"Hello, and who are—"

"My name is Anna Novak. I'm Castiel's older sister."

Dean raised a perfectly arched brow. "You two look nothing alike."

"That's not the first time I've heard that. I need to talk to you," she paused and looked around, noticing the heavily making out couple on the couch. Ruby was on Raphael's lap now, and the humping wouldn't stop. "If there's a better place we could go…"

"I see what you mean," Dean noticed where she was looking and immediately nodded. "It would be best if we left right this second."

"Right," she replied, finally letting go of Dean's arm. She smiled up at him, and he smiled a charming half smile in return. "We can't keep them waiting." Just as Dean thought he wasn't going to get groped by Anna anymore, she latched onto his wrist and pulled him after her.

After Dean got over the initial shock of being dragged, he paused, nearly tripping. Why was this girl so damn strong? "Wait up, err, Anna. Who exactly are we going to… See?"

"I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself," she replied, shooting Dean a flirty wink. Why had damn Castiel been hiding this hottie from him? He guessed it wasn't fair since it was only his first day here.


"Anna?"

"Dean. You're very impatient, you know that?" she replied, letting go of his hand. She stopped and turned around to look at him. "Look. I'm not even supposed to be talking to you. The strict protocol is to kidnap you, so consider yourself lucky that you have clothes on and not thoroughly intoxicated."

Dean shrugged. "True." They continued on. "So I guess the strict protocol of this weird cult thing you're bringing me to doesn't allow you to give me any sort of notification of what's about to happen to me?"

"Oh! No! I mean, I'm not allowed to disclose any information, although you should know you are, after all, about to get hazed."

Dean blinked. "Okay, hang the fuck on, Novak!" He stopped walking. "I'm not about to go walk to my death! Fuck this shit, bye Anna!"

"Dean, wait! They're not allowed to hurt you! Besides, you're being an awfully big pussy about this whole predicament."

He glared at the ground. "Alright, bitch, let's go. Let's get this over with."

Anna smiled now and brushed her shoulder with his bicep. "That's more like it."

xXx

"So first, this is the station where you take three shots of whiskey," Jake Talley began. He pretended to shoot down three shots dramatically, causing a few in the crowd watching the introduction to the game to laugh. "Second, Winchester's gotta go on the diving board—" he jumped onto the diving board, "backflip. Then, when the first part of his body touches that water," he slapped his hands together, "Brady, Adam, and Castiel volunteered to race." He turned to Dean. "Just swim as fast as you can, man."

"Because if you don't," Gordon, a tall African American member of the polo team that Dean had met earlier in the day, began, "we get to come up with punishments."

"Y'know what?" Brady, a tall and honestly just a generic white boy said. "I think we scared Corbett off the team. After we made him go into that 'Haunted House' and he nearly shat his pants, he didn't want to come back."

Some of the guys laughed. Dean remembered Castiel talking to Coach Uriel earlier about some Corbett kid not wanting to continue playing.

It was silent for a minute before Jake crossed his arms and walked a little closer to him. "Do you know the golden rule?" Jake asked Dean.

Dean shook his head. "Treat others as you would like to be treated?"

There was more hysteric laughter. Wow, Dean realized, where was all the alcohol coming from?

"No, you dumb asshole; No Vomiting. The rule is absolutely noo vomiting. NONE. If one drop of puke comes out of your mouth, you are out, and the punishments will come rolling in."

Castiel made himself known by clearing his throat. Everyone turned to him. He looked a little cold; Dean noticed goosebumps forming up and down his arms as well as he legs. He was once again in a speedo, this one a royal blue colour. "As you all know, I asked Lucifer to turn a blind eye to this event tonight; I can't guarantee how much time we're going to get, so we need to hurry this up."

"Alright, alright. You heard Cassie. Brady! Milligan! Line up!"

Adam, Castiel, and Brady lined up where they would dive in later on. Dean began at the far end of the inside pool room. Gordon and Jake stood on either side of him, filling little shot glasses for Dean.

