There is some sex in this chapter. If you don't wish to read it, then you don't have to, blah blah blah.

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The following Monday brought trouble for both Dean and Castiel.

Castiel knew he should have expected it. He should have been prepared. Alastair hadn't made his blow- or even intentions known- and that alone should have unsettled Castiel.

He was just so busy freaking out over losing Sam and Dean that he let his guard slip.

First, there was his locker.

Damage to school property was not something that went overlooked. If it happened, it was made a big deal. It would be announced over the intercom, and addressed by a video from an administrator or even the principal. Everyone would talk about it, and different rumors would spread, creating stories that may not even relate to the truth. And, worst of all, somebody completely innocent would be dragged into the mess.

That's exactly what happened to Castiel.

His stomach dropped as he gazed at the horrific writing on his locker. Adam stood by Castiel, just as shocked at the words that beamed at the both of them in dripping red paint.

Castiel couldn't breathe. Everything was spinning and he couldn't breathe.

"Adam," he gasped out, feeling like somebody had punched him in the gut. People were slowing down as they walked past Castiel's locker, some just as shocked and some laughing and hooting names. The crowd hadn't dispersed. Teachers were yelling, now, trying to bring about order.

A hand made its way to Castiel's shoulder, and he could barely detect Adam's voice.

"Hey- Cas, it's fine, man," Adam managed to speak, putting another hand on Castiel's arm. "It's okay, let's get stuff to clean it up. Nobody else is going to see it."

It was a lie. Of course it was. But Castiel only nodded, mind frantic and heart pounding.

And, just as Adam was leading Castiel away, a voice rung out, catching both boys' attention.

"Woah, Cassy, way to come out," Alastair remarked, smiling horribly as Castiel gaped.

Before Castiel could speak, Adam was shoving Alastair out of their path, leading Castiel to the bathroom. "Out of the way," the blond scowled, pulling Castiel along with him, keeping him close and winding an arm protectively around his shoulders to block him from the mocking hands of students that tried patting his back in "celebration". He kept his free hand tight on Castiel's shoulder, guiding him.

But then Alastair said something that made Castiel's bones freeze with dread.

"What, you're leaving? I was just gonna tell you about the photo!"

Castiel turned around, jerking out of Adam's grasp. His wide blue eyes fixed onto Alastair's cold ones. "What photo?" he asked, feeling as though he weren't in his body, at all.

Alastair smiled, giving a nonchalant shrug. "Just a photo to settle the rumors. I'm very excited to be a part of your coming out, Cassy," Alastair spoke before giving Castiel a pat on the shoulder and leaning in close. "You should be careful what you do in the parking lot," he whispered into Castiel's ear before smirking and walking off.

Everything was spinning out of control, and the next thing he knew Castiel was sitting down in the bathroom, knees drawn to his chest and hands on his head as he tried to control his breathing. Adam was next to him, and Castiel finally caught his words.

"It's alright, Cas, just breathe," Adam instructed, seeming panicked at his friend's state. His eyebrows were furrowed with despair and he kept a hand hovered over Castiel's shoulder, not sure what to do. Blue eyes glanced at his phone, then back at his friend. "Dean's on his way, we're gonna fix this, alright? Charlie is getting the janitor to clean off your locker right n-"

They were interrupted by a group of guys that walked in, and Adam snapped, ordering them out in a agitated manner. They merely gawked at the scene in front of them before rushing out, excited talk starting among them. Castiel tried to slow down his breathing. His heart was pounding fast in his chest, and a ringing filled his ears, drowning out Adam's reassurances.

"Dean's on his way," Adam spoke, hands ghosting at Castiel's shoulders. "It's gonna be okay, just breathe."

True to his word, the door opened not even a minute later, and Castiel could just barely make out Adam's voice.

"Jo?" he exclaimed as a figure dropped in front of Castiel. "What are you-"

"It's a boy's bathroom, Adam, not hell," Jo retaliated before kneeling at Castiel's left.

Hands covered Castiel's own- warm and strong, lowering them down, and urging Castiel to look up.

"Cas," Dean's voice rung out. "Cas, please, look at me," he ordered.

Castiel shook his head hard, his quick-paced breathing turning into wet gasps. His mind was in panic- he was drowning and he couldn't come to the surface for air.

