It was dark out that night and a little cold for a summer night. Jo and Charlie hooked arms and walked towards the Impala, getting inside. They knew Dean was tough enough to handle anything. Castiel followed them, but looked back to see Dean walking slowly towards them. "Dean? You okay?" Castiel waved him over, but something was wrong. From what Castiel could see through the darkness, Dean was clutching his side. When he came within the light of the lamppost, Castiel's eyes widened. "Dean! Are you bleeding?" Before Castiel could reach him, Dean collapsed to the ground. "DEAN!"

That morning, Dean lazily rolled over on his small twin bed and bumped face first into Castiel. He smiled, pushing back Castiel's dark hair from his forehead and kissing him. They were cramped on the small bed, but it was the closest thing after they got out of the shower. Dean ran his fingers down Castiel's bare skin, watching goose bumps rise on his lover's skin. Castiel grumbled and moved closer to Dean on the bed. Dean wrapped an arm around Castiel's waist and pulled his naked body closer to him under the sheets. "Mornin'"

Castiel blinked his eyes open and smiled when he saw Dean. "Good Morning." He yawned, squeezing his eyes shut, and then stretched out. It was a good thing Dean was holding onto him, because he almost fell off the small bed. Dean chuckled and pulled him in for another kiss. Castiel melted into the motion. When Dean pulled away, Castiel's eyes were closed and he had dozed off again. Dean unhooked himself from Castiel and looked over at his alarm clock. It was ten in the morning. Dean groaned. Why do I do this to myself on a Saturday morning? Dean sat up and rubbed his neck a few times before forcing himself off his bed. He rummaged through his drawers for a fresh pair of boxers and slipped them on. He trekked downstairs to make himself something to eat when he saw the plates of food on the kitchen table. He laughed since he and Castiel were supposed to eat those the night before, but other things got in the way. He picked the plates up and threw the food in the trash. He placed the dishes in the sink and then opened the cupboard to grab a box of cereal and a bowl.

Dean ate silently by himself in the kitchen until it was around ten thirty. He had to get dressed for the day. Bobby needed him to come in for a few hours that day. Dean decided in the morning was the best idea since Castiel would be sleeping for the most part. Dean jogged back upstairs to his room and grabbed some work clothes. Castiel turned on the bed and looked up at Dean. "Work?" He asked while he pulled Dean's comforter tighter around himself.

"Yeah, I'll be back around-" Dean figured the amount of work he had left to do. "-two or three?" He pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed the keys to his car. He was out the door before Castiel could say goodbye. Castiel snuggled into Dean's pillow, taking in the scent of Dean. He fell back asleep.

Dean grabbed his phone from the countertop and checked it unconsciously. The screen was lit up with a missed call and texts. The notifications were from the night before when Dean was busy with Castiel.

From 'Jo'

Hey Dean! Charlie is back in town again this weekend! There is this dance place she wanted to go to. Do you and Cas want to go? *Hunter Girl *

Dean read the other texts.

From 'Jo'

It's a gay bar! AH!

From 'Jo'

Doesn't that sounds fun?

Dean rolled his eyes and quickly shot a text back to Jo. I'll ask Cas later. DW.

The more Dean thought about going out that night, the more excited he got. It was a new occurrence for him to be excited about going out to a club. He had gone to Ellen Harvelle bar before, but nothing as out there as a gay bar. Dean finished his work up quickly and efficiently. "I'll see you Monday, Bobby." Dean yelled towards the back of the garage. Bobby popped his head up from under the hood of a car he was working on.

"Where are you off too, boy?" Bobby grumbled out. He stood back from his car and looked over at Dean's work. He was impressed that Dean got everything done. "Well then." Bobby shut the hood of Dean's car project. He smiled at his almost-son and patted him on the shoulder. "I hear your parents and Sam are coming home by the end of the week."

"Yeah." Dean murmured.

"You don't sound all that excited about it." Bobby rolled his eyes. "Did you get all of that crap off the front of the garage?" Bobby had seen the graffiti and was the one who told Dean is was all over the garage. It was the first he had heard of hate crimes in his town, and he had lived there for most of his life. Although, it was also the first time he had known of any gays in town. Unfortunately, one of which was his own family, which got him worried for Dean's safety.

