Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews and for those who have followed/favorited this story. I'm so glad you're enjoying it. I'm sorry it's taken me a while to update this. I've been super busy and I've been making changes to the ending of this. I wasn't happy with the way it ended and had no motivation for a sequel, so I made some changes to head the story back in the original direction I planned.

Anyway, it does mean the story will be longer. But for now, here's chapter 10 to keep you entertained.

Chapter 10

Dean woke up feeling a stiff pain in his neck. He'd fallen asleep still sitting up in his bed, which wasn't the comfiest position to fall asleep in. Groaning, he moved his arm to find that Jo had rolled over on the bed to sleep properly. Despite the pain in his neck, Dean couldn't help but smile softly at her sleeping form. It was just like normal finding her in his bed—or waking up to realize he'd fallen asleep in her bed.

Hey, just because they weren't romantically linked didn't mean they had a bad relationship. Their friendship certainly crossed some boundaries, but that was just how comfortable they were around each other. Anyone who they dated—well, anyone Jo dated—had to put up with that relationship.

Banging on the front door caught his attention. Dean glanced at the clock. It was 2am. Who would be at the door at this time?

It seemed to take a while, but the banging finally stopped, only to be replaced with a shouting.

"Where the fuck is she, John?" a man's voice shouted, "Jo's here, I know it."

It was Rufus. Dean frowned and shuck his friend awake.

"Hmm? Did I fall asleep?" Jo asked innocently, but then her eyes widened at the sound of the shouting downstairs. John was trying to tell Rufus that Jo wasn't there, but it was clear he didn't believe the man. And why would he? He'd likely seen Jo's car parked outside, "Shit!"

Jo got up and grabbed her jacket off the back of Dean's chair. Luckily, that was the only thing she'd taken off when she climbed through the window.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Jo." Dean grinned as she climbed out of his window. She was out of sight just as Dean's bedroom door was opened forcefully. It hit his wall, crashing as it happened. Dean just looked at the black man who walked straight over to the window and then glared at Dean.

"I know she's here, boy," Rufus shouted, just as John made it up to the room. Mary was close behind him, "Where the fuck is she?"

"Who?" Dean asked, sitting forward, not appreciating the intrusion. Rufus clearly wasn't in the mood for games, though, and grabbed Dean by the collar of his shirt. Dean fought the man's hands off, just as John pulled Rufus away.

"Don't you dare lay your hands on my son," John shouted, "Now, you can see, Jo isn't here."

"I haven't seen her since getting back." Dean lied convincingly, more angry at the fact that this man had just grabbed him. If he knew it wouldn't land him in trouble, Dean would have gotten into a fight, but he decided against it.

"She was here. I know it." Rufus pushed John away and glared at Dean.

"Prove it." Dean looked right into Rufus' dark eyes, daring him to make another move.

"That's enough," Mary finally shouted, "Rufus, you either get out of here or I'll call the police."

Rufus pushed his way past John after some deliberating and then stormed out of the house. It just left Dean and his parents, who were now looking at him.

"Where is she?" John asked, knowing that Jo had to have been here. He knew his son far too well.

"She isn't here, Dad." Dean answered, this time honestly. He just neglected to tell him that she'd jumped out of the window.

"She better not be," John warned him, "We've told you about girls in your room. Even if it is Jo."

John walked out of the room, quickly followed by Mary, who threw Dean a look mixed with concern and disappointment. Of course his parents knew that Jo had been there. They'd asked earlier whether he was going over to see her. But they knew there was nothing they ever had to worry about, knowing that both were just very good friends and that was all it was.

Closing his bedroom door, Dean walked over to his bedroom window and looked out of it. He wanted to make sure Jo had gotten away and Rufus was now gone. There was no car outside, so Dean guessed that everyone was away now. Hopefully, Jo would get home to her room without too many problems.

Settling back on his bed, he picked up his phone and went back to the previous text message he'd received from his roommate. It may be late, but he was going to text him back. Let him know he was thinking about him while he slept.

