A/N: I'm not sure if the last chapter popped up in anyone's alerts because it didn't send an email to me when I posted, so if you're getting this now and haven't read the last chapter, GO DO THAT because you are probably going to be confused.

ALSO: mature content after the second line break. strictly M/M.

That is all.

(I don't think a recap is necessary. ;))

The girls were getting more and more courageous. Castiel had confirmed that there were now two of them. He sometimes saw them hiding in the shadows, or around the corners of the hallways during school. He decided that if anyone else could see them, he wouldn't be crazy, but as time went on and on, no one seemed to make a comment about their supernatural presence.

Dean didn't notice them. Castiel was walking with the boy one afternoon, on his way to lunch actually, when he saw her sitting on a bench outside of his homeroom class. He didn't gasp or make a scene like he usually did, although he did stop before her and wait for Dean to notice so he could look where Cas was.

But Dean had a funny look on his face, like he wasn't sure whether Castiel was playing around with him or not. Either way, it concerned Dean; he was confused.

Why couldn't Dean see them?

Why did this make Castiel feel so much more alone than he normally felt?

"Are you tired? You look like you've just seen a ghost," Dean huskily chuckled. Castiel blushed, a drop of sweat running down his temple due to the humid heat of the afternoon day.

Dean had no clue how close to home he had gone. ""I—uh, I—um, it's nothing," Castiel returned.

"You sure?" Dean asked, concern lacing his voice.

Believe it or not, but Castiel had actually been losing sleep over this. Well, it's not like he would casually brush off the fact that he's making contact with—he still wasn't positive, but—dead girls.

Naturally, he had gone to one of the professors of Angelus, one he knew would be able to help. He was the head of the history department, specifically in the religious relating classes, and he was an old friend of Michael's and Castiel knew he would be keen about the history of the school as he's been teaching here for nearly forty years. The guy was close to ancient.

"Dr. Zachariah?" Castiel asked timidly, approaching the balding man's desk.

"Ahh, Castiel Novak. My favourite god son," he said with a smile. Yeah, there was that too, he was Castiel's godfather. Castiel felt his face heat up as he smiled impishly and scratched the back of his neck. He was growing sweaty with nervousness.

"I was wondering if I could ask you a, well, stupid question. It's not stupid, though, really, it's more of an intensely curious question—"

"Out with it, Castiel. I have class in five minutes." Zachariah was nothing if not snappy and impatient.

"Y—yes. I was wondering, as I was saying, if you knew anything about the history of, err, Angelus?" Cas was sputtering like a fool. His face didn't seem like it could get any hotter, and the room seemed to be closing in on him.

His godfather cocked a brow.

"It's for a statistics project," Castiel swiftly lied, feeling a little bit proud of his self for being so good at it. Normally he would have shoved his foot in his mouth by now.

"Well, as you know I've been teaching here for quite a while so I have acquired a load of information about this place," he said, leaning back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head. He paused, as if waiting for Castiel.

"Oh!" Cas muttered, pulling a note pad out of his bag and snatching a pen from Zachariah's desk. "Yes, go on," Cas said politely.

"Angelus is over two hundred years old, as you can tell from the architecture and such, although it has been passed down from the Novak family for ages. Your brothers have been doing a superb job keeping the place intact."

Cas was just scribbling notes at this point, seeing as he already knew these bullshit basic facts. "Anything more, I don't know, crime related?" Castiel asked.

"What do you mean, boy? Speak up."

"Like, were there any accidents or casualties on campus that could've happened sometime since when the school opened?" Castiel asked meekly. Judging by Zachariah's darkening look, he had misspoken.

"Castiel I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I have work I just remembered I have to attend to, and the questions you seem to have shoved up in your attic are disturbing to say in the least. Now if you wouldn't mind," Zachariah fixed Cas with an annoyed glare and waved his hands at his godson, as if to make a shooing motion.

Castiel got up of the chair, and as soon as the bald man looked down at his desk and pulled out some papers from a drawer and slid his glasses on, Castiel made the most obnoxious bitchface he could manage and walked out of the room. How could he have forgotten why he ignores all the invitations to his godfather's house?

He emerged from the classroom and walked halfway down the hall before the bell rang and students rushed from one class to another. It was hectic, but he didn't have a class at the moment, so he headed across campus towards his dorm. Maybe he would grab his suit and go swim some laps, he wondered to himself.

