Gossip girl here. Your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite. And boy, what a weekend it has been. The Winchesters have disappeared off the map, Mary and John whisked away to their home in the Hamptons (no doubt to avoid Sam who is on an anger rampage) and Sam Winchester has taken refuge in his room, and has not allowed Ruby entrance (not that she hasn't tried). But even more scandalous still is where Dean Winchester has been found on this lovely, Sunday morning.


"Mrs. Hurst sang with her sister," Castiel read, sitting on his bed, his legs crossed one over the other, a pillow in back of him to keep his back comfortable. Dean was lying with his head on Cas' thigh, his eyes closed and a small smile playing his lips. "And while they were thus employed, Elizabeth could not help observing, as she turned over some music-books that lay on the instrument, how frequently Mr. Darcy's eyes were fixed on her. She hardly knew how to suppose that she could be an object of admiration to so great a man; and yet that he should look at her because he disliked her, was still more strange. She could only imagine, however, at last that she drew his notice because there was something more wrong and reprehensible, according to his ideas of right, than in any other person present. The supposition did not pain her. She liked him too little to care for his approbation."

Dean grinned a little but kept his eyes closed. "She's just stubborn."

"She was a modern woman." Castiel said, putting his bookmark into his book and closing it, setting it on his nightstand.

"So women of this day and age are stubborn?"

Castiel frowned. "Stop making me sound rude." he flicked Dean's ear, making him chuckle lightly and open his eyes. He swatted Castiel's hand away and sat up grinning, moving closer to him and kissing his lips lightly.

Kissing Dean was easy, like breathing. Castiel knew every time that they touched their lips together that he would never want his lips to touch any other man. Dean's were soft, though when he got really excited, his kisses got a little rough, and it was always Castiel who had to bring him back. Dean seemed to want to move quickly with Castiel, which he found funny, knowing full well that this was Dean's first time with a man, regardless of the way he acted so carefree about it. But maybe this was as easy for Dean as it was for Castiel.

Well, the kissing was easy.

Dean getting excited...that was something different.

Dean has his hand on the back of Castiel's neck; he moved closer, their lips pressing together beautifully, before he stretched his legs and went over Castiel, straddling him. Castiel didn't get tense though, because this was not their first kiss. Dean was familiar, like everything they did, every new thing; it was like they had done it a thousand times before. Castiel wanted Dean bad, very bad, but the road to sex was paved with patience. That didn't mean that they couldn't have some fun along the way.

Dean rolled his hips on Castiel who moved his hands under Dean's shirt, over his back, feeling his muscles under his fingers. Dean's sexual experience with women, or rather, Anna, was surprisingly, rather good, but Castiel was damned if he was going to be lumped in with Anna. This was new for Dean, and though it wasn't for Castiel, this was the only one that mattered.

"Dean," Cas whispered, his hands grabbing Dean's hips to stop him. "Let me."

Dean pulled back, smiling that disgustingly beautiful, white toothed smile that he had and kissed Castiel fully again. "You gonna take care of me?" he whispered against his lips, his hands moving down Castiel's chest, down to the zipper of his pants.

Castiel caught his hands and bit Dean's bottom lip lightly. "Don't," he whispered.

"You're going to kill me." Dean whispered, catching Castiel's lips again. He removed his hands from Castiel's grasp, and cupped his face, kissing him like he was going to die, rolling his hips again. Castiel moaned into Dean's mouth, which only spurred him on more. Their tongues moved together, and their hips...Castiel couldn't think. He wanted to take control now; he wanted to be the one to make Dean forget himself. He wanted to push Dean up against walls in alleyways, he wanted to push their bodies together and watch Dean unravel beneath him.

So Castiel forced himself to take control now, one arm wrapping around Dean's body and flipping him around, pinning him down on his bed with his hips. Dean seemed for a moment like he was about to object, like being under Castiel did not speak to what he needed. But then Dean seemed to forget about it, because Castiel took it upon himself to kiss Dean fully as he rubbed their manhood's together. Dean hissed, taking his lips away from Castiel, his hips twitching, moving up to close whatever millimetre of space there was between them.

"Take off your pants." Dean whispered, yet, he made that increasingly difficult since he grabbed Castiel's butt and pushed him on top of his body, so that when their cocks were pressed together it was a little painful, but in such a lovely way.

"It's better this way," Castiel breathed. "It'll leave us wanting more."

Dean groaned. "Hell Cas."

