EDIT (10/6/11): Just wanted to post that I took out a few of the flashbacks from the story because I felt as if they weren't really doing much except restating what's already known. So the Dean/Chuck/Ruby meeting scene is gone as well as the Gabe/Sam meeting. But since a lot of people really liked the Gabe/Sam scene I just moved it below the Author's Note at the end of the chapter. It's not part of the story anymore, but it's there for you guys. Consider it an extra tidbit. :D
Author's Notes: Hey guys, here's the next chapter and it's a MONSTER. Turned out way longer than I thought, but I didn't think you'd mind. :D
Show (SPOILERS): So I'm gonna take a wild stab and say you saw last week's episode...I'm just gonna flat out say it. CAS. IS. NOT. DEAD. No way, SPN has a way they do death scenes and that wasn't one of them. I don't expect to see Castiel for a long time, but he's not dead. No way. Dean has to give him back his trench coat and until I see a body you can't make me change my mind. Anyways, what are your thoughts on it?
RAFFLE!: Since you guys have been SO awesome to me and have given this story over 100 reviews (that's amazing!) within this next batch of reviews for this chapter I'll randomly pick one of you and let you guys create a character for the next chapter! I tried to think of a way to show you guys how much I appreciate your input and this was what I could think of, hope you guys like it. *hugs*
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Chapter Rating: M (Language)
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What You Can't See
Not even a near-death experience could make English with Professor Azazel look any better.
"This paper is worth one fourth of your grade, can you understand that? One fourth. Which means, if you fail it, your grade will automatically go down to a 'C' with there being absolutely nothing you can do to fix it. Do I make myself clear?"
The class, huddled together in fear, nodded.
"Good." Azazel smoothed out his three-thousand dollar suit, immaculately dressed as always, and stepped back. "Class is dismissed."
Everyone fled the room.
"I don't see why everyone's so stressed." Chuck said as they left, hoisting his huge backpack onto his shoulder, "Professor Azazel isn't that bad."
"The man's terrifying, Chuck."
"Alright, maybe he's a little scary." Chuck admitted as he and Dean walked across campus, "But his assignments aren't that hard."
"We have to write a fifteen page paper, Chuck. Fifteen pages."
Chuck shrugged, "I already finished this paper like, a month ago."
Dean sighed, "That's 'cuz you're insane."
"It's been said." Chuck agreed and then switched subjects so fast Dean was surprised neither of them got whiplash, "Oh! By the way, Dean, I think I've finally got a way to start book four!"
"Excuse me?" Dean asked, nonplused.
"For Supernatural," Chuck waved his arms around, "I already finished book one—"
"What? When?"
"—and the outlines for books two and three are solid but I just couldn't figure out how to bring Dean back from Hell. I mean, I can't have Sam do it, Dean made him swear he wouldn't. Plus, I got other plans for Sam." Chuck crossed his arms and nodded sagely. "Then, it came to me."
Dean braced himself.
"Angels."
"Wh-what?"
"Angels!" Chuck enthused, "Angels pull Dean outta Hell."
"Alright, I'll bite." Dean sighed, but he was nearly smiling, "Why do angels come to save Dean?"
"Well," Chuck leaned in closer, "not angels per say, but an angel saves Dean. Although, he does so on the orders of Heaven."
"Ok, ok. Who is this angel that saves me then?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Castiel, of course!" Chuck beamed widely, "It's just what the story needs right now! Sam and Dean have been fighting all these demons and stuff and finally we get to see the other side of it; angels."
"Cas saves me from Hell?" Dean was quite comfortable with that idea.
"He's your guardian angel," Chuck said and both boys grinned.
"Chuck, I think I have to start giving these books of yours a read." Which only made Chuck start flailing around in excitement and he dove into explaining more of the finer points of demon slaying and angel summoning.
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5-year-old Dean Winchester kicked at some loose pebbles on the driveway. Several feet to the side of him, where there was a small patch of lawn, sat his baby brother Sammy on top of a picnic blanket. Dean wished they were having a picnic, like they used to all the time before Mom died. Now they just used it for Sammy to play on when Dean had to baby-sit him out in the yard.
Bobby and Dad were arguing inside the house. Again.
Dad had moved them to Bobby's after their old house had burned down over a year ago, but he left frequently to travel for his work so Dean hardly saw him anymore. And when Dad did show up, all he did was make Dean copy all these fighting moves and perform several drills. Dean didn't really care because at least Dad paid attention to him then, and if Dean memorized something quick enough his dad would ruffle his hair and tell him he was a good kid and that Sammy was lucky to have such a great big brother. Dean lived for those moments.
Bobby didn't seem to think it was enough though, and he and Dean's father were constantly arguing about it. They didn't say much around Dean and Sammy, but Dean wasn't stupid, he could hear what they were yelling about from outside. It didn't bother Sammy too much, at least. As long as Dean took him outside and away from the yelling, he was happy.
"Dean!" Sammy was almost two and had just started speaking. His first word had been 'Dean' and said older brother couldn't have been more proud. "Dean!" Sammy called again, waving his chubby fist.
"What Sammy?" Dean asked from where he stood in Bobby's driveway. Sam could walk, but he knew not to leave the blanketed area as he still fell a lot and the gravel could cut his hands.
"Play." Sam pouted and crossed his arms. At his feet lay several of his toys, most of which Bobby had made for him out of bits of scrap metal and other materials. They were toy soldiers or dinosaurs usually, Bobby had made Dean big boy toys instead like his wooden sword and metal "army" helmet. Dean liked to dash around with both and a towel tied around his neck battling monsters and saving Sammy. Sammy liked to watch him too. As it was, Dean wasn't in a playing mood right now.
"C'mon Sammy, not now." Dean sighed. Dad and Bobby were still yelling.
"Play, Dean! Play!"
"No Sammy, maybe later." Dean stayed firm and Sammy dropped his hands, bottom lip quivering.
"Meanie."
"That's right, I am." But Dean had to look away. Why couldn't Sammy understand that serious stuff was going on? Dean couldn't sit and play right now, he was five and a half now, he had grown-up stuff to do, like stand and scowl. Dad did that all the time.
"Pwease Dean?" And oh God Sam's baby lisp was going to be the end of Dean one day, he knew it.
Dean sighed and slumped his shoulders. Now that he thought about it, he didn't want to be an adult today, he just wanted to be a big brother. "Yeah, alright Sammy. I'll play with you."
Sam's face broke out into a huge grin and he almost started crawling off the blanket in his excitement, but a stern glare from Dean set him straight. "Yay Dean! Love you!" Dean sat down in from of Sammy and grabbed some of the metal soldiers—he was always the soldiers, only babies played with dinosaurs—while Sammy started setting up his dinosaurs.
"Love you too, Sammy." Dean said and Sam immediately attacked his soldiers with his T-Rex, giggling in delight as Dean made exaggerated dying noises before sending several of his soldiers to attack Sam's Triceratops. Soon, Dean was so engrossed in their play that he forgot all about the yelling and arguments going on from inside the house. For right now, he was happy.
