All right, readers. I gave you an entire chapter of fluff and cute but now we've got to get back to business. As much as I hate to give you angsty feelings (who am I kidding, I love it) we're going to have to get into the big conflict of the story and that is going to mean pain. So get your chocolate and your alcohol or whatever coping mechanism you use because I am about to be your least favorite person ever. But not before you get one more little (BIG) treat courtesy of New Year's Eve. Consider it my advanced apology for whatever may come.

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"Caaaaaaassssstieeee!"

He rolled his eyes as he walked through the house trailed by his older brother, trotting towards the stairs with an armful of his clothing.

"For the last time, Gabriel, I have plans." Castiel fired over his shoulder as he ascended towards his room.

"But it's New Year's! Shouldn't you be with your family?" Gabriel implored, not giving up.

"I'm with my family 90% of the time. This one night, I have plans." He said simply, pushing his door open and walking in.

"With who?" his brother questioned, following him in without a care in the world for his privacy.

Castiel rolled his eyes as he began folding his clothes.

"Friends. Mother already knows and she has no problem with it. You can have your family holiday with everyone else but just for tonight, I am going to enjoy myself with others." He said.

Gabriel stared at him for a moment, squinting slightly.

"Fine. You'll miss me and my special New Year's concoction." He said, turning to breeze out of the room.

"I don't think I'll ever miss that." Castiel muttered under his breath, smiling slightly as his heart leapt.

He was looking forward to that night, thrilled at exactly whom he was spending it with.

Several hours later, he braved the cold chill outside as he ran up to the door, careful to avoid the spots of ice in the parking lot. Castiel's hand came down on the door several times and it opened soon after, washing warmth over him. In the doorway stood a tall blonde girl. His eyes widened when he saw her, unsure of how to react to her presence.

"You must be Castiel!" she said, gesturing for him to come in.

"Y-yes I am." He nodded, stepping around her and watching as she closed the door.

"I'm Jess." She said, holding out her hand.

His entire body relaxed as he realized who she was.

"It's nice to meet you." he said, shaking her hand as Sam walked into the room.

"Hey Castiel." The younger Winchester brother said, patting his shoulder before leaning down to kiss his girlfriend on the cheek. "Dean's in the bathroom. There's food in the kitchen and we have the New Year's show on."

"Dean wanted to watch Star Trek to honor the new year but we insisted on the Times Square party." Jess said, pulling Castiel into the kitchen where a bunch of food was waiting.

"Wow, this is… it's amazing." He commented, glancing over the variety that was laid out.

"Thank you." Jess said, beaming at him.

He heard voices out in the living room and knew that Dean had come out.

"Sam told me everything about you two. Dean knows but I don't think that you did, judging by your look when I opened the door." Jess murmured in a low voice.

Castiel looked up at her with wide eyes.

"I just want to let you know that you aren't alone. Sam will always support Dean and by extension, you. I'm the same, so you always have us."

He couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face.

"Besides…" Jess said, her voice raising. "Anyone who can deal with Dean on a daily basis is a saint in my book."

"What's this I hear about dealing with me?"

Jess laughed as Dean walked into the room and grinned at Cas, walking straight towards him. Before he knew it, he was gathered in the other man's arms and a sloppy kiss was laid on his lips. A blush formed on his cheeks as he clutched Dean's shirt.

"Save it for midnight!" Sam protested, throwing a dishtowel at them.

"Shut him up for me, would you Jess?" Dean said, glancing over at her.

"Not a chance in the world of that happening, Dean. He lives to talk." She said, wrapping her arms around Sam as she laid her head on his shoulder.

Castiel simply smiled up at Dean, warmth filling his chest.

"Hey Cas." The other male said, his eyes sparkling.

"Hello Dean." he replied.

They turned to the food in sync, reaching out to get plates. A knock sounded on the door and Sam moved to get it, complaining the whole way that it was Dean's apartment and that he should have to get it.

Laughter filled the room, drowning out the television.

"I found the boys hiding underneath the car with their hands covered in peanut butter." Bobby said, his face flushed as he smiled and continued the story.

"And so the story of how we covered an entire staircase with peanut butter has been told." Dean nodded, lifting a bottle of beer to his lips.

"That is… impressive." Castiel nodded.

"It was… until we had to clean it up." Sam said, grimacing at the reminder.

