Hey guys, it's me, Cass. I've been dealing with some shit, but I'm back now and I am really going to try to update more. Please review and check out my other stories if you haven't already. I have another superwholock story and a Luc/Mas oneshot (OTP!). Enjoy!

Weeks had passed since the night Cas and Dean shared in the Winchester bathroom. They were official now, and not too careful with where they made out. They had each received detention at least three times for "public displays of inappropriate affection." Dean cursed loudly every time, saying the teachers were discriminating against them for being gay. Cas knew that wasn't true, but he also knew there was no way to calm his boyfriend. So instead he would just let him rant. And good things came from detention too. Mr. Crowley, the teacher in charge of watching detention, really didn't care what the boys did. They kissed and he read the newspaper. Cas and Dean also became good friends with some other couples who had been busted for the same crime. John and Sherlock were regulars in detention, as were the Doctor and River.

"At least there's one straight couple at this school," Dean said to Cas as they got into the Impala one afternoon. It was about 4:30 and detention had just gotten out.

"I'm sure there is more than one Dean."

"I didn't mean- of course there's more than one, Cas. I just meant we have a lot of people who play for the other team at our school."

"Other team...?" Cas squinted and tilted his head. His boyfriend laughed.

"Forget about it. I want to go do something."

"Like what?"

Dean shrugged. "You." He grinned and winked. The Impala pulled out of the school parking lot and onto an empty road.

Mas rubbed a hickey Luc left on his neck. He sat up and wrapped the blanket around his bare shoulders. He liked Luc's apartment. It was small, but comfortable. And it always had coffee. Mas loved caffeine. Eventually he got up and pulled on his (or maybe they were Luc's) boxers before walking out to the kitchen. He had just started making coffee when Luc walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist.

"Are your parents coming home soon?" Mas was hopeful. He couldn't stop staring, and no parents might mean more sex. Maybe.

"No idea. They don't live here." Luc pulled a beer out of the fridge. Mas could never figure out where Luc got his alcohol from. He realized he didn't know a lot about Luc at all.

"What? You have your own apartment at 18?"

"Yeah. Parents bought it for me, told me not to come home until I was straight. Haven't been to that conservative fucking hell hole since."

"So you're one of those... Uh... What are they called?"

Luc sipped the beer. "Legally emancipated teenagers. Not really a teen anymore, but same idea."

Mas poured his coffee into a mug and leaned against the counter. "But isn't it hard? Like... Don't you get lonely?"

"What is this, 20 questions? I'm fine on my own. Been living here six months, and it's been great."

"But-"

Luc interrupted him. "No. It's my turn to ask you something." He finished the beer and threw the bottle away.

"So ask." Mas was growing impatient.

Luc looked at him.

"Want to move in with me?"