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"—yeah, so if you get the answer wrong then they smash your balls with this type of hammer they've got hooked up to you, it's hilarious!"
Castiel's eyes were huge.
"A-and, you watch this show?"
"Are you kidding?" Gabriel laughed, "I love it! Japanese shows are just so ridiculous." Dean was glad he had missed most of that conversation.
"Hey y'all, what's up?" he greeted as he came to stand behind Castiel and slid his arms around the shorter boy's waist. Castiel jumped from the contact at first but then leaned back against Dean's chest.
"Gabriel was telling me of this appalling television show he watched." Castiel frowned.
"I think it's funny," Gabriel said.
"I'd rather not know," Dean replied.
"I'll just have you know Dean, you missed an awesome showdown last night." Gabriel put up a finger, "Crowley and Balthy are worthy opponents indeed."
"D-did you just call him Balthy?" Castiel struggled to say.
"We formed a deep and lasting Bro-Bond last night as Crowley flayed both of us alive during the Halo tourney." Gabriel explained.
"It was quite a sight, if I do say so myself." Balthazar agreed as he popped up out of nowhere, as per usual. Dean had finally gotten to the point where he didn't startle anymore. "Yet somehow, 'm not surprised that Crowley could be that dastardly."
"H-he called you Balthy, Balthazar."
"Quite aright Cassie, just breathe."
"What's this Bro-Bond you talked about?" Dean asked with a smile, "Do I even want to know?"
"It's a deep lasting connection between two Bros that transcends all others." Gabriel said, "Y'know the saying 'Bros before hoes', right?"
"Uh-huh," Dean arched an eyebrow, "I'm not one to talk but that sounds kinda..."
"It sounds amazing, right mate?" Balthazar quipped, "Jealous?"
"You wish." Dean grinned, "Gabe and I have our own 'deep lasting connection', it's called Baby Back Ribs Sunday with Bobby, and its kinda epic."
Gabriel sighed, "It is pretty amazing. Best southern grilling I've ever tasted, in Kansas of all places!"
"You know, maybe some time this term we should all go over there one weekend." Dean suggested. "Just cook and chill out all day."
"I dunno, Bobby might have a heart attack seeing a whole bunch of teens coming up to his door asking to be fed." Gabriel winked and both he and Dean laughed hard.
"I would not wish cardiac arrest upon your godfather, Dean." Castiel said, which only made Dean laugh harder.
"Cassie, we really need to work on your conversational skills." Balthazar shook his head.
"Uh oh. This looks like trouble," another voice spoke up and Dean turned to see Lucifer coming through the crowd of students waiting outside the classroom, "My brother laughing is always a sign of danger." Gabriel gave his best charming grin, which fooled no one.
"Aw, bro you know me so well!"
"Unfortunately." And Gabriel pounced on his brother in the blink of an eye, both giggling (which Dean found even funnier and kept laughing, it was getting hard to breathe) as they swiped at each other playfully.
"Please take a breath, Dean." Castiel said after a moment of watching him and Dean finally did.
"Oh, by the way Balthazar," he wheezed as he regained his breath. Dean forced himself to ignore the squabbling brothers next to him, "you ever hear of a guy named Michael? From your school. Real popular?"
Balthazar raised an eyebrow, "Mate, that's like asking if I've heard of this thing called a phone. Everybody knows who Michael is."
"That popular, huh?"
"I'd be gay for him," Balthazar admitted, "in a heartbeat. Girls have literally tossed themselves at his feet before."
"Damn." Dean whistled.
"I talked about it with Uriel and Anna this morning," Castiel said. Dean figured he meant during their morning run that Castiel always went on with his friends while Dean was in English class. Except Friday morning, those were their mornings. "Uriel practically worships him and Anna said she's tried to ask him out three times...although, she never actually has spoken to him. I didn't understand what she meant."
"Anyways, what's up with our golden boy that you'd mention him?" Balthazar asked.
"Oh, Ava said he's having a party tonight and invited us." Dean said, "You ever been to one of these?"
"On occasion," the stylish blond answered with a shrug, "nice and calm, a bit dressy. More low-key than I'm used to, but I could see the appeal right now to you."
"Wanna come?" Dean asked, "Me, Cas, Ava, Jo, and Andy are checking it out."
"Sure, why not?" Balthazar said.
"Uriel and Anna said they are also going." Castiel added, "Although on their own, but we might see them."
"That's cool." Dean grinned, he liked Anna. Uriel kinda scared him though. "Hey Gabe!" Dean called out, to asked his other friend, when the classroom doors burst open and students from the previous class poured out and then it was a hassle getting in to their seats. Maybe later, Dean thought.
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Castiel carefully unwrapped his salad bowl he had gotten from the DC. He was sitting on one of the campus' sprawling lawns over by the statue of one of the founding fathers; Samuel Colt. Next to him lay Balthazar, draped across the ground as if he didn't have a care in the world, and to his other side sat Uriel and Anna. Another peaceful lunch.
"I'm so glad you are finally coming to one of Michael's parties." Anna said with a smile, her flaming red hair was quiet beautiful in the sunlight, Castiel had always said. Uriel and Balthazar never gave her enough compliments, but Castiel had been taught to always be polite to a lady and shower her with compliments.
"I have never been too interested in them myself." Castiel confessed, spearing a piece of lettuce with his fork, "But when Balthazar told Dean of it, he became interested."
"Well, I think it's great that Dean wants to come too!" Anna nodded, "We never really see much of him or his friends."
"Because you two never try." Balthazar yawned. "They're not hard to find, love. If you actually got up and used those little legs of yours you could see them any time."
"Balthazar." Castiel frowned at his cousin's bluntness.
Uriel snorted, "Why should we have to go to them? They can come to us if they're so curious."
"Right, because we're so easy to find off here, in this secluded little corner, at the edge of campus." Balthazar huffed, "Listen mates, I love you guys, you know that, but you two have done absolutely nothing to try and get to know the other students here. Nearly none of Heavens State has."
"Now that's not true." Anna frowned, "Michael throws his parties at least once a week."
"And who usually come?" Balthazar asked mockingly, "Oh that's right, Heavens State kids."
"Ava said that she and Becky have gone a few times." Castiel spoke up. Balthazar had never really gotten on well with Castiel's friends from Heavens State. Actually, he had never gotten on well with a lot of people when they had been there.
"Exactly." Anna agreed.
"Yeah whatever, at least Michael's trying." Balthazar glared, "All I'm saying is that you should too instead of just judging them all from afar. 'S not like we're better than them." Castiel thought it was a little funny that Balthazar would even reach that conclusion. Of course they weren't better than the students here, they were all from the same program, just different schools.
"I beg to differ." Uriel said firmly and Castiel nearly spit out his food.
"Uriel!" he gasped.
"That was uncalled for." Anna said.
"But not shocking." Balthazar muttered.
"It's true and all of you know it." Uriel continued stubbornly and crossed his arms.
