A/N: Hey guys look I actually finished a thing! Okay so for a forewarning this includes underage drinking and alcohol abuse. As I said before, I have edited (and I mean extreme edited) the past four chapters, I think every fourth chapter I will look back and do some extreme editing, so anywho. Thanks for reading this story it truly means a lot to me, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

"Dean, if you would just pay attention in class you would certainly get better grades." Castiel was staring at him. They had been tutoring for nearly 2 weeks now that the football season has calmed down, there sessions had become more frequent. It seemed the more times they sat down together, the more they stopped just talking about numbers and more about each others lives.

"How's your brother?" Castiel would ask when he could see Dean stressing out over one problem, and when Castiel seemed more or less like the spoon up his ass was deeper, Dean would talk to him about books. They created a system. Surprisingly tutoring became less of a need and more of a want for the both of them. When Castiel wanted to get away from the madness that is his family, he would ask Dean if he had time to tutor and Dean would be able to leave just a few minutes earlier from football.

Dean was tapping his pen on the wooden library table. From two weeks ago he gotten his first pass on his math test and though he brushed it off, both Cas and Sam made a large deal about it. He really liked Cas, he was different from all his friends he had in the past. No matter how much people would ask him to go to parties he would always feel this pit in his stomach. He was lonely. All he had was his brother who was quickly making friends with his big teddy bear like friendliness. What Dean didn't realize was Castiel has been lonely all of his life. Castiel's last friend had been Crowley himself when he was in middle school. That was before he made himself the king of hell and made his entire life out to hurt Cas. Castiel hasn't had a friend since

It was Friday and Dean and Castiel were yet again at the library studying for an upcoming test. "Dean, you can leave early if you have somewhere else to go since it is the weekend." Castiel noticed how Dean seemed anxious in his chair as he began to bit on his lip and fidget. "No, man I just-" Castiel was patient with Dean, as he

Knew that he couldn't always find the right words for what he was trying to say.

"Its just my dad is suppose to come home today." Castiel didn't know much about Dean's family, but he did know his dad was rarely ever around. Whether that was a good or bad thing he couldn't tell. "You and Sam must be excited to see him." Dean huffed. "Not really, he's gone for weeks on end leaving us with just enough money to feed ourselves then expects us to be perfect when he comes home. He then comes home and tells us what to do expecting us to see him as a father figure when he hasn't been a father figure for along time." Castiel let Dean ramble. Dean was highly agitated. "Sorry man I just- I'm really fucking tired". Dean was tired of a lot of things, he was getting tired of football, tired of schoolwork, and most of all tired of life itself. Cas understood this and nodded in agreement.

"You can pack up early to see your brother before he comes home." Dean silently thanked Cas and saluted him a goodbye after he packed his bag. Castiel began to close his book when Dean shouted after him. "Cas-wait!" Dean cringed when the librarian glared his way. "I uh, thanks for today and uhm-can I get your phone number so I can maybe you know call you." Castiel was silent. "To uh plan and stuff right, yeah." Dean was rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the ground obviously in embarrassment. "Of course Dean." Castiel quickly scribbled his number on the corner of Dean's notebook. Dean nodded and said another awkward goodbye.

Dean could not see Sam. He would argue with him about John, and then He Sam would do something stupid by himself thinking he could handle it. John had raised him until he was 8 years old. His mom burning in Sam's nursery had an impact on the whole family, but John the most. He went into this business that would leave the brothers alone for weeks without much money. Worse was his dad would come home drunk, sloppy, and angry.

Dean was aware of what his dad actually did in these weeks. After Dean had left Sam alone for a few hours when he went shopping, there was a shadow that was too close for comfort near Sam's bed. Dean stepped closer to the thing, and saw that it wasn't human, far from it. John had come home within the second and ganked the son of a bitch. Dean was speechless and John stood there looking at Dean with disappointment.

"I told you not to leave your brother alone."

"I just went out to get some milk!"

John was silent and sighed. "Did you see it?"

Dean slowly nodded and stepped closer to his father with the memory of the creature not far behind. John let go of the bed he was gripping tight and kneeled down to his son's height. "Son, there are things out there that people will tell you are fairytales, but they are far to real and definitely don't belong in children's stories." That was the last day of Dean's innocence.

Dean closed his eyes at the memory. He was driving on the road, although he knew he couldn't go back home, at least not know he was just driving. He rubbed his eyes and turned on the radio trying to tune out his past memories coming to bite him in the ass. He had to figure out a way to waste time, to forget about his dad coming home. He would pass up the roadhouse in a few blocks then he would stop for a drink. Jo would always help.

Castiel walked into his house without any grace once so ever. He was exhausted. The past few nights he hasn't been able to get any sleep. The same dream keeps invading his personal space when he just wants some rest. He slid off his coat and draped it over the stair railing. He stood there for a few moments listening to see if anyone was home. He faintly could make out some music coming from upstairs, judging from the genre it seemed Gabe was home. Which Castiel found intriguing because Gabriel was always out with his friends, never alone in his room. He always has been a people person.

He slowly climbed the stairs and opened the door to his brother's room. Gabe sat in his bed with his laptop leaning against the wall, the laptop playing music. His brother barely looked back when he found out he wasn't alone. "Hey baby bro."

"Hello Gabriel."

Gabe looked up from his lap and up at Castiel and then smirked, Castiel knew the warning signs what was about to come up was not going to be pleasant.

"Are you going to tell me about the little rendezvous

You've been having with a certain Winchester?

Castiel stopped dead in his tracks. "I-uh…No?" Gabe smiled and jumped off the bed in spirit. "You little minx!" Castiel started to blush and was feeling uncomfortable with the center of attention. "It's just tutoring, for mathematics" Then Castiel froze with a realization. "Please don't tell Anna." Gabriel smiled once again and patted Cas on the back. "Trust me, I don't even plan on going near her with a ten foot pole, have you heard where she has been?" Castiel glared at his brother "Gabriel, why are you home?" His brother flopped back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Do you remember dad?"

