March 2005
"Roll on fucking spring" Dean said as they walked in the park together. It was a new year with winter leaving them and spring slowly and surely coming in. Christmas and New Year had been an eventual event for the both of them with Christmas being spent with their families, Dean leading his with Mary sick and forgetting the event, and Castiel with his family, no family and no Zachariah who refused to come. Castiel had given Dean an aftershave he desperately wanted and Dean handed him a CD of classical music he wanted and a new horror story. New Year was spent together in the Harvelle's party; the four of them attended leaving Mary in bed with her tablets and Karen with Anna who was too young for that. They brought in the New Year together drunk while Sam sat by Gabriel sober, he watched the events around him unfold feeling tired and needing his bed when he felt fingers stroke his hand softly. Sam turned his head towards him stunned to see Gabriel with glazed eyes stroking his skin before locking them together. They sat together hidden from the rest holding hands loosely and Sam could not be happier with this turn of events because it only strengthened whatever was slowly developing between them.
It had been seven months now since Dean and Castiel had become friends. Their bond had only grown stronger between them with only each other really for company since none of them had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Dean was still in the stage of fucking and running while Castiel remained adamant he did not need anyone right now.
"I thought you enjoyed winter"
"Yeah but summer is better" he said kicking at a stone. "So, I've been meaning to ask you…Eve is having a house party this weekend, her parents are away for two weeks and well…I really want to go"
"To get drunk and fuck a girl" Castiel said looking over to him.
"No! Cas, when was the last time I was seriously drunk?"
"January" he said slowly with a small smile. "I'm proud of you"
"Exactly and we've been stressed with all this work, your stupid project, and if I see one more picture of blood, mucus, or a fractured bone I'll be sick"
Castiel sighed when he gripped his shoulders pressing their foreheads together.
"Come on, we need a break, both of us, we need to have a little fun, drink, and forget about stupid college" he said looking into the narrowed blue eyes. "I'm going but I want you there"
"You'll have more fun without me there"
"Don't be stupid, Cas, just…please" he pleaded gripping his shoulders tighter. "I'll owe you one big time"
"Okay" he said with a nod.
"Oh you're the best" Dean said with a grin pulling away as they carried on walking down the path. "You'll like it, I swear"
"I rather doubt it"
"Oh come on, you need to lighten up, we're eighteen, Cas, not eighty and you'll look back and wished you lived it to the max"
Castiel stared down at his feet considering this. "You think I should just…let go?"
"Yeah! Hell yeah, Cas, just let go, enjoy yourself, and have fun" Dean exclaimed with a smile. Castiel glanced over to him with a nod.
"Okay, Dean, I'll just let go for the night"
Sam stared across the road to the café debating whether or not to go in when the coldness became too much and he walked over pushing open the door. He slinked in keeping his head down and sat at the table watching Gabriel flirt and smile at a young man in a suit giving it back to him. Sam felt a cold wave of jealously when the guy handed him a card and walked out of the door leaving Gabriel to stare at the card bemused. He looked up seeing Sam at the table staring at his hands and bit his lip knowing he must have seen that. Gabriel turned making Sam's regular before walking over and sliding in the opposite seat with his drink.
"Hey kiddo, why aren't you in school?"
"Free period"
"So you came to see me?"
"Yeah but well…you were busy over there" he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Thanks for the drink"
"Yeah" Gabriel said holding the card up to inspect it. "I have a feeling he'd be uptight and instructive in bed"
Sam flushed pressing his lips together and looking at the murky water. "Are you going to call him?"
"Nope" Gabriel said with a snort. "I flirt, it's my nature, but does it mean I want to jump every suit that waltzes in for my amazing coffee? No"
"Who was your last boyfriend?"
"Oh…um, his name was Harry" he said with a blink. "It was about seven months ago now, we ended on bad terms"
"Did you love him?"
"No" Gabriel said with an honest smile. "I didn't, he loved me, but I didn't love him"
"I've never been in love"
Gabriel chuckled softly leaning back. "I'd call you a liar if you said you had, you're fifteen, Sam, and you have all the time to fall helplessly in love"
"It's not that young…"
"You're seven years younger than me…in my eyes, that's pretty young"
Sam swallowed hard with a nod. "I-I sometimes forget you're twenty two"
"So do I" Gabriel joked watching Sam fidget glancing at the time. "Are you okay?"
"Sure I just…I better get going" he said jumping up and smiling gently before rushing out. Gabriel looked over his shoulder watching him leave feeling a little disgruntled and fearful for Sam taking off like that. He stared at the card for a long minute before crumbling it up and putting it in Sam's abandoned drink.