"No it's not." Castiel said, heat coming into his voice. A memory of Dean, flustered and embarrassed at the differences of wealth between their families, came to mind and Castiel felt his jaw clench.
"I think people are getting a little too worked up here." Anna said calmly, ever the voice of reason.
"I apologize." Castiel amended quickly. Anna was like an older sister to him (she was a 9th Year after all) and he respected her wishes. But Dean's face still floated in the back of his mind. He and Dean were equals, partners—united. Nothing Uriel said would change that.
"Whatever." Balthazar said and flipped himself upwards, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Hey Cassie, ain't your class soon?"
"Oh." Castiel pulled out his cell phone, "Yes, quite soon. I should go." He stood up and pulled his bag over his shoulder, throwing his salad bowl in a nearby trashcan. "Anna. Uriel." He nodded to each and left with Balthazar trailing after him. Castiel waited a bit before sighing, "Balthazar, last time I checked you did not have Intermediate Fitness and Defense, why are you following me?"
"'M not following you." Balthazar answered innocently, "I am escorting you to your class."
"Of course." Castiel said flatly, but even he knew something was wrong with his cousin. They had known each other for a very long time. "It would help me a great deal if you told me what was on your mind, cousin."
"Oh don't call me that," Balthazar whined. "I know we're family. I hate it when you do that." Which was exactly why Castiel had done it.
"So then what's wrong?" the shorter boy asked, "You and Uriel have never been that close, but these past few weeks have gotten worse."
Balthazar actually fidgeted, which was something Castiel had never seen him do before. "Listen Cassie, I-I dunno, but a lot of things've been happening recently and—and I'm just not as sure as I used to be."
"Excuse me?" Castiel couldn't believe his ears.
"It's things I've been noticing ever since we moved here, to this place." Balthazar tried to explain, looking honest-to-god confused, "Things 'bout particular students, things 'bout certain ideals, things...things 'bout myself."
"Balthazar?" Castiel was actually worried now. His cousin swung to face him.
"All I know now Cassie, is that Dean and his friends were the best thing to ever happen to you...to us, both of us, I think. Don't ever forget that."
"What are you—"
"Oh look! We're here!" the blond said and spun Castiel in front of him to show the locker rooms, "See you tonight at the bash, Cassie!" And without another word the boy strode away, leaving Castiel horribly baffled.
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Castiel Novak gripped his best friend's hand as well as he could from the odd angle they were at as both children ran down the street. At the age of twelve, Castiel was shorter than his companion by an inch or two and all gangly limbs with a tangled mess of black hair that stuck up in every direction no matter what anyone did. Rachel Findré was anything but gangly at eleven years old. Although her long blond hair was pulled up in an untidy ponytail and her knees were a bit scraped from play, she still was a beautiful girl.
And she and Castiel were making a mad dash down the road holding hands as if their lives depended on it. Which it didn't. Rachel was just very tactile and energetic.
"Cassie! Chelly!" A voice rang out and both friends ground to a halt outside of a large, wall-manicured residence. The front door burst open and a young boy came bouncing out, shaggy blond hair flying everywhere.
"Stop calling me Cassie." Castiel frowned and crossed his arms, which meant letting go of Rachel hand but she just giggled, "Cassie is a girl's name."
"You are a girl." His only cousin and second best friend Balthazar grinned. He was already thirteen and stood taller than both other children. He was only wearing swim trunks as compared to Rachel's tank and shorts combination, or Castiel's slacks and buttoned shirt with his sweater vest.
"Chérie, stop teasing him." Rachel said, but it was hard to take her seriously with the large grin plastered across her face.
"N'écoute pas!" Balthazar waved his hand. Castiel was so used to his cousin switching to French that he didn't even care he couldn't understand. Balthazar spent the majority of winter breaks and summer vacations in France with his mother thus was fluent in the language. Rachel was as well, but that was because of the classes her father was having her take.
"How do you have an English accent if you're French though?" Castiel asked suddenly and Balthazar shrugged.
"Mum's English Cassie, got it from her. We just visit France."
"My name's not Cassie." He never yelled, but his frown deepened.
"Anyways, what are we doing today?" Rachel quickly said, "You said on the phone it was really cool!"
"Naturellement, petite soeur!" Balthazar bowed.
"I'm not your little sister." But Rachel kept giggling.
"To the backyard!" Balthazar cried and dashed around to the side of the house and disappeared.
"C'mon Castiel!" Rachel cheered and grabbed his hand again. Castiel followed, but only because he had no choice. Truth be told he would rather be up in his room (he was staying with Balthazar right now) reading one of his books. But first Rachel had wanted to play this morning and then at noon, once Balthazar had woken up, he had said they needed to come over.
Both children rounded the corner to find Balthazar in the driver's seat of a car. Castiel did a double take.
"What the?" It was rare he was truly at a loss for words and not just too shy to speak.
"Da' sent it to me from California." And Balthazar patted the door of his child-sized Jeep. "It can really drive too! Look!" He grabbed the wheel and suddenly the machine whirred to life and jerked several feet before settling into a smooth forward motion, turning when Balthazar turned the wheel. "Isn't it brilliant! Postal truck came while you were away Cassie, just unpacked it!"
"That's amazing Chérie!" Rachel cried and hugged Cas tightly around the shoulders. It was what she did when she was really excited and Castiel was near her. "Can Castiel and I have a go?"
"Sure!" Balthazar said as he pulled sharply up to the two, "I already played around with it for a full hour 'fore calling you two."
"Typical." Castiel sighed but a smile crept onto his face.
"Ladies first!" Rachel squealed as Balthazar hopped out and she slid in before taking off.
"That means Cassie should go first!" Balthazar laughed and Castiel smacked him far too lightly on the arm.
"I am not a girl."
"Your frowny face is really getting good, Cassie." Castiel exhaled slowly and just gave up, this nickname really seemed to be sticking with Balthazar.
"Alright, you can call me Cassie." he bargained, "But please stop calling me a girl."
"Bother you much?" Balthazar asked as they watched Rachel drive in crazy circles, laughing the entire time.
"Yes it does."
"Why?"
"What?" Castiel didn't understand.
"It's just a word Cassie," Balthazar shrugged, "doesn't actually change who you are."
"Well, yes. I know that—"
"Then why does it bother you?"
"Because I don't want you to think I'm a girl." This seemed to be going in circles for Castiel. He turned away from Rachel and faced his cousin completely.
"It shouldn't matter what I think, or anybody else. Got it?"
"No." Castiel frowned harder. His forehead was starting to hurt.
"Whatever." Balthazar sighed, "Maybe again later."
"What are you talk—"
"Why don't you like Rachel?" The taller boy said suddenly.
Castiel stared incredulously at him. "What are you talking about? Of course I like Rachel, we're best friends. All three of us."
"Yeah, but you don't like her like she likes you."
"What?" Castiel's head was definitely hurting now. "What do you mean?"
"Only you could be this...frustrating, Cassie."