Stopping abruptly, he felt a shiver run down his spine as he straightened up his back and turned around. There stood a girl, and another directly behind her.

The first was the blonde, hair tied in a loose braid, twigs and old blood staining the fruitful colour. There were scratch marks raked down her face and her clothes were ripped open so that Castiel could see the ghostly colour of her stomach and bloodied knees and ripped knee high socks. The fact that her throat had been ripped out put Castiel on edge; a sweat broke out on his forehead from fright.

As for the other, he couldn't say she looked any better. This one was a brunette; both of them had black, lifeless eyes. Her left eye was blue and red—bruised and clawed at. Chapped purple lips and more claw marks down her shoulders and sides. A chunk of her leg was missing, and bone was visible.

"W—why have you been following me?" Castiel asked, absolutely beyond terrified.

Although he wasn't expecting a response from either girl, he desperately prayed for one. He wanted to find out what was going on; the girls continued to stare at Castiel like he was the one with the crusty blood on his clothing and missing body parts.

"I demand an answer!"

"Yah gone shuttup now, yeh?" asked the brunette. Castiel's eyes bulged. What the actual fuck? There was a southern London accent laced in her cold, icy even, words.

Castiel's breath hitched and he felt that sudden prick at his eyes. It wasn't the fact that this ghost-like apparition, whatever it was, could speak that bothered him as much as it was their appearances. The blond had hit home. After all, they only followed him around when Dean was around him.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you following me?" Castiel asked, enraged.

"Fuckkin' students is what we are." The blond looked unforgiving.

"And you're Michael and Lucifer's kin."

"What about my brothers?" Castiel demanded.

Both girls paused. They had wild eyes for a moment before they vanished. Castiel's breath caught in his throat and he choked in surprise as he eldest brother came up to him, a golf club in hand. He hit it against his hand and Castiel looked up at Michael with shock and confusion.

"Did you just see—?"

"It's best not to ask questions; this should not have happened."

"Michael—I—"

"Get your ass to your dorm." Michael put that big brother voice on once again and Castiel knew better than to ask futile questions.

xXx

"Why do you look so freaked out?" Dean asked with a scoff.

They were sitting inside of Castiel and Dean's dorm room; Gabriel thankfully had plans for the rest of the school day. Castiel was sitting at his desk, working on some math or something; honestly he couldn't keep his mind on one thing at a time.

"I'm not freaked out."

"Castiel you've been staring at a black sheet of paper for about forty minutes. If anything, I'd say you're paranoid. Care to explain?"

Oh, uh, yeah Dean. I guess now is a fine time to explain to you how I just interacted with two female—shoot me if I'm wrong, but—ghosts, and then my brother came out of no where with a fucking golf club and swiped at them and they mysteriously vanished. Oh, wait, I mean I have an English test first period tomorrow morning. Castiel thought angrily to himself.

"There's nothing wrong. I'm just nervous."

"Nervous for what?" Dean asked, approaching him by sliding his ass on top of Cas' desk and hunching over so that their faces were close.

Castiel felt his cheeks heat up immensely. "I, uh, it's nothing really. I just got yelled at by my older brother in front of a lot of people and it was pretty embarrassing I guess," Castiel lied, and it was blatantly a lie. Dean saw that, although he guessed it was based on true events.

"Hmm, how about I help you loosen up?" Dean asked seductively, hopping off of the desk and walking around Cas so that he was standing right behind him, resting his hands on Castiel's thick shoulders.

"L—loosen up?" he gulped like a fish.

"Yeah, I'd be glad to help," Dean said, a mischievous glint in his eye as he leaned down so that their faces were very close now. He moved suddenly and pressed his nose into Cas' neck and inhaled deeply.

"Dean, I have to s—study," Castiel weakly protested.

"And I was supposed to meet up with Crowley and Jo at the library, but guess what? I have higher priorities," he spoke huskily, pressing a kiss at the base of Castiel's neck. The dark haired boy gulped once again when he felt Dean's hands ghost down his thin tee shirt clad chest until they were palming the top of Castiel's half hard cock.

"Let's see what we have here," Dean said haughtily as he cupped Cas' cock in his hand and stroked it through the fabric. He slinked down to his knees and turned the chair to the side so that his face was now almost level with Cas' lap.

"Go ahead and tell me that you have to finish your studying." Dean's jade eyes were glazed over now with lust. "I dare you."

Castiel numbly shook his head. "Can't now," he whimpered out.