Dean's hands covered Castiel's cheeks, now, guiding his face up where he was met with green eyes. Castiel was gasping for a clear breath- it felt like he didn't have enough, no matter how much he breathed in, and out, and in, and out- in, out, in, out, in, out-

Dean pulled Castiel close, tight. His hand splayed itself on the back of Castiel's head, and he could hear Dean's voice in his ear- could feel fingers gripping on.

"Everything is okay," he murmured, holding Castiel tighter as the smaller teen let out a sob. "I'm here, I'm here."

Castiel shook his head violently, drawing his legs tighter to himself and resting his forehead on his knees in an attempt to steady his breathing. Dean didn't let go of Castiel's hands, and his grip was no longer comforting, but frantic. Castiel squeezed back, focusing on breathing- in and out, in and out, in and out. When Castiel didn't calm down, Dean looked panicked, and he turned to Adam.

"Tell me what happened," he commanded, hands squeezing Castiel's wrists, now.

"It was Alastair," Adam spoke fast. "Dean, man, everybody knows. He wrote it on Cas's locker and then he said something to him, but I don't know what."

Dean looked equally as panicked as Castiel felt, but he composed himself, instead turning back to Castiel and taking his face gently in his hands, easing him up to look in his eyes.

"Everything is fine," he whispered so quietly Castiel could barely hear him over the rapid pounding of his heart. "We're all here. I'm right here. We're gonna do this together, okay?"

Castiel focused on green eyes, nodding frantically before closing his eyes and letting Dean pull him close. He closed his eyes and buried his face against the material of Dean's shirt.

"Nobody's gonna hurt you. Nobody is gonna fuckin' touch you, I swear to God," Dean whispered into Castiel's ear, his hands gripping on tight to Castiel's jacket. "I'm right here, I'm not goin' anywhere."

And that's how Castiel rode out his anxiety on the dirty floors of a public bathroom, his chest screaming with pain and Dean, Jo, and Adam all comforting him along the way. As soon as he gathered himself, first period had well started, and Castiel felt exhausted- like he wanted to do nothing but hide and sleep.

When Dean helped him onto his feet (a swaying, stumbling sort of motion), Castiel felt panicked, again.

"He saw us," he whispered to Dean, gripping on tight to his arms.

Dean looked confused. "What do you mean? Who?"

"Alastair. He saw us in the parking lot," Castiel explained, feeling the need to vomit. "He has a photo."

It was Dean's turn to look panicked, now. He paled a noticeable shade, and his jaw hung open. "How? What… what did he say?"

"He's going to show it to everybody," Castiel spoke, feeling his heart race. "I know he is."

Dean's jaw tightened, and he looked Castiel in the eyes. "It doesn't matter," he decided. "Let him. Fuck, let the whole school know. I'm not gonna leave your side, Cas. We'll get through this, together."

"It's not the school I'm worried about," Castiel replied, looking at Dean, gravely. Dean instantly understood, and his eyes widened.

"You don't think he'll find out, do you?" Dean asked.

Castiel shook his head miserably. "I don't know. If the principal contacts him about it-"

"Then we'll explain it to him, together," Dean promised, grabbing hold of Castiel's hands and squeezing them tightly. "You don't have to face him alone."

And although he felt his heart tighten at the thought of his father finding out, Castiel nodded, deciding to give in to Dean's reassurances. He didn't tell Dean what his father would do- how no words of comfort would ever make him okay with what Castiel and Dean shared. He wouldn't understand. He'd separate them. It would all be over.

"Okay," he breathed out, swallowing the lump in his throat as he tried to stop his hands from shaking. "Okay."

Dean gave a smile, urging Castiel forward. "Let's go to homeroom. We're all gonna walk there, okay?"

Castiel gave another nod, letting his friends lead him out of the bathroom and past his locker, where a janitor was stood, shaking his head at the writing that vandalized the metal material.

Dean had Castiel look away, murmuring that it was no big deal- that it was already almost off. But the words were burned in Castiel's mind- hateful slurs and terrible accusations. He had seen the red. And it would never truly be gone.

There was no way he could explain this to his father.

Castiel was called into the office at the end of the day, along with Dean. No other name rang on the speaker. Not Gordon's, not Alastair's- nobody.

And Castiel tried to tame the pounding of his heart as he sat on a cold leather chair, Dean on his right and equally as silent.

The air conditioner hummed. A wall clock ticked. Castiel's leg itched to tap repeatedly, but he strained his muscles and kept it absolutely still.

