Dean knew he had to go, but at the same time he really didn't want to. Thursday had arrived so fast, he could've sworn just five minutes ago he was saying goodbye to Cas, and now is was rocking up to Lisa's house in Benny's tin can for a party he really didn't feel like going to.

"Brother, I know what your thinking... And you're right."

"Huh?" Dean looked up from the dashboard and turned his gaze to Benny.

"You wanna break up with Lisa tonight, I say go for it."

"How do you know that?"

"It's written all over your face kid, you mean business tonight. It's not the party your invested in, it's what you're going to say to Lisa."

"Wow... that was deep bro, that was deep." Dean laughed, but his face said it all, he really did need to do this, and there was no way he was going to leave it another night.

He was really going to break up with Lisa.

Benny rolled up to the front of the house, flung himself out of the car and leaned on the car door so it closed, it seemed every time they went out, he would get a little more graceful with getting out of the car. Dean thought that one day he might just hover out, not that Dean watched too much TV, but come on... If you were there, you would've seen the possibility of it actually happening.

Dean slid out of his own side, glum and punched the door closed. Benny gave him a glare and stroked the car and Dean knew he had stepped a bit out of line. You don't hit a car, they are the pride and joy of it's owner. Unless it was awful, but even then the owner is the only one allowed to hit the car, not the passenger.

"Sorry." Dean muttered as he shuffled to the front door, hearing the music thumping the same consistent beat that would play throughout the night to come. Sometimes he really did hate club music, rock any day over this.

As he yanked the door open, he put on a brave face and welcomed the crowd of staring faces. They always stared at him when he entered a room, and to be honest he hated it. Any attention seeker would love it, people saw him and practically flung themselves at his feet, but he hated all of it. He'd much rather be at home, listening to Metallica and watching Dr. Sexy MD (don't get started, even bad boys can get hooked onto soaps too), but he was there, with Benny at his side, patting him on his back and handing him a beer. He already knew tonight was going to be a tough one.

A couple of beers later, and Dean wasn't getting any drunker. He the second he saw Lisa he'd have to drag her up to the bedroom and tell her, but it sickened him to the stomach he'd have to do it the nice way. As much as she was one of his best friends, he still would much rather have her find him in the closest with some hot bimbo than have to face her and tell her he didn't love her.

Occasionally Benny would check on him in the corner to make sure he was okay, but after an hour he just gave up. He knew Dean wasn't going to be okay until this was all over. He even went round asking where she was for him at one point, but everyone just said the same thing: "She likes to show up late for these things, you know that."

So he proceeded to slap Dean's leg and say: "Go tell her before she comes down brother, it'll be better that way."

Dean crawled up the stairs, suddenly he couldn't hear the thumping or the sounds of people cheering at shots. All he could hear was his own heart pumping blood to his ears. Something knotted in his stomach and he held it while climbing. His face felt drained and he could've sworn that he was so much more tired than he was originally.

He could see Lisa's door from where he was at the top of the staircase, and with the sight of the pink fluffy letter spelling out her name stuck on the hell zone, he froze. Panicking, his breathing began to quicken. He sat down to steady himself, but that didn't help. He really didn't want to do this. But then one thought came to his head, one thought that kept him going.

Castiel.

He hauled himself up off the stair and calmed his breathing. If he could do this, there was no stopping him getting Castiel. That's what he wanted, and the only way he'd get Castiel would be to do this properly. He took one step at a time, regaining his strength with each and every step until finally he reached her door and took a fist out of his pocket to knock.

"Come in." She sang, clearly ready and waiting.

He pushed the door open and then closed it behind him as he slipped through the

crack. He stood by the door so he'd have an escape route just in case.

"We need to talk." He said.

"About what Hun?"

"Lisa I, we need to break up..."

Lisa sat on the edge of the bed in horror, words could not tell the story of how she was feeling. All Dean could do was go to the bed and comfort her, but she shoved him away in spite.

"It's that Castiel, isn't it?" She asked, staring into his eyes. He didn't want to lie to her, yet the truth was just as hurtful. He stayed silent, hoping she wouldn't question him. But no, she wanted answers and Dean was just going to have to give them to her. "ISN'T IT?!" She shrieked, thankfully the music downstairs was too loud for anyone to hear, but still loud enough to give Dean an ever-lasting headache.