"I'm frustrating?" Castiel sure felt close to yelling now.
"She's gonna ask if you wanna be boyfriend and girlfriend." Balthazar said quickly and Castiel's brain froze.
"Wh-what?" He knew his eyes must be wide.
"And what I know," Balthazar continued, "is that you're gonna say no, amour. What I don't understand is why? She's cute...for a girl, and funny and well—aren't blokes always supposed to say yes?"
"I don't..." Castiel was completely torn now, "b-but I've never thought of her as anything else. I like her as my best friend, why does that have to change?"
"Hmmm." Balthazar joined him in frowning. "I guess you should tell her that, when she asks. You've never liked any girl Castiel, but I know some at primary school who are fond of you. Rachel, Anna, Sofi."
"We're just friends, all of us." Castiel said quickly, "That's all!"
"I believe you." It was rare to see Balthazar so serious. "But haven't you wondered why you never like any girls how the other guys do?"
Castiel hung his head, although he had no idea why. "Sometimes," he admitted. "Is something wrong with me?"
"No." Balthazar sighed, " Maybe you're just waiting for the right person?"
"What if..." And Castiel wasn't sure where he stood on this point, but he had heard some of the other boys talking about it, and not nicely, "what if I'm waiting for a boy? Does that make me—"
"It's just a word Cassie." Balthazar cut him off, "Shouldn't change who you wait for." Castiel felt like he was one the edge of something, some understanding, but it was too much at that moment and he sat down heavily on the grass, looking at his stupid too-long arms and his too-skinny waist and his too-big feet and wondering who could possibly be waiting for him.
"I don't feel like playing anymore." he said quietly as he felt his cousin sit next to him. Balthazar clapped him on the shoulder.
"You never feel like playing Cassie." And Castiel almost managed a smile, but it died too quickly. Balthazar's hand stayed on his back though and Castiel suddenly found himself extremely thankful that he had this one family member that cared. Even if it was in his own messy, childish way, Balthazar cared. And that meant everything to Castiel.
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Dean was just pulling his long-sleeved training shirt on when he felt movement beside him. He looked over and saw his boyfriend stuffing his bag into his locker.
"Hey Cas, can't believe I beat you here. Usually you're already dressed and waiting as I run in nearly late."
"I'm sorry Dean," Castiel said, "Balthazar and I—"
"Dude," Dean laughed, "you don't have to be sorry. I was just making conversation. Besides, now I get to see you undress and change." He leaned up against his own locker and made a show of getting comfortable. Castiel blushed a bright red.
"Dean, there's a time and a place." But he really didn't have a choice and Castiel hung his trench coat up first.
"Yeah, like you waiting for me to heal before you jump my bones in bed." Castiel dropped his insignia jacket he was trying to hang and struggled for words, as well as air.
"That's no—I mean!—what I meant w-was..."
"Excuses, excuses." Dean waved his hand and lowered his voice, "Now strip." And it was extremely satisfying to see Castiel go, if possible, ever redder and have to lean up against his locker to steady his breathing.
"You're a monster." the blue-eyed boy finally ground out and Dean gave the largest most shit-eating grin he had. As it was, Castiel had to follow Dean's order as Fitness would start in a few minutes, but as he was almost finished he looked at Dean strangely.
"What?" Dean asked, "I like watching you change, I'm a perv, we both knew this already."
"No," Castiel tilted his head, "are you cold?"
"What?" Dean blinked, "Uh, no?"
Castiel frowned as he thought the day over. "You wore your insignia jacket for the first time since we've met and now you've changed into another long-sleeved shirt."
"And?" Dean said quickly and as casually as possible.
"You always said you liked to show off your..." the other boy paused and a pained look came over his face.
"Cas, you're reading too deep into things." Dean said, "It's freaking November...in Kansas. Yeah, it's getting colder. So I'm dressing up a bit, problem?"
"Dean," Castiel said quietly, "is it because of the scars?"
"What? No." Dean said, but even to his own ears that sounded bad.
"Dean." And Castiel was doing his frowning face that he was so good at. Dean crossed his arms and glared right back.
"I'm fine Cas, really." Two stubborn boys stared each other down.
Castiel ended it by wrapping his arms around Dean and pulling him into a hug, forcing Dean to drop his arms. Castiel brought his head up and his lips met Dean's in a kiss, one where Castiel demanded control and ravished Dean's mouth. They parted after a minute.
"Oh, that's not fair." muttered Dean.
"Please don't lie to me, Dean." Castiel said sternly and Dean swallowed any protests, "You are not fine...but that's why I'm here. I can help you, can be here for you. If you let me."
"It's..." Dean started but fell silent. He didn't know how to explain it. He touched his arms unconsciously and felt Castiel's fingers go around his hands. "I'll get over it." He finally said.
"Let me help." Castiel implored. For a moment, Dean panicked and it must have shown on his because Castiel pulled him even closer so their foreheads were touching.
"Didn't think you were big on PDA there, Cas." Dean joked weakly.
"There is nobody else in the locker room." Castiel whispered and Dean realized he was right. They were alone. It was then Dean realized that meant Fitness was going to start any second.
"Crap!" Dean yelled and grabbed Castiel's hand, dashing out of the room and towards the adjoining gym as fast as possible. They burst in the exact same time Rufus did.
"Almost late your first day back, Winchester?" he asked mildly.
"Almost sir, not quite." Dean managed as he pulled up next to Ava and Gordon, releasing Castiel's hand, but their fingers still brushed against each other as Rufus took roll.
"See you're still standing." Gordon observed.
"For the time being," Dean quipped.
"I'm glad you're back Dean." Ava chirped, "It was too boring and serious with just these two. Although, your absence did force them to work together more, they're friends now!"
"No we're not." Castiel and Gordon answered back flatly.
"That's precious," Dean cooed and Ava giggled.
"We can take this to the ring, Winchester." Gordon challenged, "Up for a good spar?"
"Aw shucks, I'd love to Gordon." Dean sighed dramatically, "But the doc says no sparing for at least two more weeks."
"That's horrible!" Ava looked horrified at the mere thought.
"So, that makes it a full month of no training?" Gordon also appeared sicken by the idea.
"No, no sparring." Dean clarified. "I can train no problem. I know my limits and have more control. Came up with a new warm-up routine last week, oh man, it's gonna be good."
"How can you train right now with your arms busted?" Gordon asked.
"First off, it was mainly the skin that was hurt." Dean said, "Muscles were left in pretty good shape, just need to be careful with the skin on my arms right now it all. Soooo..." he paused for dramatic effect, "this new routine focuses on my legs."
"Ooo!" Ava gasped, "That could be fun. You always were quick on your feet."
"Still am, sister." Dean grinned.
"Now I want to see this routine of yours." Gordon growled, his version of chipper excitement.
"Still a work-in-progress guys." Dean said, "But you'll catch snippets of it while Rufus has you doing sparring matches."
"You'll be working alone?" Castiel asked.