"Yeah, Cas came over and helped out. I don't think Dad will notice anything." Dean tapped his booted foot on the ground, antsy to get back home to Castiel. "And I'll kick the snot of out of anyone who tries to do anything again." Dean rammed his fist into the palm of his other hand. "Don't worry about it, Bobby." Dean turned on his feet. "Do you need me tomorrow?" He asked, while walking away from the garage.

"I'll see you Monday. Go have fun doing- whatever you do." Bobby waved Dean off and went back to working on the car at the back end of the garage. He opened the hood and smiled when he heard the Impala roar out of the graveled driveway.

Dean quickly made his way back to his home where Castiel was waiting for him. He pulled his car in the driveway next to Gabriel's car (which Castiel drove over to his house.) Dean was just about to get out of the car when he heard something hit the back window of the Impala. Then another hit came. Dean looked back and saw a chip in the window. "Son of a bitch!" Dean raced out of his car and looked at his back window up close. He then looked around and saw a rock next to his car on the concrete. He picked it up and glared at the piece of earth. Then something hit his head hard. He cringed at the sudden pain in the back of his skull. "What the fuck?" Dean whipped his head around and saw a large pick up truck speed off down the road with a bunch of laughing twits inside. Dean rubbed the back of his head and then took a look at his precious Impala. "I'm sorry, Baby. They're not going to hurt you again." He ran his hand tenderly over the trunk.

"Dean, are you okay?" Castiel called out. He was standing at the front door and looking out at Dean. "What was that?" Castiel peered out the door down the street. The truck was far out of sight by then.

Dean grumbled. "That dumb ass, Alastair. He's just asking for it." Dean rubbed his head again and followed Castiel into the house. He locked the door behind him just in case Alastair decided to show back up and do some real damage. Dean pulled his dirty shirt off and threw it into the laundry room. Inside, a load of laundry was spinning around in the washing machine. Dean figured it was the sheets from his bed that he and Castiel dirtied the night before. He smirked, remembering every touch and every shudder of breath on his skin. Dean shivered ever so slightly. "Hey, Cas." Dean turned and there he was standing there, ready to hear what Dean was going to say. "Jo texted me and-" Castiel's expression turned sour. "Wanted to invite us out…" Dean raised an eyebrow. "What's with the face, sour puss?" Dean grabbed Castiel's cheek and pinched it like a grandma would to her grandchild.

"No offence, Dean. But I am not very fond of Jo."

"What? Why?!" Dean was blown away. Castiel hadn't known Jo that long, about as long as he knew Dean. And Jo was Dean's best friend, so there was no way that Dean could comprehend as to why Castiel didn't like Jo.

"Let me rephrase. I am not found of you and Jo."

"Oh." Dean awkwardly stood there. "Uh-"

Castiel rolled his eyes, stepping away. "But she wanted to invite us where?"

"This club downtown a little ways. It would be you, Jo, Charlie, and me. Charlie found the place I guess. It's-uh- it's a gay bar." Dean hoped for he best. Dean picked up that Castiel wasn't much of a partier and wasn't sure if a gay bar would have even crossed Castiel's mind on things he wanted to do on the weekend. Also, Dean had never been, since he had never been with a guy before. A gay bar never crossed his mind as well. "We don't have to go, I mean-"

"Let's go." Castiel suddenly said. He stepped forward and leaned against Dean. "I want to go. With you." Dean smiled brightly and kissed Castiel. A small smile appeared on Castiel's lips. "We'll have fun." Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist and rocked their bodies together. "We will dance." Castiel said softly. "And no one will judge."

Dean nodded his head in agreement. "I can totally make out with you in the middle of everyone. This is going to be awesome." Castiel rolled his eyes again, only making Dean smile even more. Before Dean ran up the stairs to clean off the grunge from work, he grabbed Castiel's face and smacked his lips against Castiel's. He pulled away, glancing up and down Castiel's soft-looking face. Dean's heart was so full of love for the person in front of him. He had had feelings for other people throughout his life, but the love he felt for Castiel was like none other. "Cas, I'm happy I met you." Dean spoke lovingly. He kissed Castiel once more before heading off up the stairs.

The tension in Castiel's body melted away. He leaned against the wall by the stairs and sighed contently. Dean was his. There was no denying it. They just belonged together and there was no other way around it.