Dean felt nervous for some reason. "What exactly was the reason for this… This whole… Thing?"

Gordon chuckled. "Just a little orientation."

"Hand me your clothes," a guy Dean had met earlier in the day asked. He coupled quite remember his name, but he slowly pulled his shirt over his head and passed it to him, following with his jeans and shoes. He was now only clad in his tight dark green boxers. He felt a little overexposed, but then he noticed all the eyes on him and remembered to smile and turn the charm on.

"Besides. Everyone gets this. We got this our first year. Normally there is more than one new player but the rest of us are returning players," Jake explained, gesturing to the rest of the players behind him. They all were wearing casual clothes and some of them had girls hanging on their arms with little red cups in their hands.

Dean smirked. "Lucky me, I guess."

Raphael rushed in with a trailing and flustered looking Ruby. "Sorry I'm late," he said, pulling small Ruby to him.

"Do you have the timer?"

"No, but I do have an iPhone." He pulled out his phone and began to punch in some numbers, bringing him from screen to screen. He went to his clock app and went to the timer.

"What's that for?" Dean wondered.

"Trying to see if the little newbie can beat any of our scores."

"Count of five; are you ready? Good," Jake asked.

Dean looked to the three swimmers who were pulling themselves out of the water and jumping up and down trying to keep warm. Castiel was standing completely still, staring Dean dead in the eye. Cas appeared a little smug to Dean, he decided. Too smug.

"Go!"

Dean looked down at the table and took his first glass and threw it back. Then the second one. And the third. And Dean was off, running. The stretch from where he had started seemed so much farther that it had been just ten seconds ago, he thought.

People had started throwing stuff at him. An empty beer bottle hit him in the back. Someone had turned on a hose and sprayed it at his feet and as Dean was running what seemed to be a million miles an hour, made him slip and slide every once in a while.

He made it onto the diving board and looked over at the thin boy called Adam Milligan. He gave him a quick smirk before he turned around, bent forward and flung himself backwards, performing a complete and perfect backflip, smoothing landing into the water. He shot off then, hearing the splash of Adam jumping into the water.

Free-styling through the water with a slight migraine from those shots and that flip, Dean ripped through that water faster than a slick seal. He touched the end and then returned to the other side in record time. He heard another big splash in the water and he knew dumb blonde Brady was in the water now. At this point, Dean was starting to feel the repercussions of drinking and then severe physical exertion. And it was making his head and arms throb like a bitch.

He reached the end again and turned around under water, returning back to the end. Brady was fast. He was half way to the end of the second lap when he saw Castiel on the land next to the pool. He was watching him in what looked like a daze.

Bam! He slapped the concrete side of the pool and twirled underwater, pushing off once again as well as pushing himself to where he was beginning to hurt. His body was aching because of how fast he was making himself go. He felt a bit like a bowl of Jello. He peered under water to see Castiel in the lane next to him. He watched as he lifted hand in and out of water faster and faster and faster each time. Castiel was like some sort of machine.

Well, he was the captain of the swimming team for one. This was his expertise.

They both slapped the sides of the end of the pool at the same time and sprinted back to the end. It seemed so far away to Dean, yet the end of this torturous game felt so close.

He couldn't allow Castiel to beat him. His pride wouldn't let him. Castiel already had that air of a stuck up champion, and Dean didn't want to deal with it anymore.

Maybe this wasn't the real Castiel, Dean realized. It was, after all, their first day of acquaintance; why did Dean expect him to be himself around a potential stranger?

Dean felt himself slow down, and he realized he was still in the race. He was even with Cas, but it wasn't good enough for him. He continued to push himself harder and harder. He felt like one big ache, but he knew once he beat Castiel and was able to wipe that smug look off of his face, he would know it was worth it.

He slammed his hand on the concrete side of the pool. He grabbed with both hands with the little adrenaline rush left inside him and pulled his self out of the water.

And to his surprise, the entire crowd was silent. Raphael looked disbelievingly from the clock on his phone to Dean.

