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Cas

The Hunter and I became brilliant friends since we started talking to each other back at the beginning of the school year. We had spoken by letter and/or text every day since then, becoming closer than I ever thought we would. And, now, it was the first day of Spring break and I was actually going to be able to meet him. It had taken me a while to gather up the courage to agree to meet him. It took many conversations until he could convince me that it would be fine. Over the months I had opened up to him about my worries, as well as many other things, but he had assured me that he wouldn't treat me differently after we met properly.

Who was I to disagree when every promised he had made since we started talking he had kept?

So, that's why, on Monday, March 24th 2014, I was headed to the local park to meet up with him. It had been scarily easy getting away from my brothers, especially since Michael was actually in the living room for once, instead of his office. I expected him to put up at least a little bit of a fight...but no. Nothing. Wasn't that just a punch in the gut?

Monday, March 24th 2014 - 11:45am - Me: How will I know it's you?

Monday, March 24th 2014 - 11:46am - Hunter: I'll be the only seventeen year old guy there, plus the only one wearing a leather jacket ;)

Monday, March 24th 2014 - 11:47am - Me: I still don't see the point of the 'winky face'.

Monday, March 24th 2014 - 11:48am - Hunter: It's called an emoji, dude. People use emojis all the time XD

Monday, March 24th 2014 - 11:49am - Me: But surely that 'emoji' is a form of flirtation? Are you using it as a form of flirtation?

Monday, March 24th 2014 - 11:50am - Hunter: Just get your ass here, man :P

I was standing outside the park when I received his reply, scanning the area to see if I could catch a glimpse of who he was. And I did, I just didn't see his face considering his back was to me from where he was sitting on a bench. So, taking a deep breath, I started to make my way towards the bench. Of course, that meant I didn't see who it was until I reached the bench, meaning that when I saw Dean Winchester, the most popular guy in school, sitting there, I couldn't run away.

"Castiel Novak?" Dean asked, surprise colouring his tone even as he smiled.

Now, the fact that he seemed happy that it was me shocked me enough, but something else completely flawed me...

"You know my name?" I frowned, eyes wide. "How do you know my name?"

"You're kidding, right?" Dean grinned. "We live opposite each other, our moms used to be best friends, and I've been trying to be your friend since first grade - every time I tried you would just walk away before I could say anything."

"I thought you were going to be like the others..."

Instead of saying anything, though, Dean simply stood up and hugged me. I stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do for a while, but it didn't take long for him to let me go.

"Well, you can't run away from me this time, Cas." Dean grinned.

This was not how I expected any of this to go...

It amazed me how, even though Dean had found out who I was, we still managed to be friends. It was as if we knew it had been each other this whole time. It was amazing, yet terrifying... Much to Dean's dismay, I wasn't able to meet his brother, Sam - since Sam didn't know Gabriel was his Pen Pal and Gabriel didn't know I had met mine. But it was fine, we managed for the time being.

It was safe to say that I never thought Dean Winchester would be my friend.

It was a shame that Sam couldn't know yet, especially since my brothers were being far worse than usual. Lucifer seemed to be a bigger pain as days went on and I spent more time in my room than usual. But, again, no one noticed. But I had Dean to talk to. I had him to text or call if things got bad and he would make me smile and laugh.

And then came the day it happened.

I was sitting downstairs, on a Saturday, for the first time in weeks since I had met Dean face to face, watching some random programme on TV, just for the hell of it. Everything had been rather quite thus far, for the first time in a long time... As per usual, Dean and I were talking via text message, something that had caught Gabriel's eye a few days before - not that he said anything about it. It seemed like a peaceful - for once - Saturday.

Then it all kicked off. I couldn't understand what was being said but, in a blink of an eye, Lucifer had Michael pinned to a wall, hand around his neck. Both were bleeding, crashing into everything as they fought each other off... Neither of them noticed me there.

As Michael got out of Lucifer's grasp, the youngest of the two picked up a lamp from the nearest table, launching it at our older brother. Panicked, I leaped out of the way as fast as I could, but I was still struck as the shards flew around the room. My forehead and arms were bleeding as my brothers continued to fight, more objects being thrown around - most of them veering off in my direction. As soon as I had control of my limbs again, I grabbed my phone and 'zapped' - as Dean called it - upstairs and into my room.