Ms. Darvill gazed at the two teenagers. Her fingers were laced, forming a steeple that sat in front of her lips. Her eyes were emotionless as she contemplated what to say. Wrinkles adorned her features, sat and subtle around her eyes. Castiel looked away.

Finally, she spoke.

"It seems as though trouble never ends for you two," she observed, lifting her head as she placed her hands down onto her desk, twining her fingers together. "I'm quite considering whether all these incidents are merely coincidence, or in fact intended on your part."

"Ms. Darvill-"

"I did not ask you to speak, Mr. Winchester," the stout lady interrupted, eyes tired and stern as they landed upon Dean.

The blond's mouth snapped shut.

She let out a long sigh, now. The clock ticked. She glanced at it. Castiel's legs hummed, now.

His heart was so loud.

"Castiel," she sighed, averting brown eyes to the teenager. "Please, explain to me what happened."

Castiel licked his lips. He couldn't remember how to speak. He blinked before he found his voice.

"Somebody spray painted my locker," he stated, dumbly, not sure how to go about it other than to say the obvious.

"Go on."

The carpet was dark gray. Castiel's knuckles were white where they gripped his knees. "I don't know. I just saw it like that- I didn't see who did it. I visited my locker before homeroom, and there were a lot of people gathered around it. It could've been anyone."

The principal was silent. Castiel could clearly see she was debating on giving up trying to get to the bottom of this. Dean spoke out loud.

"Aren't there supposed to be cameras in the hallways?" he asked, snappy and overall irritated. "Why haven't you called up the person who did this?"

Ms. Darvill gave Dean a stern look. "We did not find out who did it. Not all the cameras are functional. We're doing the best we can."

Dean's eyebrows rose in disbelief, and he then glared as he leaned back in his seat. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I believe Alastair did it," Castiel spoke up before Ms. Darvill could reprimand Dean. He needed Alastair suspended. He needed that picture away from this school. He needed this gossip destroyed before it reached his home.

She gave Castiel an easy look. "There is no proof of that."

"No physical proof, yes," Castiel responded. "But he approached me as I was walking away and taunted me. He…" Castiel glanced at Dean, who was looking nervously back at him, "threatened to spread rumors," the teen murmured.

Ms. Darvill sighed. It wasn't much to go on, Castiel knew. But he didn't know what else to say without confirming the words on his locker right here, and now. "What was it he said?"

Castiel tugged at the hem of his shirt. "I… cannot say, really," he mumbled, feeling hopeless once more.

It was silent, again. Ticking resumed.

A sigh. "I'm sorry, boys, but it appears that there is nothing I can do. I'm going to have to call your fathers and let them know of what's been happening."

Castiel went cold. This was it. There was no way he could stop this, now.

It was all over.

Castiel could faintly hear Dean try and reason with the principal. But he knew it was pointless.

"You've gotta keep Alastair out of school, just until this is sorted out. He's got compromising photos of us," Dean tried to explain, leaning forward in his seat. "He's threatening to release them."

"And there is nothing I can do about that," Ms. Darvill tried to explain. "I can make sure these photos are not put up in the school, but as far as online- I cannot control what a student chooses to do. That is not in my power. I can only keep up with what happens inside this school-"

"But you're not even doing that!" Dean exclaimed, now, fuming with rage.

Ms. Darvill stood up, now. "You are both dismissed," she spoke sternly. An apologetic glance towards Castiel. "I'm sorry."

And that was that. Castiel didn't feel panic as he walked with Dean to the car. There was no fear. No motivation to do something about it. He felt empty.

He wanted to feel.

So when Dean murmured something about Sammy hanging out with friends, Castiel grabbed his hand, making him look over in shock.

"Come to my house," Castiel stated, surprised he could even manage to speak.

Dean only gazed, and nodded. He didn't ask questions- he didn't speak at all. Just a slight squeeze of Castiel's fingers.

When they pulled up to the driveway of his big, brick house, Castiel got out and walked to the front door, listening for the sound of footsteps following him. He grabbed Dean's hand, and brought him inside.

The house was empty- quiet. Castiel pulled Dean to him, and kissed him long and hard, cold hands cradling Dean's face. The blond returned the favor, hands flying up where they settled on Castiel's elbows, gripping on tight. They dropped their backpacks, and Castiel kept up their kisses, pulling Dean in by the lapels of his jacket as he placed kiss upon unrelenting kiss on the blond's lips, chin, jaw, neck.

