"A party?" Dean asked. Jo nodded, scrolling through her phone.

"House party… The whole school is invited… Crowley wanted to celebrate for a good shipment this month," Pam explained, grabbing Jo's coffee and taking a sip.

"I'm gonna have to stop you right there, Pam, midterms are coming up and I've gotten no sleep the last few nights…" Jo said, pulling her coffee closer to her. Pam frowned.

"Where's Cas?" Pam asked. Dean sighed.

"He volunteered to help our religious studies teacher grade tests, so he went early," Dean sighed, also scrolling through his phone.

"Where's Ash?" He asked.

"Computer tech stuff, the school was having problems and he volunteered to help…" Pam stated, "so, when were you gonna tell me that you and Cas were a thing?"

Dean nearly toppled out of his chair, his gaze shot over to Jo.

"Jo!" He snapped. She held her hands up defensively.

"Wasn't me!" She snapped back. Pam laughed.

"So, it is true…" Pam said, winking at Jo, who laughed slightly, "chill out, dude, no judgment coming from here, besides, I've always wanted a gay best friend!" She nudged him playfully.

"That's what I said!" Jo fist bumped Pam.

"I'm not gay!" Dean said defensively, "I just happen to like a guy…"

Pam smiled at him.

"Like I said, dude, chill. I think you guys were made for each other, he's calm and mysterious and you're hot-head and rash, besides… it's about time you moved on from-" Pam was cut off.

"Don't," Dean snapped. Pam nodded and frowned

Dean grumbled slightly and began to say something else, but the bell rung. He flipped them off and headed to his next class.

Jo: Party?

Dean: When is it?

Jo: This Saturday 8'o clock. Ask Cas if he wants to come ;)

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"So, your uncle is out of town again this week?" Dean asked as Cas climbed into his car. Cas chuckled slightly and shook his head.

"Nah, Gab is covering me, right now I'm at your house "studying for midterms"," Cas said. They pulled away from the curb and towards Crowley's place.

"You ever been to a party before?" Dean asked. Cas shook his head.

"Not unless you mean confirmation parties or baptisms?" Cas gave him a small smile.

"Right, religious stuff, sorry… I keep forgetting…" Dean stated, slightly embarrassed.

"It's okay, babe, I don't like talking about it much anyway," Cas reached out and rubbed Dean's shoulder.

They arrived about twenty minutes later, Crowley's front yard was already littered with shoes, beer bottles, and partygoers, and loud music was blasting from the inside.

"Damn, I guess the entire school decided to show up," Dean observed as he relentlessly tried to find a parking spot. They found one a couple blocks away and entered through the open front door of Crowley's house when they arrived. Cas already looked uncomfortable and clung to Dean's arm as Dean tried to look for his group of friends.

He spotted them out back by the pool.

"Hey guys," Jo said as they walked up, Adam was next to her playing some game on his phone and Pam and Ash were making out on a sofa a few feet away from them. "Beer?" She asked gesturing to the cooler next to her.

"Yeah, sure," Dean said, cracking on open as soon as it was handed to him. "You drink?" He asked Cas, who shook his head.

"Well, we all start somewhere," Jo said, throwing him a can. Cas clumsily grabbed it and cracked it open and slowly began sipping its contents. He recoiled slightly.

"Bitter," He said disapprovingly. Dean and Jo laughed.

"You don't have to drink it if you don't want to," Dean said. Cas shook his head.

"Nah, I mean, you only live once, right?" Cas took another swig of his beer, trying to hold back a grimace.

"Alright, Nokia," Dean said cheerfully.

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"Impromptu game of flippy cups!" Jo said happily. Everyone had ingested a couple drinks at this point and had a slight buzz.

"Flippy cups?" Cas asked. Jo nodded.

"It's a simple game, there will be five shots of vodka in front of each person's cup, followed by the actual party cup filled with beer. Your goal is to down all five shots, chug the beer, and flip the cup before the other person does. When you finish and successfully flip the cup, then, and only then, can the person next to you begin to drink and attempt to flip their cup," Jo explained, filling the cups and shot glasses with their respective liquor.

"I'm still confused…" Cas said.

"That's alright, we'll put you at the end, so you can see what's supposed to happen," Jo said finishing the placement of the glasses.

"Alright," Jo clapped her hands, "I say significant others are versus each other, so Adam and I, Crowley and Meg, Pam and Ash, and Cas and Dean," she suggested.

"Sounds good to me!" Meg cheered, already high out of her wits.

"Okay, the chant for this is: boat races, boat races, let's drink a cup, boat races, boat race, let's get fucked up!" Jo said, doing the chant and slamming her cup on the table. Dean cracked his knuckles. Cas stared deeply into his eyes.