Jo and Charlie showed up at Dean's house later that day, just before the sun crossed below the horizon. The doorbell rang out in the house and pounding came to the door. Castiel raced over and opened up the front door. Jo was taken back a little to see Castiel answering Dean's door. "H-hey!" She stepped inside and quickly gave a hug to Castiel before passing him up. "Where's Dean? Still getting ready?" Jo hooked her thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans as she looked around the Winchester household.

"Yes." Castiel said bluntly, allowing Charlie in behind Jo. Charlie caught Castiel's face harden and clasped him on the shoulder as she passed. Castiel looked at her hand and sighed. Charlie had almost the same affect of him as his brother did. It was very calming and reassuring that he had nothing to worry about. "He had been up there for an hour finding a shirt. There is a lot of plaid in that closet, and he did not feel like that was appropriate for where we were going."

"I found the shirt." Dean came barreling down the stairs in a tight fitting black t-shirt on and a pair of jeans, more fitted than his normal baggy work jeans. Castiel could really see the bow in his legs that Dean complained about so much, but Castiel loved it. It made Dean, well, more like Dean. "Hey girls." Dean winked at them and grabbed Jo around the waist. He spun her around, watching as her blonde hair fell in curtains over her shoulders. "Lookin' nice." Dean then looked over at Charlie, whose hair was tied up in a high ponytail and was wearing a fun-flared dress with medieval designs on it instead of her usual garb. "Well the gang's all here."

"Let's get out of here!" Charlie threw her arms into the air. She then grabbed Jo by hooking arms with her and pulled her out of the house. Dean latched hands with Castiel and pulled him with him before shutting the house up and leading Castiel over to the Impala. The girls climbed into the back seat, leaving Castiel to sit in the front with Dean. Before Castiel got into the car, Dean wolf whistled at him and winked.

"What?" Castiel raised an eyebrow.

"You're the finest of them all." Dean licked his lips and then slid into the car. Castiel shivered and got in next. Soon they were off, down the road, and onto the highway to get to the club. It was dark out by the time they reached the nearest city where they found the club that Charlie went on and on about while on the way to. A large neon sign lit up the crowded street it was on. Dean parked the impala in a small lot across the way and the four friends got out and raced over.

"Damn, a line." Dean cursed, taking Castiel's hand and going to the end of the twenty people, long line. Jo and Charlie followed. Jo looked around, looking uncomfortable. Charlie merely hooked arms with her again and pulled her along. Jo went along with it. It was better to pretend with Charlie than be the outcast in a gay bar. Soon the line started to move and the bouncer at the front was checking IDs as the line moved. Dean pulled out his and handed it over, it was checked and then the bouncer waved him inside. Dean waited just inside the club for Castiel, Jo and Charlie. His heart was already pumping with excitement.

Inside the club, music was blaring and the bass reverberated in Dean's chest. Once his eyes adjusted to the crazy lights with contrasting darkness, a huge smile appeared on Dean's face. He spun around and grabbed Castiel, pulling him to the dance floor. He looked back, making sure that Jo and Charlie stayed close. Even though he was there to be with Castiel, Dean still kept an eye out on the girls. He was Dean Winchester after all, there was never a time when he wasn't a gentleman. Once on the dance floor, Castiel hooked his arms around Dean's waist and swayed with the music. They're movements were in-tune with each other, bodies' close and heated up. Dean breathed into Castiel's ear. "No one else I would want to be here with."

"I feel the same." A light flashed by them as they kissed, still moving with the music. Castiel leaned his head on Dean's shoulder, until he looked up to see Dean searching the place for something. "Bar is over there." Castiel took a hand off of Dean and pointed across the dance floor. Dean winked at Cas before letting him go.

"Want anything?" Dean asked. Castiel shrugged. He wasn't really one to drink. The camping trip was an exception and even then he didn't drink much. Dean chuckled. "I'll bring you something." He patted Castiel's shoulder before walking over to the girls to ask them if they wanted anything. Dean checked back with Castiel, asking him to stick with Jo and Charlie. Castiel agreed and Dean was off. He returned shortly with his hands full of drinks. He handed them off to everyone as they cheered off to the side of the dance floor and started to drink. A few drinks later, Jo was smashed, hanging onto Charlie for support. Dean was buzzed, as was Castiel, and Charlie was the one Dean trusted with driving the Impala back, so she was done after the first drink.

