After waking up many times from countless dreamless naps, realising his inability to be able to get to sleep fully, Dean lay on his back staring a the ceiling. He ran things over in his mind although tried to think of many things, but his brain was on a constant repeat. All Dean would hear again and again were Cas' soul crushing words;

'Sorry for what dean? For lying to me, humiliating me, for making me fall in love with you all over again or for breaking my heart, again…yes that ones a keeper!... Your drunk, you're always drunk! ...You know how I feel Dean, and it's killing me here…Just stay away from me okay'

All he could see was Cas' distressed teary face as he walked out of Dean's life. Dean clenched his eyes, closed tightly trying to bloke the heart breaking, tear provoking memories from his mind.

All too soon the sunrays were streaming through the cracks in Dean's curtains, and rested on his face, highlighting the stains on his cheeks from the countless tears that fell the night before. Before long the intruding light that hit Deans loosely covered green eyes, was too much of an annoyance for Dean not to move. After hours of him laying there awake frozen and motionless on his bed, Dean thought he was perhaps more awake than any normal person would be at 6:30am.

Dean heavy footedly made his way downstairs, he reached the kitchen where he saw Anna, still sitting on the stool asleep, resting her head gently on her hands. Dean also saw Sam, who was sleeping dangerously close to her on the other stool. It was clear they were up late talking, Dean was certain about him.

Dean stood behind the dreaming Sam, looking at his fragile neck that would be so easy to snap. Dean raised his hand as if to try but instead slammed it down on the counter, with a loud bang shocking Sam and Anna awake,

"Hey Sammy" Dean greeted his brother with polite detest

"Dean?" Sam still half asleep didn't completely believe it was really Dean standing before him especially considering the obviously early hour.

Dean didn't say anything else and walked away. He walked towards the basement convinced his 'friends' were still there, they were drunk and it was the early hours of the morning when the incident occurred they could hardly stumble home. Well Cas did, this lingered in Dean's thoughts for a second as he stood in the door frame. After shaking his head to push that thought away he descended down the stairs.

Sure enough there they were; chuck had had a little too much Dutch courage and was lying topless on the sofa, he was covered in 'love' marks and holding a sleeping Becky in his arms. There bodies were entwined it was, cute. Even if it did look a little uncomfortable for them, and a little awkward for everyone else.

Not that anyone could see this; they were all past it and sleeping in many places and positions. Meg somehow, but not surprisingly had discarded her top and was sleeping, revealing her purple push up bra and naval piercing, she was asleep on her back holding the empty vodka bottle in her hand. Meg was a self proclaimed slut and was proud. Ruby was Meg's best friend and was less experienced than her, but in no way more innocent, she to asleep next to meg on the floor, top on.

Jo was slumped on the armchair with Gabriel at her feet; he seemed to be hugging her legs. Dean looked around, he couldn't see Uriel. This slightly worried Dean, considering the sheer quantity he drank last night. Then in the background he heard the sound of retching coming upstairs, he had obviously spent the night with his head down the toilet. 'Well at least he didn't throw up on the floor and over other people this time' Dean thought as he turned to leave the basement letting them sleep.

Dean went back into the kitchen were he passed Anna on the way. She was going to the basement to go back to sleep and to leave the brothers to their own devises. She tried to catch his eye but he wouldn't even acknowledge she was there. This hurt Anna more than if he shouted at her, she didn't disserve to be ignored but she kept walking and disappeared down the stairs.

Dean turned to the coffee on the side and decided to make himself a cup, knowing his body doesn't function well before he's added caffeine. He blanked Sam as he did with Anna as he went to the counter top. Dean's stomach jolted and he felt a large bubble of breath get caught in his throat as he walked passed the fridge. The last place he was happy, the last place he saw Cas happy. Sam broke the awful awkward silence that had formed between them.

"Dean," Sam tried to get his attention. Sam was certain he had it despite Dean pretending other wise, so he continued "Please Dean can we talk?"

Dean was staring deeply into his streaming black coffee. He warned Sam off the subject "Don't."

But being a stubborn 14 year old boy, backing off was hardly an option for Sam so he persisted; "Dean,"

There's a saying, don't open old wounds, but you should definitely not take a fresh gaping wound and poke it with a stick, Sam had obviously never heard that one

"Please, I can't Sammy, I just can't." Dean suddenly sounded vulnerable and too some extent pleading with Sam to let it go. Wanting to talk about last night, but not wanting to cause Dean even more heart ache Sam didn't say another word and Silence fell.

Sam twiddled his thumbs as his eyes were burning into Dean's back. Dean was excessively stirred his coffee just for something to do. All that filled the kitchen air was the clanking of his spoon, against the ceramic coffee cup Dean held steady with shaking hands. Dean turned to see the eyes that he had been feeling for what seemed like years. Dean voice was quacking and waffely, Sam had never heard Dean so emotional;

"Alright! Jesus Sam okay, talk."

