"Sorry man, I slipped." Dean said, pulling himself back up. Castiel however wasn't so sure, he knew that Dean had actually slipped and that it was an accident but they had literally just been talking.

"No, no it's okay. We should finish up and then leave soon." Castiel picked himself up and began to mop again.

The rest of the hour was left in silence, Dean couldn't even bear look at Castiel in the face, it was just an accident… nothing else, but it sure did make things awkward. Missouri walked in a couple of times as well, finding the area tense and too weird to be in for too long, she would walk in, feel the aura and walk straight back out again. Castiel just wanted to get out, he doubled his speed, he worked extra hard and he didn't look up once, but no matter what, time seemed to quicken, taking every minute Castiel had spare, away.

They were both trying so hard to forget about it, just carrying on and not stopping until they had finished. Clearly this had fixed it, they were never EVER going to speak again… But Castiel couldn't help but feel bad at the thought of not talking to Dean ever again, what would Anna do if she were here? She'd probably try and fix it, but then again she was more sensitive to emotions, Castiel on the other hand seemed to be a rock when it came to feelings. Samandriel used to say he'd always mix up love for hate and never get the two the right way round. Oh how he wished that his best friends were here to fix this.

"You two may leave now." Missouri said walking in for the finally time, and getting fed up of the awkwardness.

"Thank god." Dean muttered as he picked up his phone out of the box that Missouri was holding, he would've practically ran out of the hall if it wasn't for him keeping his cool. In truth, he was freaking out.

He had pounced on Castiel, and then his hand slipped making their lips crash together, that was all, however even after he had come to that conclusion he was still embarrassed to show his face around anyone he knew, he couldn't be near humans. He didn't know why he felt like this, as it was only Cas there so he should only feel embarrassed in front of him, but this had traumatized Dean even more than when Benny had tried to publicly humiliate him by pushing Lisa into him and beforehand scheming with her to get him to kiss her (and I mean full on snog) in front of the entire student body, of course the plan failed as when he pushed her into Dean, Dean caught her, twirled her round and pushed her back into Benny, but Benny let her fall and she got up and yelled and yelled and yelled, attracting a very big crowd.

He had felt bad about that; she only wanted a kiss… However the girl never stopped. Once she got her first taste, she would go back for seconds, and thirds, and fourths and so on and so forth.

Looking back, he could see why he kind of liked Lisa, she was beautiful, there was no doubting that, and she could always get what she wanted, but now the girl just annoyed him.

He ran his fingers through his hair whilst striding the school halls, trying to get out of the never-ending prison, but he couldn't seem to find an exit. He knew where they were and how to get to them, but his mind was refusing this. Every time he came close to one, he'd turn a different way. Like his brain was trying to tell him to go back, to fix things with Castiel, but he knew that that would just be even more embarrassing. Besides, Castiel would've probably left the auditorium by then, he was like Dean in that aspect, wanting to get to a safe place as quickly as possible.

When he finally found an exit, he sighed. Glancing one more time round the hall to see if Cas was anywhere near, his face fell. There was a friendship he had ruined in less than twelve minutes, and worst of all… That class was every day for the next two years, they wouldn't change teacher (for some unknown reason) and his school was awkward, so the classes stayed the same and they just simply moved to more advanced work in the next year, every two years then changing teachers and classes. It was an awkward system, but it worked somehow so the school had kept it. But a working system comes with a price; they'd only just spoken to each other on this the first day of the new semester and now they had to be stuck with each other trying not to talk out of sheer embarrassment. 'Nice one Dean!' He thought to himself, physically punching his arm, 'you idiot.'

He did actually like Castiel; he didn't want to lose him as a friend. But now it seemed that they would never get on again. If it wasn't bad enough, Dean couldn't figure out whether it was a kiss or just an accident… And it was driving him insane! His heartbeat was pounding in his head, drumming against the surface and making him see double. He had had to rest on a signpost for a moment just so he could walk properly. It was messing with him, making him scared of his own feelings. Questions circled his head: What if he had done it on purpose? What if he did have a crush on Castiel? What if Lisa was just a diversion from the truth? But every time, he shot them down. It was an accident; he'd only just met the guy and Lisa? Well he loved her to bits, didn't he? Truth be told, he wasn't sure anymore. She was becoming even more catty, bossy, clingy and annoying… But he still kept her close. She still tasted like cherries, her eyes still sparkled in the sun, her hair still smelled like a fresh summer's day, but was that enough anymore? Well, just to keep him sane, he would tell himself yes.