Dean sighed in relief when they got to Castiel's house and went up to his bedroom as per usual. Castiel sat on his desk bringing his laptop towards him while Dean grabbed the book he was reading thrumming through it.
"Do you read the book I got you?"
"Yes"
"Was it good?"
"Yes"
"Is this good?"
"I have only read three chapters so far" Castiel murmured typing on his laptop. "You can borrow one if you wish"
"Hell no, that's your area, not mine, you're such a nerd" Dean murmured tossing it aside and kicking back. "I'm bored"
"Find something to do"
"Let's do something un-boring and pay attention to me, not your laptop"
"You're forever whining, Dean" Castiel said ignoring him and gasping when the lid went down and he looked up at Dean.
"I'll break that in a minute"
"Do you have the money for my brand new one?"
"Shut up"
"That was important"
"Oh poor baba, Castiel" Dean said putting on a baby voice and poking his forehead hard. Castiel scowled kicking Dean who grunted dragging him down so they were rolling about on the floor aiming kicks and punches till Castiel landed a square punch on his nose so it exploded with blood.
"Fuck!" Dean cried clutching his nose and looking at Castiel who rolled his eyes pushing up and pulling him up silently. "You have a good swing"
"It's your own fault for provoking a fight, you always initiate it"
"I was bored!" he said pinching the bridge keeping his head up till he sat down and Castiel pressed a tissue to his nose shaking his head.
"Now look at the mess we are in" Castiel said holding it there looking into his eyes. "It's your own fault"
"How is it my fault that you punched me?" he said with a glare at him. "You've got a good punch on you though, I'll give you that"
"I have to when my best friend is tackling me to the floor for a fight" he said with a smile pulling it away and looking at it. "Does it hurt badly enough to feel broken?"
"No"
"Good" he said applying the tissue and stepping back to wash his hands and frowning. "I think I have a bruise on my thigh, it hurts now"
"Good" Dean said muffled with a smile. "Welcome to my world"
"You're pure evil"
"You always say that"
"I'm stating fact"
Dean huffed pulling it back and grimacing at the blood there. "I would get you as a best friend wouldn't I?"
"Are you regretting your decision?" Castiel said amused pressing a flannel over his nose.
"No" Dean relied softly looking up at him. "Why would I? You're okay when you're not punching me in the nose"
"That's very sweet, Dean"
"Shut up" he said rolling his eyes. "Go get me chocolate or something, I feel a little ill"
Castiel nodded checking he was okay before walking downstairs. Dean watched him with fond amusement staying there till Castiel returned and resumed to fuss over him till the bleeding stopped.
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"Please tell me you're ready" Dean said looking in the mirror a final time on the phone to Castiel who hummed down it.
"Yes, Dean, I'm ready"
"I'm coming to get you in a few minutes"
"Okay"
Dean hung up walking out and walking into see Sam on his laptop typing furiously.
"Hey, sasquatch, I'm heading out"
"Okay"
"Will you be okay?"
"Yes"
"What's up?"
"Nothing, Dean, just go"
"Fine, call me…"
"…if anything happens with me or mum, I know, I'll call you"
Dean hummed narrowing his eyes before moving off and heading downstairs to see Mary staring aimlessly into the corner.
"Mom?" Dean said walking over and touching her shoulder.
"Did you take the cat out?"
"We don't have a cat mom"
"Of course we do!" she snapped looking up at him. "Have you taken him out?"
"Yeah, yeah, I have" he lied with a hard swallow when she nodded looking away.
"He needs the fresh air"
"I'm heading out, I'll see you tomorrow" he said kissing the top of her head, lingering there for a moment, before pulling back and walking away.
Dean felt sick as he slid into the driving seat driving over to Castiel's. He waited patiently till he slid in and he looked over pausing to take him in his outfit.
"What?"
"You look good"
"It's nothing"
"Shut up and take a compliment"
"You never give me compliments"
"Well take this one!"
Dean smirked when he huffed shaking his head. It was twenty five minute drive to Eve Small's house were music was already playing.
"Don't leave me alone"
"It'll be fine, come on" Dean said pocketing his keys as they knocked on the door.
"Dean" Eve said in greeting when she opened the door. "…and Castiel, come on in, if you're sick or you urinate anywhere in my house you're paying for the damages"
"Sure" Dean said raising an eyebrow when they stepped inside the luxurious house. It was clearly a beautiful house filled with unknown people and a few they did. Dean was more than glad when he spotted Jo and Chuck speaking.
