Castiel was standing on the doorstep of Dean's house, feeling uneasy. He raised a hand, and hesitantly knocked. He had promised to come over, but that didn't mean he was entirely comfortable. He had never been too close to Dean's house and he was worried he would screw it up.

Dean opened the door a short time after Cas's knock.

"Shh... Okay turns out my dad is home, so we have to be quiet."

Cas nodded, and snuck quietly behind Dean.

"Who was it?" A rough voice sounded from the other room.

"They had the wrong address!" Dean called back. They both climbed the stairs quietly. Cas almost tripped until Dean caught him, both of their heads snapping to the living room to see if his father had noticed. The house was silent except for their light breaths.

"Why can't your dad see me?" he whispered, once they were up in his room.

Dean rolled his eyes and they both sat on his bed. "You don't have to whisper. He said no one over today. But whatever."

"I don't want to cause any trouble..." Cas looked down at his hands, embarrassed.

"As long as we're not caught, we're fine."

Dean leaned back, hands behind his head. "So what do you want to do?"

Cas still sat stiff on the side of the bed, unmoving. "I don't know."

"How about a movie, or music or something?"

"Sure." He said, still tense.

"Alright Cas, what's wrong?" Dean propped himself up on one elbow.

He hesitated. "It's just... It feels so weird to be here... I've never really 'hung out' with someone before, especially not at their house..."

"Well if you've done it at your house, even for some stupid party, it's the same. We-"

Dean paused, and grabbed Cas's arm, pushing him into the closet.

"Dean, wha-"

"Shh!" Dean shut the closet door, and jumped onto his bed, turning on the TV.

"Dean." A voice sounded from the other side of the door. The doorknob turned and opened, and through the slits in the white closet door, Cas got his first view of Dean's father.

John Winchester wore a dark suit, and a matching tie. His head and face was covered with dark hair, and his eyes were dark as well. Everything about him was dark, even his personality.

"I'm leaving for work. Don't do anything stupid." He paused. "And study. Soon you'll be taking over the family business, if your brother doesn't take it over first. I don't want to see you grow up stupid."

"Sam? When is he getting back?" He asked excitedly.

"Sometime next week. Are we done now?"

"Yeah. Bye dad!"

Castiel's heart ached for Dean. He knew Dean wanted to do anything but disappoint his father, but watching John now, Cas knew that Dean couldn't even if he sold his soul.

His father left, and Dean leapt off the bed. "Novak? Sorry!" He opened the closet door, and Cas tumbled out.

"Ow..." He rubbed his shoulder blade, which had been crushed against a shelf.

Dean looked worried, so he stood and smiled. "I'm good!"

Dean sighed in relief. "Good. Well, did you hear dad?"

"He's leaving?"

"Yep. You know what that means?"

"Um... What?"

Dean smiled triumphantly. "Let's throw some big party. Dad will probably be back tomorrow afternoon, so we'd have enough time for cleanup if we did it tonight."

Cas's heart skipped a beat. If Dean called over his friends, they would question why he was here, and they would be jerks, just like at school. They'd probably be upset with Dean, too.

"Dean... What if they..."

"What if they what?"

He was silent.

"Cas. The entire school won't be showing up. I'll invite the entire school, but not all of them will show up." Dean smiled, proud for that lame excuse and raised his hand for a high-five. Castiel's hand stayed low, against his side.

"Don't leave me hanging!"

"Dean, I've never been to a party."

His eyebrows rose. "Never? What about study-parties?"

"No..." He blushed, and turned away. Who would go to a party that could lead to drunk, high, and pregnant guests?

Dean laughed. "Well, there's a first for everything. I think dad had beer in the fridge if you wanted to try some. I think it's pretty damn good."

While dean called his friends, Cas excused himself to the restroom. He looked into the mirror. He hadn't been truthful to Dean, which he knew was wrong, but Dean had seemed so excited to have a party. The truth was, Castiel had been to a party similar to the one about to happen. He had been completely humiliated the entire time. That was around the time Joey Lucifer had started to bully him, throwing him against the ground, and continuing with verbal and physical abuse. The day after, Cas had called the police, but they couldn't do anything about it. So he reported Joey for the next crime; drugs and alcohol. Two days after, Joey had been sent to jail, but now he was out, and Joey Lucifer came to every party. Castiel bit his lip as he exited the bathroom, his stomach uneasy.