Castiel grinned down at the lovely man beneath him. "Close your eyes." he whispered, kissing each one softly as the lids fluttered under his lips. He was breathing through his mouth as Castiel started to move himself, slowly at first, making sure that they were lined up perfectly, their jeans rubbing. The noise alone was enough to send Castiel spiraling, feeling Dean's erection through that, oh god, all the boundaries, it was all so arousing to him.

It was the pressure, the anticipation, the promise of release even without touching Dean's naked body...because this is what they did to each other. No matter what was between them, they wanted each other, and soon, if Dean continued being patient, he would get what he craved, they both would.

Castiel was rolling his hips in earnest, kissing Dean's neck between his moans. Dean was pulling on Castiel's hair with one hand, the other on his back, curling Castiel's shirt under his fingers. God, Castiel loved that he had power right now, Dean Winchester, Dean Freaking Winchester was under him, moaning out because of the way Castiel was rubbing their erections together.

Thank god no one was home.

Dean took the liberty of wrapping one of his legs around Castiel. He moved his hips with Castiel, grinning a little when Castiel moaned out as well, making the both of them even more wound up than usual. But Castiel knew Dean was more anxious that there were clothes between them, but Castiel loved to wait.

Castiel's thrusts were growing quicker now, and he also grabbed a hold of Dean's hair, and his other hand went to the headboard, his humps becoming very desperate. He was losing himself, becoming fast and his want reaching monumental levels. He was so close, and Dean's expression of lust wasn't helping, nor did Dean's movement of bringing their lips together, their tongues clashing awkwardly, messily because of their desperation.

"Cas," Dean breathed. "Please, fuck me."

And those words only sent Castiel deeper into his desperation for release. But he wasn't going to make it now, the undressing and the preparing, he could not fuck Dean now, not the way he wanted, slow and dragged out, perfect mix of a beautiful kind of pain and an even better pleasure. No, right now Castiel and Dean were both close, and Castiel needed to release himself. So Castiel kissed him again, licking deep in Dean's mouth.

Castiel pushed himself harshly against Dean, a deep sound rolling out of his throat, and then he came in his pants, stilling as the vibrations rolled off him. He collapsed on Dean but seconds later, but Dean wasn't done, and he rocked himself on Castiel, who gave back to him as much as possible, ignoring his tired dead weight, and then Dean came too not too long after, and finally he let Castiel fall on top of him without movement.

"Holy shit." Dean said with a laugh, his hands raking through Castiel's hair. "That was..."

Castiel didn't move, but he laughed against Dean's neck, his body very comfortable on top of the Winchester. "Well, if you're left speechless, I think I've done a good job."

"Good job?" Dean's eyes were closing again, his fingers making their way through Castiel's hair even slower. It felt so nice. "Cas, hands down, the best damn thing I've ever felt."

Castiel smiled, he smelt so nice. "Dean," he whispered, looking at his boyfriend's profile. "I think I can find my home in you." he wondered if that sounded as nice as it did in his head, or if maybe it was too soon to say something as serious as that, especially since neither one of them had said anything of the sort yet.

But Dean Winchester only turned so Castiel rolled off him. Dean got on his side and put his hand on the side of Castiel's face, looking at him in a way that was halfway between adoration and pain. He kissed Castiel tenderly, no tongue this time, just a soft, beautiful press of their lips. When he pulled back he touched his thumb on Castiel's bottom lip, and smiled.

"I think I already did." Dean told him.


"Sam?" Dean walked into the house, kicking off his boots. When no one answered her frowned and dropped his bag to the floor, from his weekend stay with Castiel. Sleeping on the couch had not been preferable, but with their mother and brother in the house, Dean didn't think it was appropriate to sleep in Castiel's bed with him. Before he went upstairs he went in his bag and got out the brown bag of cookies he had saved for Sam. Michael and Jo had made them on Saturday night, and there had been more than enough for leftovers.

It was weird for Dean at first, Jo and Michael being together since now he and Cas were...boyfriends. It was such a loose term, Dean wished there was a different word for it, because Castiel was more than just a boyfriend. But for now, until he could think of something, it would have to do, he supposed.

Naomi, though she looked strict, and according to Castiel, was quite strict, seemed fairly lenient about not only having Dean stay over all weekend but having people in her house all the time. Chuck wove himself in and out through the house all weekend, especially around dinner time, but when Dean brought that point up with Castiel, he did not look like he wanted to talk about it. So Dean didn't ask, but he would find out eventually what Chuck's back-story was. His curiosity was getting the better of him.

"Sammy," Dean said as he walked upstairs. When he got to Sam's room he opened the door and grinned. "Hey, that's my move." he said when he saw Sam on the floor.