Sammy understands now. Think he's dealing with it better than I am. Sweet dreams, Cas.

D x

Dean sent the text with the kiss at the end without really thinking about it. When he looked at the message in his phone, he cursed to himself. How could he do that! That was going to screw things up completely.

There wasn't much he could do about it now. He could text Cas to say he didn't mean the kiss at the end, but that would probably cause more problems. So, he would just ignore it. If Cas brought it up then he'd find something to say about it but right now he'd ignore it.

Putting the phone back on his nightstand, Dean finally stripped down to his boxers and climbed under his covers. He flipped the TV off and got ready to fall back asleep. At least it would be comfier now having the whole bed to himself and actually sleeping lying down.

Just as he closed his eyes, his phone vibrated. The light shone through the whole room. It was probably just Jo telling him she'd gotten home, but he checked anyway. A smile played on his lips when he saw Castiel's name pop up. And then that smile turned to a frown as his heart raced. Had Castiel noticed the kiss?

I understand. You can talk to me if you would like. Sweet dreams, Dean.

Cas x

Dean smiled at the kiss at the end of the text. So, Cas had noticed and he'd followed on with it. That was a good thing, right? Well, it would have been if this was a girl. He was still confused over these feelings. But Dean couldn't help but go to sleep with a smile on his face. He'd take it as a good thing right now and deal with what it really meant in the morning.

The Christmas vacation was going relatively easy. Christmas Day was good just the six of them and Dean had managed to avoid the whole time thinking about Cas. Well, mostly avoided thinking about him. There were still times the guy would invade his dreams, but Dean didn't feel the pull as much. Maybe it was just the school that was doing this.

The day after Christmas, Dean got a text from Jo to say Ash was throwing a party and he had to be there. Of course he did. He'd not seen all his friends yet with some of them going away for the holidays. Everyone would be back now and he could catch up.

Ash's party was just like the many others he'd thrown. Alcohol was available everywhere, and Dean knew a few drugs would be around if he ever did want them. Not that he would touch them. His dad was strict enough when it came to alcohol. There was no way he was risking doing drugs with the ex-marine of a father he had. Plus, it just wasn't his style.

The music was blaring, and Dean was having fun with his friends. During the night, Jo had gone off with some guy—Max, Dean thought his name was and he didn't like him right away—and Kevin was off sucking face with some other girl. Dean was left on his own, just as Balthazar Miller walked over.

Great, just what I need tonight! Dean thought to himself. Balthazar was one of Michael Jenning's friends, and not someone Dean wanted to run into right now.

"So, it looks like the prodigal has returned," Balthazar's English accent went right through Dean. The dick had moved here when his parents split up, and rubbed his cultured past in his face, "Wondered when you would be brave enough to show your face."

"Brave enough?" Dean laughed, "I've not been hiding anywhere, buddy. Not my fault your team captain got in my face. How's he doing, anyway? I heard a shattered jaw can take a while to heal."

Balthazar turned his nose up, "You think you're funny."

"I think I'm adorable," Dean grinned, gearing up for a fight if he really needed to. He'd happily punch this guy's light out, "But I'll be your worst nightmare if you continue down this path. I heard about the trouble you and your friends have been giving my brother. Just because I'm not around doesn't mean you won't get what's coming to ya."

Ash walked over just at that moment, as if he knew that something was about to kick off. Dean had to admit that he was thankful, but the adrenaline was running through him now. He glared at the basketball player before walking away and going to one of the bedrooms. He needed to clear his head, and needed to get away from anyone else.

Just as he walked in to a room, he stopped. A dark-haired man was sitting on the bed, his head in his arms.

"Hey, sorry man," Dean apologized before starting to walk out. The man looked up, his eyes clearly struggling to lock on to something. Dean guessed that he was drunk, high or both, "You okay, man? Need me to call someone?"