"You're on," Cas smirked and cocked his head to the side a bit.

Jo finished before Adam, Crowley fumbled a bit and Meg passed him, Ash and Pam finished at the same time, and as soon as Ash's cup was flipped, Dean grabbed his shot glasses and down them, he finished his beer, but saw that Cas had already flipped his cup. He stared dumbfounded at Cas and turned to see the others with the same looks on their faces.

"Damn, Cas," Crowley chuckled, "remind me to never do shots with you!"

"We won!" Pam cheered, "great job, Cas!"

Cas smiled sheepishly and turned to face Dean with the same smug look on his face. Dean shrugged slightly and smirked back.

"Since I won, my prize is a dance on the dance floor," Cas jerked his head in the direction of the living room, which was cluttered with people and bursting with loud music.

"As the loser, I will gladly join you," Dean said, "but, I don't dance…"

"Well tonight, you will!" Cas smiled, grabbing Dean's hand and dragging him onto the "dance floor". Cas began bobbing his head and swaying his hips to the music, twisting and twirling about.

Dean stood there admiring his boyfriend dancing in the dimly lit room, backing off slightly. Cas noticed this and stopped.

"Come on, Chestnut!" He yelled over the music. Dean smiled and shook his head. Cas nodded and grabbed both of Dean's hands, pulling him back into the fray.

"Like this!" Cas shouted, placing Dean's hands on his hips as he began grinding on him gently.

Holy fuck… Where does this kid learn this stuff?

Dean laughed and turned Cas back around, placing his hands on the small of his back and swaying him to the music, Cas had to plant his hands-on Dean's shoulders to stay upright. They did that for a little bit when Twist Sister's "We're Not Gonna Take It" on. Cas squealed with delight.

"This is my favorite!" He clapped. The room turned into a rager and everyone clumped into the center, pumping their fists, singing along, and jumping up and down. Cas was pulled away from Dean, joining the rest of the people. Dean didn't mind, he had to use the bathroom anyways. He backed out and went in search of a bathroom.

After relieving himself, Dean set out to find Cas but found a hand of someone placed on his shoulder. He turned to see her. Lisa Braeden. Dean's first and last girlfriend.

"Dean," she said breathlessly. Dean felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and broke out into a cold sweat.

"Lisa," he gritted his teeth. She looked deathly pale, she was about to say something when she collapsed into him. He held her up, unsure what to do.

He ended up hauling her into an empty bedroom and locking the door.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked, heading to the joint bathroom. Filling a cup with cold water and grabbing a couple towels.

"I think, I think someone slipped me something," she panted. She didn't look good. Dean gritted his teeth and began dabbing her sweat-drench forehead with a soaked towel.

"You never learn, do you?" He chuckled slightly, recalling some old memories.

"I know, I know," She chuckled lightly, "always watch the drink be poured…" She stared sadly at him.

She reached up and grabbed his hand that was placing a damp towel on her forehead. Dean tensed and felt his heartbeat quicken.

"Oh, Dean," She said, "I'm so sorry… I treated you like crap and… It's a low move for me, but… give me another chance. We can go back to the way things were… you and me," she said drunkenly as she sat up and slowly moved her lips toward his.

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Cas finished dancing and turned hopelessly to find Dean. He wandered the dance floor slightly and the borders but didn't see him. He pulled his phone and sent out a text to Dean, still looking around.

"Did you hear?" Cas overheard some people talk as he sat out by the pool. It had been about an hour since he'd sent the first text to Dean. After sending him five messages and calling him a couple of times without getting a response, he gave up and decided to sit and wait. He couldn't find his other friends and had sent them a couple texts as well, but he got no responses either.

"What?" Cas turned to see two girls talking and scrolling through their phones. Cas recognized them from the cheerleading squad.

"I saw Dean and Lisa head into a room by themselves," A blonde girl said.

"Dean Winchester and Lisa Braeden?" A brunette asked.

"Yeah, turns out she's been trying to get him back… I guess her efforts were a success…" The blonde girl said. The brunette snickered.

"I thought he was dating that creep, Casteel…" The brunette obviously had to mispronounce his name. Cas felt his heart sink.

"Nah, it's obvious he's leading him on… I mean, Dean Winchester dating a guy? Yeah, right…" The blonde girl scoffed. The brunette nodded, and they headed off back inside. Cas sat there, a mixture of anger and sadness brewing inside him. A part of him told him that Dean really did love him, one couldn't possibly fake the experiences he and Dean had shared, but then again, Dean was too good looking to even give Cas a chance and actually like him back as a suitable partner, let alone give him the time of day to be his friend.