"yes." He mumbled under his breath, hoping she couldn't hear. However, of course she could, and she began to sob.

"Dean... why?" She said, burying her face in her palms.

"Because... Well because."

"Because what?!"

"I... I kissed him."

"You what?"

"I kissed him. At the detention, the first day we met."

She blubbered again, looking at Dean with pain and disgust. Not only was she losing her love, but also to a nerd with an oversized trenchcoat? She couldn't believe it, the thoughts where just to much to process.

"Why?" She asked, sitting up and wiping her eyes. She stared into him as he looked away, shaming him almost.

"I don't know lis."

"Don't call me that."

"Fine. But what I do know was it was the most natural thing I've ever done, I'd never felt more right. And I'm sorry to say lis."

"I said don't."

"I didn't love you." He looked at her, tears welling up in his eyes. But then he gave a faint smile and said, "And you never loved me."

"How could you say that?" She asked, shocked at his sudden comment. Somehow, there was still a part of her that wanted to argue against everything in her head, and it was controlling what she said, but deep down she knew he was right.

"You know how, because it's true."

He proceeded to smile at her, and finally she gave in, laughing through the tears.

"Just promise me one thing, Dean." She asked, looking him dead in the eye.

"What?"

"Promise me he's worth it."

"You know, I think he is lis."

This time, she didn't argue with him, she didn't yell at him or give him the evil eye. She pulled him in for a hug. After all, they had been friends for who knows how long. She knew that he had fallen for him, any idiot could see that, any idiot except Dean. Dean still didn't know, Dean still thought he was falling. But, truth be told, she saw it in his eyes, he loved Castiel.

"I love you Dean." She blubbered, squeezing him tight, "But you need to get you're act straight."

"That's what I'm trying to do." He said, pulling away.

They both knew it. They were going to be just fine. Better still there was booze galore downstairs, and now they could just drink their feelings away.

When they got downstairs, Benny was anxious to find out if he had done it, and was surprised by the fact they were laughing all the way down the stairs.

"You coward." He hissed at the Winchester, "What about that boy you like so much, huh? Couldn't even do it for him."

"Actually, he did." Lisa joked, grabbing Benny by the hand and pulling him in for a hug. "Well done for talking some sense into him Benny. One day I'll thank you for it." Then she pushed him away and slapped him.

"What was that for?" He yelped, holding one side of his face in agony.

"For talking sense into him." She grinned while turning around to grab three beers.

"I stand corrected." Benny smiled, turning to Dean still holding his face. "Well done mate."

"Yeh well, now I NEED to get pissed." Dean groaned, grabbing the beer that Lisa handed to him.

"Here's to new beginnings!" She yelled over the music.

"To new beginnings!" The boys sang in unison as they downed the beers.

So Dean ended up having a lot more fun than he expected, and the end of it managed to get drunk, despite not being able to in the last four years, since his twelfth birthday. He pulled Benny to the side a couple of times and tried to kiss him, but Benny was fully sober and pushed him away laughing. He knew he'd have to take him home, but he kind of wanted to see Dean like this for longer, so when he dragged Dean out to the car and buckled him up, he decided he'd drive through a little 'detour'.

"Hey Buddy." Benny kept saying, watching Dean poke himself in the nose while looking in the mirror. "You feeling any better?"

"I'm fine Sammy, just let me be free!" He yelled at Benny whilst making aeroplane noises.

"Brother, you're more than drunk, you've been given wacky gas haven't you?"

"The balloon said drink me, so I sucked the weird puffy thing out of it."

"Wacky gas... Right, well we'll just drive around until that wears off."

"Yes! Let us ride off into the sunset and never look back!" Dean squealed, pointing his finger at the moon.

Benny couldn't help but laugh, but he kept driving.

And that's just what he did. He drove the wacky gas off, while fuelling Dean up with even more beer just to keep him drunk. Not that he wanted his mum yelling at the both of them for being late, but he just couldn't himself. He pulled out his phone and text her that they'd be a bit later than they'd thought, she didn't mind but scolded him over fifteen of the next few messages. He kept Dean awake throughout, and waited for the effects to disappear, but as soon as they did Dean made Benny pull over.