"'Fraid so Cas, least for the next two weeks. Don't worry, they'll be over quick enough and then I can get back to throwing you down on the mat and having my way with you." Castiel turned his customary reddish hue, Ava giggled, and Gordon gave an uninterested grunt.
"Alright slackers! Line up!" Rufus barked suddenly and the students scrambled to obey.
"Hey Ava." Dean said quietly as they stood next to each other in line, "I forgot to ask yesterday, but how are you and Becky holding up?" He paused, "You guys and Jess were close."
"Yeah." Ava whispered back, her eyes dimming slightly, "It's been hard. Becky's been crying a lot. It's why we started to go to Michael's parties, for something to do."
"And you?"
"I've been breaking a lot of things. Destroyed two of the school's punching bags."
"Alrighty then."
"Wilson!" Ava perked up suddenly as Rufus called out her name, "You're sparring against Novak!"
"Yes sir!" And she ran off to join Castiel at one of the training mats.
"Those two can get pretty scary at times when sparring." Gordon commented. Which, coming from Gordon of all people, was kind of intense.
"I don't doubt it." Dean deadpanned.
"Alright Winchester," Rufus said as he paired up the last of the other students and walked up to the young man, "you said you were working on a new routine?"
"Yes sir."
"Got anything to show so far?"
"Just the basics, sir."
"Give me a rough outline of what you're planning, kid."
"Imagine," Dean thought about it and giggled a bit at the absurdity, "a mixture of kicking and break dancing."
"Kicking?" Was all Rufus took note of, "Boy you know as well as I that most kicks are completely ineffectual in real fighting and even sparring. You leave yourself completely venerable."
"I didn't say it'd be used for offense sir." Dean replied and a glimmer of something came into Rufus' eyes.
"Well now Winchester, you are just full of surprises aren't you?"
"I try my best."
"Alright, get to training." Rufus waved him off and Dean went to a corner of the gym. Away from the others and began stretching out his legs. Yeah, it was good to be back.
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"Oh my god!" Andy squealed as Sam walked into his dorm after class.
"What?" Sam asked. Jo was sitting on Andy's bed leafing through a magazine, ignoring both of them.
"Did you see last night's Doctor Sexy?" Andy babbled as he ran up to Sam.
"Um, no?" Sam tried to back away but Andy grabbed him and shook him.
"Dave shot him! He shot Doctor Sexy! Shot him!"
"You said that already, Andy—"
"With a gun!"
"I figured."
"He shot Doctor Sexy! Doctor Sexy was shot in the back! I can't believe the writers would do that!" Andy let go but continued ranting, "I mean, it came out of nowhere! Well, I mean, I guess not. Dave's been pissed ever since Doctor Sexy refused to perform the face transplant on his wife—"
"What transplant?"
"—it could have saved her life, but frankly the risks were too great and Doctor Sexy didn't go through with it, which I totally agreed with and then BAM!" Sam jumped. "He just up and shoots Doctor Sexy! What the fuck!"
"Um." Sam was at a total loss.
"It's cool." Jo finally said, "He's been like this all day. I'm sure it'll wear off soon."
"Where's Dean? I need to talk to him!" Andy waved his hands frantically.
"Dude, Dean's still in class for the rest of the day. We won't see him tonight until the party." Sam said and threw his backpack on his bed, "Calm down Andy."
"But its Doctor Sexy."
"Alright, I can't handle him like this." Sam put up his hands, "Jo?"
"Andy, calm the fuck down sweetie." Jo said without looking up from her magazine and Andy deflated instantly. Sitting down next to Jo and burying his hands in his head.
"I hope they don't kill him." the young man mumbled. Sam did not get how he and Dean were so obsessed with that show.
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Jo patted Andy's leg and he seemed marginally better afterwards.
"Right then," Sam sighed, "hey, do you guys know where the grad students live on campus?"
"What? Why?" Andy asked but Jo just shook her head.
"Looking for Lucifer again?"
"What? Not again," Sam pulled a face, "just looking for him now...for the first time. I was gonna ask if he wanted to come to Michael's party."
"They're both graduate students, they probably know each other." Jo said, "Why do you need to ask him to come? Can't it just be us and Dean's group?"
"What's wrong with asking Lucifer?" Sam asked, "He's my friend too."
"You two are awfully close for friends." Jo said and for some reason that made Sam angry.
"So what, Jo? Man, what's your problem?"
"Listen, it's just." Jo paused and looked away suddenly, "Y'know, never mind. I-I take it back."
"What Jo, what were you gonna say?" Sam challenged but Jo just shook her head and that made Sam even madder, "What, Jo? WHAT!" He didn't even know where this rage was coming from.
Of all people to yell back at him, Sam never would have guessed Andy. "Back off Sam!" the other boy yelled as he stood up in front of Jo, "Leave Jo alone, she said she took it back!" Andy could look pretty determined when he wanted to, Sam suddenly realized, but his anger didn't abate for long.
"Why? What's wrong with me and Lucifer being friends?" he shot back, "We were friends before Jess too!"
"Don't you think it's too soon, though?" Jo asked as she stood up as well now. Her question took Sam aback.
"Too soon?" he echoed.
"You think you're the only one hurting about Jess?" Andy said suddenly and Sam focused back on him, "Jo and I were friends with her as well!"
"What does Lucifer have to do with Jess?" Sam growled, he didn't like where this was going.
"It's only been two weeks Sam," Jo said, although she didn't look happy about saying it, "and its like you're already moving on to someone else."
"What?" Sam was aghast. He choked on his words, "Y-you think Lucifer and I—" He couldn't even finish.
"Sam, he could be using how you're feeling right now to manipulate you." Jo said, "He's a lot older than us and he's always taken an interest in you, don't you find that odd."
"No!" Sam yelled, "We're friends! And it's nothing like what you're saying! Lucifer would never manipulate me like that! He would never use me! You say I'm moving on from Jess? Well I'm not! It's been hard for me too, don't you think? Jess is dead and Dean was almost killed! I am not ok right now! And Dean's dealing with his own shit right now and healing so you know who's been there for me, who's helped me keep it together? Lucifer! And he's never asked for anything in return, not once! So don't you dare say anything bad about him...ever." And Sam couldn't take it anymore. It was too much and he spun on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Andy and Jo, they just didn't understand. How could they?
Sam walked down the hallway and out into the night.
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"Listen guys, it's not that I'm not flattered, because I am—kinda, but I really don't think I'm your man." Dean's day was being hacked to tiny little pieces by two boys name Ed and Harry...again. "Yeah, I'm sure Ghostfacers is a great series."
"It'll be revolutionary!" Harry pressed. They were following Dean around as he tried to exit their film class. Dean was regretting ever signing up for it, but Beginning Film was one of the easiest classes on campus and Dean needed the extra units.
"We're checking out the haunted Wesson Hall next week. The entire crew will be there to film it!" Ed said.
"You mean the abandoned Wesson Hall." Dean corrected, "The one that's old and falling apart and off-limits to students."