He sat at the bus stop and stared and the passing cars, wondering if that was what they became. Just another person, driving the never-ending road of life… Not stopping until the day they die, but then he snapped out of the road's trance, he wasn't deep… what was with all the thinking he was doing today? As he exhaled deeply, his bus pulled up and he jumped aboard.

Castiel was in a panic. His high-school biology class was ruined forever; he couldn't sit next to Dean knowing what happened. He had jogged out of the auditorium a little while after Dean, wanting to catch-up and clear things up, but when he got to one of the exits, the Winchester was long gone. He had grabbed his phone out of his trouser pocket, about to text Anna or Samandriel for help, however what could he say? 'Hey friends, I fancy the jock that'll probably pick on me for the rest of my life'? No, that wouldn't help.

Not that they'd be surprised, just that he'd never live it down. He remembered the time he fancied the new boy, Adam Milligan, and all his friends could do was poke fun at him because of how love-struck he was, following him round like a lost puppy. True, he deserved to be made fun of a little, even he couldn't help but smirk when he remembered how obsessed he was. But this, Dean, was different… He couldn't believe what he was feeling, he knew the Winchester would never feel the same way, after all he had Lisa, he loved Lisa. This left Castiel feeling low, like his heart had cracked slowly and painfully.

He did take his phone out, but not to text Anna or Samandriel, he texted his dad to find out if they had got dinner ready.

'Hey Chuck,

Do you have

dinner ready

coz I'm starving

and really could

use a sausage'

A few minutes later, he received his reply. He wasn't scared of his dad, so much so that he would always call him Chuck to wind him up. It always lifted Castiel's spirits to know he could wind his dad up with the mention of a name.

'Castiel I am

your father, stop

calling me chuck…

your dinner has

been ready for

an hour, you where

only supposed to

be at the session for

half an hour…

sausage? What makes

you think you're having

sausage?'

Castiel chuckled. He hadn't told his dad he'd been at a detention, only at a tutoring session after school to help the lower grades. Technically this wasn't a lie; he had been doing this for the past few weeks with a younger boy, Sam Winchester… So yes, Castiel did know a little more about the Winchester family than he let on. He just didn't know Dean all too well, he still didn't and he probably never would. Sam would tell him how Bobby tutored him, but never once mentioned Dean whilst talking about Bobby, like if the two names where together they would explode into a universe of love and hugs, yes Sam was a little messed up, but when either Dean or Bobby was mentioned he would go on about how great they where and how much he loved them.

Just as he got to the bus stop, a bus pulled up and he climbed in, hoping the day would just end.

Dean looked at the bus door, then looked back, then looked at the door again, and then back again. He thought that Castiel had been following him when he saw the boy jump on. What? Was this bus on a loop of the school? Of course, he knew the bus rounded the school to go in the opposite direction and that there was a couple of bus stops before actually getting past the school, but he didn't see Castiel on the bus normally so he suspected that a different bus would've picked him up or he walked.

Dean kept his head down out of shame, he couldn't face Castiel nor did he want to. He wanted to run and never go back to school, he have to change schools, change towns, change his name just to get away from utter humiliation. He did know that Castiel wasn't going to say anything, what could he say? Who would he tell? His friends? Yeh, like the boy had any.

Dean was shocked at that thought, had this been what he had become? A bully, like his father. He knew Castiel had got friends out of passing them in the hallway; Sam telling him the dude's life-story after his tutoring session and Castiel himself telling him about how amazing Anna and Samandriel where. Sam would always come back from a session after school, run over to Dean and tell him how amazing it had been. How Castiel would tell him stories about what he and his friends did, like Castiel didn't tutor him, just told stories. Dean did in fact warn his dad about this, but John wasn't interested, so he threatened Sam on the day the report card came home saying he would get rid of his tutor for not teaching him anything, that was until he saw the scores.

