"A new one of what?" Naomi asked, glaring at the other brothers making sure they were silent.

"A new boy."

Gabriel and Balthazar lit up like Christmas trees, they grabbed each other and swung around in circles before going to hug their baby brother.

Scowling, Naomi hit the brothers and dragged them back down to their seats. Nick stared. Castiel had no idea what to say, he knew what came next. Rapid-fire questioning.

"Who?" Naomi asked.

"Dean Winchester."

"Age?"

"Same as me"

"Family?"

"Drunk dad, brother with good grades."

"Grades?"

"Suckish."

"Lives?"

"Near the school."

"Looks like?"

"Light brown hair, green eyes."

"Gabriel. Balthazar. Opinions."

Gabriel rubbed his hands together, with a mischievous grin. He looked to Castiel, who was close to panicking, and then back to Naomi, tapping her fingertips on the table like the impatient child she was.

"He's a jock, doesn't carry on a conversation with me, but then again only our Cassie can with me, takes his time with everything including kissing him, which I witnessed!"

"You weren't in the room!" Castiel protested, blushing vibrantly.

"I was outside... Anyway... I like him."

Castiel breathed a sigh of relief, Gabriel was the awkward one. Balthazar was going to be a breeze.

"Does NOT handle a hangover well, polite, understands, gay..."

"Bi!" Castiel yelled, a little quickly for Naomi's tasted as she pierced her eyes through his skull, forcing him to shut up.

"Anyway... He does love our Cassie, did I mention lightweight?"

"Not a lightweight, had too many..." Castiel rolled his eyes, protesting for Dean in this family discussion of his love life.

"He's a bit pretty."

"Handsome."

"I like him."

Castiel smiled, he knew there wasn't going to be any problems, he looked to Nick and Michael who where bitterly glaring at the floor. He loved to see them annoyed, it meant they weren't getting their way. But just as he tried to soak in all of the jealousy and annoyance, his father arrived.

"Chucky boy!" Yelled Gabriel as he through his arms around his dads neck.

"I'm your dad Gabe, please refer to me as such. Now why are you all here instead of at your own houses? Last time I checked it was Cas and Naomi who hadn't grown up yet."

"Ah yes, don't you remember your own son's birthday, the whole reason all of us were in the area?" Balthazar asked, tilting his head to one side like a bewildered puppy.

"Of course I bloody do..."

They all gave him a disapproving glare.

"Michael's..."

Still glaring.

And glaring.

And glaring.

And glaring.

"Twenty... ninth?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. He'd gotten it right for once.

"So everyone is around the area for his birthday. Why here in the house when I get home from work, his birthday isn't until tomorrow if I'm correct."

"You are correct, for once." Michael spoke through his gritted teeth. He knew his dad remembered, it was just he always forgot at some point in the weeks leading up.

Castiel feared his father may just end up dead in the next few minutes if he didn't shut up, but he didn't say anything, otherwise he may have been killed too.

"We're all here to discuss our little Cassy's new boyfriend." Balthazar said with a smug grin on his face, subtly winding Castiel up.

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Oh yes, that's right. They haven't made it official yet. They're just two friends who happen to be romantically and sexually attracted to one another who haven't discussed where they are or where they are headed."

"Shut up!"

"Oh Cassy, Are you getting embarrassed?"

"Not as much as you will be when I whoop your ass in front of the entire family."

"What? Did your boyfriend teach you some new moves?"

Castiel went to lunge for him, but Naomi kept as strong grip and made sure he didn't break free.

"Not worth it." She said, pulling him to face her. "Don't bother."

"Castiel... anything I should know?" Chuck said, trying to divert the conversation back to where it was headed.

Castiel sighed. He looked at his dad, and began to worry. His dad loved him, but even he remembered the incident with Adam and how lovesick he was over him. That's why they had the bloody talk about all of Castiel's crushes, they feared for his life. He had scars still there from the beating, and nightmares.

"Look dad, he's a guy in my year. Not so good grades, not a good relationship with the teachers, but he is a good guy. I tutor his brother, Sam. He's not going to lead me on, he's not going to change me in anyway, I'm not going to ride off with him into the sunset. But I do like him. Please dad?"

Chucked took a long breath, he stared at the ceiling and then at the floor. Looking round at the kids, all watching him to see what he would say.

"Who's met the guy?"

"Me and him." Balthazar said, pointing his finger at Gabriel, who was waving his hand. "But we've already done the 'what we think' speech before you got here, so the short version is we like him."

Chuck took a long breath again. He looked towards Castiel, who was practically pleading with his eyes.

"Fine."

Castiel grinned, he took one last look at Nick and Michael's faces to soak in the glory, and then turned out of the room to go to talk to Anna.

"Ughhh..." Sam groaned, looking disgusted at his older brother. How dare he fancy him.

"Sammy, why you being like this? Come on."

"Seriously Dean ughhh..."

"Yeh seriously, I really like him, and I want your support. Cause I sure as hell won't get dad's."

