Author's note- I think I'm only going to write three or more chapters of this story, think it's time I wrap it up. If anyone has any suggestions (except for smut) please let me know and I'll see what I can do. :)

Little tiny spoiler- The information about witches is just from Wikipedia, my own head and John Winchester's journal.

WARNING FOR BAD USE OF LANGUAGE.

Disclaimer- I do not own Supernatural, or any of the characters, nor am I making any money off of this.


"You have a wonderful group of friends Dean," Castiel complements as they walk through a sea of students heading to class. Castiel feels strange that he's still in the building, usually he'd be home by now.

Deans looking over at Castiel as he's walking, the other students in the hall stepping out of his way. A few give Dean and Castiel weird glances but most don't even notice that they're walking together.

"They're not even friends anymore, they're my family. Jo's an old family friend and her step father is Bobby Singer, I work part time in his auto shop and Ellen- Jo's mother, his wife- owns the Road House, best burgers in the country. Jo and Ash are actually brother and sister." Dean laughed at Castiel's expression and they pushed their way out of the building into the parking lot. "Bobby and Ellen adopted him when he was a baby.

"Charlie's like the little sister I never wanted and indubitably Jo and Charlie are an awesome nightmare when you mash them together.

"Chuck and Kevin are crazy smart in literal terms, Chuck's a God and Kevin's his prophet." Castiel titled his head to the side in confusion and Dean smirked before continuing. "Kevin's the only one that can understand what the fuck Chuck is saying half the time. I'm sure you noticed his stutter? It's a side effect from all the sugar he consumes."

By now Castiel and Dean where at the Impala, Castiel admired her beauty while Dean unlocked her and threw his backpack over the front and into the back. Castiel followed suit and soon Dean was continuing his impromptu explanation of his family while pulling out of the high school.

"Garth just kind or showed up one day and fit right in." Dean shrugged absently. "Hey," he said a second later. "I still have your mix tape in my pocket."

Castiel flushed, embarrassed that he forgot. He watched Dean's hands as he fished around in his pocket for the old Walkman cassette player and the practiced precision he had when sliding the tape into his car stereo. Loud music filled the Impala and Castiel's ears but Dean turned it down until it was just background noise.

Castiel comes back to his senses when he leans back and relaxes into the passenger seat. "I'm in Dean's car. It smells like engine oil and leather and somethings that's whole heartily Dean."Castiel came to the conclusion that he liked the smell.

There's a beat of silence and Castiel's shoulders are tense when he asks Dean if this is just some well thought out elaborate joke.

The corners of Deans mouth turn down and the takes his eyes off the road to look over at Castiel, meeting his eyes. "I promise this isn't a joke, Cas."

Castiel's shoulders relax and his foot taps in time with the music.

Dean turns his focus back to the road and shyly flicks his eyes back to Castiel then back again. "I actually really like you and I've been meaning to ask you out for a while. I just- I've been trying to come up with this fool proof plan to get you to say yes and then Charlie and Jo caught on and I had to try and keep them away from you do they didn't blurt it out and spoil everything."

A dopey smile had graced Castiel's features while Dean confessed.

"Everyday after school Sam asked me 'have you asked him out yet?' I'd had the mix-tape idea for almost a month now, ever since I saw Guardians Of The Galaxy. You kind of speed up the process when you broke that jar in art. I'd never heard anyone swear that much before."

Castiel's cheeks flamed and he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm not going to apologize for my vocabulary." He said and Deans eyes crinkled when he laughed. Baby rumbled down the road and happiness coursed through Castiel's veins.

Castiel broke the silence when he noticed they were only a few blocks away from his house and wondered how Dean knew where he lived. That's when he remembered. "How can you read my mind Dean?"

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Dean slowed Baby down to a crawl and pulled up into Castiel's drive way. When he cut the engine, the sudden silence made Castiel feel uneasy.

"Do you believe in monsters Cas?" Deans tone of voice made him seriously consider the question before he answered.

"Yes." He answered strongly, folding a leg up underneath him and angling his body towards Dean. "Angels and Demons of course. My house is haunted so I believe in Ghosts. Vampires and Ware-wolves are are harder to believe in, so is Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny. The tooth fairy gives me the creeps, but those aren't really classified as monsters. Why do you ask?"

Dean nods and solemnly asks his opinion on witches, ignoring Castiel's own question.

Taking a moment to ponder Deans question, Castiel thinks back to all the books he's read on the subject. "Witches practice a varying degree of folk magic, medicine, spiritual healing, calling on ancient deities and archetypes and forces of nature. Witches are known to change into rabbits, cats and other familiar animals. Cauldrons, pointy hats, broomsticks. Witchcraft is seeking help or guidance from any spiritual source other than God." "Witches are fascinating, their beliefs and practices are-"

Dean cut Castiel with an angry sound from his throat, "I hate witches." Castiel patiently waited until Dean continued, "I don't know about Angels but Demons are real, so are Ghosts and Vampires, Ware-wolves, Ghouls, every monster in Chucks novels are real." Dean hesitantly looked over at Castiel. His expression was thoughtful.

"My dad hunts monsters for a living. He ganked a coven a couple of years ago with some other hunters and they must of missed one because she abducted me, took some of my blood and enchanted some creepy voodoo spell. When I woke up the next morning I could read everyone's minds. She cursed me in revenge for her friends. I don't think she counted on me actually liking the curse though." Dean chuckled darkly. "I can't turn it off, but I've learnt to control it." Castiel absorbs what Dean's told him, but it still takes a moment to process all the information.

"I'm sorry Cas," Dean says quietly. "I don't usually open up so easily."

"It's okay Dean," says Castiel. "I believe you." He then smiles at Dean and the uneasy feeling in his stomach melts away.

Dean exhales and the hard lines in his face disappear, smiling back at Castiel.

Castiel runs a hand through his hair, grunting in disgust when his fingers rake through Allister's milk and meatloaf mush that's now dry and crusty. "I need a shower," Castiel thinks and sits up a little straighter. "Thank you for driving me home Dean."

"You're welcome Cas. Don't forget your bag and your mix tape." Dean reaches into the back of the Impala and snags Castiel's backpack and drops it in Castiel's lap. He then removes the mix-tape and gently places in in Castiel's palm. Universes exploded under Castiel's skin where Dean touched him.

"You have questions."

"Yes." Castiel admits a little guilty.

"Go out with me on Sunday, I'll drive you around and we can get a milkshake from that 24 hour dinner." Deans smirk is cheeky and Castiel bites his lip and caves.

"Awesome," Dean exclaims. "Have a good night Cas."

"You to Dean." Castiel tightens his hold on his backpack and his mix-tape and slides out of the Impala. Shutting the car door behind him, Castiel whirls and watches Dean reverse and drive away, waving a little at the retreating four door, hard top.

"I have a date!"Castiel danced to the front door of his home and unlocked it. "I have a date!" He screamed into his empty house and laughed happily when he closed the door after him. Running up the stairs to his bedroom, Castiel flung his backpack onto his bed, feeling lighter and more stress free than he had in days.