Most were B's and A's, Castiel had raised Sam's grade up from D's to B & A. This had made Dean gob smacked, vowing to him that when he talked to the dude, he would hug him. Well, he never got round to it in the detention, or even mentioning the report card, and he couldn't exactly walk over to the other end of the bus and hug him now, after what he had just been through. He looked once more at Castiel, who was now taking a seat at the front of the bus, sticking ear buds in his ears to drown out any noise of the other passengers, not that there was any noise, they were basically the only people on the bus apart from an old lady, four obnoxious teenage girls giggling about the boy in the trench-coat (making Dean wanting to hit them, but he wouldn't, he could never hit a girl) and the group of men behind Dean, a little drunken and singing hallelujah (probably the noise he was actually trying to drown out, but they were so drunk, it only came out as a mumble anyway). Dean took a breath and hid behind the seat in front of him, this was going to be a long trip home.

Castiel shuddered as he walked on to the bus and saw Dean Winchester, equipped in his leather jacket. He turned in frenzy, thoughts dancing in his head but all he could focus on was 'please don't see me.' Once he had paid the bus driver, he looked back to see where Dean was, of course Dean had chosen the seat Castiel would normally take, in the centre of the bus next to the window, but he couldn't exactly sit on the opposite side now, could he? He sat at the front, occasionally turning his head to check on Dean, but every time he turned his head slightly, he almost caught Dean's eye and diverted his stare to the young girls chatting about how he wore his trench-coat. At last he realised that he could either go back and talk to him, or pretend he never saw him and just stick his ear buds in. He knew what he wanted to do, but whether he had the courage or not was a different story. Grabbing the iPod, he stuck the earphones into his ears and began to play music.

A familiar tune popped on and he couldn't help but giggle, it was 'Wanted Dead or Alive' by Bon Jovi. How ironic that the very same tune had been what had started this in the first place, singing with Dean and having a little bit of fun. He began to hum along, hoping no one would notice, but of course somebody did…

Dean could hear Castiel's hum from the middle of the bus, the low melody sweeping past his ears. Dead or Alive, how very fitting. He wondered how Cas was even listening to the song, hadn't he just been through the exact same humiliation? He wasn't even sure if he could listen to it again. It was just a painful remind of what had happened.

Castiel knew he had to go talk to dean, he knew he had to slip to the back of the bus and ask him… But he couldn't bring himself to it. He just sat and listened to the powerful little tune that had messed things up.

What could Dean do? Go talk to Cas? Well, that would help but he was too proud to, as Benny would say: "Winchesters should never take responsibility or they end up crumbling." It was very true actually, he would be held responsible for Sam and the amount of stuff the kid got in the middle of, it made Dean's rep crumble, how his dad had a responsibility and he let it slide too easily making Sam and Dean raise themselves, and look how much trouble Dean got into nowadays because of this, even the whole mishap could've been avoided if Dean hadn't taken on the responsibility. That word, what did it mean anyway? To have a responsibility? He just didn't understand anymore.

Castiel knew that Dean took the weight of the world on his shoulders, to often as well. If only Cas was brave enough to go and talk to him, by now the song had ended and switched to a Metallica hit and he had stopped humming, at least he wasn't embarrassing himself anymore. The men had gotten off the bus at the last stop and the girls a bit before, all that was left was him, Dean and the elderly woman, and there was still at least fifteen stops before he could get off! He was pretty sure the elderly lady would get off soon from seeing her take the bus before, however he really wanted her to have to do something and be going to a different stop… In fact he was practically pleading to god, not that he really believed in a god, but his whole family was religious nuts apart from him and his father. That's who Castiel put his faith into, his dad Chuck, he knew what to do and when to do it even if it was going to end in a catastrophe.

Shaking, he turned his head again to see if Dean was still there and was shocked to see that he had swapped seats, closer to him as if he was edging nearer to him every second.

Dean had gotten up and tried to talk to Castiel but the nerves had got the better of him and he sat back down two seats behind. He just stared out the window pretending he hadn't done anything, could he really have no courage?

Castiel looked back again, was it really that hard to talk to him? They had at least fourteen stops left.