They were sprawled out over the living room. Sam and Jess were curled on one side of the couch, Bobby on the other. Ellen was in the chair with Jo sitting at her feet. Cas and Dean were sitting in front of the couch, Dean leaning back against it and Castiel between his legs leaning back into his chest. No one so much as batted an eyelash at their intimate position, none of them surprised by it. Dean looked pleased by it and Castiel was as well, happy that they could be in front of Dean's family so openly, their hands entwined and Dean's lips occasionally pressing to the crown of his head. He wouldn't have given this up for anything, except for one thing.

He only wished that his family could be in the room as well, all of his siblings and his parents laughing with them as they shared embarrassing stories about everyone. He still refused to let it ruin his night, laughing just as enthusiastically as everyone else. When the countdown reached a few minutes until midnight, Dean squeezed his hand and Castiel looked over his shoulder at him.

"I've never kissed anyone… on New Year's." The teenager admitted, his cheeks coloring slightly.

Dean grinned, reaching up to cup his face.

"I'm glad to be your first, Cas." He said quietly.

They heard the chanting in their ears but they ignored it, staring deep into each other's eyes. As it reached only seconds left, their faces moved closer. Then there was chaos, cheers and horns and such going off on the TV. Dean's lips covered his, caressing his at first before Castiel deepened the kiss. He pushed forward and nibbled on the mechanic's lower lip. The kiss lingered for several moments until they pulled away, looking into each other's eyes.

"Happy New Year, Cas." Dean murmured.

"Happy New Year." Castiel whispered in reply, smiling.

"All right, enough with the kisses." Ellen said, walking into the room with a bottle of champagne in her hand.

Jo followed her in holding plastic flutes for all of them.

"We're toasting the new year."

Bobby poured out the champagne at Ellen's urging and it was passed out to everyone.

"To the new year…" Ellen said, raising her glass. "And all that it may bring."

"To the new year!" everyone repeated, holding their glasses up before sipping at the bubbly liquid.

Castiel found that he didn't hate it, licking his lips as the sweet taste lingered on his tongue. He took another drink and another.

"Well someone likes it." Dean said, grinning at him.

Cas turned to him and smiled, blushing as he shrugged.

"Well that's my cue. This old man needs to get home." Bobby said, grunting as he stood.

"Seconded, Jo?" Ellen said as she picked her purse up off the ground.

"Right behind you." the blonde teenager said, winking at Dean and Cas before walking out behind them.

The remaining four shouted their goodbyes at them. When they were left alone, Jess stood and started to clear the coffee table.

"You really don't have to do that." Dean protested. "I can do it tomorrow."

She smiled at him.

"I don't mind."

Dean nodded back, smiling appreciatively. Sam distracted him with a conversation about when him and Jess were heading back to Stanford, neither noticing when Castiel finished off his champagne flute and reached for the remains of Jo's drink. When he'd drank three full glasses of it, Dean noticed that he was smiling happily at the warm feeling in his chest.

"Okay, that's enough for you." he said, moving the bottle out of his reach.

Castiel frowned up at him, allowing himself to be pulled up.

"I guess that's our sign to leave." Sam said, smiling at them as Jess walked back into the room.

Dean nodded at them.

"I'll see you two later, okay?" he said.

Sam and Jess waved over their shoulders as they walked towards the door. Dean pulled Castiel back to the bedroom, grateful that he was only slightly off balance and that the small amount of champagne he consumed hadn't been much more.

"Your family is wonderful." Castiel sighed as he sat on the bed, looking up at Dean.

Dean grinned down at him, his hand stroking over his cheek.

"I'll be back, okay? I'm just gonna lock up and turn off lights."

Cas nodded, watching as he left. Dean did as he said, locking the front door and drawing the blinds closed before walking through and switching all the lights off. When he made his way back to his room, he stopped short in the doorway. Castiel was standing now, pulling his shirt over his head. His back was to Dean, the smooth expanse of skin tempting enough to look at but impossible not to want to touch.

Dean moved closer, sliding his hands over his hips as his lips descended on his shoulder. Castiel sighed and leaned his head back. His lips went to his neck, ghosting over the spot behind his ear before kissing and nipping a path to his throat. Castiel's hand lifted, sliding into Dean's hair and stroking the strands gently. His eyes slid closed as his breaths came out in sharp puffs. One of Dean's hands moved to press just over his stomach, his thumb tracing circles into his soft skin.