"They did it for you." Sam spoke quickly, it was something that had been on the tip of his tongue since Dean woke him up, so when he started talking the words just fell out his mouth at incredible speed.

"What?"

"Your friends, their not ashamed of you, they care for you Dean, they want you happy" Sam then gave his best innocent puppy look at Dean so he seemed more truthful.

"Yeah, just not happy with…" Dean spoke with spite and bitterness, but still couldn't bring himself to say Cas' name. Sam did not have this trouble and decided to spell everything out to his brother.

"Castiel Novak Dean, Cas." Dean had to close his eyes at the sound of Cas' name, it felt as though his heart stopped beating but he was being forced to continue living. "Every one could see how happy you were together and knew how freaked you would be, they kept your secret so they wouldn't scare you off or completely deny it and turn your back on Cas. Plus they, they didn't want to see Cas hurt even more then he was."

The last comment stuck in dean like a knife in his chest twisting at every syllable Sam spoke. Dean wanted to shout, to hit something, even storming off was a good idea at this point, only trouble Dean was completely frozen eyes fixed on the floor, he didn't want to listen to anymore but new what Sam was saying was true.

"I'm sorry Dean. I am but this is your mess and you can't blame anyone else, can't you see? You're the one that has to fix it."

Sam was pleading and praying Dean would understand and agree with him. Dean rolled his eyes as he turned back to his coffee. Dean didn't speak sarcastically but knowingly; "Yeah." Dean spoke into his coffee as he took another sip.

His words made Sam's lips curved slightly with joy of Dean's reluctant understanding. When Dean finished his coffee he went over and leant against the breakfast bar, it showed Sam he wasn't ignoring him anymore and they could talk properly. He caught Sam's eye and smiled at his smart arse little brother. Sam decided to push the subject;

"Do you love him?"

"What? Sam it's complicated."

"Dean, you have to say it, you have to say it sober." Dean stood to his full height and fidgeted at little, Dean's headed slowly began to nod and shortly after words that followed.

"Yes, I, I love him Sammy, I suppose I always have, I'm gay." Surprised how easy it was to say Dean said it again, relieved he is actually saying it out loud. "I'm gay."

"Dean Winchester." A strong voice boomed from behind him. Dean spun to see Uriel, back from the bathroom no longer puking but still looking like shit. Dean started to panic Uriel wasn't supposed to hear that. "You're still be a pussy, but at least you've got some balls now."

Dean couldn't help but smile, hearing himself say the words and Uriel's strange approval just made him giddy. Especially when Uriel came over and gave him a very manly hug. Dean's smile retched ear to ear.

"Dean?" Jo asked cautiously, not wanting to anger him.

"Hi Jo." Dean greeted her with a smile and she entered the kitchen.

"I'm sorry Dean."

"Hey its okay I know, I'm sorry for what I said." With the apologies out the way and both Dean and Jo smiling they exchanged a friendly hug which made Dean want to laugh. Sam was right they just wanted him happy.

It wasn't long before every one was in the kitchen, even chuck and Becky graced everyone with their presence. Though they did have to be filled in on the action they missed last night when they were, busy.

There was a lot of talking that Dean was supposed to listen to as they were all somehow talking to him at once, one question however caught Dean's ears,

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I don't know Anna."

"You love him, get him back."

Becky spoke with the wisdom of a five year old that still believed in true love and happily ever afters.

"If only it were that simple Becky"

"It can be, he loves you and you love him, what can be simpler"

Becky spoke and she leant into chuck how embraces her lovingly. Everyone was slightly annoyed at Becky's ignorance and slightly embarrassed for chuck that now had to endure this everyday

"We need a plan to get him back"

Meg said eagerly, she liked plan that manipulated people, to some extent this was.

"What kind of plan?"

Ruby asked wanting to help out, unfortunately brains did not mix well with complete common slut so they couldn't think of anything.

It was Anna and Jo that after some whispering dragged Dean to the basement, which everyone soon followed. After setting Dean on the sofa, gave him a pile of DVD's that were all pink cased after a confused look from Dean, he went through them reading the titles out loud

"The notebook, The proposal, When Harry met Sally, P.S. I love you? Seriously?"

"Watch them"

Jo told Dean, Dean merely laugh and tried to stand, before being pushed down again.

"The rest of you boys too, you could all do with lessons in love"

"No fucking way"

"Watch them or ill tell mum and dad about your parties"

Sam voice came from the middle of the crowd. Dean had forgotten the leverage Sam had over him, all of the guys looked defeated and the girls looked elevated and ecstatically giddy.

"Fuck you bitch"

"You'll thank me later jerk"

The boys slowly made their way to the sofa as ruby pressed play, on came when 'Harry meet Sally', Sam and the girls left the boys in the basement to watch the films. Sam went to finish his homework and the girls went to the mall.