filler chapter, there may actually be a few. enjoy and sorry for the wait! D:

"Sam. Sam. Sammy. Samantha. Sam. Sam. Sam. Saaammmm-"

"Oh, my god, Dean, what?" Sam spun his chair around to face Dean, sighing and slamming his pen down on the table. Dean just frowned and crossed his arms.

"Nevermind."

"Oh, my god, Dean, what do you want?" Sam asked again.

Dean sighed and uncrossed his arms, leaning his elbow on Sam's computer table and spinning his chair in little half circles. "Im bored. Cas isnt here." He frowned down at the table.

Sam just laughed. "He has friends, you know. He cant spend all of his time with you." He turned back around, picking his pen up and biting the end of it as he looked down at his equations.

See, Castiel had gone to hang out with a friend earlier that Saturday morning and Dean had been sitting in Sam's room, bothering him, for hours. Since he first moved in, Castiel had stuck to staying inside and studying and reading and talking with Dean. It was the first time he had gone out to do something with his friends, Charlie and Garth, and Dean was bored. He had gotten used to Castiel's presence constantly by his side, helping him cook and trying to teach him how to draw, orjust sitting on Dean's bed while one of them read to the other.

"I know," Dean said quietly.

He could almost hear Sam roll his eyes. "Then stop pouting and leave my room. Im trying to do my homework. Why didnt you just go out with him and his friends? He said you could."

Dean scrunched up his nose. "I dont know them. It'd be all weird and awkward." He had thought about going but he didnt know Castiel's friends and as far as he knew, they hated him just as much as Dean's friends didnt like Castiel, much to Dean's disappointment.

"Go read or something," was all Sam said in response to that, grabbing a cap eraser and throwing it at Dean's head. Dean just scowled and ducked before it hit him, sticking his tongue out at Sam as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Yes, Dean was sulking. He would never admit it out loud, but he was. He was bored and he was mad at most of his friends for the way they had been treating Castiel the past few weeks, and before that, even. He wanted Cas to be home so he could finish reading the last chapter o Cat's Cradle to him. They had been passing the book back and forth the past few days and it was Castiel's turn to read.

Eventually, Dean just sighed and walked into his own bedroom, flopping down on his bed with a soft thump and pulling out his cell phone, opening a blank message to Castiel.

when r u coming home?

Dean read over it and sighed. Too clingy.

Sam is driving me crazy. when r u coming home?

Too whiny.

im bored, get ur ass home.

Dean rolled his eyes and sent it, throwing his phone down only to pick it up moments later and text Lisa.

Dean had asked her out the day after Dean's terrible advice and she had said yes. It had been alright, the few days they'd been dating. Lisa's son, Ben, was surprisingly awesome. He laughed and smiled when Dean played Led Zeppelin and AC/DC and he could say Dean's name already. Lisa was great. She was nice and funny and drop dead gorgeous. But Dean didnt feel, as cheesy as it sounds, connected with her. Heck, he still spent more time with Cas than he did with Lisa.

Dean rolled over on his stomach as his phone buzzed. It wasnt Cas, much to his dismay, but Lisa, asking if he wanted to take Ben to the park or something. He didnt know why, but he lied, telling her he was busy. He didnt even know why he had texted her to begin with. He barely remembered what he said.

After Lisa's next text, Dean, are you drunk...? he went back and checked what he had originally sent her.

hey, lisa. u wanna hang out or something? (:

He mentally face-palmed, texting her back and telling her he forgot he had to help his brother with a project, which, as everyone knew, if, in any situation, would be the other way around. Sam, even though he was four years younger than Dean, was already smarter than him, and Dean couldnt be more proud of his little brother.

okay, well if you want to hang out later, call me.

Dean just sighed and threw his phone back down, grabbing his pillow and holding it over his face, mumbling into it.

At some point, Dean had, apparently, fallen asleep, because before he knew it, he was being lightly shaken awake. He grumbled and slapped the persons (soft) hands away, mumbling go away and rolling over. He heard a familiar, heavy sigh and the bed dent down where someone sat behind him.

"Dean. Get up, come on." It was Cas' voice. Cas was trying to wake him up.