Dean eventually pulled away, looking into Castiel's eyes with concern. His hair was mussed on the sides where Castiel's hands had been. His skin contained red blotches where Castiel's lips had travelled. A insistent heat probed in Castiel's groin, making him want to continue- to keep up this feeling and drive out the oncoming numbness.

"Cas, are you okay?" Dean asked.

Castiel managed to nod, eyes glancing down to Dean's lips. "My father will not be home until tomorrow morning," he murmured, licking his lips. Dean watched the gesture, eyes suddenly lidded as they gazed downwards. He licked his own lips, now, mimicking Castiel.

With a groan, Castiel pushed forward, kissing Dean slower, now, taking his time to feel the slide of their tongues and the flutter of Dean's fingertips. "Upstairs," he breathed out, looking up into green eyes. Dean nodded, and they went up to Castiel's room, Castiel squeezing Dean's hand tight as he determinedly led him there.

Castiel closed the door behind them, and he pressed Dean against it, kissing him deeply and earning a soft hum in return- one that sunk into the flesh of his tongue and made Castiel grow warm with need. His fingers found the edge of Dean's jacket, and he tugged the blond forward, parting their lips to kiss at his neck. The zipper of Dean's jacket was sharp; metal dug into Castiel's fingers, sinking into the soft skin.

Dean let out a moan, this time, as Castiel licked and sucked and bit gently. "Fuck," Dean gasped as Castiel's hand made its way down, cupping Dean through his jeans, fingers falling back to brush at his balls.

Castiel palmed at Dean until the blond was hard- straining under the denim fabric and squirming against the door he had been pressed into. He returned his lips to Dean's to swallow his moans, and slowly led them back to the bed.

Once they reached it, Castiel shoved Dean's jacket off and sat him down, going to remove his own shirt-

"Cas- wait, stop for a second," Dean breathed out, looking up at Castiel seriously, although his lips were reddened and his eyes were dark with lust. "I need to know if you're okay," he insisted. "I don't want us to do this just because of-"

But Castiel only sat down on Dean's lap, straddling him as he kissed him hard, cradling his face. "I'm fine," he promised. "Really," he added when Dean looked unsure. "Just want you."

And, for further measure, Castiel ground himself into Dean, panting while Dean let out a choked groan in response. Warmth travelled underneath his skin at Dean's wanton noises. "Want to do this," Castiel spoke, dropping his hands from Dean's face as they lingered at the hem of his shirt, lightly tugging.

Dean complied, lifting his arms, and Castiel pulled the top off, flinging it somewhere behind him as his fingers freely roamed over Dean's skin- fingernails skidding upwards where his thumbs grazed over erect nipples. A deep moan made its way to Castiel's ears. Dean was absolutely wrecked, pushing into fingers that tugged and teased and rubbed. Castiel ground himself hard into Dean's groin, taking in the thrust of hips he earned in return.

Now Dean took charge as he reversed their positions, effortlessly removing Castiel's shirt before he laid him down, fitting himself between the teen's legs. Hips connected, and Castiel let out a groan as he felt Dean's cock grind on his own, the heads catching before Dean pulled away with a hiss. Lips latched onto his neck, and Castiel's hands flew to Dean's hair, where his fingers raked through golden locks as he spoke hushed words of encouragement.

Dean sucked at the skin of Castiel's neck, determined to give him as many marks as he had received just moments ago. Lips skidded down from Castiel's love-bit neck (not before licking the reddened flesh), and moved down in a trail, kissing and sucking and-

Castiel let out a moan as Dean's wettened lips wrapped around his nipple- his tongue stimulating the bud. His hips bucked up, and his fingers grasped at the sheets before shakily reaching up to tug at Dean's hair. The expert tease of Dean's tongue had Castiel fully hard and panting, bucking up and searching for Dean's cock, catching it and continuing to grind in that direction-

"Cas-" Dean moaned, hips stuttering before they drew back as Dean tried to catch his breath.

"I want you to fuck me," Castiel spoke, suddenly, catching the blond by surprise.

He looked into Castiel's eyes, searching them.

"Are you sure?" he panted out, brows furrowed with hesitance although his pupils widened at Castiel's words.

Castiel nodded, fingers gripping hard onto Dean's biceps. "Yes. Please, it's okay," he gasped. "Please."

Nodding, Dean's fingers went down where they unbuckled Castiel's belt, opening his jeans quick before he shoved them off, along with his boxers.