"Dean." Castiel breathed, his voice full of need.

He turned him around and they staggered towards the bed as their lips met. Dean carefully pulled him down, both falling onto their sides. Castiel quickly pushed him back, throwing a leg over his thighs to straddle his hips. His hands were on either side of his face as he nibbled on his lower lip. Dean's hands slid down his back to play with the waistband of his jeans. Cas sat up quickly, his hands gripping the hem of his t-shirt before yanking it over his head. Dean sat up once it was gone, his hands sliding into Castiel's hair as he kissed and nibbled on his jaw and throat. Their hips rocked together as their lust rose.

Cas suddenly slid from his lap, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans with shaking hands. Dean fell back onto the bed and lifted his hips helpfully, gasping when his pants and boxers were pulled off at once. Before he could say a word, Castiel's hand wrapped around his length. The teenager hummed as he bent down and licked around the head. Dean groaned his name as he took more of him in his mouth, sliding down very slowly and using his hand to make up for what he couldn't take in. His eyes flickered up to Dean's and kept contact as he bobbed up and down slowly at first, becoming more enthusiastic. Dean's hands slid into his hair, not forcing him down but simply stroking the locks. Suddenly Castiel sat up and Dean cursed at the loss of warmth.

"I want you." he said, his thump sweeping lightly over the pre-come and saliva covered tip.

Dean stared up at him with lust-darkened eyes.

"You have me, Cas." He murmured, reaching up to stroke a hand over his cheek.

"No, Dean." He said, shaking his head and unbuttoning his pants.

The mechanic watched with wide eyes as he slid them down over his hips, shimmying them off before hooking his fingers in his boxers.

"I want you." Castiel stressed the middle word, pulling them off and freeing his cock from the thin material.

Dean didn't respond for a moment, heat rushing through him at the sight of him naked. When Castiel straddled him once again and slid their swollen lengths together, he groaned and his head fell back, snapping him out of his trance.

"Cas…" he said, reaching up to take his hand. "We shouldn't… I mean… are you… what if… are you sure?"

Castiel smiled at his stammering and pulled his hand up to his cheek as he bucked towards him, sending shocks of pleasure through both of their bodies.

"Yes." He whispered, pressing a kiss into the palm of the other man's hand.

Dean pushed up, dragging his face in for a kiss as his hand shot out. He fumbled with the bedside table, opening the drawer and rifling through it blindly. He finally pulled out the items that he wanted, dropping them on the bed. Their lips never parted, Dean nibbling at his lip and causing him to gasp. Taking the chance, he delved into Castiel's mouth as he slowly turned them over. Castiel laid back on the bed, his legs wrapping around his waist as his fingers dug into his back. He nipped at Dean's exposed throat as he glanced over at the light switch.

"Oh." He groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets as he held himself up. "Cas, you're driving me fucking crazy."

"That's the point." Castiel whispered huskily.

Dean grinned at him before carefully unwinding them. Castiel sat up on his elbows and watched as he walked over to the light switch and turned it off. Several moments later, a lamp switched on and threw the room into dimmer light.

"That's better." He said proudly.

Castiel smiled up at him.

"Setting the mood?"

Dean shrugged and crawled back up to him, hovering over him and letting his breath wash over his lips.

"Where were we?" he questioned.

Castiel reached up and pulled him down, connecting their lips and hitching his legs around Dean's bare hips. He picked up the small bottle, opening it with a small pop. The teenager broke away from the kiss and his eyes lit up excitedly. He clambered up, flipping over and balancing on his hands and knees. Dean let out a groan at the position, letting his eyes roam over his backside before reaching out to run his hand over it. Castiel pushed back against him, dropping onto his elbows and pressing his face down into the bed. Dean squeezed out some of the lubricant onto his hand and coated several fingers with it. When he let one finger circle around the tight hole, Castiel buried his face in the blanket to muffle his noises.

"I want to hear you, Cas." Dean murmured, his other hand stroking up his spine encouragingly.

The dark-haired male turned his head to the side and bit his lip, sighing as he stroked the hole very gently. The muscles relaxed and Cas opened up for him. Dean pushed his finger in a little bit, making him shudder and moan his approval. Very slowly, he pushed the finger all the way in up to the knuckle and Dean couldn't help but groa at the tight heat that clenched around his digit. Castiel wriggled, pleading with his body for him to move, to stroke him and bring him pleasure.