"Up and at 'em, Winchester!" And... Charlie's voice?

Dean jumped up and turned around to face the three people in his room, Castiel sitting on the bed and Charlie and Garth standing behind him. Charlie had her arms crossed and an impatient look on her face and Garth just looked... pleased.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were out," Dean said, pulling his hand up to rub at his eyes.

Castiel nodded, standing up. "Yes. We were. But Sam texted me and told me you were... sulking? He told me to come get you and take you out of the house." He shrugged. "So lets go."

Dean sat back down and frowned, grabbing his phone and playing with it. "I dont wanna," he said sleepily, looking up at Castiel, then back at his friends. He felt self-conscious with them looking around his room the way they were, Garth studying his bookshelf and Charlie looking over his posters and everything on his walls.

"Okay," he said after an uncomfortable silence. "Lets just go. Sammy's gonna bitch if I dont." He rolled his eyes and shoved his phone into his back pocket, standing up and grabbing his jacket off his computer chair. It wasnt really cold outside, in fact it was kind of warm, but Dean always carried his jacket with him. Just in case.

"Woah, the mighty Dean Winchester hanging out with us peasants? The world is ending," Charlie said sarcastically and Dean just rolled his eyes.

"Cas aint a peasant. I dont know about you guys but you cant be that bad," he shrugged, yawning, and followed them out of his room.

Garth just scoffed. "You have some ulterior motive for hanging out with Castiel, right? Like shaming him or I dont know, like reading his diary on the morning announcements or something?"

"Cas doesnt have a diary," Dean said at the same time Castiel said,

"I dont have a diary."

Charlie and Garth just looked between them and Dean just smiled, sticking out his tongue at them. "Cas is my friend," he shrugged. "Hes good company and he helps me with my homework." He bumped his shoulder with Castiel's and smiled at him.

Castiel just nodded and bumped his shoulder back. "Dean is okay, Garth, you do not have to interrogate him because youre worried about me. Youre not my mother," he said, but Dean could tell he was touched by his friends' concern. Dean was kind of touched, too. He was tired of seeing and hearing about people treating Cas like shit.

"So, Dean, what's Cas' middle name, if you guys are so close?" Charlie asked jokingly.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Edward."

Charlie nodded. "Favourite colour?"

"Doesnt have one, but if he had to choose, it'd be green."

"Favourite band?"

"The Receiving End of Sirens."

"Natural eye coulour?"

"Blue. He doesnt wear contacts." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Okay, smart guy," Charlie said as they started walking down the sidewalk, Charlie beside Dean and Garth and Cas in front of them, listening to them. "What's his... hm. Whats his favourite gum?"

"Wintergreen," Dean answered, looking down at the time on his phone. It was shortly after four in the afternoon.

As they turned a corner, Dean could make out the hint of a smile on Castiel's face.

Charlie nodded. "Youre alright, Winchester.''

Dean nodded and nudged her elbow with his. "Damn straight," he said with a wink, and Charlie rolled her eyes.

"Im gay, Dean, dont even try to flirt with me," she said, and Castiel froze, causing both Charlie and Dean to run into him, stumbling into each other in the process. "What the hell?"

"Sorry, I just.. Sorry." He shook his head and kept walking. Charlie just rolled her eyes.

"I wasnt flirting with you," Dean said.

Charlie nodded. "Good. Because we're going to see my girlfriend." She smiled and Dean nodded.

"Does she go to our school?" he asked as they rounded another corned. He looked up to see if he knew where they were going yet; it looked familiar. It was the route their bus used to take.

"Nope. She's homeschooled," she said and Dean nodded again.

xx

Hanging out with Castiel's friends was funner than hanging out with his old friends. Garth turned out to be pretty funny. By the end of the night, Dean didnt want to rip his head off anymore. He liked Charlie more, though. She was funny, and they had the same taste in a lot of things and she understood his pop culture references, unlike Castiel, and she didnt get grossed out by his perverted jokes, unlike Sam. Her girlfriend was nice too and they all ended up exchanging numbers.

Both Dean and Castiel went home smiling that night.