A/N: Hey guys sorry I haven't been very consistant, but my summer school is nearly over which means that I'll be able to get more done and post a lot more often. This next chapter is the one that kinda shows where I'm going with the story more, for some reason this was very hard to write and I became frustrated way to easily, I hope you guys enjoy reading this more then I felt when writing this! I understand that this chapter might not be my best one. Oh yeah and thank you so much for being such awesome readers (:

Dean wasn't certain if he was underground, or dying. His blood pumped in his ears and his head felt like it was flushed down a drain. There was one thing he was certain about and that was that he was having a massive hangover, and he was feeling utterly empty.

He didn't want to open his eyes for fear of where he was. Dean doesn't remember much except that Jo kicked him out of the road house and-nope, no other memories from there.

He squinted his eyes open to a dark room lit only by a single desk lamp that was running low on energy. Opening his eyes wider he looked around the room he was in. White walls, white bed, white bookcase everything pristine and clean, the only thing that resembled that someone actually used this room was the sketchbook shoved in the bookshelf that was filled with papers. What the fuck had he done last night, which person could have cared for him enough to take him home? He felt for his phone in his pocket and saw it was 3 in the morning, Sam would be sleeping and his dad would be drinking himself dead when looking over omens. Dean groaned and placed his hands over his eyes and took a deep breath when a wave of nausea hit him.

"Hello, Dean." a gruff voice from the corner of the room spoke.

"Where am I, who are you, I am armed so if you try any funny business-

"It's Castiel."

"Oh."

Dean was feeling woozy from the hangover knocking in his skull, and woozy that his tutor of all people would be the one to carry his drunken ass to someplace safe. He felt like hell to be honest, he almost wished he would of died of alcohol poisoning then dealing with all this shit. Almost. Cas began to move around and then slowly walked closer to the desk where the only light in the entire room was. He looked tired, and his hair was sticking up on ends obviously frustrated with something.

Castiel was frustrated with the hot completely straight hung-over football player in his bed. Cas stayed up all night watching him and making sure he was okay, once he passed out Castiel freaked out, and with the help of Gabriel they lugged the heavy boy to Cas's bed to rest. Cas watched exactly half a movie with Gabriel before he checked on Dean. Then another fifteen minutes passed by and he went once again. Gabe sighed and turned off the T.V.

"Go make sure your boyfriend is okay, I'm gonna head for the sack"

From there Castiel sat at his desk looking over Dean. Sketching a few things when he started to get tired. Once Dean began to snore a wave of relief hit Cas, he was sleeping and not unconscious.

Dean sat up on the bed and grunted when he smacked his head on the headboard. "Here, this will help." Castiel gave Dean an aspirin and a glass of water. Thank god for tutors. Dean quickly swallowed the two small blue pills and glanced back up at Cas. "Hey man-I uh want to uhm thank you for uh fuck-" Dean felt like he was drunk when he spoke with out the actual drunkenness.

Luckily Cas understood what he was trying to say, again thank god for tutors. "Dean really its no trouble, I just was truly worried about you." The simple emotions in Castiel's eyes were overwhelming for Dean, which forced him to look away. Then Dean's stomach lurched and as calmly as humanly possible Cas put the garbage can on Dean's lap and left the room for five minutes as Dean hurled what was left of his stomach if anything. With his hand he shakily sent a text to Sam telling him where he was, and that he would be home soon. He would rather face the embarrassment from telling Sam that he slept at his tutors house then the look on his face if he told him the truth.

He was tired of disappointing Sam, and tried to stay away from doing it as long as he could.

Castiel came back with someone that Dean knew as the class clown.

"Gabriel?"

Gabe smirked and then lowered down to Dean's level and turned on a small flashlight and shined it straight into his eyes.

"The fuck dude?"

Gabe looked back at Cas and the corner of his mouths quirked up "Not any brain damage still just a stupid football player in the noggin"

Cas looked back at Dean sleepily "He's always wanted to do that he has informed me." Dean's mind began to clear up and he sat up fully on the bed that he assumed was Cas's. "Man I'm serious, thank you." Dean began to fully thank Castiel again when he started to pack up all the stuff he saw from the corner of his eye.

"Dean." Castiel spoke calmly but it scared the hell out of Dean.

Dean ignored him and continued to jabber on about how grateful he was that Cas was there for him.