Dean began moving the finger in and out, biting his lip hard at the noises that were coming out of Castiel's mouth. When the younger man began pleading for more, he carefully slid a second finger in with the first, stretching his hole wider and causing his muscles to tense up for a moment before relaxing and allowing him to continue. Dean simply slid the fingers in and out a few times before he began separating them, scissoring Castiel gently to stretch him out as much as he could. The teenager looked back at him with dark blue eyes, a wild look in him.

"Dean please… I need you… please…" Cas pleaded, arching towards his fingers.

He yelped when Dean crooked his fingers and brushed his prostate and he trembled, breathing heavily.

"You like this?" the mechanic said, adding a third finger much to Cas' approval.

"Yes." He declared, bucking against him.

Dean took a deep breath, relished in the feel of his tight heat accepting his fingers. After several more moments, Dean slid his fingers out. The other male immediately flipped over as he slid backwards off the bed and stood. Dean gasped when Castiel gripped his hips, leaning forward to lick his cock once more as his blue eyes looked up to stare deep into his own green eyes. As he took him into his mouth, Dean groaned and his hand threaded through Castiel's hair, stroking it encouragingly. The younger man bobbed a few times, his tongue swiping over the vein on the underside and his cheeks hollowing out. When he withdrew with a pop, he pulled Dean back with him, spreading his legs to let the older man fall between them.

"Now, Dean." He murmured, his hand sliding into his hair and tugging on it lightly. "Please."

He squeezed his eyes shut and reached down, weaving his hand through Castiel's. He lifted it up, staring deep into his eyes with intensity. His other hand reached down and hitched his leg up over his hip before he slid down and carefully ensured that Castiel was stretched out enough.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Dean questioned, not wanting to do anything that Cas wasn't sure of.

The teenager nodded quickly, gripping his shoulders.

"I want it to be with you. I want you." he murmured. "Please let us do this."

Dean swallowed hard and nudged at his hole.

"Tell me if it hurts at all if you want it to stop. Don't hold back because you don't want to say it."

Castiel nodded quickly, pleading in his gaze. Dean held his breath and pushed in, leaning down and capturing his lips. The teenager gasped at the feeling of being filled, his hands clutching at the blankets. At first it burned and he fought back a hiss at the feeling. His fingers flew up and dug into Dean's skin as he took sharp breaths. The older male moved slowly, pushing in at a snail's pace as he stared down at him for any trace of discomfort. His walls clenched down on Dean's cock and wrenched a groan out of him. Finally he was fully seated within him, his length fully enveloped by his tight heat. Castiel had his head thrown back and his eyes closed tightly.

"You okay?" Dean asked, practically breathless as he looked down at him.

He took several slow breaths, not answering for a full minute. When they finally opened, Dean saw that he looked crossed between lust and being overwhelmed, his eyes glazed over.

"Move Dean… please…" Castiel whimpered, clutching at his back.

"Gimme a second, Cas." He breathed, trying to keep himself from moving too fast or going too hard.

The younger man desperately pressed wet kisses to his shoulder and neck. Dean finally moved, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. He kept up the slow pace as gasps and kisses were exchanged, their bodies trembling and moving together. Their eyes stayed fixed on the others unless they were kissing, blue staring into green and passing all sorts of silent communication along that was easily returned. Their hushed voices filled the air, groans of pleasure and whispers of need shattering the silence.

As Dean began to move quicker, Castiel writhed underneath him. His hands scratched into his back before flying out to grip the blankets desperately. His teeth dug into his shoulder for a moment before Dean propelled himself backwards, pulling him with him. Cas rocked against him, Dean thrusting up to keep the friction going. Their lips melded, Dean's hands pressing into Castiel's lower back as his hands rested on his shoulder blades. When the dark-haired male pulled away, Dean reached between them and his hand wrapped around his erection that was between them.

Castiel's eyes flew open, the green darkened with lust as Dean pounded into him over and over. They stared deeply into each others eyes as a litany of moans, cries, and licentious words mingled in the air around them. He suddenly pulled out and Castiel whimpered, bemoaning the loss. Dean pulled him over as he fell onto his back him onto his side, pulling Castiel over on top of him. The teenager positioned his cock at his entrance and slid down, burying his head in Dean's hair as he did so. Dean's head fell back onto the pillows, his hips driving upwards and hitting Castiel's prostate with each thrust. The younger male howled and sobbed as white-hot pleasure sparked through him. Dean gripped his hips and guided him through his movements.