Dean and Castiel left for the dance floor again, clawing at each other, needing each other's lips. Castiel smashed his mouth against Dean's and pushed his tongue past Dean's parting lips. He licked Dean's teeth, then fought his way inside. Dean responded with his own tongue, swirling around Castiel's slick muscle. They tasted each other's alcohol laced mouths, only parting to breath and then getting back to it. Dean pressed close to Castiel, thrusting with the music's beats. He snaked his hands down through Castiel's hair and then down his neck, grabbing the back of his shirt, wanting it to be gone so he could touch Castiel's soft skin. Castiel pulled his hands away, looking Dean in the eye, telling him without words that their clothing had to stay on. Dean pouted and pulled at the fabric anyways, he tickled Castiel's skin. Castiel shivered, turned his back against Dean and leaning on him. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel. They continued to sway to the music until Castiel pushed away. He saw the private seating areas across the way and wanted to venture. He pulled at Dean. "Let's go over there."

"But Jo and Charlie-" Dean looked back and saw the Jo and Charlie had gone off on their own quite a while ago. He could still see them and realized that there was no trouble in the club for them. "Okay." Dean let Castiel drag him through the crowd of dancing people. Dean rubbed his thumb over the back of Castiel's hand. Once they got to the seating area, Dean fell to the large cushioned seats. He pulled Castiel down to his lap and kissed him. "This is great, Cas. We should come here more often." Castiel nodded, wiggling in Dean's lap, creating a little friction. Dean smirked and pawed at Castiel' backside. "When we get home, I want to do more than just last night."

"Anything." Castiel blushed. "I'm yours."

"God, Cas. You're amazing." Dean slipped a hand into the back of Castiel's jeans. He grabbed flesh and squeezed. "So sexy." Castiel arched his back, pressing against Dean. His breath got stuck in his throat as Dean worked his hand on his ass. He could feel Dean playing between his gluts. Castiel gasped, grabbing Dean's needy hand.

"Dean, later." Castiel felt hot.

"I want you now." Dean breathed, kissing Castiel's neck and trying to get his hand back to where it was. Castiel locked fingers with Dean and kept his hands still. Dean frowned.

"I promise that later you can do anything to me." Castiel pressed his forehead to Deans and smiled. "Anything." Dean accepted that offer and pulled his hands away. Now all he wanted to do was go back home and have his way with Castiel. He stood up, causing Castiel to hop off of his lap in a hurry. "Want to dance again?" Castiel asked. Dean nodded and brought him back to the dance floor. When the met up with Jo and Charlie again, the girls seemed a little shy with each other, leading Castiel to believe that Charlie made a move, and Jo didn't exactly turn it down. He was delighted with the idea of Jo backing off Dean, but wasn't keeping his hopes up.

"What time is it?" Jo shouted over the music.

Dean checked his watch. "Not even midnight, yet."

"Okay." Jo looked over at Charlie, her face blushed red. "Do you want to head out in like an hour? I have some booze back at my house and my mom is busy at the Roadhouse. We can grab it and go back to your place." The other three thought about Jo's suggestion and nodded. Charlie automatically accepted. Dean looked at Castiel and they bother turned to Jo saying, "yeah." Jo smiled. "So let's leave around one." She hooked arms with Charlie. "Let's get dancing!"

Another hour of dancing and more drinks passed. Jo and Charlie pulled Dean and Castiel out of the crowd towards the door. Dean fingered into his pockets for his keys and tossed them over to Charlie. She snatched them and smiled. The four left the sweaty, rainbow colored club with smiles on their faces. The impala was parked down a little and across the street, so that's where they headed. They passed up the other clubs, which were in full swing. One club was full of scantily clad woman and hulky men. Dean pulled Castiel's close, keeping his safe in his arms. As the couple walked by, they received nasty looks from a few guys. Dean kept his head low, until someone noticed him.

"Hey townie-fag!" A guy called out. Dean whipped around, letting go of Castiel. The alcohol in his system affected his thought process. He glared at the crowds of guys and girls hanging around on the street. Then the call came again. "What are you out with your boyfriend?" Dean pushed through a group of people and found the course of the noise. It was none other than his best friend, Alastair and some of his closest friends.

"Alastair, I hope you're prepared for me to beat you ass." Dean clenched his fists. Alastair smirked at him, and eyed at his buddies to surround Dean. "Just me and you. Man up, Alastair, and put up a real fight." Dean spit at Alastair's feet. The guy waved his friends off and grabbed Dean by the front of his shirt.