"What's up brother?" Benny asked, frightened of his best friends state of mind.

"Nothing... It's just, Castiel's in there." Dean slurred, staggering and pointing at a houses bottom window.

"How do you know?"

"I, I thank he shoed me..."

"Pardon."

"I... I think he showed moi..."

"What?"

"I think he showed m me."

"Well then, why don't we go say hello?"

Benny grinned as he led Dean to the window and then snuck off after knocking for him. He saw Castiel, he knew he was there. It wasn't as if he was being horrible, he just really wanted to know what Dean would do.

Castiel opened his window confused to see a rather tipsy Dean swaying around outside. "Dean?" He asked staring at the drunken boy trying to thumble through a big enough window.

"Cas." Dean said as he clambered inside, falling onto Castiel's floor.

"Not that it isn't good to see you, just what are you doing here?" Castiel asked picking the Winchester off the floor whilst spying out the window to see Benny's tin can parked on the side of the road. He sniggered, now he was sure that Dean was drunk. Benny was taking advantage of the situation to see how far the drunken boy would take it. Even Cas could understand that, he knew that Dean was a hard one to get drunk by Dean telling him so.

"I saw the house and I wanted to... I wanted to... I." Bless his heart, Dean had no idea what he was saying or what he wanted to. Castiel laughed and hooked an arm around his shoulder to hold him up.

Looking into Castiel's eyes, Dean didn't know what he was doing. The alcohol had really mind washed him, but one thing slipped through, the one thing he could only ever do sober once. He pulled Castiel in for a kiss.

"You're Drunk." Castiel exclaimed as Dean staggered to the end of his bed. He pulled at Castiel's t-shirt trying to pull their lips together, but Cas pushed him away. "No."

Dean kept hold, dragging him back down, hovering his lips over Cas's. "Dean."

"Please Cas, I need this, I need you." He tugged him back, biting Castiel's lower lip and flicking his tongue in-between the two clamps that kept Cas's mouth locked so that he could taste his friend. Again Castiel pushed him off.

"No Dean. Not like this."

It was taking immense force to push the Winchester off, but not just because he was strong but because of how badly Castiel actually wanted this. But he was right, and Dean would thank him for it in the morning, he couldn't.

What made it harder was that Dean persisted. The constant pleas and the way he threw himself at Cas, how Castiel wanted to give in. But there was just no way.

"Come on Cas, it's just a silly kiss. How bad can it be?" A drunken Dean slurred as he again pressed himself up against Castiel chest, plunging down to take another dive for Cas's swollen lips.

"No Dean. You're drunk."

"And what? You don't think I would want this, do you?" Dean spluttered his words as he pushed Cas down, now straddling him on his own god damn bed. He had fantasies about this, although none involved him being as drunk as he was.

"I am worried that you may regret your decision in the morning." He warned him cautiously, again trying to push him away.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

Cas just wanted to give in, to kiss the Winchester senseless. But, a sudden surge of strength pulsed throughout his body, and he was able to not only push him off himself and the bed, but to pin him to the wall on the other side of the room. "No Dean."

"You want to play rough huh?" The Winchester sneered, swan-diving in for another kiss, but Castiel wasn't having any of it. He held him up against the wall and waited for him to use his energy up on trying to escape Cas's grasp. Once the boy had finally fallen silent, Castiel carried him over to his bed.

The boy was a bit of a lump really, and smelled awful. Like someone had gotten a water gun, filled it with Vodka, sweat and sick and shot it at him. Castiel wasn't going to complain though, better he was bad smelling and out-of-it than trying to get his alcohol poisoned tongue past Castiel's lips. Not that Castiel didn't want to kiss him, he just really didn't want to kiss him drunk. He knew how badly Dean would react if he had found himself in the morning, in Cas's bed, next to him, not knowing what happened.

Castiel walked out to Benny's car and whacking the window, Benny rolled it down.

"Watch the car trenchcoat!" Benny yelled.

Castiel was about to argue, but then realised what he had said and saw he had thrown on his dad's trenchcoat while walking outside. Then he shook himself back to reality, and looked straight back at Benny.