The old woman stared at the two boys; didn't she see them come from the same school? She knew that they must know each other, but she reckoned something had happened between them that made it awkward. She giggled as she peered at the two of them taking casual glances at different times to check if the other was okay, and wondered if they were a couple. She figured not as both of them seemed a little anxious to talk to one another, but not so anxious to fix whatever went wrong. Chuckling, she gazed at their not-so-secret stares, hadn't they worked out the other was looking at them yet? They both looked as if they were pretending (really badly) not to know one another was on the bus, looking at phones when the other one turned, coughing whenever they go to say something and turning back around really quickly hoping the other hadn't noticed. She thought of how silly they were acting and how if she knew them she would bang their heads together right that very instance, if only her old friend Missouri was here. They would know her, she reckoned, they go to the school where she works.

Dean had heard the old woman chuckle as she got up and left the bus, clearly she could tell that Dean was staring at Castiel every five seconds. He had gotten up again, but returned to his seat in desperation for safety and she had seen this many times. God how stupid he must've looked. He glanced a Castiel for a final time and realised, if he was going to do it, it had to be before he was left on his own…

'Damn' thought Castiel 'The old bat's gone and left me on my own with him, and laughed at me for checking up on him every five seconds'

He had heard her giggle as she stepped from the buses doors, the mocking tone of a sparrow chirping away. He had to admit though, she was right to laugh. How much of an idiot he must've looked for swivelling round every other minute to see if Dean had done anything, he wasn't even sure what to expect when he turned around… Was he expecting the boy to declare his love to Castiel? To say that he despised Castiel? To say sorry to Castiel? Whatever he was expecting though the result was always the same, a cold shoulder. 'For Christ's sake' He thought, 'I've only just met the guy.'

He looked once more at Dean and turned to face the front. If he was going to do it, now would be the time.

"Oh, sorry man." Dean said as he stood up and crashed into an unsuspecting Castiel, who'd not only stood up, but had walked over to him.

"No it's okay, I just wanted to apologise."

"Don't apologise, it was my fault." Dean said, awkwardly patting the kid on the back. He wasn't sure why on earth Castiel would want to apologise, but he sure knew he wanted to. "And I'm sorry for it."

"No matter, let bygones be bygones?"

"The hell are you saying?"

"Shall we leave it be…"

"I don't know, I really do think we should talk about what happened back there."

"Good, I am not the only one."

"So…"

"So…"

They stared at each other in an uncomfortable silence, after talking at least… But since the incident had only happened fifteen-twenty minutes ago. (Yes their bus was taking that long) Dean looked into Castiel's eyes, the hunger depressed way down inside him. He really did love Lisa, didn't he?

"Uh… I guess I should say something." He said breaking the quiet gaze.

"Yes, probably."

"Right, for a starts… I've got Lisa, so don't you go thinking you're all high and mighty because you got to k-kiss me." He said, choking on the word as if it were poison in his mouth.

"You forget that you kissed me Winchester."

"Ah yes, another thing. If anyone finds out that I'll kill you and your family. I got a reputation to uphold."

"What? The boy who doesn't give a crap about what everyone thinks? Well it seems you sure as hell do."

"Hey. Watch it Bondy, I'm not all that shallow, you know?"

"Well you seem it right now. I want to know, what the hell happened."

"I don't know okay, it was the…"

"Heat of the moment?"

Dean couldn't help but laugh. He loved that Asia song to pieces, singing it in the morning woke him up a little bit.

"What?"

"It's nothing."

"No, come on…"

"It's a song."

"Let me guess… Heat of the moment by Asia."

"How did you know?"

"Great song and I'm guessing it describes the situation perfectly."

"Kinda… so now what?"

Dean yet again stared down into Castiel's ocean blue eyes; they pulled him in like a siren, dragging him into oblivion. They made him hungry for Castiel, but he put up a strong front. There was no way he was going to try it again.

"Let's go back to beforehand, you know when I made you sing along?"

"Shut up, you're never EVER going to let that one go are you?"

"Nope. So what do you say? Friend?"

"In biology."

"Whatever…"

"Done."

Dean, feeling high and mighty with himself after facing his fear, clambered off the bus stealing one last gaze at the trench coat. He feared that after befriending Castiel, Lisa would never be the same to him. could he ever look at Lisa the same again now?