Dean did end up going to that dinner party with his parents.

After last night's horrific accident (because there was no plausible explanation to cumming while thinking of a guy you hate), he set his mind straight.

He was going to find himself some demon, have sex and forget about the whole thing.

He spent the day off school walking around town, just trying to waste the time away so his parents wouldn't suspect anything. Telling them he got in a fight with the only other supernatural in school was sure to go over bad with them.

So, now all dressed up looking quite smart alongside his parents and brother he walked into the big mansion owned by the Crowley family.

Dean didn't want to dress up in a suit and trousers, he was a freakin' teenager, he wasn't some big ass lawyer or whatever humans associated with success. But, Mary went crazy as per usual, unbuttoned and buttoned up over 5 different kind of white shirts on Dean, who saw them all as the same, polished up his shoes for him and even ran a spit licked hand through his hair.

But, Dean, ever the rebel, agreed to wear the shirt, but not the jacket, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, unbuttoned the top two buttons, and wore jeans. Although there was another compromise regarding the jeans, he was to wear the nicest, newest jeans Mary had bought him that didn't have the usual holes, ripped knees and bleach faded color. In a rebellious response to this, Dean mussed up his hair in it's usual spikes, instead of that slicked sideways Stephen Fry look.

His brother was all excited and ecstatic to be leaving the house as he always was. It didn't matter if it was a trip to Disneyland or the freakin' supermarket, he was always fidgeting his wings in excitement, rushing up everybody else. You gotta love that kid.

Inside the house he raided his eyes over the familiar and not so familiar faces. He left his parents and got to the table where the punch bowl and multiple appetizers were sat. Blessed be the party snacks!

He grabbed a plate of mini hotdogs and on cue heard his mother's scolding words in his mind at being rude. But, hell he was going through a hard time in his life and everybody will just have to deal.

He scanned the room and saw Crowley dressed in his usual suit chatting up a group of giggling girls. On every occasion they've met he always wore the same attire. The kid lived in a fucking mansion, with the wealthiest demons for parents in the country and he still wore that same fucking suit everywhere he went. But, hell, Dean wore the same fucking leather jacket his dad gave him everywhere, so let's not judge.

Next, he saw Ruby, dressed in a tight fitting hot red dress playing with Sammy, making him giggle and talk. Dean really didn't like the attention Ruby gave to Sam, neither did his parents. She was the one that taught him how to flip the middle finger. Let's just say that while having family dinner, flipping the bird for not wanting to eat your peas was like setting off an atomic bomb made of 'Mary anger' and 'John giggles'. Which turned into 'Mary anger towards John' and 'John scared shitless'. Which was the 'Exit: stage left' for Dean.

And then he spotted his parents talking and laughing with Crowley's parents.

Mary in her flowing, honey colored dress that shined golden, a row of pears around her neck, her hand curled in John's arm who was wearing a stark black casual suit. They really were quite the couple. Stable and secure. Something Dean wanted for himself.

With that last thought, Dean turned to the punch bowl, scowl set firmly as he was sure to top off his glass with vodka.

"Tough night?" –He heard a smooth voice from his right and turned sharply to see if it were someone that was set on telling his parents about the alcohol, but was instead met with a tall, blond, slightly scruffy demon in the usual suit freakin' everybody wore.

Lucifer.

You see, Lucifer's family was sort of big in the demon social circles. They were one of the biggest players in the demon hierarchy and just having them at your party meant a big deal.

Dean wasn't one for false idols, so he didn't really bother with them much, although he'd heard his parents talking frequently about them.

"You could say that." –Dean said with a slight nod, taking a sip from his drink to try and relax. This kind of parties weren't really his scene. Although, these were the only kind of scene he ever got as whenever he suggested they'd go to a bar every demon would give him a confused look, like he was crazy to think of leaving an over appreciated stuck up 'party', where no loud music was allowed and drinking was just for the show of holding a wine glass.

"You want to go out for a smoke? I'm not really feeling it either." – Lucifer said with a nod to his jeans pocket as that emergency Lucky's box he put there was peeking out. Dean quickly clamped a hand down his pocket, pushing the box further as to hide it. If anybody else had seen the box he would not only be in serious trouble with his parents, but everybody would look at him as a disgraceful example of a demon succumbing to the cheap joys of humans. Curse his mother for making him wear the overly tight, never-before worn jeans.

"You don't have to hide from me. Come." –Lucifer chuckled smoothly, making Dean feel slightly at ease, as Lucifer was not about to tell on him or shame him.

With a curt nod, and still slightly embarrassed, Dean followed Lucifer up the stairs, where the halls were empty and through a door at the balcony.

And, wow, Crowley was one lucky son of a bitch to have a view like this. The mansion looked upon a wide forest, trees upon trees disappearing into the dark of the night, the moon giving a soft glow to the scene before him. It was perfect for flying.

"Wow..." –Dean let out a soft gasp of appreciation.

"You should see my house. Miles of forest and plus a lake, no way in hell anybody'll see you. Maybe I should take you sometime." –Lucifer turned to Dean with a smirk. Dean saw the obvious come hitter look in Lucifer's grey eyes, and the tone of invite in his voice.

"Maybe you should." –Dean responded in kind, bending over the balcony's marble fence to give him a grin.

So, what. Lucifer was older than him, meaning experienced, he was nice enough, plus let's not forget the family name that would make his parents proud. And he wasn't so bad to look at. Kinda too big for his liking, but he could probably do good. After all, it was sex Dean was after, and that's all he wanted to get from this guy.

"Come here." –Lucifer surprised Dean with his hand on the back of his neck, pushing him forward sharply until his lips were crashed against Dean's in a kiss.

The cup of punch and vodka swiveled dangerously in his hand, and his eyes remained wide opened as Lucifer kissed him deeply, more demanding than asking.