"Not funny." He scowled at the lump of meat sitting at the driver seat window.

"It's hilarious."

"No it really isn't, right now I have a boy I barely know taking up my bed."

"From what I've been told, it sounds like you know our boy Dean pretty well."

Castiel was confused for minute, but then realised Dean must've told him about the auditorium.

"That was all on him."

"Does it matter kid? The point is he's drunk because he broke up with his girlfriend tonight for you."

"Dean broke up with Lisa?"

"Yeh, didn't the drunk version of the boy tell you that?"

"Didn't mention it, just climbed through my window and tried to kiss me!"

"Don't take it personally, he did that to me a couple of times."

"Did he hold you on the bed trying to pin you down so you'd stay still?"

Benny fell silent. He realised he'd been cruel to the boys. Castiel didn't need this while Dean was drunk, and Dean was going to be mortified in the morning to find himself in Castiel's bed.

"Look kid, I can take the Winchester home if you want me to, he's supposed to be with me anyway. Sorry bout, everything."

Sighing, Castiel looked back to the house. He knew it would be best for Benny to take him home, but he didn't actually want to move him, he was asleep after all.

"It's alright, he sleeping. Let him rest, I'll take the sofa."

"You sure bout that?" Benny winked at Cas.

Castiel scowled for a minute, but smirked and waved Benny off.

He walked back into the house and settled in the next room on the sofa, with a blanket rested over him. He was thankful it hadn't been cold, otherwise he may have found himself climbing in with one of his brothers, and he couldn't bear think how awkward that would be to explain to them. Although, thinking about it, he had no idea how he was going to explain to Dean why he was in his bed. He shuddered at the thought of explain that one but then eased, that was in the morning. Right now he could rest.

"What the fuck?" Dean said sitting up holding his aching head. Last thing he could remember was being at Lisa's party, but nothing after that. He looked around. Everything seemed blurry because of the pounding in his mind, like something was punching his head from the inside. He thought he was in some random bimbo's house until he saw a familiar looking picture on the table side. It was Castiel, Anna and Samandriel.

"There is no freakin' way." He stuttered climbing out. "Nope. No no no no no."

"Morning sunshine!" An unfamiliar voice sung from the doorframe, Dean turned to see a blonde man standing at the door. "Castiel said you'd be awake by eleven, but I wasn't sure so I left it a couple. Then I heard you swearing and came to see what the fuss was about. Balthazar, Castiel's more handsome, more beautiful, more elegant elder brother."

"You forgot more modest."

"Glad to see your still a cocky git then."

Dean looked at him, confused by the statement. Which Balthazar added: "You came upstairs about six in the morning and started talking nonsense. You were still a tad drunk."

"How were you even awake?" Dean asked.

Laughing, Balthazar grinned at the poor clueless Winchester still not sure of what went on last night, "Have you met anyone besides Castiel in this family before? We're a bunch of dicks. We can't stand each other, that's why Castiel made friends on this road, easy escape from home. Everyone was up at six because they wanted to leave as soon as possible."

Dean rubbed his head and squinted his eyes. He moaned at the raging headache still possessing his brain.

"Take it easy Winchester, that's a mighty bad hangover you've got there."

"How do you know my name?"

"Well Castiel had to tell someone that you were here, better someone he liked that happened to be staying at home than one of the other bastards that live here. You were drunk off your arse and someone needed to make sure you didn't hurt yourself clambering out of bed."

"Why couldn't Castiel help?"

"Awwhh... The cocky arrogant git wants his boyfriend to help out?" Balthazar laughed at his own little joke but saw Dean wasn't appreciating his humour so turned the jokes off. "You're a real downer you know that? Castiel had to go to school and make up some ruddy excuse as to why you're not there and keep your mate, what's his face, Bentley? Benedict? Bob?"

"Benny."

"Yet that one. He needed to tell him where to pick you up from afterwards. He's probably gonna either hitch a ride with him or walk back with Anna and Sam."

Dean growled and ran to the bathroom across the hall. Laughing again, Balthazar pulled out his phone to text Castiel that Dean was up and well, just chucking his guts into the toilet, and then proceeded to cook the boy some food to help him back to life.