"No."

"Not even a little bit?"

"All I know is he was here to check up on us once and then he left."

Gabe nodded and picked at his fingers. "Do you ever think that maybe, Zachariah isn't telling the whole truth to us?" Castiel was quite stunned at his brother's accusation. "Gabriel, he has raised us do you really think you will lie to us, you are being paranoid." His brother sat up and looked at Castiel's face. "Do you ever feel like you quite don't belong?"

Castiel sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Gabriel do you realize how many friends you have acquired over the years, I don't understand why you're even thinking any of this." Gabriel thought for a second and then spoke more confidently. "No not like that, more like we don't belong in this life at all or these bodies aren't ours. Why is our family so different from the others in the neighborhood or at school? Don't you ever feel like you're meant to do something else?" Castiel couldn't argue with what his brother was saying. There have been days when he almost knew for a fact he was meant to be doing something more important; it was reassuring to know that his older brother sometimes felt the same way.

"Well Zachariah isn't coming home until late tonight, something about important meeting, Anna and Michael are off at some drink-till-you-puke party and I ordered us a pizza, why don't you say we reenact some old childhood memories when I pop in a movie." Castiel sighed and groaned. "I'm going to have to get the pizza aren't I?" Gabe smiled "-And that's why you're the smartest one in our family."

It was nearly nine and the sun had been down for an hour already. Castiel was driving carefully back to his house with a pizza his brother had ordered situated in the front seat. He was happy that he could spend his night with his brother who's usually busy with his friends. Gabriel had attempted to call him 3 times already telling him to hurry up or he would start the movie without him. Castiel's cell phone began to buzz in his pocket. He picked it up. "Gabriel, I'm trying to drive-" The voice on the other line was not his brother. "Heya C-Cas!"

"Dean?"

"HEY YOU FUCKER YOU SOUND GREAT!"

"Dean…are you…Drunk?"

"As can be!"

"Dean do you want me to call one of your friends?"

"I don't have any friends, I'm a manwhore with daddy issues."

Castiel sighed and put on a pained look. "Where are you?"

"Just got kicked out of the road…h-h-house by Jo, said I was drinkin' to much" Dean slurred and hiccupped his way through the entire conversation. Cas made a split decision and made a quick left at the nearest intersection. "Dean listen to me, stay right where you are do not move, I'm close to the bar I can pick you up and bring you home."

"I ain't going home, not with my b-bastard father spitting at me."

"Dean, stay."

Castiel flipped his phone closed and looked into his rear view mirror. Cas was worried for Dean's safety. He's seen sister when she has come home late from parties. He knew how much Dean didn't want to see his father as well. Castiel found himself going over the speed limit just enough to increase his arrival time. Although the time was incredibly inappropriate Castiel was curious to understand why out of everyone Dean could of possibly called, he called Cas.

Exactly 4 minutes passed by when Cas spotted a man being supported by the brick wall next to him. Castiel counted to 30 when parallel parking and then ran to Dean.

"Dean?"

Dean was bent over throwing up and pressed his forehead to the wall. "Cas, man I-I'm not feelin' so well." Castiel held on to Dean's shoulder and pulled him to his feet. "Dean, are you okay?" Castiel took a good look at his face. Dark circles sunk into the once sparkling green eyes that were now glassy and foggy.

"Dean, you look awful, I am going to drive you home, can you walk to my car?" Castiel glared at Deans fragile looking state, he knew everyone had a different story to tell, but looking at Dean like this made him unnaturally sick to his stomach, and he had something pushing him to help Dean.

Dean slide down the wall and began to violently cough. "Cas-hold on- I-I-I'm gonna-" Dean proceeded to throw up again. This worried Castiel straight into his bones. "Dean, we need to get you to a hospital, do you understand? You probably have alcohol poisoning." Dean smiled weakly and shook his head. "Fuck no man, all I will have is a killer hangover in the morning." Cas lifted Dean up and dragged him by the passenger seat of his car.

"Aw man you can just drop me off a few blocks from here I c-c-can walk." Dean attempted to make a poor argument. Castiel waiting several moments and then lightly shoved Dean into his car and walked to the driver's side. "Dean you are sick, how many drinks did you have?" Dean loosely shrugged and then his eyes grew bigger. Cas gave him a garbage can that he had from the back seat and placed it on his lap. Dean coughed and gagged. "Fuck." Castiel tentatively placed four cold fingers onto Dean's forehead. Dean seized up as soon as his hand had pressed his overheated skin. Dean felt like he was on fire, he was warm before but now he was burning, charring and was in a calming numbing pain.

Cas removed his hand and winced. Dean was too warm, and now seemed on his deathbed. Castiel didn't know what to do, he knew Dean needed help, but refused it from anyone but him. "What is your address Dean?"

"Cas please fuck anywhere but there please I-" Dean threw up once again. Dean whimpered in the passenger seat and Castiel once again checked his forehead like his older siblings use to do when he was ill. Dean was feeling overwhelmed, he knew it was a bad idea going to a bar tonight, he was sure he would pass out soon and then to see the disappointment in his baby brothers eyes. Dean couldn't possibly do it. The cold fingers on the sweating forehead was making Dean dizzy, even in the foggy drunkenness he knew that Castiel was making him feel things different then any human might.

The lights on the highway became more and more of a fast blur, and Dean was crashing. His heart was pumping into his ears; he closed his eyes and his stomach churned. The last thing he would remember would be Cas speaking to his brother on the phone in the drivers seat.

"Gabriel, the pizza is going to be cold."