"For godsake Dean, yuck."

"What?"

"Him. Seriously?"

"What?"

"Why of all people did you have to pick my tutor... I got along with him! Now all I'm gonna see is you and him kissing."

Dean laughed and ruffled his brother's hair, he gave a sarcastic pouty face to him and waited for the grin, which sure as hell came to be spread across Sam's face. Yeah, his little brother approved. Just a little weirded out about his tutor and his brother dating. Which they technically weren't. Yet.

"No mentioning to dad, amiright?" Sam asked, looking up to his older brother with a smile.

"you got it kiddo, no mentioning to the big man or I get shot for being queer."

"That's really unfair isn't it? You can't help loving who you love..."

"Nah, kiddo. I can't help who I love, and you know what... if mom was here we wouldn't be having this discussion, I'd already be kissing him in front of dad and he wouldn't mind. It's just, some people, like our dad, think that being attracted to anyone other than the opposite sex is an abomination. It's a little bit 20's, but you know, some people can't seem to get the bloody fact that people are queer and times are changing. Next thing you know, dad will start writing with a quill pen and be telling us that phones and the internet are all sinful and the only proper way to do it is by hand. Or getting rid of the TV's because they are unnatural and don't belong. Or just getting rid of our Mp3 players and handing us a blow jug, because that's what it was like in the good old days. I tell you kiddo, the people like our dad will be shunned sooner or later because everyone else can accept it and they'll be seen as badly as racists are."

Sam laughed at Dean's little rant, he laughed because he knew it was true. Any day now their dad would probably pick up a sword and start fighting with it because 'that's how it should be done.' It made Dean laugh as well, thinking of how closed minded his father was. But he couldn't help but think about what it would've been like if his mother was still around. Probably much better. His dad wouldn't be missing every few nights that's for sure, or drunk, or lazy, or a hypocrite, or a homophobe, or everything else under the sun that could be taken as offensive to others.

But he was their dad, so Dean wasn't about to walk out on him. No matter how cruel and tormenting he got, he would always be Dean's dad, and Dean would always love him.

Dean did feel a little weight lift off his chest now that he'd told Sam about Castiel. He was happy. Happy that his brother accepted him. Happy that his brother (sort of) approved. Happy that he would have Cas. Happy he didn't have to hide himself to many anymore.

He walked over to Sam, pulled him into a big hug, and then went to check out the freezer to see what they could have for dinner.

"That's great news Cas!" Anna beamed, pulling Castiel tightly in for a squeeze.

"Yes... It is... Anna... Anna... Ann" He squirmed about in her arms. Her tight grip was almost cutting of his oxygen supply. "Anna... Ann.. You're hurting me..."

She let go and apologized, giving him a massive grin.

"But still, you're family accepted Dean! One step closer!"

"Well not all of them."

"Oh, who gives two hoots about Michael and Nick. Isn't he nick-named Lucifer anyway?"

Castiel laughed. It was her that gave him the name after meeting him for the first time. Sure, Gabriel liked to play pranks, but the first time she met Nick he almost scared her too death with the skeleton in the shoe-closet prank. And then he pouted, sulked, scowled and grimaced for most of the day... Which left Anna in the position of turning around and calling him Satan. In. Front. Of. Everyone.

Yes, Anna only met Nick a couple of years ago, but that was because when he did live at the house he stayed in his bedroom, and then he moved away before Anna had the chance to even introduce herself. They had brushed pashed each other in the hallways of Castiel's house for fifteen years, and only once did they bother to speak. And that was when he pulled a prank on her. And actually ate downstairs for once.

Long story short, the nickname stuck.

"So, what did Chuck say exactly?" She asked, looking quite eager to know everything.

"Well, he asked Gabe and Balth what they thought of him and then said fine."

"Is that it?"

"Well what else do you want Anna? There is literally nothing else to it."

"There's got to be something else."

"Nope, Chuck bends over backwards for everyone so much he doesn't own a spine anymore."

"He's your dad Cas, you should call him that."

"Have you ever once heard any of me and my siblings call him anything in relation to being our dad?"

"You know you should."

"Yes, and you know you shouldn't bug me about things that I don't need or want to talk about, but you do it anyway."

"Shut up, I don't do it that much."

"Yes. you do." Said Samandriel, climbing through the open window.

"Ahh, Samandriel my good fellow, come, embrace the good news." Castiel joked, beckoning him over as he put on the worst posh accent ever.

"Yeh, yeh. lemmeguess. Papa gonna let you go out with a certain Winchester?" Samandriel answered, walking over to them and hitting Cas on the back.

"Correct my fellow geek." Castiel laughed, keeping the accent. "I am free to date a certain Winchester."

"Congrats man!"

"I know right?!" Anna squealed, "Castiel I am so happy for you!"

"You guys know they'll be watching us like hawks for the next few years right..."

"Yes!" They said in unison.

"Where you goin?" Sam asked, watching dean throw on his leather jacket and collecting his keys. He was just about to step out of the door, it was so obvious.