But, Dean quickly loosened up, he was a good kisser, and no matter how strange the sudden outburst from Lucifer was, he was going to enjoy this, he told himself.

After all this is what he wanted. A demon mate to settle business with.

That was all there was to sex. Business.

He slid his lips against Lucifer's thinner ones, feeling his stubble graze his cheeks, until Lucifer basically pushed his tongue in Dean's mouth, working his way through him, and Dean sort of let him.

He wasn't used to doing things so fast, he was used to smooth hands, and lingering soft lips, asking silently for permission with a lick of tongue against his lips, and letting Dean lead the kiss.

Force was different, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

He slid his hand up Lucifer's cheek, determined to make this feel good, and carded his fingers to his wild, blond hair, and was surprised by Lucifer' sudden jerk away from him, leaving Dean with his mouth open and lips slick, cheeks reddened from the sharp stubble.

"Don't touch my hair." –Dean fell bewildered at the tone of utter threat in the man's voice, but his thoughts were caught off as Lucifer lunged at him and again began kissing and lapping at his mouth.

Kissing Lucifer was as awkward as his first kiss.

But, he learned to work his way after his first kiss, and he was going to learn how to work around Lucifer.

Even if everything felt so wrong.

-/-

Castiel wasn't having the time of his life.

The day after suspension was more tiring than usual. Everybody was interested in what he did, was it true that he got in a fight with 'a' demon (like there were any other demons in the school), did he get his ass kicked, did he kick ass, is it true that he beat the principal, was he stable and other insolent disrespectful children's mockery.

And to top it off it was raining.

Angels hated rain.

It made their wings bristle, and ache, the water irritating the smoothness and rustling the careful placement of the feathers.

Castiel folded his wings tightly against his back and folded his trench coat as much as he could over them, to keep them dry.

Alas, it was fruitless, as the water seeped through the coat, and really, there is not much it covered as his wing span was already wide enough to be considered the wings of an adult.

He trudged on the pavement with a fast walk, not really aware of his surroundings, caught up in his grim thoughts.

He hadn't seen the demon all day.

He was unsettled as he didn't know how he would react upon seeing him. Would Dean want another fight?

His thoughts were cut off as he noticed a shadow falling over his head, the rain immediately stopping.

He turned to the cause of the shadow and saw the demon in question.

Dean walked by him, one of his broad, dark wings hung over his head and the other over Castiel's head.

He looked at Castiel with a sheepish smile, as if he was unsure if he was allowed to do this. And really, this was the first time Castiel had seen the boy give the slightest smile.

"I know angels don't like the rain, feathers getting wet and all..." –Dean trailed off meekly, his words sounding unsure.

Castiel gave a curt nod to Dean and continued walking down the road, Dean following after him, his wing still perched over his head.

"You know, uh... I thought about what you said, and, you're right. And, I'm uh, I'm, I guess I'm sorry..." –Dean sounded so uncomfortable right now, it took an incredible amount of will power to not snigger.

"You guess?" –Castiel retorted, with a grin he couldn't keep, his eyes still averted from Dean, concentrated on the road ahead.

"Ok. I'm sorry." –Dean said with an exasperated sigh, the wing above his head giving a slight twitch.

"I forgive you." –Castiel meant what he said, always did.

"So, uh, friends?" –Dean spoke with a waver in his tone, like it was so unusual of him to speak like this.

"Friends." –Castiel said with a decisive nod of his head, and finally graced Dean with his eyes, giving him a smile of acceptance.

Dean responded in kind, only his smile practically ripped his face apart, gleaming so bright and happy.

So, the next decision was entirely justified.

Castiel shook the soaked trench coat off his wings, folding it in his arms, and extended one wing to give the outstretched joint of the wing above his head a soft glide of his feathers.

Dean watched with wide eyes at the movement above his wing, and for a second Castiel thought he did something wrong, over stepped some unknown demon bounds.

But, then, a small, almost shy smile graced Dean's features and twisted his wing so that Castiel had access to the leathered skin.

And the moment would have been poetic even, a young demon offering his wing to an angel, defying all war and stereotypes, if Dean's phone didn't go off.

"Fuck." –Dean cursed silently, his wings immediately stiffing from the relaxed slouch they held, and Castiel retreated his wing sharply to his back, watching as Dean rummaged through his pocket.

Dean's face faltered in a frown as he saw who was the caller's name.

"Hey, there." –The soft tone was a complete opposite from the look on Dean's face.

"No, uh, I just finished school, headed home."

"No, with a... a friend."

"Cas."

"I don't know why you haven't heard of him."

"It's not like that, Luke, seriously..."

"Okay, Lucifer."

"Yeah, it's alright."

"Around... Eight?"

"No, let's just... Hang out, or something."

"I don't wanna dress up to go to a restaurant."

"Don't, just... Come get me and we'll take it from there."

"Alright, see ya." –Dean spoke getting more and more aggravated, until finally he deflated and obviously let the other man, Lucifer, win the argument.

He snapped the phone shut and rustled his wings, still keeping one over Castiel.

"Sorry about that it's just..."- Dean made an aborted hand movement as if he himself didn't know what was going on on the other line.

"Bossy boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I guess..."

And Castiel would lie to himself that he didn't have a sinking feeling run down his chest.

Quick update is quick. Mostly because of reviews, so you know what to do :) *wink, wink*.

And just to explain something when Dean is speaking on the phone with Lucifer after he calls him Luke, he says Lucifer, as in Lucifer corrected him through the phone, asking to be called by full name. And you all know how Lucifer is, he's all smiles and free ice cream until you get in the van. And wow, that was a terrible metaphor.

Still, hope you liked it, and hope I don't disappoint!