I could still hear the yelling and the screaming, the bangs and the crashes... This was the first time in my life that I had truly been scared of my brothers. So I did the only thing I could think of - call Dean.

"Hey, Cas!" Dean said, cheerfully, blissfully unaware.

"Dean, please, I need to get out of here! Can I come over?" I whispered, just in case my brothers could hear me.

"What's wrong?"

"Michael and Lucifer, they-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence, the piecing scream cluing my friend in on what was happening.

"Please, Dean..." I begged.

For a moment, Dean was silent. No sound was coming from his end of the phone, not even a sound from his brother like there usually was.

"Can you zap out?" he asked, sounding as if his jaw was clenched.

"I-I think so?" I replied, doubtfully.

"I want you to try, Cas. I'll open the front door."

I hung up the phone before I flew over the street to the Winchesters home - I could see the silhouettes of my brothers as they fought, completely unaware of what was happening. The door behind my opened with a bang, a hand grabbing my arm as it dragged me inside, closing quickly. The hand turned my around, but I didn't have long to orientate myself before I was encased tightly in someone's arms. I didn't fight it, in fact, I moved closer into the person - Dean, obviously - that had their arms around me.

I explained to Dean what had happened and how I was the only one in the house with Michael and Lucifer. He had adamantly refused to let me go back home that night, something I happily agreed to - though I had to refrain Dean from calling the police on my brothers...this was only the first time it had happened, after all. Even though he wasn't happy about that, he agreed for now.

"What about your father? And Sam?" I asked, as he led me to the couch.

"Dad took Sammy to our Uncle Bobby's." Dean shrugged. "It's, about, five and a half hours away, so they left last night."

"When will they be back?"

"Tomorrow afternoon. Don't worry, I'll fill dad in - he'll be fine."

I nodded slowly, feeling uncomfortable, for the first time, around Dean. I just didn't know what to do with myself, didn't know what I should say... But, as Dean put his arm around me, I realised that, maybe, I didn't have to know.

It was getting late when we both decided it would be a good time to go to sleep. I tried to say I would sleep on the couch or, at least in a different room, but Dean was having none of it. It confused me a little - why would Dean want me in his room? But I shrugged it off and followed the young hunter into his room.

Using my Grace, I had brought some of my things over from my room - clothes, pyjamas, laptop, toothbrush, etc - just so I didn't have to physically go back over there. I knew I shouldn't use my Grace for such things - if Michael knew, he wouldn't be very happy - but, as Dean said, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Are you positive that this is alright Dean?" I asked as he walked out of his en-suite bathroom.

"Yeah, Cas." Dean chuckled. "It's fine."

We laid side by side in Dean's bed, shoulders touching as we both lay on our backs.

"You're the first person to give me a nickname I like." I told him. "Balthazar and Gabriel, they call me Cassie... I hate it when they do that."

"What about Michael and Lucifer?" Dean asked, quietly.

"They just call me Castiel. I think Michael just hates nicknames as a whole, and Lucifer only uses nicknames for Michael because it annoys him."

"Well, you'll always be Cas to me."

I smiled slightly, the action, I realised, occurring more the more time I spent with Dean. In all honesty, after my mother killed herself, I thought I had lost the ability to smile. I didn't remember a time after that that I had actually smiled until Dean came along...

"Dean?" I whispered after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah, Cas?" Dean whispered back.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Everything."

I kept staring up at the ceiling, but I felt when Dean moved in the bed. The young hunter propped himself up on his elbow, looking down on me - even in the dark I could make out the green eyes and perfect smile.

"Don be, Cas." he said, softly.

Before I could say anything, something soft and warm was over my mouth. I felt Dean's nose against mine, his hair brushing my forehead. As quickly as the feeling came, it was gone again - Dean was back to lying beside me. Of course, this time, Dean dragged me closer to his side, my head coming to rest on his chest and my hand on his stomach.

It was, by far, the best night's sleep I had had in years.

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