"Yeah, it's so haunted." Harry nodded, "We reckon the ghost of a former student can still be seen during the light of the full moon."
"Oh my god!" Dean sighed and then caught sight of a familiar figure, "Oh! Hey, Balthazar!" Dean would take the cocky Brit over Harry and Ed any day.
Said young man turned at hearing his name and spotted Dean. "Ah, well there, if it isn't my cousin's better half."
"Well, I gotta go. See you guys." Dean said and ran from the two crazy ghost hunters. "Thanks man," he breathed out as he reached Balthazar.
"No worries, mate." Balthazar grinned. "What was that all about?"
"Oh man, you don't even wanna know." Dean said. He was glad now that Balthazar also took this class and resolved himself to maybe sitting with the guy every day if it meant no Ed and Harry.
"Right, so I saw Crowley and asked him to tell Chuck and Gabriel about the party tonight." Balthazar explained, "That's where we're going now, yes?"
Dean looked down at his cell phone, "Sure thing, Cas said he'd meet us there. Just gotta go get Sammy and his friends then and we're set. I really have to talk to Andy about Doctor Sexy last night—"
"That's fascinating darling, really." Balthazar said and Dean spent the next ten minutes it took them to walk over to Sam's dorms explaining the finer points of Doctor Sexy, M.D. to the older blond.
"And then...Dave shot him."
"You're kidding?" Balthazar looked torn between being interested and trying to play off that he didn't care.
"Yeah, it was really intense." Dean said as they finally reached the lower division dorms and went it, "Can't believe how crazy shit got but there is no way they'd kill off Doctor Sexy. He's just way too sexy."
"That almost sounds like good American entertainment."
"It's genius." Dean grinned and knocked on Sam's door. Jake Talley, one of Sam and Andy's roommates, answered the door.
"Oh, hey Dean." The tall, dark-skinned boy said pleasantly.
"Yo Jake, what's up?" Dean greeted.
"Not much." Jake shrugged and looked back into his room, "Um, Sam's not here. Neither is Andy."
"Huh?" Dean tilted his head and looked over to Balthazar, "Maybe they went on ahead?"
"Probably." the older boy agreed.
"Thanks Jake." Dean said and waved goodbye. He and Balthazar started back the way they'd come, "That's weird."
"But not unpredictable." Balthazar said, "We are the last two to get out of class. They probably just got bored waiting."
"Yeah, yeah." Dean sighed, "Just that's something Sam would usually text me about. Oh well, let's go."
"Now you're talking." Balthazar smirked, "The graduate students who live on university grounds are set up in either the townhouses by The Pond, or the old fraternity house at the edge of campus."
"And Michael...?"
"Holds his party at the Sigma Pi Alpha house."
"We don't even have fraternities anymore."
"I know, it's hilarious mate." Balthazar quickened his steps. "Now most of the students there are Heavens State, you and your lot come occasionally—"
"Maybe if it was advertised a bit more," Dean said as he hurried to keep up, "I've never heard of these parties before."
"Fair enough." Balthazar said as a vast and elegant house came into view. A few students were milling about outside and some could been seen on the balconies of the second floor. In front of the main doors stood a very imposing young man.
"Raphael." Balthazar nodded as he came up to the doors, "This is me mate, Dean."
"Hey," Dean nodded, glad he was wearing his entire uniform ensemble as Raphael was dressed in what he could only guess was a several thousand dollar suit.
"You can go in." Raphael's deep voice said after a moment and the two younger boys scuttled past.
"Is he always like that?" Dean asked.
"Yup." Balthazar said and threw his backpack into a small closet. Dean followed suit. "Raphael's got a stick up his ass, is all."
"Classy." Dean said and Balthazar snickered.
"C'mon mate, let's go find the lover boy and others." It didn't take very long. Castiel had neglected to take off his trench coat.
"Cas, you're supposed to take off heavy coats when you come to a party." Dean chuckled as he walked up to the smaller boy. Castiel startled at his voice but then moved quickly to Dean's side when he saw him.
"Hello Dean." he greeted and they shared a smile. "I'm glad you and Balthazar made it."
"Seemed like something I should check out." Dean shrugged, "Been here long?"
"About fifteen minutes perhaps."
"Well loves," Balthazar cut it, "I'm glad to see you two eye-fucking each other so vigorously but I shall depart now and mingle with the crowd. Feel free to do the same at some point." And he gave a hearty wink to Castiel before flitting off into the crowd. Dean laughed.
"Y'know? He's really started to grow on me."
"I'm glad you think so." Castiel said, blushing a bright red.
"Hey, seen any of the others?" Dean suddenly asked, "Sam and his group left before me n' Balthazar."
Castiel tilted his head, "I have seen Ava and Becky tonight but none of the others."
"Weird." Dean frowned. "Maybe we should look around."
"We should ask the host." Castiel suggested, "It is traditional for the host to meet everyone, right? And you have not met Michael yet."
"Good thinking, Cas." Dean said and took the blue-eyed boy's hand as they made their way through the crowd of people. There was soft music playing somewhere in the background and the entire mood of the place was extremely relaxed. Dean didn't recognize most of the students, but he figured that was because they were from Heavens State.
"There he is." Castiel said and surged forward, "Michael!" he called out and a young man turned to face the couple. The man was tall with dark auburn hair and hooded brown eyes. He had a pleasant grin on his face and was wearing a sharp suit that screamed class, but he wore it casually with an air of indifference.
"Ah, Castiel, right?" Michael smiled. His gaze shifted over to Dean. "This must be your friend you mentioned."
"Hi, Dean Winchester." Dean stuck out his hand and Michael shook it firmly.
"Yes, I know you." The other man replied and Dean blinked.
"You do?"
"You're the boy from the fire, yes?"
Dean frowned, "Excuse me?"
"The one that saved his younger brother from that fire a few weeks back." Michael explained, "I try to keep up to date on current events."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah that was me." Dean scratched the back of his head, "Didn't know everybody knew about that."
"It was in the papers, Dean." Castiel said.
"So, how are you liking the party so far?" Michael asked, "I'm always happy to see more Hunters students come by, this party was meant to be a blending of two schools but sadly it's a bit one-sided."
"Honestly, I didn't hear you were doing this until yesterday." Dean admitted, "But I like it, I guess. Just got here."
"We were wondering if you had seen some of our other friends?" Castiel asked.
"Oh yes," Michael said, "Anna and Uriel are right out back by the pool."
"No, not them." Castiel said quickly and Dean shot his boyfriend a look, "Dean's younger brother Sam and his two friends Jo and Andy."
"Sam Winchester I have heard about as well," Michael nodded, "I've been looking forward to meeting him." Dean raised an eyebrow. "Sadly, I've not seen any of these people you mentioned. Perhaps they just haven't arrived yet."
"I guess." Dean sighed. It bugged him that Sam wouldn't tell Dean if he had changed his plans or was off somewhere else, "Well, thanks anyways Michael."
"My pleasure, Dean." The man bent his head forward slightly, "Now I must go make my rounds and attend to other guests, excuse me." The two boys watched him go.