"You think you are so tough, you queer." Dean smacked away Alastair's grip. He kept his eyes on Alastair as they paced around each other like animals in the wild. Dean could hear Castiel, Jo and Charlie calling out to him. He merely waved them off, and yelled for them to get to the car. He turned to see Jo and Charlie pulling Castiel back just before Alastair threw the first punch. "You're not welcome here, Winchester!"

Dean stumbled back, wiping the blood from his busted lip. His blood boiled and he lunged forward, tackling Alastair to the ground. They rolled around, throwing punches left and right. The crowd around them dispersed. They didn't wanting to get involved with the brawl. Dean and Alastair picked themselves up from the cold ground. Dean was sporting a cut above his right eye and a busted nose as well as lip. Alastair's left eye was swelling up from a hit he got from Dean. His jaw was also scraped and bleeding from the pavement. They huffed, but continued with the fight anyways.

"Dean! Come on! Just get out of there!" Castiel called. He was far down the street from Jo and Charlie dragging him. "Let's just go home!"

"Yeah, Dean. Why don't you go home and fuck your boy over there." Alastair prodded at his tender skin for a second. He let his hands fall and fists clench up again. "If you're going to sin, sin all out." Alastair spit back at Dean.

"The hell did you say?" Dean growled. He reared back and threw a full force punch into Alastair's face. The two stumbled back towards the alleyway in between two clubs on the street. Skin hit skin and blood was shed on the ground. Dean managed another punch into Alastair's face before he felt a sickening crack in his hand He pulled back and held his hand in place. The punch he threw was a little too rough for his pour hand. He staggered back, holding his broken bones in place. Alastair stood straight. The streetlight only lit up part of the alleyway and Dean could see a gleam of light off a small-reflective surface. Alastair stalked forward, pulling the object out of his pocket.

Dean stepped back, but Alastair was already at him. He grabbed Dean's broken hand smashed it in his grip. Dean yelped, pulling back, although, Alastair kept a hold on him. Dean then felt a sharp pain in his side, something slicing through his skin. Alastair pulled back, letting Dean go while smirking. Dean held his side, feeling warmth dripping from him. He saw Alastair stepping back with a switchblade in his hands. It was covered with Dean's blood. "This is the only way to purge you of this sin." Alastair said with a deep, dark voice.

Dean summoned the rest of his strength and swung his legs around, kicking Alastair in the chest. Alastair flew back and landing on the ground. He groaned as Dean staggered over to him. "I suggest you stop being friends with Michael Novak." He barked. Dean kicked Alastair in the side once more, before stumbling out of the alleyway, clutching his side. No one of the street noticed the blood seeping down his pant leg and dripping to the pavement. Dean saw the parking lot just ahead and saw Castiel standing by the Impala with Jo and Charlie already in the car.

"Dean? You okay?" Dean saw Castiel wave him over. His vision was blurring and he stumbled into the light. "Dean? Are you bleeding?" Castiel was running at him. The last thing he saw was his dark haired loved coming at him with terror in his eyes. "DEAN!"

Castiel got to Dean shortly after Dean fell to the ground. He skidded to a stop on front of Dean's crumpled body and fell to the ground next to him. "Dean. Dean, what happened? DEAN!" Soon, Charlie and Jo were behind him, screaming out for Dean. "He's bleeding, badly. I don't know from where. I think it's his side." Castiel plucked the fabric of Dean's shirt and saw a hole in the black t-shirt. He ripping it open and saw the bleeding gash. "Oh god, Dean." Castiel placed his shaking hands on the wound. He looked up at Jo and Charlie. "C-call an ambulance."

Charlie whipped out her phone and shakily called 911. It automatically picked up. "Yes- Uh- My friend. He's injured. There's a lot of blood. We're on Main Street, just past fifth. He was in a small fight. Yes. Thank you, please hurry." Charlie shut her phone then kneeled down next to Dean along with Castiel and Jo. Jo was breathing heavily, trying to stop her tears.

"I-I'll call Bobby." Jo stood back, pressing her phone to her ear.

Castiel held his hands tight onto Dean's wound. He was managing to stop the bleeding somewhat. "It's going to be okay, Dean." Tears fell from his eyes. "I will make this okay."