"Cas! Everyone's getting here at 7! It's 6 now. Want to listen to some Metallica, while we wait?"

Cas nodded, happy through his fear. Only an hour. He was afraid, but he wouldn't ruin Dean's excitement.

Dean was talking animatedly, showing Cas some of the many cassette tapes he had, filled with classic rock albums and singles. Cas smiled, nodded, and tried to have fun, desperately hoping he was wrong. Desperately hoping that Dean's party wouldn't be a bad one. He was a rule follower, and he always knew Dean was a bad one, but he still had hope.

The doorbell reverberated through the house. Both of them sat there, unmoving. Their time was up, and they'd have to go back to acting how they would if they weren't in a relationship. Dean kissed him, savoring the love that ran between them, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Cas..." He smiled, and he grinned back.

"I'll see you during the party." They kissed one more time, then Dean races downstairs to open the door, turning up the radio to blast throughout the house.

Cas stood by the bottom of the stairs, watching the room fill quickly. He pushed through the crowd into the living room, and looked around for anything to do. What was he supposed to do at these things? Especially if there was no one to talk to?

The door was propped open, and Castiel could see people sitting out on the lawn. He pushed towards the door, hoping to get a little personal space. Girls were already taking off their tops, and a few had tried to pick him up. He passed by them effortlessly, uninterested. He really didn't understand why Dean liked these things so much. They were crowded, full of testosterone and hormones, drunken people, and slutty girls.

Castiel made it outside and looked around. A little ways away, Joey Lucifer stood, surrounded by girls and a few of his guy friends. He smiled wickedly as he watched Castiel. His brown-blonde spiky hair, and cold, dark eyes, gave him away immediately.

Cas ucked behind a few people, careful not to look directly at Lucifer, but despite his efforts to remain unseen, they locked eyes.

Cas tried to make himself as small as possible as he snuck around the back of the house. Lucifer excused himself from his group and stepped around to the back of the house, where Cas walked quickly away.

"Castiel Novak. I thought I told you to run."

He spun on his heel, glaring at Lucifer. He knew he wouldn't be able to land a punch, or even a tap on Joey, but he stood confident.

"Go away, Lucifer." He started to slowly back away as Joey approached more quickly.

His head was snapped to the side as a punch collided with his jaw, then tripped on his own feet.

"Do you know how long I spent in the prison, waiting for this?" He placed a foot on Cas's chest.

Joey picked up Cas by the collar of his tee, and punched him again, twice. He pushed Cas onto the ground again, and kicked him in the side of the head.

Castiel shot a leg up at random, and it collided with Joey.

"You little shit!" He shouted, grabbing Cas by the shoulder and lifting him to his feet, only to throw him against the side of the house.

Cas held on to the wall for support as another fist came launching towards the center of his face.

Dean ran back up the stairs. "Cas?" He looked around the house, trying to find his friend. "Cas?" He shouted. He was in the middle of going outside when Nicholas came up behind him. "Wicked party, Dean." He patted him on the shoulder.

Dean only paid half attention. "Sorry Nick, looking for some babes to bounce." He winked at his friend, close to breaking out of the mask, his head screaming for Castiel Novak. He pushed past the crowd, until he ended up outside. He walked around the sides of the house.

Please be here, Cas. What the hell happened?

Cas slid to the ground, his back against the wall. He had left a splash of his blood on the wall, and Lucifer laughed cruelly. "Listen Novak, leave town. Next time, I swear I'll kill you."

Joey walked away, leaving Cas hurt and broken.

Dean rushed around to the back of the house and spotted Cas.

"Cas?" He asked surprised, then spotted Joey. He acted on instinct, tackling him. He grabbed Joey by the arm and flung him onto the street before punching him in the gut. He gave him a black eye as a reminder. "Get the hell out of here!" He shouted, then rushed back to Cas.

"Novak! Cas, are you okay? Talk to me!" He asked frantically.

Cas smiled sadly up at Dean, blood dripping down his face.

"Dean." He said, weakly.

Dean locked lips with Cas, hugging him, tears dripping down his face. "Damn it, damn it, damn it! What do I do?"