"Dean." Castiel moaned, his hands planted on his chest as his hips circled and rocked. "It feels so… so good."

His head was thrown back to reveal the marks on his throat from Dean's lips and teeth.

"I'm-I'm close." The younger male informed him, desperately chasing the pleasure that his body longed for.

Dean continued to pump his cock as he drove up into him. Castiel threw his head back, letting out a cross between a sob and a moan as white liquid streamed out onto Dean's stomach. The older male continued to pump him through the orgasm, entranced by the complete look of ecstasy on his partner's face. Castiel's mouth was slightly open and his eyes were closed. His flushed skin looked beautiful in the dim light of the room. Once he finished, the older man flipped them over and thrusted in and out desperately, chasing his own finish.

When his warm liquid began filling Castiel, they stared into each other's eyes with wonder. Their lips melded together as Dean moved slower and slower. Finally he pulled out when they were both too sensitive. Dean reached down and grasped his boxers, cleaning them both up before collapsing next to him. Castiel curled into his side and pressed his head against his chest, his breathing quick as he tried to calm down.

"That was… amazing." He said, his voice full of wonder.

Dean smiled slightly and bent down, pressing a light kiss to his head.

"It was even better." He said simply.

They laid there basking in each other's arms as they replayed the experience in their heads. When Castiel looked up at Dean, he saw emotions overwhelming his face that was set in a grimace.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting up and cupping his freckled cheeks.

"I just…" Dean sighed and shook his head. "I'm just so afraid."

Castiel tilted his head to the side.

"Of what?"

He shrugged and looked down at him for a moment.

"Of doing something fucking stupid and losing you." he admitted.

Castiel stared at him for a moment before shaking his head and leaning up to kiss him.

"Not going to happen."

Day Before School Restarts

"There's something different about you." Jo said, watching as he read the book in his hands.

Castiel was sitting at his desk and she was sprawled across his bed.

"What do you mean?" he asked, not even looking up.

"I mean, ever since New Year's, you've been unnaturally happy. You're always smiling and you haven't been talking about college applications. What happened?"

He shrugged and didn't bother to glance up at her. When a gasp reached his ears, however, he did look up. Jo had her hands over her mouth.

"Did you… I mean, you had… the entire night… just you two… did you get it on during the night on New Year's?"

He flushed and his eyes fell to his book again, not wanting to look at her.

"You did!" Jo screeched, throwing a pillow at him. "You have to tell me everything!"

Castiel sighed and glanced up at her.

"I don't have to do anything. I will not confirm anything that may or may not have happened. All that I can say is that our intimacy was quite… amazing… that night." He said with a wry grin.

Jo let out a laugh and launched off the bed, hugging him tightly.

"My little Cas, all grown up." She sniffled, pretending to wipe away a happy tear.

He rolled his eyes and shoved her away. Suddenly Gabriel peeked in with a raised eyebrow.

"What did my brother do?" he questioned.

They both froze with wide eyes.

"Nothing." Jo said simply, withdrawing from him and sitting back on the bed.

The older sibling squinted at them before shaking his head and walking off. Castiel let out a breath and looked at her warily.

"Sorry." Jo whispered, looking guilty.

"It's no fault of yours." He sighed, putting his book away and staring down at his hands miserably.

"Hey, why are you unhappy? You're not supposed to be unhappy when you've just… well, you know." Jo questioned, sounding concerned.

"I'm not unhappy." Castiel shook his head. "I just wish that… I wish that my family could all know. Dean's does… well except for his father. But the people that matter to him, they were all in that room on New Year's Eve. My family was all here not knowing what was going on, except for my mother. It just bothers me that I cannot tell them. It is not like me to lie to them, especially for this long about something this big."

She looked sympathetic.

"I doubt they would blab about you two." Jo assured him.

"No, that's not the problem." He said, shaking his head. "It's that… the more people know, the more likely it is that we will be found out by all the wrong people. It's simply a statistical thing." He shrugged.

Jo reached out, squeezing his shoulder lightly.

"Maybe just bring it up with Dean?"

He looked over at her, wondering if it was really the best thing to talk about with him.