The unanswered texts and absence of Dean helped Cas make up his mind. He was at a party with as much alcohol as he wanted to consume. He headed into the house and didn't look back.

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Dean placed his palm to Lisa's mouth just before it touched his. Dean stood up and raked a hand through his hair.

"You just don't get it, do you? Me and you, Lisa, we're over," Dean stated. Lisa sat there dumbfounded. He felt his blood boil.

"Don't take my kindness for granted or as an ulterior motive, I want nothing to do with you ever again, I've moved on," Dean frowned, placing the towels and glass down on the nightstand.

"Moved on?" She scoffed, "so, are the rumors true then? You're dating that creep, Castiel?" She moved to get up but slipped back onto the bed. Dean didn't move to help her.

"That's rich coming from you, "creep", really? Castiel is a million times better a person than you are, and even if it was slightly true, I'd take a creep over a bitch any day…" Dean headed to the door.

"It's not right, Dean! He can't give you anything that a woman can! Please, Dean, come back to me. I promise I'll make it right…" She said.

Dean was facing the door, his hand gripped the doorknob, he turned to her once more before opening it, "do us both a favor, and never show your pathetic and pitiful face to me ever again," Dean slammed the door behind him and headed downstairs. He pulled out his phone to call Cas and saw that he missed five messages from Cas and some missed phone calls.

"Shit," He muttered under his breath. He sent Cas a message back and spotted Jo at the bottom of the steps. She was currently making out with Adam, but Dean was worried. He tapped her on the shoulder.

"Have you seen Cas?" He asked. Jo thought for a moment.

"No, I thought he was with you…" She said breathlessly, "sorry, but I'm kind of busy right now, maybe check by the pool?" She said hopefully.

"Right, sorry," Dean frowned. Dean turned and headed toward the outside when he heard a roar of cheers and applause. He followed the noise and saw in the center of Crowley's quite massive kitchen, a crowd formed around the kitchen table chanting and clapping their hands.

Dean couldn't see over the crowd that well, so he tapped the shoulder of the nearest person. A redhead girl turned around.

"Oh, hey Dean," It was Charlie, a girl from one of his classes, "what's up?"

"What's going on?" He asked, gesturing to the center of the crowd.

"Get this, that new kid, Novak, I think it was, is going up against Crowley in a drinking contest! Boy lemme tell you, that kid can down some alcohol!" She turned away and began cheering again.

Dean muttered a curse word under his breath and began his excursion through the crowd. Once he had gotten up to the front, sure enough, Cas was their downing shot after of shot of what appeared to be whiskey. Cas finished his last shot and raised his hands, the crowd cheered even louder. Dean saw that Crowley was about eight shots behind Cas. Cas began swaying and plummeted to the ground. Dean rushed forward and caught Cas before he face-planted. The crowd cheer even louder at the fiasco.

"Cas?" Dean asked, moving the boys' bangs from his eyes while still trying to support him, "Cas? Cas, you okay?" Dean began worrying. He saw Cas open his eyes slightly, but he remained mostly unresponsive.

"Okay, I think it's time for us to go," Dean said, hoisting Cas up, wrapping one of Cas' arms around his shoulders and dragging him out of the kitchen, the crowd began to boo but gave little-to-no thought to them as another contestant took the spotlight. Dean hauled Cas out of the house to his car.

"Wait… I'm not down yesh…" Cas slurred. Dean placed Cas in the front seat and kneeled in front of his.

"Cas," Dean began tapping his face lightly, "Cas, what happened?" Cas opened his eyes and turned sluggishly to see Dean, his eyes shown with anger.

"You!" Cas shouted, "I trussed you! I gave you my heart, Dean, and then you had to go and fuck Lisa…" Cas began, his words barely understandable.

"Fuck Lisa? What? Cas-" Dean was cut off by Cas.

"I heard from the cheerleaders that she wanted you back and that you were in a room alone…" Cas said, starting to cry. It clicked for Dean as soon as Cas finished that statement.

"Wait, wait, Cas, it's not what you think, its-" Cas cut him off again.

"I don't wanna hear it! Now, take me home before I-" Cas leaned out of the car, falling on his hands and knees, and promptly threw up the last hour of alcohol he'd consumed. Dean got up and held Cas up slightly, rubbing his back as he cried and threw up.

Cas finished up in a few minutes, crying and saying incomprehensible things.

"Cas," Dean said, turning Cas over in his arms so that he was slumped in Dean's lap, "come on, get in the car... I'll explain everything when your back in your right mind..." Dean replaced Cas, who fell asleep instantly, in the front seat, hopped in himself and drove them to his place.

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A/N: Chapter 10 already...

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