That Friday, Dean went down to Bobby's house to visit Sam. His brother sat on the couch, arms crossed.

"Hey, Sammy." Dean sat down next to him, glancing at Sam. Sam grumbled, turning away from Dean.

"You can't still be mad at me, Sam. I did this for your own good."

"I'm not... No, I am mad at you. It wasn't any of your business, Dean."

"Sam, you're my brother. Of course it's my business. You were snorting crack in a bathroom with a cheerleader, what is wrong with you?"

"She said it would make me popular."

"What?"

"I'm being bullied, Dean. I live with the shop teacher, my older brother is gay, I'm a nerd. Ruby said hanging out with her, doing drugs, going to parties... It would make people like me." Sam fiddled with a loose thread on his shirt.

"Sammy, why didn't you tell me you were being bullied? Or Bobby, or any other teacher? You know Ruby is probably going to jail now, right? And I'm not gay, I like Cas, but it's complicated and... Yeah."

"They stole my jacket, and dumped muddy water on me."

"Hey. Listen to me. If you get bullied again, come and find me. I'll take care of it." Dean laid a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"You'd do that for me?" Sam looked at Dean.

"Sure. You're my brother, Sammy. It's my job to look after you."

Sam returned to school the following Wednesday. He met up with Dean and Cas at Dean's locker.

"It's good to see you, Sam. I hope you're feeling better." Cas smiled at him.

"Yeah, Cas. I'm gonna be okay."

The bell rang, and the three boys headed to class, Sam going to science, while Dean and Cas went into math class.

"Ah, our resident lovebirds. Take a seat, boys, we have a pop quiz." Crowley set the quiz down on Dean's desk. He grimaced, knowing that he was going to fail no matter what. Crowley hates me, even if I answered every question right, he'd give me an F. The allotted time given for the quiz was 15 minutes, and Dean handed in his quiz just as the buzzer rang.

"I'll be grading these later. Today, we'll talk about the Law of Cosines." Crowley rattled off about math, and Dean looked over at Cas. His boyfriend was taking notes, head bent over his notebook, only looking up to copy equations off the board.

"Mr. Winchester. If you would stop ogling Mr. Novak, perhaps you could tell us how to solve this equation."

"Um. The Law of Cosines?" Dean shrugged. The class giggled.

"Yes, Mr. Winchester. And that is?"

"Umm." Dean glanced around the room. The equation was no longer on the board. "I, uh. I don't know."

"Just as I thought. Why don't you come at sit up here, where I can be sure that you're paying attention." Crowley gestured to the desk closest to the front. Dean grumbled, grabbing his things and moving up.

When school was finally over, Dean, Sam, and Cas took the Impala back to Dean's apartment. Sam had a final history project and essay to work on, that Cas helped him with. Dean watched as his boyfriend and his brother joked about ancient Roman emperors, and gladiators. This is how it should be.

Around 5pm, Bobby came by to pick up Sam, leaving Cas and Dean alone in the apartment.

"You need a ride home, Cas?"

"Yes, but my Dad isn't expecting me home until 7:30."

"Really? Oh, well... What do you want to do?"

Cas sat down next to Dean. He leaned over, kissing the other boy. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas's neck, pulling him closer. Dean ran his tongue along Cas's chapped lips, making them part open. They made out for a while longer, until Cas pulled away, face red.

"I'm sorry." He got up, turning away from Dean.

"Cas, what? What's wrong?" Dean stood up, grabbing Cas's hand.

"I shouldn't have..."

"Hey. It's okay, do you need me to take you home?"

"No, I... It's not..." Cas stammered, looking down.

"Cas, what is it?" Dean stepped closer. Cas turned, capturing his lips, and pressing their bodies together. Oh. That's the problem.

Dean pulled Cas back to the couch, half-sitting, half-laying on top of him. He ground their hips together, eliciting a moan from Cas. Dean grinned, kissing Cas deeper. They picked up a rhythm, moving together, faster and faster. Dean tangled a hand in Cas's hair, pulling hard as his hips stunted and he came in his pants. Cas followed a moment later, with a sharp cry. They lay together for a moment, sweaty and boneless.

"That was..." Dean laughed.

"I love you." Cas looked at Dean.

"You... You what?" Dean frowned. No, no don't freak out, say it back, tell him you love him, do it.

"I love you, Dean."

"I... I think you... You should go, it's getting late." Dean got off of Cas, standing awkwardly by the door.

"Oh. Right. Drive me home?" Cas sounded hurt, as he gathered his things.

"Yeah." Dean didn't look at him.
They drove to Cas's house. Outside the door, Cas kissed Dean again, his eyes sad. "I love you."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Cas. I'm sorry." Dean ran back to his car, driving away. What is wrong with me? Why can't I tell Cas I love him? Why am I so scared of those three words?

-Oh, Dean, honey. Don't worry, everything will be okay. And I own nothing, in case you forgot.-