Chapter 2

Warnings: Swearing, mild violence, homophobic language

AN: Oh my gosh I can't believe I'm getting people that love this fic so fast x3 I love the reviews I'm getting, and they make me want to write more and if you do review, you get your very own Winchester! Any Winchester you want! But you have to review before supplies run out! There are a couple unanswered questions, but I promise there will be answers, I promise. So yeah I'll stop rambling here and let you read XD

It had been a boring, and unfortunately long week. Besides Dean, Castiel hadn't had a lot of excitement that week. Finally, it was Friday and he couldn't wait to get home and just finally be alone. There would be no one calling him a 'faggot' or laughing at him for his sexual preference at home.

His brother, Gabriel, greeted him at the entrance of the school, ready to leave. "Finally you show up, Cas. I wanna go home." He grunted in annoyance.

"We're going home, Gabe. Got anywhere to be anytime soon?" Castiel smirked at his younger brother, grabbing his car keys from his bag.

"Oh…" Gabriel said, stopping short as he saw the damage that had been done to the car next to Castiel's. It was an old looking car, black.

A man shouted from behind in complete rage, and he knew the owner of that car immediately.

"Dean, what happened?" Castiel asked him incredulously,

"Some fuck face defiled my baby, what does it look like?" Dean answered, sprinting up to the Impala, checking the damage that had been done to it.

"That'll teach you to mess with the wrong person, Winchester." Raphael shouted from behind the group of boys, Gabriel now standing by Sam to avoid Dean's wrath.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? I did jack shit to you, and this is what you do? You wreck my fucking car?" Dean was furious at this point, his face showing that he was ready to start throwing punches, his hands flying as he signed out words.

"Dean, don't…" Castiel warned him, starting to ease towards the older boy.

"Cas, stay out of this, it's my problem." Sam hated translating this, but he knew he had to.

"Yeah, Cassie, stay out of it." Raphael mocked.

"Shut up, Raphael." Castiel shouted, surprised the words came out of his own mouth.

"What did you just say to me, fag?" Raphael replied with a nasty tone.

"Don't talk to Cas like that!" Dean signed in defense to his friend, even if he didn't know him that well, no one talked to a friend of Dean Winchester like that.

"So now you're defending him? Do you want to be at the end of the food chain with your boyfriend here?"

"If the top is with people like you, I'll get down with the fleas any day, asshole."

"Dean…" Sam cautioned, not knowing how to stop his brother once he ever gets started.

"Oh that's it, you dick." Raphael said, stomping towards Dean, throwing his fist towards his face.

Dean ducked the punch, dodging the attack, immediately swinging back at Raphael, connecting with his face.

"Dean!" Castiel shouted, running to pull him back from causing serious harm to the other. Dean tried to shake him off, but the boys grip on Dean's arm only tightened. "Dean, stop it."

"Fine." Dean gave in to Castiel's pleads, backing off. "Don't think you can win a fight against me, because you won't.", relaxing into Castiel's touch as he backed off Raphael, whose nose was now severely bleeding.

Walking over to his now defiled car, he inspected the banged up doors and the broken window. He cried out in rage, surprised he was mad enough to scream that loudly.

"Dean, I am sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have…" he frowned, trying not to make himself cry, "I shouldn't have talked to you, you wouldn't be stuck with me if I hadn't."

"Cas, don't say that. You're pretty cool, I'm glad you talked to me. Otherwise I wouldn't have remembered you." Dean signed to Castiel with a reassuring smile.

"You should get Sam home. Come on Gabriel, I need to get my homework done." Castiel said after Raphael and his gang had left to take care of his broken nose.

"Hey, uh Cas?" Dean started, relying on Sam to be his translator. "Do you and Gabriel want to come over?"

Castiel blinked, he wasn't used to be invited anywhere except by his family. Not knowing what to say since he wasn't used to it, Gabriel answered for him.

"We'd love to, Deano!" He answered, clapping a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "He'll follow you to your house, won't you Dean?" Gabriel asked, although Castiel knew that Gabriel wasn't going to be taking no for an answer, he knew that Sam and Gabriel had grown close since the whoopee cushion incident, and Gabriel was trying to set Sam up with Jess, a girl that Sam instantly developed a crush on his first day, although Sam hadn't told Dean about her.

Dean hadn't thought about his father until he pulled into the driveway, going into full panic mode as he thought about what condition John could be in right now.

Hopping out of the car, he ran up to Castiel, who had gotten out of the car with his younger brother.

"Wait right here? I'm sorry I just need to take care of something really quick." He signed with an apologetic look on his face.

Heading inside, he saw his father passed out on the couch, beer bottles had littered the floor which Dean immediately cleaned off the floor, throwing them into the trash, then hid the rest of the booze in the high cabinet so his father wouldn't go looking for it right away. What am I going to do with you? Dean thought to himself, shaking his head at his drunk, passed out father before heading outside to allow the rest into the house.

Sam pulled him aside. "He didn't puke this time, did he?" He asked worriedly.

Dean shook his head no, he hadn't, thank God.

I'm going to go upstairs with Cas, you and Gabriel have fun, but don't get into too much trouble, I've heard about him and his obnoxious pranks. Dean signed to his younger brother.

"I'll be fine, Dean." Sam reassured him, walking back over to Gabriel running up the stairs with him after a few words exchanged between the two, something about World of Warcraft.

Dean shook his head, then gestured towards the backyard door, as to ask if they wanted to go outside, which Castiel quickly said yes to, it smelled like alcohol in there.

"So where did you go?" Castiel asked Dean, who had a pad of paper in his hands to talk to Castiel with.

We travelled around. Dad couldn't hold a job with his drinking problem, so we moved around a lot. Our Uncle Bobby told us to move out here with us so he could keep an eye on our father and us. He was afraid of our father finally drinking himself to death or finally cracking and killing us instead. Bobby is more of a father to us than our actual father is.

After writing his answer, Dean frowned, as did Castiel. "I'm sorry Dean, I wish… I wish I could have helped you Dean.

They sat there in silence, listening to the birds as Castiel spoke again. "Can you talk if you wanted to?"

I don't know, Cas. I… I'm afraid to find out. I'm not ready, not yet. He answered on his writing pad

Castiel nodded in understanding, he just really wanted to help his friend. He smiled at the thought of considering Dean as a friend again. Maybe it was possible to be happy, and Dean definitely made him feel happy, which was more than he could ever say about Anna or Chuck.

Dean made him… happy. He couldn't explain it, but there was something about him that made him blush every time he thought about Dean. Could it be that he… liked Dean?

No, definitely not, that would be impossible, There was no way that Castiel had developed feelings for someone that he had reunited with on Monday, and only talked to him twice in that span of time. However, he still held on to the feeling, that question that stayed in the back of his mind.

Was he developing a crush on Dean Winchester?