"What the hell do you want?" Dean asked with an oddly calm face. Cas stood behind him looking nervously back and forth at Sherlock and John. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "And I thought gays weren't supposed to be tough."

Dean tightened his hand into a fist. John put a hand on Sherlock's chest pushing him back, "Rude!" He turned back to the two, "I'm sorry about him. He never learned his manners, I'm John he's Sherlock. We wanted to apologize for being so rude earlier in your dorm, want to start over?"

Dean looked surprised, "Uh, yah sure." He took John's hand which was thrust out in front of him. Cas faked a smile towards Sherlock who blinked in response. John's tense shoulders relaxed. He followed Dean's previous gaze, "What are you looking at?"

"Chicks," Dean immediately smirked. He then turned to Sherlock and added coldly, "Not gay."

Sherlock shrugged, "I knew that already." John rolled his eyes, "They're cute."

Dean blinked, "Hey, how about we all meet at the school open house party?"

John smiled, "That sounds like a great idea."

Cas and Sherlock both turned ghostly pale. They didn't really have it easy, trying to communicate with people. They especially despised glanced at each other if only for a second and could tell what the other was thinking. Cas poked Dean, "Do we have to?"

Dean raised an eyebrow annoyed, "What's wrong ,are you scared?"

"No!" Cas protested. "I just-"

"Cas and I despise them if you haven't noticed." Sherlock added, "It's full of a bunch of insolent people and and bunch of worthless activities. They are irrelevant."

John gave Dean an exhasperated look, "Then what do you want to do?"

Sherlock pretended as if he was thinking hard, "Oh I don't know. Stay inside our dorms? Get drunk or high like any normal boy our age. How about that?"

Dean laughed, "You for real?"

"No!" John exclaimed, "We're not getting high."

"We can all just hang out." Castiel suggested. Sherlock shrugged, "Whatever." John nodded, "Fine then. Later tonight at 7?"

"Seven" Dean agreed. John and Sherlock walked away back to their dorm squabbling about drugs or something... Dean smirked at Cas, "I need to get some inventory."

Cas blinked confused, "Inventory?"

Dean sighed, "I'm going shopping. Care to join me?"

Cas glanced around to make sure no one was listening, "I don't think we're supposed to leave campus alone," he whispered loudly. Dean rolled his eyes, "You coming or not?"

Cas grumbled something about breaking laws and followed Dean to the school gates. It was still open while new students piled in through. They didn't notice the two hunters being stealthy and sneaking out. "See? It was as if we were invisible."

Cas nodded, "They close these gates at 6:30 so we should hurry, it's already 5:00."

"Don't worry. The store is just a block up the road." Dean said.

When the two reached the store and entered it smelled horrible...no...it smelled like drugs. Lung suffocating smoke. Men were in line at the cash register holding bear bottles. Dean and Cas made their way to the back of the store. Cas froze when he saw Dean enter the alchohol section, "Dean what exactly are we here to buy?" he whispered. Dean looked up with a grin and picked up a 8 pack of beer. "Inventory."

Cas' face turned red with slight anger, "What the hell, Dean?"
Dean laughed and got in line with a fuming hunter behind him. "Dean we could get arrested! You barely look in your 20s!"

Dean winked as he walked up to the register, "I'd like to buy this please."

The cashier looked up and raised an eyebrow, "ID please."

Dean calmly shoved his hand in his back pocket and pulled out a white card with his face on it. The man raised a second eyebrow, "Well then, 15 dollars sir."

Dean set a 20 dollar bill on the counter with a triumphant look slick across his face. Castiel stood behind him as pale as a ghost. Dean took his change and grabbed his beer. He grabbed Cas' arm with his free hand and led him outside, "You still in shock?" he asked. Cas ripped his arm away from Dean's grip, his face now blushing red, "I'm fine. That was not righteous of you Dean."

Dean chuckled, "Righteous. Wow, I need to teach you a few things." Dean slid the beer in his empty backpack. Cas smiled, "So that's why you brought your backpack."

"Stealth, my friend, stealth."

The two made their way back to the school. It was just nearing 6:00 as they entered the gates. The teachers didn't even give them suspicious looks. They made their way back to their dorm and Cas jumped up with joy once they made it inside, "We made it! We actually didn't get caught."

Dean laughed patting him on the back, "That we did."

"So are we going to drink it or something?" Cas asked still pumped with energy. Dean gave him a look, "You've never had a drink have you."

"Nope."

"Really?"

"Notta."

"Wow. Well, we're actually going to bring this to the get together. I want to make amends with that Sherlock dude. He actually seemed cool with you." Dean said.

Cas shrugged, "John seemed cool with you. He barely glanced at me."

Dean nodded and set his backpack down, "It'll be an interesting night."

"You can say that again."

There was suddenly a silence in the room. That really strange silence that just makes you look at the only other person in the room. Dean glanced at Cas and their eyes locked. Once he realized this he pulled away from their blue gaze. "So Cas, have you ever done drugs?"

Anything to change the subject. Right?

Cas shook his head like he didn't realize anything had just happened, "No. But I'm pretty sure my dad invented most of them. He's crazy."

Dean thought for a moment, "Where'd you say you were from again."

Cas gulped and his face turned pale again, "It doesn't matter."

"Yah, but where."

"Up and about."

"Oh."

It was too weird to keep pushing. Perhaps he grew up in a place that he felt ashamed of. He wouldn't ask anymore. He glanced down at his watch. Time suddenly seemed to pass. The two fixed up their dorm. They kept putting things in different places and they talked. They talked a lot. They got each other in a certain twisted way.

Time really does fly when you're having fun. It seemed like only a few minutes had passed when Dean had lasted checked his watch. He glanced down, It was 6:58

"Time to go." he said. Cas nodded grabbing the backpack, "I'm ready."