Full lips latched around Castiel's cock, and he let out a keening noise as his back arched at the unexpected feeling of Dean's tongue sliding underneath him. Dean didn't waste time teasing- he took Castiel deep, getting him sufficiently wet before he slid off with a pop, proceeding to milk Castiel hard and fast.

Precum oozed messily from the tip of Castiel's cock, and Dean wettened his fingers in it, teasing at Castiel's slit as he made sure to get three of them sufficiently coated slick before spreading Castiel's legs. He looked up, meeting lust filled blue eyes.

"Relax, okay? This'll feel good, just relax."

Castiel nodded, cock aching as he let his head fall back onto a pillow. He didn't feel scared- didn't feel hesitant. He wanted this.

The feeling was a prod, at first. Dean circled one finger around the tight ring of muscle, one hand splayed on Castiel's leg comfortingly. He waited for the content hum before slipping in the tip, worming his way slowly in.

Castiel let out a loud moan, tensing before he settled himself down. Dean's finger wiggled inside him as it went deeper, and the movement went straight to Castiel's cock, making him whisper profanity as he gripped at the sheets.

Before Dean had the whole finger in, Castiel was moaning for more.

Dean looked up, hesitant, but he nodded before pushing all the way in, then pulling out. Castiel whined at the emptiness, but then two fingers were massaging at Castiel's entrance and sliding their way in. He gripped the sheets tighter, cursing under his breath and lifting his head up to watch.

Dean was going slowly, slick fingers going in deep. Castiel accustomed to it quickly, spreading his legs wider as he threw his head back once more. He focused on relaxing, and tried not to fucking come before they got started.

Dean was using his free hand to rub soothing circles onto Castiel's thigh, and soon Castiel was begging Dean to go faster, insisting that yes he was okay and that he needed to be filled- that he could handle it. He had practiced, recently- hands fumbling in the middle of the night as he experimented, wondering what it would be like to have Dean down there, filling him up and moving inside him.

It felt a thousand times better than when Castiel did it to himself, and he had to focus on trying not to come when Dean's fingers were moving so expertly, wiggling and scissoring and prodding and then a third wet finger was added and Castiel began wondering if Dean did this to himself- fingered himself and thought of Castiel, just like Castiel had thought of him, coming with Dean's name on his tongue-

"Dean, Dean, fuck, ugh," Castiel gasped as his fingers bumped his prostate, sending an electrical surge through him and almost- just almost pushing him off that edge.

"Now," Castiel ordered, knowing he wouldn't be able to take it, anymore. "Fuck, now, please, Dean."

The blond nodded, removing his fingers before moving up to place a kiss on Castiel's belly, gripping his cock in his hand and squeezing the base, making Castiel grunt with need as he thrusted pointlessly in Dean's grip. "Alright," he murmured. "Okay, wait, I think I-" he panted before he broke off, grabbing his jacket from the floor with shaky hands and searching through the inside pockets.

And, like a gift, his fingers stumbled upon a condom, pulling it out as he tossed his jacket to the floor with a thud. He unzipped his own jeans. letting out a hiss as he brought down the zipper, releasing his aching cock. He shucked off the rest of his clothes before crawling over on top of Castiel, kissing him hard and lovingly.

He parted their lips, looking into Castiel's eyes seriously, now. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, eyes cleared and searching for any hesitance.

Castiel nodded, confidently, giving Dean another kiss- softer, this time. "Yes. I do, I promise I do."

Giving a nod, Dean parted their lips before kissing Castiel's chin, and pulling away. He opened the condom with shaky fingers, and Castiel felt his heart pound as Dean rolled it on.

Dean's chest was flushed and the mussed hair on his head caught the little amount of daylight in Castiel's room, highlighted along with the muscles of his arms and legs and abdomen. Castiel took a long, good look before glancing up into bright green eyes that were now so darkened the color was hardly there.

Dean positioned himself, and Castiel spread his legs to accommodate him, lifting himself up. A warm hand softly grasped Castiel's thigh, sliding up to his hip and rubbing it soothingly before Dean pushed the head of his cock at Castiel's entrance, sliding it in as gently as he could.

Castiel hissed at the intrusion, but he only nodded Dean on when the blond hesitated. So Dean continued until he was all the way, leaned over Castiel and holding himself still, head bowed and hot breaths gusting out of his full, reddened lips. Castiel adjusted himself, hands fluttering around at the base of Dean's neck as he clenched around Dean's shaft, making the blond grunt with frustration. Castiel relaxed himself, slowly releasing his muscles.

