Castiel pulled into his driveway. Dean jumped out, and slung his jacket over one shoulder. He came around to the driver's side. Castiel climbed out and stood by Dean.

"Thanks, Cas." Dean clapped Castiel on the shoulder.

Castiel swallowed. Dean looked irresistible in the moonlight. The top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows and his forearms were exposed. The bottom of his shirt was pulled halfway out of the waist of his pants.

"No big deal." Castiel shrugged.

"Good night." Dean started toward his house, keys in hand.

"Good night." Castiel called after him. He watched as Dean fumbled his keys, disappointed somehow that the night was already ending.

Finally Dean had the door open, and was halfway in when he looked up and saw Castiel still standing in the driveway.

"You want to come over, dude? I still have all the extra booze I bought for the party I'm not going to."

Castiel was surprised, but pleased. He tried to contain his eagerness.
"Sure. I have nowhere else to go. Thank you."

Castiel walked over to Dean's house. He took his jacket off now and held it over one arm. Dean held the door open for him.

"My parents are asleep," Dean said quietly. "As long as we're not yelling, it's cool though. They are on the top floor, I'm on the second."

Castiel nodded and followed Dean up the stairs.

Dean's room was down the hall. There was a bathroom adjacent, and another room closer to the stairs.

"That's my brother's room. Sam's a sound sleeper. He's going to be a freshman in high school next year." Dean sounded proud. Castiel had often seen Dean driving Sam around: to school, the library and soccer practice. The kid was lucky to have an older brother like Dean.

Dean opened the door to his room. It looked both familiar and different to Castiel from this vantage. He could see his windows directly across.

Socks and other dirty clothes were strewn about. On the walls were posters for horror movies and of metal bands. Castiel noted a "Lord of the Rings" poster, which made him smile. It was his favorite book trilogy, as well as his favorite movie trilogy. The wall space above his desk had a bunch of photos tacked up, the majority including Lisa. Dean took a moment to hang the tux jacket up.

"Gotta return this tomorrow." He said. "You want me to hang yours up?"

Castiel shook his head. He slung his jacket over the chair. Dean was rummaging in his closet and Castiel could hear bottles clinking. Dean brought out a bottle of vodka and a bottle of tequila. He thumped them on his desk.

"This is gonna be bare bones, dude. Nothing fancy." Dean produced two red plastic cups. He looked in the cups to make sure they were clean. "Choose your poison."

Castiel had never drunk hard liquor before but he didn't want to admit it to Dean. He chose the vodka.

Dean filled a fourth of the cup and then poured some for himself. "Yes this is more than a shot. But I kinda want to get wasted and I don't need to drive anywhere. Bottoms up."

He motioned his cup towards Castiel, who mirrored him. Dean gulped the contents of his cup. Castiel sniffed tentatively, noting that it smelled like rubbing alcohol, then shrugged and took a mouthful. He almost spat it out, but managed to swallow it down. It burned his throat. Then he felt a warmth spread up from his stomach, to his chest and through his limbs. He felt tingly.

"Ugh." Castiel coughed. His cup still held at least half of what had been poured for him. Dean laughed at him, but it wasn't malicious.

"Dude, sorry." Dean smiled.

"That tasted bad. But I feel warm and tingly now." Castiel admitted.

"You're buzzing already. Take it slow." Dean chuckled. Castiel sat down on Dean's desk chair awkwardly. Dean sat on his bed. He had poured himself another shot and gulped it down again.

"Well. We're almost done with high school." Dean flopped backward onto his bed.

"Yup." Castiel agreed. He felt out of it, but warm and happy. He looked at Dean, lying stretched out on the bed. Dean's shirt and come untucked completely, and ridden up so his stomach was exposed. Castiel found himself staring at the tan strip of skin. In his slightly intoxicated state, he felt hyper aware of Dean, especially of his sat up suddenly and Castiel looked away quickly. Dean was just taking off his socks and shoes. After throwing them aside, he got up and went to the window, cranking it open all the way.

"It's too hot," Dean commented, slipping his shirt off. His white undershirt clung to his body, Castiel couldn't help noting. Dean looked out the window.

"Funny seeing you on this side." Dean said, glancing back at Castiel. I'm gonna miss our window chats next year."

Castiel sat up. I'm going to miss them too, he thought.

"You can email me," he said instead.

"Not the same. Anyhow I hate writing emails. Hard to show what you really mean without seeing someone's face, y'know?"

"I know. Video chat maybe?" Castiel agreed. He was starting to feel depressed about college. After all this time, ends up we were friends, he thought regretfully.

Dean chuckled. "Maybe. But everyone'll think you're my boyfriend or something."