"I figured you would know I need to talk if I laid here."

"You're not supposed to talk until I'm on the floor." Dean said, getting down next to him. He grunted a little before he got comfortable and then put the bag on Sam's stomach. "Cookies."

"Oh, thanks." Sam said excitedly, going inside the bag and taking one out. He bit into it and began to chew, still staring at the ceiling. "Did you make these?"

"Right." Dean laughed.

"Sorry, my mistake." Sam grinned.

"So," Dean treaded carefully. "I saw Gossip Girl; apparently Ruby's been trying to get up here."

"Trying and failing."

"You know, you're going to have to talk to her sooner or later." Dean told him.

"I choose later."

"Sammy, she had your kid."

"Yeah Dean, and mom knew." he sighed. "And dad thought bringing her away for the weekend would be the solution to what happened?"

"Dad probably needed time away from you Sammy, to talk to mom without immediately losing his temper with her."

"Well maybe he should."

"Maybe he wants to get the whole story before he automatically takes your side." Dean shrugged. He frowned when Sam only ate one cookie. "Dude what the hell I brought you back a bunch of cookies."

"I don't eat too many, they aren't healthy."

Dean rolled his eyes. "You don't know how to do anything."


Castiel passed the bowl of popcorn to Chuck on the couch, who had his feet propped up on the coffee table. They were watching The Mindy Project, which was one of Chuck's favorite shows. Castiel liked it too, not as much as Chuck did, but he had promised Chuck a marathon, and he held true to his word.

Even though Chuck had already watched all the episodes on Netflix.

"Hey," Castiel looked down at his hands as he spoke. "I have a question."

"Hit me." Chuck said, not taking his eyes away from the television.

"I was thinking, you, me and Dean, we should all go out, like for dinner." he said softly. "Or for coffee, so you could get to know him."

Chuck shrugged. "Sure, if that's what you want."

Castiel raised his eyebrows and looked over at him. "Really?"

"Why not?" he shoved some popcorn in his mouth.

"I don't know, I just didn't think you would have wanted."

Chuck grinned, but still didn't look at Castiel. "Look if you like him then there has to be something good about him." he chuckled a little and hit Castiel lightly. "Who knows, maybe he'll like me so much that we'll have a full on love triangle on our hands."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "You are ridiculous."

"You love me." Chuck shot some popcorn at him.


When Ruby heard someone knocking on her bedroom door, she could not help but hope it was Sam. She scrambled up from her bed and went to her mirror, wiping her eyes, hoping that he wouldn't notice that she had been crying for the past two hours. She ran her hands through her hair a few times; trying to smooth it out but then gave up. Sighing she went to her door and opened it. Who was on the other side was quite a surprise.

"Anna?" she whispered. "Jess?"

"Your sister let us in." Anna said, walking into her bedroom. She set her designer purse down on Ruby's bed and then sat on it, crossing one leg over the other. Ruby stared at her as Jessica closed the door behind her.

"What do you guys want?" she murmured.

Anna, surprisingly, did not have her bitch face on. "Ruby, what you did to Jess was unforgivable."

"I know," Ruby said, her tears coming back up again. "I know, and I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"Ruby," Jess said softly. "That's not why we're here."

"What?" she asked, looking at Jess put her hand on her shoulder.

"Ruby, you had a baby and you didn't tell us." Jessica said, squeezing her. "I don't care what happened with Sam. You were going through something like that, and didn't think you could tell us."

Anna nodded. "Look, this little war was fun, and while Jessica is willing to forgive you so easily, I am not." but then she smiled. "But we can talk about the terms of your entrance back into the group another day. For the rest of this afternoon we have nail, massage and hair appointments."

Ruby couldn't help herself. She started to cry, half laughing, and her head in her hands. Jess hugged her from the side, and Anna got up to join her.

"We may fight," Anna whispered. "But we are best friends."

Jess pulled away and wiped some tears away from Ruby. "Now we just got to get through to Sam."


And so our first week back to school ends with at least one happy thing, the mean girls are back together. I have to say, I am a little disappointed that this fight didn't drag itself out, but now we have something even more exciting to look forward too. Ruby has to work her way back in, Sam still hasn't confronted her about his baby, and Dean Winchester, well I've never seen someone so good at avoiding his parents. But Sundays are for relaxing, and well, quite frankly, I think our upper east siders deserved a break. I'm sure that come Monday morning, we will be back to the cold war. As for me, I'm going to go curl up on my couch with some Netflix myself, and enjoy the calm before the storm. You know you love me, xoxo Gossip Girl.