"Hey" Dean said in relief when she reached out to grip his shoulder. "Where's Ash?"
"He's sick, he has food poisoning from a kebab I warned him about but he ate it anyway" she said with a shake of her head. "But you two made it here"
Dean grabbed the beers handing one to Castiel who grimaced at him. "Oh yeah….you don't like it do you?"
"Here" Jo said handing him a bottle of wine. "Knock yourself out"
Dean bit his lip watching him uncork the bottle and drinking it down. He eyed him surprised sipping from his own beer and letting him get "loose". An hour passed with things getting more and more riled up and more drunk, somehow along the way they had separated from one another.
"Jo" Dean said struggling up from the couch to touch her arm. "You seen Cas?"
"I think he went upstairs" she cried over the music. Dean nodded feeling his vision blur and hunted around not seeing him inside or outside in the garden. He swallowed moving upstairs and paused on the middle step peeking through the banisters to see him engaged in a conversation with a guy around Dean's height, wavy brown blonde hair, and a handsome face. Dean could see by the expression and stance of Castiel that he was drunk, very drunk, and he sighed moving up to get him when he spotted the stranger leaning in and taking full advantage as he kissed him. Dean froze staring as Castiel responded immediately kissing him back slowly as they moved away from the hall heading towards the bedroom.
Dean's breath caught in his throat as the door slammed shut and he could only move out of the way as drunken people shoved and moaned at him. He bit into his lip and walked back downstairs heading into the garden and grabbing another beer to join the others.
"Hey, Dean" Jo sang landing in his lap with a grin. "How's my favourite man?"
"You're fucking gone aren't you?"
"What?" she slurred with a chuckle. "No…"
"Liar" he murmured swallowing down his beer.
"Where's…where's Castiel?"
"Having sex"
Jo blinked startled looking towards him. "What?"
"He's letting loose" he said with a chuckle. "It's about time, I've been friends with the guy for seven months now and I've never seen him with a guy, I've just saw it for the first time"
Jo was silent considering this while Dean sipped his drink.
"Was it hot?"
"What? No" he said with a wrinkle of his nose.
"Just asking…" she said leaning her head on his shoulder.
He kept his arms around her as they sat in the garden together, drinking, dozing, and talking till he was feeling exhausted and wanted his bed. He was practically falling asleep in the chair with Jo when he heard his name being called.
"Dean!" Castiel whined walking into the garden in disarray. Dean stared at him bewildered taking in the ruffled hair, the thoroughly kissed lips, and pulled on clothes.
"Cas?" he said gently taking Jo off him and letting her rest on the chair. "What the hell?"
"I want to go home, take me home" he said resting against him.
"You reek of sex, Cas"
"His name was…Josh? I don't know but we fooled around" he said with a sigh. "Take me home, can we go home?"
"Come on" Dean murmured tugging him with him as they walked out of the house to the car. Dean knew he shouldn't be driving but he was sobering up now and they would get home in fifteen. Castiel slumped in the passenger seat with a sigh.
"Stay with me?"
"Sure" Dean murmured rolling his eyes.
"I feel sick, Dean…and-and I hate beer, the-the wine was horrible, Dean, and I…" he said scooting closer to whisper in his ear. "I had bad sex"
Dean chuckled glancing at him. "Oh really"
"Why didn't you find me and stop me?"
"I saw you kiss yeah, I did come looking for you and you…well you weren't fighting it"
"He was…he-he was sweet talking me, Dean, and he kissed me and it was okay and then we had bad…sex" he said with a grimace. "I want to forget"
"You will, eventually, and we all have it"
"Did you…?"
"Nope" he said with a shake of his head.
Castiel narrowed his eyes looking over to him. "We…we went to a party and you didn't have sex"
"Nope, I left that to you, you little whore" he whispered over to him.
"I'm not a whore"
"I know, Cas, shush, it's okay just sleep" he said in a patronising tone.
"No" Castiel murmured stubbornly folding his arms and remaining quiet. Dean pulled up outside Castiel's house and helped him out holding him up with a grunt.
"Fuck, you're heavy"
"Will you stay?"
"Yeah, Cas, come on" he said helping him to the door and fishing out the spare key under the pot opening the door. He pressed a finger to Castiel's lips shushing him and blinking when the light came on.
"Why am I not surprised?" Gabriel said in a low voice chuckling at the state of Castiel. "He's an awful drunk"
Dean hummed supporting him when he glared at Gabriel who smirked. "Why are you still up?"