Castiel blushed and forced himself to laugh with Dean. Dean filled his cup again and swigged it. Castiel noted that his eyes seemed unfocused now and his movements more clumsy. Dean staggered back to the bed. He sat down and slipped off his undershirt. Castiel sucked in a breath at the sight. Then Dean also stripped his pants off.

"You don't mind, do you?" He asked, noticing Castiel's averted gaze. Dean was only wearing his boxers now, a sight that Castiel had only seen from a distance previously. Still looking away, Castiel shook his head.

"Aren't you hot?" Dean gestured to Castiel, who was still wearing everything except the suit jacket.

"I'm ok," Castiel said. "Ok, a little hot." And it's not just the heat that's making the temperature rise in here, Castiel thought as he looked at Dean out of the corner of his eye. Castiel conceded to removing his socks and shoes, and taking off his tie and shirt. He was still wearing the suit pants and the t-shirt he had worn under his dress shirt.

Dean lay down on his side and faced Castiel. Castiel still studiously avoided looking at Dean's body.

"What's wrong dude?" Dean asked. At some point, probably when Castiel had been looking away, Dean had gotten his cup back in hand.

Castiel was about to answer, when Dean continued.

"I know, it's weird to be hanging out right? I mean, even though we've been neighbors for years, I dunno, I guess we were always hanging with different people." Dean lay back and stared at the ceiling. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel left out." He said quietly.

"No, it's ok. I understand." Castiel chanced a glance at Dean. He noted Dean's lean and muscled legs, and his defined stomach and chest. He swallowed thickly, still buzzing from the vodka.

"You're a good person, Castiel. I never really enjoyed hanging out with the jocks but that was what was expected, y'know? I'm not sure I even enjoyed dating Lisa that much, but she was the head cheerleader and she pretty much had her heart set on the quarterback being her boyfriend. But, as you know, she got bored easily."

"You're a good person too, Dean." Castiel managed.

"No. I'm not. If I was, I would have been friends with you at school too, not just talking through our windows."

"I'm no angel, Dean. I don't know why you think that. Anyways, I see how you take care of your little brother, and how he looks up to you. That's a sign of a good person."

"Sammy. Now that's a really good kid. I don't want high school to be too hard for him though. He's really smart, just like you. I'm sure he'll go to Harvard."

"He'll be fine. He plays soccer, he has a cool older brother."

Dean laughed and looked over at Castiel. Their glances caught and held for a beat. His eyes are so green, Castiel thought.

"Take of your glasses." Dean said.

"What?" Castiel started.

"I just want to see." Dean replied. Castiel complied, tucking his glasses into his pocket. Dean was blurry to him now. His vision without glasses only extended to about a foot in front of him.

"Wow." Dean said, admiringly. "You know, people think you're a nerd, but that was a total Clark Kent effect. I didn't even know your eyes were blue."

Castiel was blushing hard now. He put his glasses back on. Dean was sitting facing him now.

"What kind of name is Castiel, anyhow?" Dean wondered. He was staring at Castiel again. Castiel couldn't look away. He was caught.

"Um, I'm, um, named after an angel."

Dean smiled. "See, you are an angel."

Castiel smiled weakly. The sight of an almost naked Dean within arm's length made it hard to process his did I end up here?

"So, you ever have a girlfriend?" Dean asked.

"N-no. No time, or opportunities." Castiel stuttered. He wasn't sure where this night was going, and he felt nervous. He also knew he didn't want to leave.

"Girls are missing out." Dean smiled again. "You really are an angel."

Dean got up again and poured another shot. Then he paused, and put his drink down, and went back to the closet. He came back with a bottle of rum and poured some into the cup Castiel had been using. He handed it to Castiel.

"I think this is more your speed, angel." Dean winked. He patted the bed. "Let's have one more toast. I better stop with this last shot. Otherwise I'll end up puking."

Castiel moved to the bed and sat. Dean plopped down beside him. Their legs were almost touching. Dean turned to him with his cup raised.

"To college. And college chicks." Dean proposed. They clinked cups. Dean chugged his again. Castiel sipped tentatively. The rum was sweet and not as strong as the vodka. He nodded his approval.

"The rum is good. Thanks, Dean." Castiel took another sip. The warmth spread again, but not as strongly.

"You're welcome." Dean was looking at him again. Castiel looked back. The next thing he knew, Dean was removing Castiel's glasses. He carefully folded them and put them on the nightstand. Then sitting back down, he turned to Castiel.

"Angel." He murmured. Their faces were inches apart. He must be totally wasted, Castiel thought. And I'm halfway there myself...

Dean put a hand on Castiel's shoulder. Castiel almost jumped at the touch. Dean was so close to Castiel now. Castiel could see hazel flecks in Dean's green eyes, and was startled to see how dilated his pupils were. He could count the freckles sprinkling Dean's nose and cheeks.

