled with the radio before landing on Zeppelin and grinning.

"You like Led Zeppelin?" Cas threw his bag in the back and climbed into the front seat next to Dean.

"What's wrong with liking Zeppelin?" Dean glanced at Cas incredulously.

"Nothing," Cas laughed and shook his head, "I just didn't picture you listening to him."

"Well what did you have me pegged for?"

"I don't know…maybe NSYNC?" Cas tried, and failed, to say it without cracking up but the look Dean shot him set him off.

"I'm gonna kick your ass, Cas," Cas just cackled more and held his hands up in defeat.

"Alright, I apologize; you totally seem like a Zeppelin dude." Dean finally cracked a smile and shoved him into the door. "Turn left up here and then you can just park there, it's probably best if we don't pull up outside my house."

"What, afraid I'm gonna sneak into your room in the middle of the night with a rusty knife?" Cas gave him a soft smile and shook his head, not bothering to reply. Dean pulled over and put the car in park. "Well…fuck it." He slid across the seat and in a nanosecond had Cas pressed up against the window before remembering they had technically met only a couple weeks ago. "Is this okay?" Cas's breath was hot against his mouth and as soon as his tongue darted out to lick his lips, Dean crushed their mouths together, melding their bodies together. Cas brought his hand up, gripping Dean's hair and pulling him closer, if that was possible; he would deny the whimper that was pulled out of him as Dean nipped at his bottom lip. He gasped as Dean moved his lips to mouth along his jaw line before sucking and biting at his neck, just below his ear.

"Fuck," Cas gasped, he gripped Dean's hair tighter and pulled his face back up to press their lips together again. Something shifted and suddenly it was all teeth clashing, moaning and hips bucking together in the car, very few coherent words slipping out as they gripped tight to each other. Dean let out a whimper of his own as Cas brought his hand down to the crotch of his pants.

"Shit!" Cas pushed him off roughly and slid down so his head was hidden as a car drove by.

"What, what is it? Did I do something?" It took all of Dean's willpower not to crawl back on top of Cas, especially with his shirt moved so half of his stomach was visible; his hips literally making Dean feel like he was going insane with lust.

"No, no, no," Cas breathed and pushed himself back up to caress Dean's cheek. "It's just, the people in my neighborhood, if they see us they'll tell my family and well…my brother's would give us both hell and I don't want to put you through that." Dean closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into Cas's hand.

"I wouldn't mind, I could probably kick their ass if I needed to." Cas cracked a smile at that and kissed him quickly.

"But I would, they've ruined enough for me already. I should go, I'll see you Sunday?" Dean smiled back and nodded, unable to not lean in for one more kiss before letting him get out of the car.

"Son of a bitch," it came out as a sigh as he noticed his bruised lips and messed up hair in the rearview mirror.

Dean made it inside, able to avoid his dad and Bobby who were already passed out, but Sam caught him as he was changing into his pajamas.

"Hey, so I was thinking…" Dean quickly turned around and finished pulling his shirt down, hoping that Sam just had not expected to walk in on him shirtless. "Seems like you and Cas had a good drive."

"Damn it, Sammy, don't, okay? Just don't, please." Dean finally turned around and wanted to slap the grin Sam had on his face clean off.

"You know it's okay, Dean. Being bisexual isn't a crime-"

"Shut up, Sam! I'm not-I don't-just shut the hell up, okay?" Sam just let out a tiny laugh and shook his head.

"I won't tell anyone, I never do, and you know that. I'm here if you want to talk." Dean sighed as Sam closed his door.

"Sammy, get your ass back in here!" Dean slipped in to bed as his little brother came back, eyebrows raised before seeing Dean, shutting the light off and climbed in, curling into a ball by Dean's side. They didn't really do this anymore, not since Sam had started seventh grade and things stopped being as bad, but he knew Dean needed him and also knew he would never talk about it.

"Cas and I are hanging out on Sunday." It was so quiet that Sam barely heard.

"That's good, I like Cas; he's really nice."

"Yeah," Sam smiled as Dean sighed and moved a little closer before relaxing and falling asleep immediately.