"No." The boy shook his head and stood up. As he stumbled towards the door, Dean instinctively caught him, the door closing behind them. Dean felt himself trapped between this guy and the door, their faces close.

Without warning, the guy leaned in and kissed Dean hungrily. All Dean wanted to do was push this guy off him, but some part of him wanted to keep kissing him. It was like he needed this. His thoughts quickly went to Castiel, and how his lips felt on Dean. He was comparing them to this stranger's lips, and Dean's cock started to twitch. He groaned, shifting his hips, catching the guy's leg at the same time.

Rather than jumping away, the guy pushed himself up against Dean's chest, rubbing his own hips into Dean's now. Dean could feel the guy's hardness through his own pants, and it just turned Dean on even more. But there was no way they could do anything else, could they? Did Dean really want to do anything else?

Hearing the door lock, Dean stopped over-thinking things and just went with how he felt. God, this felt so good. He just found himself wishing it was Castiel who was here rather than this dark-haired stranger. A stranger he didn't even know the name of yet.

Going along with the not over-thinking things, Dean ran his hands through the stranger's hair and down his arms, pulling the boy closer to him. He was getting painfully hard now, and needed some release. Any release would do right now.

It was like the guy had realized he needed something, and he unbuckled Dean's jeans without even asking. The boy placed his hand down Dean's jeans, palming his cock through his boxers. Dean pulled away from the kiss to put his head back, pleased with the contact. The guy's mouth just moved to Dean's ear and neck, and he couldn't believe how much he was gagging for this now.

Suddenly the contact was gone, and Dean opened his eyes—when did he close them?—to look at the guy to see that he was now kneeling in front of Dean, pulling at Dean's jeans. He wasn't about to deny the guy this chance, knowing exactly what was coming, and helped drop his pants and boxers, just watching as the guy's hot, wet mouth enveloped his dick.

"Oh, God!" Dean couldn't help but whisper as he felt the guy's tongue lick up the underside of his dick, while he bobbed his head up and down. The feeling of it on his slit, lapping up some of the precum, was the best part and Dean couldn't help but buck his hips forward. It didn't seem to bother the stranger, who eagerly continued the actions.

Not really knowing what to do with his hands, Dean placed on in the stranger's hair, playing with it as he got closer. Closing his eyes again, he thought about what Cas would be like doing this. He just couldn't help but picture Cas doing all this with his pretty, hot mouth. It was those thoughts that sent Dean over the edge. He didn't even have time to warn the guy, cum spurting straight into his mouth.

Dean moaned as he came, trying not to let a name out. But God did he wish he could say Castiel's name. The stranger stood up and then backed away from Dean.

Suddenly fear went through Dean. What the fuck had he just let this guy do to him? He didn't even know him, and he'd just let the guy suck his dick. What was worse was thinking about Castiel the whole time. Dean quickly pulled his boxers and jeans up, fastened them and rushed out of the room. He needed to get out of there.

Dean didn't get that far away before he ran into Jo on the stairs.

"Hey, I was just looking for you," Jo smiled, "Guessed you'd be up here with some girl."

"Erm, yeah, no..." Dean shook his head, "Bathroom."

"Dean, you look like you just got laid," Jo laughed, making Dean frowned. How the hell did she always know? She'd once said that his eyes gave it away, but he'd never found out anything more than that, "C'mon, I need a drink anyway."

"What happened to that guy?" Dean asked, looking around for the boy she'd ran off with.

"Ugh, he was a jerk," Jo rolled her eyes and pulled Dean towards the table with the drinks, "Why can't there be anyone else out there like you?"

"Jo, I'm a jerk too. You keep telling me."

"I know, but you're a loveable jerk," Jo laughed, "You actually care about people."

As Jo grabbed them some drinks, Dean couldn't help but look towards the stairs. The guy that he'd let suck him off hadn't come down the stairs yet. He wasn't anywhere around. That was good. He wouldn't start a scene in the house, at least. The last thing Dean needed was for his friends to find out that he had gay tendencies.