He practically threw Cas into the impala, honking his horn to get people out of his way as he sped Cas off towards the hospital. He called Nicholas at the party. "The cops are on their way, get everyone out."

He wasn't about to let them be in his house with him gone.

"Cas. I'm sorry." His eyes were wet. Cas looked over at him. He tried to speak, but it caught in his throat, and his face pounded, the horrible headache spreading across his skull. He looked into the rear-view mirror, examining the damage. He would have gasped if he could have. Half of his face was swollen, his nose looking broken, blood still freshly pouring down his face. He could barely feel the pain, probably because it had gone numb. the front of his shirt was covered in his own blood.

After a while, Castiel began to feel light headed, and ended up passing out.

"Cas. Cas? Cas wake up. Novak!" Dean reached a hand to shake Castiel's shoulder. "Damn it." He mumbled, pressing the gas harder. He didn't turn on the radio like he normally would. Instead, he focused on the road, keeping one hand on Castiel's arm.

Cas woke up, blinding lights all around the ceiling. "Dean?"

A nurse came to him. "You can't receive visitors right now, honey. Your brother is in the waiting room."

"He's not my brother... My boyfriend..."

She dabbed a cotton ball against his face, peroxide or alcohol, by the burning feeling in his cuts, nodding along to what he said. "Cute." she said, and smiled down at him.

Cas looked down, he was still in his clothes, and he sat up. The nurse left, leaving him alone in the cold room.

He looked over to the door as it opened and closed again, and Dean smiled at him. Cas laughed, his voice scratchy and his voice hoarse. Dean sat on the hospital bed beside him. "You alright?"

He nodded, playing with the sheets. "I thought they weren't letting in visitors?"

Dean chuckled. "Since when have I ever listened to someone? I heard nothing was broken. Jut a lot of swelling, bleeding, and bruising."

Cas laughed, and their hands clasped, as they leaned against each other.

"Castiel Novak." Dean said, staring up at the roof. "I'm sorry. I should have just chilled at the house with you, shouldn't have called over all those people. I don't know who told Joey to come. I'm…" He cut himself off, feeling guilty.

"No, it was fun until that happened…"

Dean sighed, meeting Cas's eyes. "Well it won't happen again." Dean leaned closer to Cas, and they both began to close their eyes, anticipating the kiss that came next.

"I-" a small and nervous laugh came from the open door. Cas and Dean turned suddenly, both blushing.

The nurse's face was bright red. "You're free to check out, ."

Both boys stood, and Dean stuffed his hands into his pockets, while Castiel looked away. They left the hospital, and as soon as they were in the car, they kissed, sweet and long, glad that everything was all right.

"Cas, next time I swear I won't take my eyes off you."

Castiel laughed lightly. "It's fine, Dean."

Dean was completely serious. "No. It's not. I thought he broke your nose, I thought he gave you a concussion or coma thing or something, and I... I just couldn't... I had no idea what to do…"

Dean's left hand tightened on the steering wheel, while the other held on Castiel's hand tightly, as if to ensure he was okay.

"Dean."

He turned toward Castiel, visibly upset with himself. "Cas, I'm-"

"I love you." Cas looked away, his ears turning red.

Dean smiled, "I love you too." Their kiss lingered, and they rode home in silence, that silence being filled with their last spoken words.

They pulled into Dean's driveway.

"Hey so Cas. Abbadon is reopening, and I was wondering if you'd wanna go, Thursday?"

"Isn't the reopening during school?"

Dean nodded. "But if you don't want to, that's fine. We can go after school too."

Cas laughed. He was doing things he normally never would do, now that he was doing it with Dean Winchester. "Let's do it!"

Dean smiled, and their hands clasped.

"And thanks, Dean."

"Hmm? For what?"

"Well for starters, you took care of me. Also, you kicked Lucifer's ass."

Dean smiled. "And I'd do it again. Especially the kick ass part."

They both laughed.

The only thing they hadn't realized from that night, was who had been watching.

Tori, Dean's ex, had watched them kiss after the bloody episode with Lucifer.

Dean. You left me for a faggot?

She had smiled wickedly, and pressed her body against the side of the house, out of sight, planning her revenge.