"He is very polite." Castiel commented.
"Yeah, he's alright." Dean shrugged, "He sure does know a lot though, that's a bit creepy."
"It's not creepy to be knowledgeable, Dean." Castiel said exasperated, but there was a smile in his eyes.
"Well, I guess since nobody else came we'll just have to have fun on our own." Dean sighed, "Jo, Andy, and Sammy must have decided on something else—"
"They are probably just not here yet." Castiel interjected, "Wait a while longer before growing worried."
"Only because you asked, Cas." Dean grinned and put his worries aside.
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Sam found himself staring at a large white door, hesitant to knock on it. He had been walking around campus in a rage for several hours before finally stopping at one of the school offices and asking where the graduate students lived. So here he was, at the townhouses, in front of Lucifer's door. He really shouldn't be here, but what Jo said had upset him. He knew it wasn't true, Lucifer wasn't manipulating him, but maybe they should talk about it anyways. Just so that Sam could prove to his friends it wasn't true.
But what if Lucifer took it the wrong way? It was a bit awkward to just walk up to somebody and go, 'Hey, I know you've been there for me the past few days so I was just wondering if you are secretly trying to manipulate me into liking you even though you are several years older than me and my girlfriend just died.' That sounded bad even in Sam's head and he winced outwardly. He really didn't want to lose Lucifer as a friend, but he didn't want Jo's words to eat at the back of his mind either. It was now or never.
Sam knocked on the door.
The were a few seconds of silence before the sound of shuffling could be heard and Sam wondered dimly if he should run away really fast and not deal with the problem just yet, but then the door opened and his choice was taken away.
"Sam?" Lucifer looked shocked to see him and Sam really couldn't blame the man.
"Hey." Sam said meekly.
"H-How did you...?"
"I just asked around." Sam shrugged, "I told the offices you were a T.A. in one of my classes and I needed help with school work, they gave me your room number."
"Oh." Lucifer still looked dazed and Sam really didn't blame him.
"If it's a bad time—" Sam started and his nerves left him then so he turned to leave.
"Wait! No, its fine, its fine." Lucifer said quickly and pulled open his door, "Sorry, I was just..."
"Surprised?" Sam said unhappily.
"A little." Lucifer nodded and ushered Sam into his apartment, "Uh, um, the place is a little messy right now—I wasn't expecting...but its fine. Really." Lucifer's apartment was rather large compared to most on-campus housing, but Sam figured that graduate students were in a class of their own here. The place was two stories, done in a loft style where the living room, kitchen, and bathroom were on the first floor and a small winding staircase led up to the bedroom, which was an open room that looked down on the rest.
The "mess" as Lucifer had described it, were stacks of papers covering nearly any flat surface. Said man was quickly going throughout the living room trying to tidy everything up.
"I like it," Sam said quietly, "it's a nice place."
"It's a mess." Lucifer fussed. Sam noticed he looked scruffier than normal, his hair was more mussed and the stubble across his face looked longer. It didn't help that he was only wearing some ratty jeans and a white tank top. Sam shook his head, he was here for a reason.
"Listen—" he started but the words caught in his throat. How was he supposed to say this?
"Is everything alright?" Lucifer asked, pausing from his frenzied cleaning efforts, gaze sharp and assessing.
"I..." Sam really needed to stop being a girl, as Dean would say, and suck it up, "I got in a fight with my friends." Sam buried his head in his hand. That was not what he meant to do.
"Oh." Lucifer paused.
"Oh god, I'm sorry." Sam said immediately. "Its—I sound like a total child right now, bringing my problems to you. It wasn't that bad. I don't know why I'm here, I'm sorry for bothering you."
"Sam wait," Lucifer's voice cut through him, "just calm down, its alright. I don't mind you coming here. Let's just...how about you sit down and tell me what happened." Lucifer walked over and led Sam to his couch, old plushy thing that it was, and pushed Sam down onto it. "Um, I'll get you something to drink."
"Oh, no. That's ok—"
"I'm getting you something." It was almost funny how flustered Lucifer was. Sam wished he were in a better mood to appreciate it.
"Here." Lucifer said a few minutes later and handed Sam a steaming mug. Sam peered into it.
"Milk?" he asked.
"Calms the nerves, you'll thank me later." Lucifer replied as he sat across from Sam on his coffee table. "Drink." Sam took a sip. "Now tell me what happened."
"It's not even that important..."
"It is to me." Lucifer frowned, "Now what's wrong?"
Sam sighed, "That's just it. That it's important to you."
"What?"
"I-I was talking to Jo today and she said that...she's worried about the amount of time I spend with you now." Sam stared hard into his mug of milk, unable to look up at Lucifer. He heard a slight hitch in Lucifer's breathing.
"What did she say, Sam?"
"Sh-she thinks you're, that you're manipulating my emotions right now—but I know that's not true!" Sam suddenly grew fierce, "I told her you would never do that. I told her that you don't want me that way, we're friends! And you've been there for me the last few weeks." There was a long moment of silence afterwards and Sam took another sip of his milk, refusing to look Lucifer in the eyes. "I'm sorry." He said, to break the silence and because it felt like something he should say.
"Sam, look at me, please?" Lucifer finally said and Sam chanced a look. Lucifer's eyes were large, an unreadable emotion in them, and his face was pained. Sam felt something in his heart pull and wanted to cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he babbled, feeling his eyes tear up and he really wished he wasn't so emotional, "that was a horrible thing to say, I'm so sorry! And after everything you've done and—"
"Sam." Next thing Sam knew Lucifer was in front of him, on his knees, holding Sam's face in his hands and brushing away the tears. "I told you; I can't stand to see you cry." Sam opened his mouth to say he was sorry (again) but Lucifer shook his head, "Thank you for standing up for me." Lucifer said quietly, "You are correct that I would never manipulate you Sam—"
"I'm sensing a 'but' here." Sam said worriedly. Lucifer let go of him and sat back on the coffee table, looking down and away from Sam.
"B-but, I need to be honest with you," he said, "I do like you Sam, a lot. Probably...probably more than I should." The words hung in the air as Sam digested them, his eyes widening slowly. "And you're wrong there, I do want you that way."
It was Sam's turn to be surprised. Although, it felt more like his mind had been blown up, thrown out of a window, hit by a truck, and then slammed into a brick wall. But surprised worked too.
"You—?" Sam couldn't form a sentence.
"I didn't want to scare you!" Lucifer interrupted, "A-and I know you'll never feel the same way—god, I mean, I'm so much older than you—but I really do like being friends, it's alright, that's all I need. I'm fine with where we're at. I'm fine with us just being friends, more than fine, I'm honored. I-I just...fuck." He ran a hand over his face.
Sam didn't know how he felt about what just happened.
He did know one thing though, "It's alright. I'm not scared." Lucifer's ice-blue eyes snapped up to his, searching, a flicker of hope in them. "I-I don't know how to feel right now," Sam said, "But I know I like talking to you, hanging out with you, and that hasn't changed."