"No where, just gonna go get a beer." He answered, smiling at his brother while zipping the jacket up.

"Liar." Sam said, holding his hands on his hips and pouting. "There's no way your going out for a beer. You don't have your wallet."

"Right here." Dean, pulled it out of his other jacket and stuck it into the back pockets of his jeans.

"It's too late."

"Bars are open 'til one in the morning."

"You're wearing your favorite jacket."

"Can't I wear it now?"

"Not to go get a beer you can't." Sam said, grinning. He'd already sussed it. "You're going to Castiel's aren't you?"

"No."

Sam glared.

"No."

Glaring.

"I swear."

Glaring.

"I'm serious!"

Glaring.

"Come on..."

Glaring.

"If I say yes will you stop?"

Glaring and a disapproving nod.

"Fine." He sighed. "I'm going to Cas' to talk okay?"

"Why?"

"Because we haven't fully talked it out yet."

Dean tried to walk out the door, but his brother grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. "Dean." Sam said. Sighing, he turned back and looked to his brother.

"What?" he asked.

"Go get him."

Sam hugged him tightly and then walked off after Dean brushed him off for 'chick-flick moments' weren't his thing.

After Anna and Samandriel had left, Castiel grabbed a book. A little bit old fashioned, he knew, but he'd read everything on his kindle and sometimes the paper way was nicer. He liked the feel of the paper under his fingers. Turning each page. Smelling the dust that had been collected over the years along with the smell of the actual paper. He loved the sound a book made when you turned a page, something that no matter how hard a kindle tried it could never compare to the sound in real life. It felt amazing to hold in his hands.

He read. And he read. And he read.

He read until he went from start to finish, soaking in the words as he went. Living the story as he intertwined with the pages. It was one of his favorite things to read. But who doesn't love to pick up a book? Even if your not going to read it, your just picking it up. It felt good.

But then he heard a knock at the window. It'd been about 3 hours since Anna had left, it wasn't exactly as if she left something behind. So who the hell was that?

He walked over, cautiously.

Sneaking across.

Peering through.

To see the bloody Winchester's face staring back at him and grinning. He opened the window and allowed him to climb through.

"Sorry to drop in on you like this, I just wanted to do this." He pulled at Castiel's collar towards him and pressed his lips against Cas's.

At first the initial motion through Castiel off guard. It was spontaneous after all. He had his eyes open for the first few seconds because he hadn't quite processed what had just happened. But, as he felt Dean begin to pull away he responded, moving his lips in rhythm with Dean's. Like they were doing a samba. A samba of the lips. Castiel's hands ran up Dean's back as he explored the inside of the mouth he now had become accustomed to. Kissing Dean was like a drug, he wanted to do it more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more.

He tucked his hands into Dean's jean's back pockets, while Dean ran his hands through Castiel's hair, messing up, making sure no strand was left unturned. He felt their tongues glide together like they were puzzle pieces. Their mouths connected just right. In that moment. That infinite moment. They could stand there without a care in the world.

Dean accidently bit Castiel's lip which made Cas's hands shoot up from his back pockets to behind his neck. It made him jump a little, but he realized he really liked it. And Dean liked his reaction.

When they finally pulled away (after about five minutes) They stared into each others eyes like two giddy five year olds.

"What was that for?" Castiel asked.

"You did it earlier, I thought it was only fair." Dean answered. "Speaking of earlier, you didn't actually finish that sentence."

"Yes I did."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did, I said I love chocolate."

"Right now what were you going to say."

"You already know." Castiel smirked, watching Dean try to destroy his common sense with his smile.

"I want to hear you say it."

"What?"

"You know what."

"That I love chocolate?"

Dean punched Castiel playfully.

"Fine. Fine. I love you two."

"Well in that case." Dean said, pulling Castiel in close, holding him by the waist. "Will you go out with me?"

"Hmm... I think I'd have to think about it." Joked Castiel, fingers on his chin pretending to ponder about the thought. "Of course I will you idiot."

Balthazar walked into Castiel's bedroom expecting to see precisely what he saw. His little brother making out with his new boyfriend. He smirked and stood there for a minute, but after realizing that neither of them were going to realize soon, he coughed.

Castiel pulled away, his cheeks red with embarrassment. Dean stood smirking, until he saw it was Balthazar. His face suddenly dropped.

"Hello pretty boy, me again." Balthazar smirked, staring at Dean. "Good to see you when you're not hug over."

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, confused as to why someone who moved out of the hell house was staying there again.

"Michael's birthday, everyone's in town. Guess Cassy didn't tell you that somewhere in between the face eating."

"Ha bloody ha." Castiel groaned. "Don't call me Cassy."

"Still, I'm staying in my old room, I heard you come through the window, thought I'd come and embarrass the two of you."

"Thanks." Castiel sarcastically moaned. "Now go away."

"No, I'm good."

"Get out!" Castiel yelled pushing him out of the door. He locked it and breathed out long and slowly.

"So." He said looking to Dean. "Where were we?"