Castiel watched from the couch as Dean sorted out his clothing, preparing for the next day by doing all of his laundry at the urging of his dark-haired lover.

"I loved New Year's." he said bluntly, cursing himself as the mechanic looked up at him with surprise.

"I did too." Dean said, grinning.

He sighed heavily and clutched at his knees.

"Seeing your entire family… knowing that they all support you and not having to hide in front of them… it was refreshing." He claimed.

Dean nodded, placing his t-shirts in a pile.

"Yeah, it's just great to have some people to share this with." He agreed.

Castiel swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"I only wish we could extend the amount of people that we share it with." He said.

Dean's surprised eyes met his and he backtracked quickly.

"I don't mean random people. I mean… my family." Cas admitted. "It would be nice if my family knew about it."

The other man raised his eyebrows slowly.

"Cas you always keep telling me how much of a loudmouth Gabriel is, not to mention your other siblings. Are you really sure that you should tell them? Shouldn't you be worried that they'll let it slip?"

For some reason, Castiel felt a twinge of offense at the words.

"My family loves me." he argued. "I do not believe that they would say or do anything that would put me in trouble or danger, if that's what you're implying."

Dean looked at him with wide eyes, shaking his head.

"I don't think that they would do that… on purpose. But you know sometimes things are said without anyone meaning anything. If that happens, everything will collapse around us. I'll lose my job at the school and we wouldn't be able to be seen out in public without being ostractized." He replied.

Castiel set his lips in a firm line, more annoyance flashing through him.

"So then we're always stuck in secret? Until when, Dean? Until I graduate? Until you decide to quit your job? Until you decide I'm worth claiming?" he questioned bitterly.

The older man looked surprised at his tone, responding with an equal tone of voice.

"What the hell is this even about, Cas? About the fact that your family doesn't know or about the fact that you don't like keeping this a secret from anyone?" Dean demanded, sounding defensive.

Castiel hesitated, staring into his eyes.

"I want a date, Dean. I want to be able to go to a restaurant or a movie theater. I want to hold your hand and kiss you on the cheek. I just… I want everything with you." he admitted.

The mechanic looked sympathetic towards that, his annoyance disappearing momentarily.

"I know, Cas. Trust me, I want all the same thing." He sighed.

"Then why don't we pursue it? Dean, you have a job. If you quit the school, Bobby can probably give you more hours. You'll be making money still and…"

He cut off when he saw the shocked and enraged look aimed at him.

"So what? I'm having to choose between teaching and you?" Dean asked, a hint of hostility in his tone.

Castiel shook his head, taking a deep breath.

"I just think that if you did, if you were no longer my teacher, people would not have nearly as much of a probem with this. If you had no professional relationship with me or other students or my parents, then we would not have to hide." He tried to convince him.

"Only I have to drop doing something I love because you can't keep a secret for another five months?" Dean demanded.

He stared at him, his mouth open slightly.

"Not to mention that I need the money I'm making from it. Do you really think that I'm working two jobs willingly? That I don't need the money desperately? Jesus, Cas… I mean I knew you were naïve but do you really forget that not everyone has their daddy to throw money at him?"

Castiel stood abrupty, gaping at him angrily.

"I am not naïve!" he snapped back.

"Yeah, Cas… you are. Don't worry, it's cute most of the time. Right now it's freaking annoying, though. I have obligations. I have to pay for shit. I have to work for a living. I can't just bat my eyelashes and get what I want!" Dean said, standing as well.

The teenager stared at him in shock.

"Is that really what you think I do?" he questioned.

"I don't think anything, Cas. It's what you do. You don't have to work for anything you get so I don't expect for you to understand. You're like a child who thinks the world works the way it does in your closed off little mind. It must be nice to live in that fantasy world but out here, we have to worry about grown up things."

Castiel suddenly dropped the DVD case he was holding, turning his back on the movie they were about to start watching together. He grabbed his coat and shoved it on, buttoning it up. Dean watched him with wide eyes, everything that he just said setting in.

"Cas-Cas I…"

"Don't bother, Dean." He snapped, picking up his keys. "You shouldn't have to explain yourself to a child."

Dean watched with wide eyes as he opened the front door and slammed it shut behind him. Several moments of silence passed as he tried to figure out what the hell just happened and how to fix it.

"I told you I would fuck it up." He whispered.

Please don't kill me! I wish I could say it gets better right away after this… but I would be lying. Please review!