Dean leaned forward and before Castiel could react, Dean had kissed him. It was a brief kiss, but Castiel felt like he had been electrified. Dean pulled back and looked into his eyes again.

"Sorry, not sorry. I just wanted to." Dean said dazedly.

"It's ok." Castiel assured. His head was spinning from alcohol, and from his first kiss- with Dean no less. Should he be leaving in case it was a drunken mistake? His mind said yes, but his heart was stubborn. While he was trying to decide, Dean put a hand behind his head and pulled him into another kiss. I should go home, Castiel thought dimly, before losing himself to the moment. Dean's arm caught around Castiel's waist and he rolled him fully onto the bed. They were side by side, and still kissing. Dean broke away again.

"Is this really ok?" Dean asked.

Castiel nodded. Dean covered his mouth with his own. Castiel felt like he was dissolving. Dean started licking at Castiel's lips. Castiel opened up to Dean, thrusting his tongue against Dean's. Dean pulled roughly at the Castiel's hair, while Castiel's hands started to tenstively touch his shoulders.

Dean felt so solid to Castiel, and he felt self conscious about his own softer body. He ran regularly, but he certainly didn't lift weights. Dean's other hand was caressing his chest through his t-shirt. Castiel's nipples hardened. Dean broke the kiss in order to lift the shirt off of Castiel.

He gazed at Castiel for a minute and then Dean's mouth dove toward his neck. Castiel whimpered as Dean licked and nibbled at his throat. Castiel was semi-hard and craving friction. Still wearing pants, he rubbed his length against Dean's leg. He ran his hands through Dean's hair and continued down his back, caressing and rubbing. When Castiel reached Dean's ass, he squeezed hard and Dean moaned into his neck.

Meanwhile, Castiel was painfully aware of Dean's hard cock between them. He placed a tentative hand on Dean, palming him through the boxers. Dean looked up at him, his eyes blazing with lust. He gently guided Castiel's hand inside his boxers. Castiel closed his hand around Dean. Dean stifled a moan. He pushed up into Castiel's hand.

Castiel really wanted to see Dean, and he released his grip and pulled his hand out of Dean's boxers. Dean was about to protest, but Castiel got off the bed and beckoned Dean to the edge. He pulled Dean's legs down so he was in a sitting position. Castiel sat on his knees at Dean's feet. He reached up and tugged on the waistband of Dean's boxers, dragging them off while Dean helped by lifting his ass off the bed. Castiel left the boxers hooked to one foot and then took a good long look.

"God. You are beautiful." Castiel whispered. Dean sat on the bed, with his legs slightly open, and his cock hanging heavily against his left leg. Castiel put his hands on Dean's knees, and then reached up to rub his thighs. Dean looked desperate. Castiel gripped him again, looking him in the eyes as he did. Dean's eyes shuttered and he groaned.

Castiel let go again and Dean's eyes flew open. Castiel pulled himself onto Dean so he could kiss him. Before Dean could deepen the kiss, Castiel pulled away and started to kiss his chest, stopping at each nipple to suck lightly. Castiel continued downward, tracing the trail of hair with kisses. He got back on his knees as he moved lower. Finally he reached the forest of hair at the base of Dean's cock. It looked different from his, a darker and more purplish pink, and maybe a little shorter than Castiel's, but thicker. Castiel nuzzled Dean between his legs, inhaling his scent. Dean carded one hand in Castiel's hair, tugging roughly.

Castiel paused, and looked up at Dean through his lashes. Then he kissed Dean's cock, causing him to gasp. Castiel began to lick lightly around the head and along the shaft.

"You're killing me, Cas." Dean protested. Castiel looked directly at Dean and then took his cock into his mouth. Dean was a mess. He wanted to cry out but instead grabbed a pillow and muffled his voice in it.

Castiel could only fit half of Dean's length in his mouth, and angled it so Dean was pushing against his cheek. He didn't want to gag. He sucked tentatively and then swirled his tongue around the head, bobbing up and down. Dean gripped the pillow tight to avoid grabbing Castiel and shoving his head down. He bit back a loud moan. Castiel used his right hand to grip the bottom of Dean's cock and stroked up at down, while he continued to slide up and down with his mouth.

"Goddamn. Lisa never wanted to do this for me. Holy crap, Cas." Dean was panting. Castiel had been closing his eyes but now he looked up at Dean. Dean let out a sob.

"I'm not going to last much longer, Cas."

Castiel looked up in acknowledgment while he continued. Dean looked into Castiel's eyes and that did it.