"Move- it's okay, move," Castiel finally panted out, giving Dean a reassuring kiss. "Fuck, Dean, move."

He started with slow, shallow thrusts, trying to gain rhythm as he pumped himself into Castiel, lips moving down where they bit into the skin of the teen's collarbone. The pain soon faded into a distant humming, and now the pleasure of being filled accompanied Castiel, making his fingernails dig into the skin of Dean's back and his voice go raw with moans.

"So tight," Dean bit out through his teeth, fingers fumbling on Castiel's chest as he ran his nails over erect nipples, earning a buck of hips from the teen beneath him. "So fucking hot, Cas- God, you feel so good."

Dean's hand fumbled down, grabbing hold of Castiel's semi-hard cock as he began to pump him back to fullness, fingers moving expertly- teasing at his balls before pumping him fast.

They had obtained a strong pace, now, and Castiel was back on the edge, listening to the noise of Dean's obscene grunts and whispered curses as he thrusted faster, now, aiming for somewhere-

Castiel let out a sharp yell as Dean hit his prostate, and he dug his nails into Dean's skin, moaning things he forgot as soon as they left his lips. Dean tried at that spot, again, thrusting hard and fast towards it as his hand whipped fast, now, urging Castiel closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Cas, I'm close- I'm really close," Dean grunted out, forehead pressed into Castiel's neck as his lips puffed out hot breaths onto Castiel's bitten skin.

"Me, too," Castiel gasped, unable to help but scratch at Dean's back, earning a hiss from the blond. "God, Dean, faster, please."

Castiel's cock was leaking precum, and it wet Dean's hand, creating an obscene noise from between him, connecting with the sounds of a squeaking mattress and whispered curses and insistent thrusting.

He was close. Castiel was so close. And he pushed Dean on, moaning praises and begging him to go faster and harder and-

With one more hit at his prostate, Castiel was coming, coating Dean's belly with it as everything went white and he yelled in release. He clenched around Dean, who let out a groaned curse.

Dean came right then, stilling inside Castiel as his hips stuttered and he muffled his words into Castiel's skin, fingers gripping tight onto Castiel's hips, now.

They both rode out their release until Dean collapsed wearily on top of Castiel, regaining his breath. They remained like that, fingers fumbling for purchase and lazily grasping onto one another, whispering quiet praises. Eventually, Dean moved his hips up, finally pulling out and earning a whine from the teen as his spent cock twitched at the feeling.

Dean's fingers brushed at Castiel's neck, and he kissed his chest lazily before making his way up and kissing Castiel's lips, cradling his face in a hand.

And then, suddenly, Castiel was crying. He didn't even realize it, at first, until Dean wiped at hot tears and hushed him softly, pulling Castiel close in a tight embrace.

"It's okay," he whispered. "Everything will be okay. We'll be okay."

Castiel was crying harder, now, and he gasped into Dean's neck. "Please don't go. Don't leave me alone."

"I'll never," Dean retorted, gripping on tight to the back of Castiel's head, holding him close. "Not gonna leave you. Never. I promise."

Castiel nodded at that, nosing into Dean's skin where he tried to tame his sobs. "I'm so scared," he admitted after a moment of silence.

"Don't be. I'll take care of you- nobody's gonna touch you, Cas. I swear. I won't fucking let him near you," Dean spoke, his own voice wet, now, as he kissed the top of Castiel's head, gently.

And all Castiel could do was believe him. He'd have to let things unfold, and hope that by the end of it all Dean would still be by his side.

Woooo things are getting bad. The next chapter is gonna be brutal, just a warning.

To explain Castiel's behavior in this chapter would be difficult. I know it might not be believable that someone with Castiel's limited experience would jump straight into sex after only a few experiences, but I promise I have a reason behind it. It'll all be explained in the end- there's a lot about him that you all don't know, yet!

As for the foreshadowing, surprisingly the "coming out of the closet" phrase wasn't it! That was completely accidental on my part! So I guess there were two foreshadowings in that chapter :)

A lot of you guessed right, though! So, if you made more than one guess, you can eliminate the closet guess and I think it'll be kinda obvious after that, haha.

I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I'm gonna get another one out on the 11th as a celebration for a whole year since I've published this fic!

THANKYOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT! It honestly means so much to me, and I wouldn't have gotten this far with this fic if it weren't for you all!

I love you guys! Until next time!

Goodbye, lovelies!~