He couldn't help but think about how good it was. And how Castiel could be if he'd let him do that. What the hell was wrong with him? He'd gone the last week or so not even thinking about guys—not thinking about Castiel. He was back to normal. At least, he thought he was.

"Hey, earth to Winchester. What's up with you tonight?"

"Sorry," Dean shook himself out of his thoughts, "I ran into Balthazar earlier. He was spouting his mouth off again."

"What else is new?" Jo rolled her eyes, "He's been a jerk since finding out you were at a boarding school. Keeps saying how it's gonna turn you gay and shit. Yeah right, Dean Winchester gay. That I'd have to see to believe."

Dean grinned nervously at the girl before taking a mouthful of his drink. Yeah, he'd have to see it to believe it, too. But he kinda had seen it. It was possible that the school was turning him gay.

"He'd be doing an injustice to the female sex if he did turn gay." A soft female voice said from behind them. Dean and Jo turned at the same time to see Lisa Braeden standing on the other side of the drinks table. As Jo rolled her eyes, Dean couldn't help but grin. He hadn't seen her since they'd broken up, but she was a girl he'd kept in touch with.

Dean couldn't help but look her up and down, taking in her curves. She was dressed in a simple, short, black dress with her black hair left down. He'd love to see the boots—he assumed boots—she had on. And he really wanted to see her legs and have the wrapped around his waist.

Seriously, what the hell? Dean thought to himself. He'd just had an encounter with some guy in a bedroom and now he was thinking about Lisa and her naked body writhing underneath her.

"How you been, Dean?" Lisa asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. She walked around the table to stand next to him, getting in Jo's way.

"I'll leave you two alone." Jo said, rolling her eyes and walking away from them. Jo had never really liked Lisa, but mainly because Lisa had taken up so much of Dean's time when they were together. The cheerleading captain was more than happy to give it up on a daily basis, and Dean wasn't one to say no.

"I've been good," Dean said, instinctively putting his arm around her waist, "What about you?"

"I've missed you," she admitted, stepping closer to him and looking into his eyes, "Missed this."

And for the second time that night, Dean was going to get head. More than that, he was going to get laid. And God did he need to do it with a girl.

Dean didn't sleep much that night. By the time he got home, everyone was in bed but his mind was on overdrive. He couldn't help but think about everything that had happened.

Sex with Lisa hadn't been as great as he once remembered. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great. Not something he felt he needed to revisit anytime soon. He'd quickly left her when she'd passed out next to him, not able to get the previous sexual encounter out of his head.

Now he sat on his bed, with his phone in his hand. He couldn't help but look at Castiel's number. All he wanted to do was call his roommate. He felt the need to confess his dirty little secret; tell him all about the guy but how he'd thought about Cas the whole time. But that wasn't something Dean could do. Not only was it some stupid time in the morning—Cas would be asleep—it was also going to rub his sexual encounters of the night in his roommate's face.

Not sleeping with others hadn't been a condition that Cas had said out loud, but Dean guessed that they would be an expected condition. They weren't in a committed relationship, but Dean did kind of owe Cas that respect while he helped work out everything that was going on in his head.

He sighed, putting the phone back on his nightstand. Cas didn't need to hear about it, and there was nobody else to talk to about his questions over his sexuality.

No, wait, there was a person. There was one person he knew deep down that he could trust about something like this. It was just whether he had the guts to talk to that person. Either way, it would have to wait until the morning. Now was not the time to confess his questions over his own sexuality to his best friend, even if she would be there for him and not judge him.

I know some of you wanted one of Cas' conditions to be that he wouldn't sleep with others, but it's just something we all know our Dean wouldn't be able to follow. Will this come out later on? Maybe, maybe not. But it was an important scene to help Dean figure some things out in his head.

Yes, there will be some angry people, but please just give Dean a chance. He's a jerk, but as Jo said, he's a loveable jerk, right? Please do R&R to let me know what you think :) Thanks!