"Dean…"

Dean looked over at Castiel as Rafa talked to him.

"Dean, you got one minute fifty nine seconds."

"Dean, that's like a world record."

Talking broke out among the people surrounding the pool. Castiel pulled himself out of the pool and grabbed his goggles off his head. He looked at Dean, a snarl on his lips.

Everyone seemed to rush Dean at once. He couldn't stop the shit eating grin from spreading ear to ear. There were all these faces surrounding him, but all he saw was one. Castiel's snarling one.

And then he was out like a light.

xXx

The alarm went off next to Dean and he didn't move an inch.

He was awake—a part of him was. He wanted to move his arm to slap the damn ringing thing, but he couldn't will his body to move. Not even twitch.

There was a curt knock at his door and still, there was nothing Dean could do other than moan a little in protest.

"Stay out," sounded a little more like "Sfrmmupttt."

"Dean."

King of awkward just entered my room? Dean asked himself. This should be interesting.

"Dean I'm talking to you; your clock has been ringing for eight minutes."

He began to regain feeling in his arm, as he not so swiftly rolled over onto his side and lifted his arm to hit the alarm clock on the side table, he overestimated how big the bed was, and promptly rolled over the side. He landed on the hardwood floor with a loud thump, hitting his eyebrow on the side table in the process.

"Dammit!" he shouted, pain screaming throughout his body.

Castiel was silent and Dean wondered for a minute as he tried to get feeling in his legs if he was still there.

"Is this a bad time?"

"Goddamn it, Cas, come give me a hand!"

There was a sound of footsteps and Castiel appeared to Dean who was now lying on his back. He had his head propped up with his arm and he glared at the confused and godly like boy looking at Dean like he was somewhat mentally retarded.

"Stop thinking about sticking your wang in my butt and help me up!" he cried.

Castiel snapped out of it and leant over, grabbing Dean's outstretched hand with two of his. He hauled him up with surprising strength, and Dean was even slightly stunned with which this strength Cas acquired.

"Can you stop referring to my penis in crude wisecracks?" he asked, glaring at Dean as he slumped down onto his bed.

"Why?" Dean asked with a cocky grin. "Make you uncomfortable?"

"Of course," Castiel replied, an even more confused look now flooding his features. "You do realize, though, that you have school this morning?" he continued.

At that point, Dean did realize that Castiel was fully dressed in a plaid J-Crew looking button up long sleeve shirt and a loose black tie. He had on slim, dark corduroy pants. He had yet to put on a pair of shoes so his feet remained bare, and something inside of Dean wanted to reach out to his feet and just touch them, but of course: Social Norms.

One does not touch another's foot for no particular reason unless that other has some sort of fetish for it.

"Yeah… Yeah, I do. Uhhh… What day is it again?" Dean asked, rubbing his head where he had hit the table.

"Tuesday, Dean."

"Right." Dean's head was elsewhere when he noticed Castiel's bedhead hair. It was… Mouthwatering.

"So listen," Castiel started. "Gabe left. And… We should get going if we want to get to class on time…" He kicked Dean's bed frame absentmindedly.

"We should get going. Gotcha."

Dean jumped out of bed, still feeling sore but thankfully no headache or anything. Castiel stood there, still awkwardly.

He opened his closet, but paused when he realized Cas was still in his presence. "So, this is the part where you leave…"

"O-oh."

"Unless you're interested in watching… that's okay too," Dean smirked deviously. "I mean, if it's okay with you, it's okay with you," he continued, shooting Cas a flirty wink. Why did he suddenly feel a sudden urge to rile Castiel up? Why did he suddenly want to be so much closer to him? Talk to him? Touch that gorgeous unruly flop of hair?

What was it that attracted Dean to Cas?

To Dean's utmost surprise, Castiel broke out in a grin. "Don't test me."

Dean felt his heart skip a beat.


playful Cas! we have yet to see the other sides of this naughty boy!

sorry for a short chapter, but there's definitely more to come!

give me a review! i want to know if you all like the way this is going, or not. haha.