Dean's POV

"C'mon, Dean! Can't we just leave already?"

"Sam we don't need to be there for another half hour, and it will take us 10 minutes to drive there. At least let me get changed. I'm fed up of the results of you turning up to this boy's house early."

"Hey it's not my fault they invited us round! I, as a matter of fact, am looking forward to it… Oh, and I almost forgot," Sam smirks and nudges me with his elbow. "He's got an older brother." Oh my lord, did he just? He just winked at me.

I let out a strangled moan, "bitch." I say under my breath.

"Jerk." Says Sam and he is literally wiggling his eyebrows. There's no way I'm going to make it through this evening.

"OHHH, OHH, WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEEAAR, OHHH, OHH, LIIIVING ON A PRAAAYER!" Sam and I belt out Bon Jovi as we make our way to Gabriel's house. Sam starts drumming on the dashboard of dad's old impala when I give him a look of pure evil and tell him that "No-one smacks my baby." He laughs, but I notice how tense he's gotten all of a sudden.

"Hey, what's up Sammy?" God, I always call him that when I worry about him. I don't even realise I'm doing it anymore.

"Please don't screw this up for me Dean" I look at him with confusion, submerged with the feeling I've done something wrong, again. "Aghh I'm sorry, that came wrong." He tries again. "I mean, damn this sounds stupid now, but don't scare 'em off." He chuckles.

"Try and not be a pretentious dick, I get it." I smile.

"Hey, just make an attempt to get them to like us, for me?" I swear a piece of my heart dies when he looks up at me with those puppy dog eyes. I find myself subconsciously nodding at him. "Oh, and do not put me and Gabe in awkward situations."

Despite myself, I laugh with sympathy and a hint of foreshadowing, "Can't guarantee anything, little brother."

This time I'm the one who's winking.

Just as Wanted Dead or Alive starts playing I find myself pulling into the Novak's driveway.

"You sure this is the right address?" I ask my little brother anxiously. Sam being Sam, rolls his eyes at me.

"Yes."

"Then get out my car and ring the fricking doorbell you 14 year giant." Sam stares at me pathetically but gets out the car.

We're standing outside the door when Sam suddenly turns to me. "Wait, Dean… do I look okay?" in desperation to lighten the mood and get this over with, I strike a diva pose.

Then, looking Sam up and down I say, "Darling, you look fabulous."

To my delight, Sam grins at me, and a few seconds later, Gabriel and Castiel open the door.

Castiel. My, oh my, praise the heavens for this fallen angel. The older boy standing in front of me is stunning. He's in a navy blue shirt, with a burgundy hoodie shrugged on top. The sleeves are rolled up, showing off his gorgeous arms, wait, what? Pull yourself together Dean, Godammit. What am I even thinking? But wow he looks amazing. Those black jeans, clinging in all the right places. Stop it! You're at your brother's boyfriend's house. Pull your shit together and at least try to socialise.

I bring my head away from Castiel's body, and just when I'm about to make conversation, I find myself lost in his eyes. They're blue. So blue. Their colour compares to nothing else and I find myself lost in them, feeling a need to understand them, know their secrets… When did I get sosappy. But they're glorious. Now I'm taking in features besides his eyes, those cheekbones so elegantly positioned, yet still strikingly handsome; eyebrows furrowed in an adorable confusion, which I'm too lost in to realise I've caused; messy, dark brown hair that looks like he just got out of bed, and lips, lips that- I should really stop now. I've looked the Novak up and down, from head to toe, side to side, left to right… and I still feel as if I could stare at him forever.

"Oi, Dean!" I suddenly snap out of it to find Sam waving his hand in my face.

"Mmm yeah huh what sorry?" Shit. Shit shit shit. I imagine smacking myself on the head repeatedly.

Sam merely sighs at me, and then, turning to his boyfriend, his whole face lights up again. "This is Gabriel."

He's so happy. He's so happy that a thrill of joy pulls my mouth into a grin that I barely knew I had in me. It elates me to see Sammy in such a great mood. In that moment I decide that I will do everything I can to not ruin this seemingly bliss evening for him.

A few hours later we've finished eating, and Sam and Gabriel have gone off to 'hang out', whatever that involves. I had to stop myself from gazing at Castiel several times throughout the meal. One time when I turned my head to take him in all over again, I found that his eyes were already on me, I had to duck my head down to hide the colour of my cheeks.

Now I'm sitting across the table from him, discussing the easiest thing that comes to mind: school.

"So," I begin, "you go to Newmark High School?"

"Mm hm" replies Castiel. "What about you, Dean?" There's something amazing about the way he says my name, different then I've ever heard it before, I can deny it all I want, but somehow it makes me feel different… special. "Gabe says you moved here a few weeks ago, but I haven't seen you around."

"Yeah," I sigh. "Dad messed the school stuff up again, got too drunk to remember to sign a bunch of crap, so I've been spending the last few weeks talking to people to try and sort it out. Good news is we should start next week."

Castiel smiles at me sadly. "Parents, eh?"

"Wait," I suddenly think. "If we haven't started school yet then how did Sam and Gabriel meet?" He looks concerned for a moment then lets out a boyish laugh.

"Social media? Book club? Who knows?" I can't help but laugh with him, there's something about the way he does it that just makes me feel warm inside. "Anyway, I get you." Castiel says. "It must be kind of frustrating moving so often?"

"You don't know the half of it," I chortle. "I can't remember a single school I even adjusted to enough that I would stop getting lost.

Castiel looks down into his mug shyly, and a hint of a smile plays on his frankly beautiful face. "Maybe I'll show you around." He says.