Major writer's block! I apologize for the late update. I love planning out stories in my head, but writing it is a lot harder than it looks. Hope you enjoy this chapter and please review.

Dean:

That night, I couldn't fall asleep. I felt like it was my fault. My mom getting hurt, my dad hating me and Sam... I just didn't want him to get hurt. The guilt was killing me and I was so confused. I shouldn't have said anything- no, I had to. Keeping that secret from my family made me feel heavy, but now that the truth was out, I felt so empty.

"Does Castiel know that you told your parents yet?" Jo asked.

"No. I'll tell him later. I need to figure it out with my parents first."

"You know that what happened wasn't your fault right?"

I nodded. I wasn't my fault, but every time I replayed the scene in my head, I couldn't help that it sent shivers and made me feel like it was.

"Don't torture yourself by thinking about it."

"I can't help it."

"I know."

"Hey, he'll come around. He loves you and he has to get over his homophobic views."

"And if he doesn't?"

"Hey, don't think of it like that."

I watched as she left for class. I didn't want to go for the first time. The thought of ditching school for the day crossed my mind and instead of brushing it away, I contemplated the idea. I gripped my backpack strap and headed out avoiding the glances from other kids. I knew what they were thinking and I wanted to be away from it all. I didn't deserve any of it- the shoves in the hallway or the hauntingly deadly stares that begged me to kill myself. I was so tired of it all. The feeling of air filling your lungs as you push the door away from you, the feeling of running away, the feeling of freedom, it was so exciting and beautiful. I could see why people rebelled all the time by skipping class. I walked around the same couple blocks for hours playing with my phone apps. I realized the excitement wore off especially quickly since I had nowhere to go and nothing to do with all this free time. I missed school, but going back would mean having to face everyone and anything was better than that.

"What are you doing here?" someone said next to me.

I turned to see Castiel walking alongside me. I turned bright red. I was not expecting to see Dean for a while and I forgot what it felt like to have him with me. "How did you find me?"

"It wasn't hard. I'm surprised."

I smirked knowing that I caught Castiel off guard. "That I ditched school?"

"No. For someone who is ditching school, you chose to walk really close to it."

My face fell. He was right. This was supposed to be a badass and fun experience, but as of now, it was nothing like I imagined. "Aren't you going to go back?"

"No, I'm worried about you and it's a lot more fun with you in the classroom. What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"C'mon Dean. You can tell me."

"I uh..I told my parents."

I could literally hear Castiel stiffen next to me. "They didn't take it too well huh?"

"No. My dad actually. He was just screaming you know? He has never yelled at me like that before."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be. It's not your fault."

"Hey, we only have a few more hours before school ends. I'll bring you to my safe haven."

I looked at him suspiciously, but let him drive me. It wasn't long before we arrived to an bowling alley. "Bowling?"

"Yep. This place is the best in all of this city."

"I'm not very good at it."

"Then I'll teach you," Castiel said, winking at me in the sexiest way possible. He went in and led me directly to the area of shoes.

"Hey Cas. You brought your…?" the man working behind the booth asked.

"Boyfriend," Castiel confidently said.

The man smiled at me. "What size?"

"8," I said.

The man brought out two pairs of shoes and we exchanged shoes with the man. Castiel held my hand as we walked towards a lane. He sat me down and got down on his knees. "Your foot."

"Oh yeah," I said, flustered.

He helped me put on my shoes before smirking at me. "What did you think I was doing? The next time that happens, it'll be for something else princess." He touched my nose before he got up and reached for bowling balls.

Now, I was really flustered. Just one touch was enough for me to want to ripe his clothes off then and there. Thank god he couldn't read minds.

Castiel picked up two, one on each hand, and handed one to me. "First thing you need is a ball with the perfect weight. That one should do nicely."

He held me by the waist and helped me practice swinging motions. "I think you're good to go. Just aim for the middle and you'll be fine."

I took a deep breath and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans before throwing the ball. I didn't blink as I watched the ball glide forwards, leaving me with 4 pins standing. "YES!"

"Not bad," Castiel said, smiling at me. I could tell that he was proud of me.

I smiled back at him. He was the only person in the world that could make me feel better after all that happened. He was my escape from life. I was in love with a guy who had broken up with me.

*The next morning at school*

I was leaning on the wall close to the water fountains waiting for Dean. I couldn't just walk up to him and pretend that everything was fine when it wasn't. We had issues in our relationship and I wanted them fixed. Castiel was running late- no surprise. I heard his name coming from the other side of the wall and couldn't help but to listen in.

"Castiel is so hot. It's a shame he's gay. I mean his boyfriend, Dean, isn't even that cute, I have no idea what Cas sees in him anyways."

"I know right! They look so weird together. I bet I can make Cas straight again."

I turned away from the conversation quickly. I always knew Castiel was different from me, but I didn't think he was better than me. What if they were right? They were right; Castiel was too good for me. I'm nothing without him. What exactly did Castiel see in me in the first place? It was like all my insecurities came back to me all at once. It was the worst feeling of self loathing. And to think that everything was going to be okay because of a stupid date. It wasn't even a real date. Oh my god, we've never even had a date before. What kind of a relationship did we have? I knew at that exact moment that it was never going to work out. Castiel and I could never be in a relationship.