"I'm not asking anything of you," Lucifer said. "Just whatever you're willing to give, that's enough." Sam gave a small smile. He felt exhausted, but also weightless, like something heavy had been lifted from his shoulders. Everything was out now. Sam took another sip of his milk.
"Thank you Lucifer." He whispered.
"You never have to thank me, Sam."
"No, I don't have to, but I want to." Sam shifted in his seat, "I'm really glad you gave me the milk." Lucifer laughed, it was deep and pleasant and gave Sam a warm feeling in his stomach...although that could also be the milk.
"So," Lucifer said after a moment, "how did you and Jo even get on to the topic of me?"
"Oh right," Sam had completely forgot about the party, "Dean, Cas, and I wanted to check out this party on campus tonight. I wanted to invite you too. Never know, might need you to save my life again."
"That's not funny." Lucifer said, but there was no heat in his voice. His face turned thoughtful, "I don't remember hearing about any party..."
"It's one of the grad students from your old school, he's super popular or something." Sam shrugged, "I was just looking forward to hanging out with Dean."
"Who's the host?" Lucifer had gone still.
Sam tried to remember the name, "I think it was Michael. Yeah, that's it. Do you two know each other?"
"Yes." Sam looked to Lucifer and saw the other man had gone pale and his muscles tense.
"Lucifer?"
"We have to get your brother and Castiel now."
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To Be Continued...
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A/N: So, how'd ya like that monster chapter?
Fun Facts: Sofi (one of the girls who had a crush on kid!Cas) is short for Sofiel, who is the angel of Nature. She fosters a love of nature in human hearts, which made me think of Castiel in the show and his Heaven which was a park/garden.
Reviews and nice and feedback is always appreciated.
Extra Tidbit: When Sam Met Gabriel
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14-year-old Sam walked happily back to his dorm. It had been a great first day at his new school. He was at last able to join his older brother Dean at Hunters Academy and finally get a proper education, not whatever it was that passed at public schools. He had moved in a few days ago and met his roommates, who he all got along with, and today had been his first day of classes, which had gone along better than he could have dreamed. He was going to be able to study everything he had always wanted and become a world renowned lawyer, and Dean was here with him.
Sam grinned to himself as he clutched his books tightly to his chest. He was still pretty small for his age, not even reaching to Dean's shoulder yet, but the doctor said he should start growing soon, at least his stupid bowl-cut was growing out as his hair got shaggier. Now that he was in high school, he should probably grow it out, that was the style now wasn't it?
Sam was so happy with everything that he didn't realize two people were following him until he was shoved hard into a small alley behind the dinning commons.
"Ow!" Sam yelped as he hit the ground, his books tumbling everywhere. He rubbed at the palms of his hands where they were scraped. "Hey, what's wrong with you?" he cried as he turn and froze when he saw two, much older and taller, boys standing over him. He didn't recognize either of them. "Wh-what do you want?"
Neither boy said anything.
"M-my big brother's Dean Winchester—"
"Yeah we know who you are." One boy cut him off and stepped forward threateningly. Sam flinched.
"You and your brother don't belong here." The other boy spat.
"What?" Sam asked, sliding back as both boys shifted forward.
"You're poor, your family ain't important in any way, you guys are nothing so why are you here? Only the best belong at this school." Sam tried, he really tried to remember everything his father had taught him about self-defense, but he had never been into it the way Dean had. He could spar well enough, but actually fight? He was so scared...
"Time to see what we do with kids like you." One cracked his knuckles and Sam scrambled back as far as he could until he smacked into a wall. He wasn't going to run, he wasn't going to run, he wasn't going to run—
"Dean." Sam whimpered and curled himself into a ball.
"OW!" That hadn't been Sam.
The brown-haired boy opened his eyes as he felt a shadow pass over him and feet land heavily in the ground in front of him. The two bullies had backed up away from Sam, one clutching his head where a lump was forming.
"Well, now. That was incredibly rude!" a playful voice announced and Sam looked up. A young man stood in front of him, golden hair falling past his neck tied back wearing a green jacket and jeans, in his hand was a large bouncy ball.
"What the fuck's your problem!" The boy with the bump now shouted.
"The fuck's your problem?" The bouncy ball guy replied sharply, "About to beat up a helpless 1st Year, yeah real classy, looser."
"Shut the fuck up!" The other guy's friend yelled and took a step forward. The golden-haired guy tossed his bouncy ball to a side wall where it ricocheted off it and struck the friend on the side of his face and he staggered back, clutching his jaw. The ball flew in the air and the young man in front of Sam caught it effortlessly.
"That the only word you two know? Fuck?" he drawled and tossed the ball between his two hands, Sam wished he could see his face. "You know I'm sure if I found you two a nice private room together you could work out all your issues...together. If you know what I mean."
"Fag!" the first boy shouted and this time the bouncy ball hit him square in the nose, blood squirting everywhere.
"Yeah, that would make your life easier." The playful boy laughed and then grew serious in a heartbeat, "Now leave before I really get angry." The two bullies fled without a backwards glance and Sam let out a long shaky breath. The bouncy ball bounced next to him and Sam flinched, shielding his head quickly. "Whoa, whoa. Sorry about that," the boy in front of him said quickly, "didn't think that'd scare you."
Sam decided to keep his face covered, wary now. "You just beat two boys bloody with it." He mumbled.
"Technically, only one of them." The other boy responded and Sam heard a sigh. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. A-are you alright? Can you look at me?" The questions were asked sincerely and Sam felt himself relax a bit and lower his arms, looking up. The young man who saved him had bright golden eyes that matched his hair perfectly, Sam had never seen anything like it. "Hey there," the boy greeted with a smirk and saluted to Sam, "name's Gabriel."
"I'm Sam," Sam said. "Th-thanks for saving me. I shouldn't have let them push me around like that."
"Fear does funny things to people." Gabriel said. He looked around the same age as Dean. "Good thing I was here though, yeah?" And he held out a hand for Sam to take, which he did gratefully and let himself be pulled up. Gabriel was actually a fair bit shorter than Dean, although still taller than Sam. "There we go, no worse for wear." Gabriel said and ruffled Sam's hair playfully. It was in that moment that Sam was overcome with emotion over what had almost happened and latched onto the closest thing to him; Gabriel. He hugged the other boy as tight as he could and started crying.
"Oh boy..." Gabriel sighed and Sam felt him shift awkwardly underneath him. "Well, since you're here," Gabriel said after a long moment of Sam sniffling and clutching to him, "do you by any chance know where the upper division dorms are? I have to check in to mine tonight." That got Sam to pull back.
"Y-you go to this school?" He looked at what Gabriel was wearing.
"I just transferred over this year." Gabriel explained, "Don't have my uniform or dorm yet, heh." He scratched the back of his head ruefully. Sam quickly ran over to where his books were lying and picked them up with one arm, grabbing Gabriel's hand in his other.
"My big brother Dean knows, I'll take you to him."