"I can't sleep so…night cap" he said nodding at the candy bars on the table. "Get him to bed before he pukes. I refuse to clean up after his sorry ass"
"Shut-shut up, Gabe" Castiel murmured moving to the stairs. Dean rolled his eyes following after him till they reached his room and he tripped in chuckling with laughter only to be muffled by Dean slapping a hand over his mouth.
"You'll wake Mama Milton and I'm not facing her wrath" he hissed into his ear pushing him to the bed. Castiel hummed amused dropping on the bed and opening his arms for Dean who shrugged out of his jacket and jeans dropping into the bed next to him.
"Thank you" Castiel slurred resting his cheek on his shoulder. "You…"
"What?" Dean whispered peering over to him to see him breathing deeply and falling asleep quickly due to the alcohol. He sighed softly looking up at the ceiling before his eyes slid closed and he fell into an uneasy sleep.
The next morning was not a fun one when he felt movement and Castiel come off the bed running to the toilet. Dean opened his eyes hearing a retching in the toilet and huffed out a groan sitting up to clutch at his head. Swinging his feet out, he padded out smiling at Karen who was peering in the bathroom.
"Let me guess…"
"Too much alcohol" he said with a smile when she nodded patting his shoulder and went to wake Anna for breakfast. Castiel heaved into the toilet looking up when Dean came in and knelt down to rub his back.
"Dean, I'm dying"
"You're so dramatic"
"No, Dean, really, I feel like I'm dying" he whispered before retching again with a full body shudder and whimpered as the acid burned his throat and his chest ached. Dean grimaced in sympathy.
"It's your own fault for drinking wine, you freaking girl, you're such a lightweight"
"How is insulting me helping my situation, Dean?" he said sharply lifting his head up.
"I'm stating fact as you would call it"
"Eurgh" Castiel murmured pushing his head back into the bowel.
Like a good friend, Dean waited with him till he was done and leaning against the wall breathing shakily and moaning at the pain in his stomach, chest, and throat. Dean smirked softly when he looked at him and away.
"I had sex last night" he said slowly. "It was the first time in months and it was terrible"
"Was he a virgin?"
"No, just uncoordinated and clearly inexperienced"
"What and you are?"
"No but I was more experienced than him" he said with a cough. "I'm never drinking again, I refuse, and neither are you"
"I've been keeping my promise asshat" he said with a frown aiming a kick at him.
Castiel sighed rubbing the space between his eyebrows. "I don't do one nightstands, Dean, I now feel cheap…used…and it wasn't satisfying"
"It's just sex, Cas"
"No, sex is sex for you, Dean; I don't want that, I'd rather have sex with someone who knows me, who cares about me…"
"You said you didn't want a relationship not yet"
"I don't but I'd rather have sex with someone who doesn't think I'm some slut or whore the next day" he said closing his eyes.
Dean snorted with a nod. "Is that your way of saying in a way that I'm a slut or whore"
"No"
"Liar" Dean said sharply picking at fingernail. "I know you"
"You're not a whore, Dean"
"Yeah I am"
"Dean…"
"I am! We both know it, I seen the way you looked at me when I thought I got that girl Maria pregnant or when I thought I had an STD" he said with a sigh sitting up. "I know it's wrong and I shouldn't be doing it but the thought of a relationship just…I can't"
Castiel stared at him for a long moment. "I wouldn't expect anything else, Dean, and I'm not judging you or calling you a whore because you're Dean"
"That's a lame ass excuse"
"It's the truth" he said staring at him with wide eyes. "You're Dean, you're my best friend, and I would never judge you, call you names, or do anything bad enough to hurt you"
"Promise"
"Yes, Dean, I promise" he said with a small smile when Dean grinned at him.
"Good, right, shall we go get you a nice…greasy….sausage, bacon, and egg sandwich dripping in fat, oil…" he said and laughed when Castiel groaned shaking his head heading to the bowel.
"I hate you!" he said into the bowel.
"No you don't, I'm your Dean" he said with a chuckle leaning his head back to look up at the ceiling feeling elated and knowing they were going to be okay. It was a wonder what the future would bring them and he could only hope it was pure awesomeness.
A/N: Aw, thank you for the reviews! Pre-warning, happiness and teenage happiness of cuteness, fluff, and spooning will come to an end when one of them in future chapters is going to start taking drugs. Ten guesses who….ahaha so yeah, it's a warning now.