Dean closed his eyes and thrust a few times against the inside of Castiel's cheek. He pulled the pillow on his mouth to muffle his shouts as he came hard into Castiel. Castiel felt warm cum fill his mouth. He swallowed readily, then climbed back on top of Dean. Dean was lying on his back, his eyes closed while his breathing slowly returned to normal. Castiel kissed him hard. Dean pulled away.

"Oh man. You just kissed me with a mouthful of my own cum!" Dean complained, but then laughed. "You just snowballed me, dude!"

"Snowball?" Castiel asked innocently. Dean growled in response and flipped their bodies so a Castiel was below him.

"Your turn, angel." He looked hungrily at Castiel. He kissed Castiel gently though, making Castiel whine for more. Castiel rutted against Dean. Dean quickly removed Castiel's pants, whipping them on to the floor. Castiel wore white briefs, which made Dean smile. Dean tugged them down over his hips. Castiel instinctively moved his hands to cover himself, but Dean grabbed his wrists. He stared intently at Castiel.

"You're beautiful, angel." Dean breathed, and then pushed his tongue into Castiel's mouth before he could protest. He pulled away and smiled at Castiel before nuzzling his neck.

Castiel closed his eyes as Dean moved his hands up and down his sides. Dean stroked Castiel's hip bones, then grabbed his cock in one hand. Castiel felt like he was already ready to come after one touch from Dean, but he gritted his teeth, biting back a whimper. After a few strokes, Dean reached and flipped his nightstand drawer open. Castiel complained at the absence of Dean's hand. He watched as Dean pulled a half empty bottle of lube out and squirted some into his palm. Dean sat up so he was straddling Castiel's thighs. He rubbed the lube in his palms and then gripped Castiel's aching cock with both hands. Castiel groaned loudly.

"Dude. You're going to wake everyone." Dean chided. He threw the pillow he had been using as soundproofing at Castiel's head. Castiel grabbed it and grunted into the fabric.

Dean began to swirl both his hands around Castiel's shaft. His right hand turned clock wise, pausing to tease the slit with his thumb. His left hand went counter clockwise, sliding down to cup his balls, lightly. Castiel huffed when Dean touched him; he was ticklish there. Dean smirked and continued his movements. Castiel moaned into the pillow. He moved it away to look down at Dean, who was too gorgeous to comprehend. Castiel managed to gasp out a warning a second before he started bucking roughly into Dean's hands.

"Dean!" He cried, and then remembering Dean's sleeping family, he pulled the pillow to his mouth and bit down, smothering a scream. His cock twitched and shot hot thick ropes of cum all over Dean's hands. After he came down from his peak, his breathing slowed and he looked at Dean, who was covered in his cum. Castiel blushed self consciously. Dean gazed directly at Castiel and deliberately licked his palm. Castiel shuddered, enjoying the last waves of pleasure ebbing away. Then he lean over Castiel and kissed him deeply, mingling their fluids.

"Gotcha back." Dean teased gently. Castiel smiled.

Castiel felt drowsy after his intense climax and shifted the pillow behind his head. Dean climbed off and went to grab a towel. After wiping them both down, he flung it to the floor and lay next to Castiel.

Castiel felt so good right now, he wished he could bottle the moment. For a second, he wondered if this was a one time deal, and what would happen in the morning. Before he could think too much about it, he was already falling asleep.

"Thanks, Dean," he murmured. Dean kissed him gently in response, then shut the light off.

...

The light streaming the windows touched Castiel's cheek. He grumbled and flipped away from the window. A moment later, he opened his eyes. He reached over for his glasses but didn't find them. In fact, his hand bumped against the side of the nightstand. That was weird, he thought. Then he started, remembering what had happened last night and where he was. He was naked and tangled in the sheets. This was definitely a view I never expected to see, he thought, staring up at Dean's bedroom ceiling. The bed was empty next to him. Castiel sat up and found his glasses. After he put them on, he saw a folded note on the nightstand. It was addressed to him in Dean's scrawl and written on lined notebook paper. The edge was jagged where it had been ripped out from the spiral binding.

Castiel opened the note.

Cas-

Let you sleep in. Had to get the tux back before 11am. See you.

Dean

PS I let your parents know that you were sleeping over. My mom knows you're here and made breakfast.

The note was innocuous; no reference to last night at all. Castiel wondered if that was a good thing or not. He wouldn't know until he saw Dean. All he knew was it had felt so right, and he felt that the last few years had been squandered. Now they were off to college. We can always visit each other, Castiel thought, it's only a few hours drive. He shook his head. He was getting ahead of himself.

Castiel looked at Dean's alarm clock, it read, 11:11. Make a wish, he thought. Castiel closed his eyes, and saw Dean's smiling face, eyes crinkling, in his mind. And he made his wish.

I hope you'll see...you belong with me...