Dean turned his attention back to the growing boner in Castiel's pants as he palmed it some more, craning his neck so that he held his mouth over Castiel's sweats. He wetted the fabric and Cas could feel his breath going haywire.

Under his mouth, Castiel shimmied his hips a little as if to remind Dean his pants were still on and to kindly rip them the fuck off. And immediately, if at all possible.

Dean hooked his thumbs on the inside of Cas' sweats and boxers and gently, slowly—agonizingly slowly—slid the clothes over Castiel's rock hard cock. Castiel murmured for Dean to 'Hurry the fuck up,' but Dean just took this as an incentive to go a little bit slower.

"Need you…!" Castiel moaned as he felt cold air rush to his hot cock. Dean prodded the organ, first going to play with his balls. Castiel let out a long whoosh of air as if he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him. The larger man on his knees continued to play with the skin all the while breathing hot air on Castiel.

"What's that baby?" Dean encouraged.

Castiel groaned as Dean slid his tongue up from Cas' base to his very tip that already had beads of pre-cum erupting from his little hole. "Dean please let me…"

"You want to fuck my hot mouth?" Dean asked, stroking slowly up and down Cas' length, twisting when he got to the head.

"Mmmyess…"

"You want me to suck you off, not stopping till you're milked dry? You like it like that, Gorgeous?"

"I love that, Deeeean."

Castiel got thrown off as a sudden wet hole enveloped Cas' long, throbbing cock. He hadn't realized how much he had wanted Dean since they had first had sex last weekend. It was Wednesday now, and since Castiel lost his virginity (or ass virginity at least) the two boys hadn't spoken to each other as much as they had before. Of course there was the casual 'good morning' or 'how was class' and then they had practice together.

Dean could reach Cas' cock down his throat pretty far as it turned out. From a straight guy Monday to a head-over-heels for men Tuesday, Castiel had been shocked. Dean he guessed wasn't so straight from the beginning as he had thought.

"You're good for your first time," Castiel said, lacing his fingers into Dean's dirty blond locks. "Care to explain?"

"Well that banana last week was quite the teacher," Dean joked, then sliding his mouth back over the twitching cock, close to exploding. Castiel never thought he had been closer to the edge as when he felt Dean hollow out his cheeks and add extra suction to the cock currently lodged in between his tonsils.

"Dean!" Castiel cried, groping his ear with one hand and yanking on hair with his other.

Castiel clenched his thighs and in that moment, there was nothing he would rather do, nowhere he would rather be than in that second with Dean in between his thighs, getting a mouthful of Cas' cock.

Dean's head was roughly pulled to Castiel's crotch so close that he could feel Cas' pubic hair stubble on his upper lip. He had never gone this far before, usually just sucking and licked around Castiel's more sensitive spots by the head of his member.

But now, with Castiel's dick halfway down Dean's throat now, there were tears in Dean's eyes. He felt Castiel cum now, the hot liquid shooting down his throat to fill his stomach.

He dislodged their bodies, looking up so that jade green and endless ocean blue clashed. Dean licked his lips, lapping up any semen that had fallen past his puffy cupid-bow shaped lips.

Castiel couldn't help himself as he stood up, throwing the chair out of the way as he gripped Dean by his shoulders—the touch feeling like there had been a fire under his palm—and lifting him over to the bed.

"I cannot get enough of you," Castiel admitted, moaning. Castiel was lying on top of Dean when he pressed a hard kiss to his blond friend's lips.

"Keep it that way," Dean said, twisting their positions so that now he was the one on top and ravaging Cas' lips. He pressed one last hot kiss to Cas' lips before he got off Cas' bed and stood.

Castiel sat up, a worried look on his face.

"Gotta hit the library before the other's figure something's up," Dean said, picking up a large textbook and green notebook. He turned around to see Castiel sitting on his bed, pouting like a child. "Stop looking at me like that or I'll never raise my grades," Dean said with a flirtatious wink before he opened the door up (after unlocking it, that is) and saluted his dark haired friend and then disappearing.

"Fuck you, Dean Winchester," Castiel muttered, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks as he reveled in what just occurred. "Fuck you so hard."

a little bit short, i'm sorry. i also want to apologize for not updating for a whole week! i got my computer jacked so i had to wait patiently all week, coming up with ideas and not to mention reading some really really good fanfiction while waiting! but listen up! I was thinking maybe i could get like five or so more chapters out of this. what do you guys think? i'm totally open to suggestions (just fyi it would totally make my day!)

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