"Dean." Castiel was sterner therefore making him a hella a lot more frightening.

"Okay Cas what?" Dean was annoyed, though his headache was easing up the dull ache that filled his entire body was making him extremely irritable.

Cas visibly tensed up and exhaled, "Dean, you had extreme alcohol poisoning, are we not going to talk about this?"

Dean looked at Cas up front now, he could tell he stayed up all night, his hair was appropriately everywhere, and his jacket he always wears was wrinkled in every possible crevice, dark circles where indented in his usually bright blue eyes.

"Cas did you sleep?"

"No."

"Cas you need to sleep."

"I can have a cup of coffee and I will be okay, don't change the subject."

Dean felt a pang of guilt; he was so fucking stupid for getting drunk, for disappointing his brother, his fucking friend-no tutor even. He was a shitty person and this was all coming down on him right now. His anger bubbled and all he wanted to do was get out of the intense gaze Castiel pointed at him.

"Why do you even fucking care?"

Castiel looked taken a back but quickly collected himself, the look he gave was nearly the exact look Crowley had given him the first day of school, this one could possible me more menacing. He looked powerful, and pissed off.

"Why do I care?" Cas was fucking growling and Dean attempted to backtrack.

"Dean Winchester, I don't have many friends, I do not have a friend to be exact, and when the only person that I could possible call a friend calls me when he is intoxicated beyond belief-" Castiel continued ranting Dean was just staring at him mouth wide open. The quiet strange boy from school full on screaming at him and-

The lights in the room began to flicker and Dean groaned demons here? Now? Demons always have the shittest timing. He shoved Castiel to get him to stop, Cas looked as though he was ready to kill.

Dean had to do something to at least get Cas to be safe, when he started to care for his tutor's safety was beyond him, it must be the left over alcohol talking.

"I need your salt." Dean quickly explained.

"What?"

"I. Need. Your. Salt." Dean punctuated once again.

Castiel let go of his anger and just stared wide-eyed at Dean. He motioned towards the kitchen and followed when Dean ran down the steps. His stomach was churning and his headache still had a heartbeat that seemed to get stronger when he exerted more energy then necessary. Once reaching the overly clean kitchen he raided every cabinet until he found the rock salt that was usually used for kitchens.

"Dean..?" Castiel questioned.

"Cas for one moment please be fucking quiet."

Castiel shut his mouth and crossed his arms across his chest. Dean shoved the cap off of the salt container and dumped the entire canister near the front door.

"Dean, are you insane?" Castiel was just below shouting volume.

"Cas, please just trust me on this right now."

"I'll trust you when you talk to me about last night."

Dean sighed after he had placed the salt trail in front of the door; he understood that after today Cas would think he was insane, and would never want to speak to him again. When Dean looked back at Cas he had a pleasant smile etching on his face as he stared at the door.

Damn it was hard to look away when he sported that look on his face.

"Cas you okay their man?" Dean grumbled as he looked around the first floor for any signs of break in.

"My father use to do that to the house when we were kids, I was just remember I guess-"

Dean stopped moving around for a moment and looked at Castiel dead in the eye. They stayed like that for god knows how long before something sparked in Cas's blue eyes and he huffed in frustration.

"Dean I'm still upset with you. Why did you nearly drink yourself to death?"

Dean sighed and put the palms of his hands on his face, realizing that the light flickering must have been a coincidence he exhaled a tense breath. Dean still had the worst hangover known to man, the Advil was helping for sure but all that Dean wanted to do was see his brother and go home.

"Your brother knows you're here."

Dean shot his head up.

"What?"

"I talked to him before you woke up, said that you could come home because "He hadn't come home yet"" Castiel spoke carefully thoughtfully placing his words.

Dean was tired of trying to make conversation, he was so relieved that his hunter father never came home, but then smacked his hand on his forehead because he left Sam all alone.

"Your brother is okay Dean, but the question is are you?" Castiel looked highly worried, and something else that Dean couldn't place.

"Yeah man, just my dad he uh- well he doesn't deserve the best dad in the world mug" Dean was hesitant to tell his tutor this because, hell when had they been this close before.

Castiel walked a bit closer towards Dean and squinted his eyes at him. "You have such a low view of yourself, why?"

Dean raised his eyebrows at the notion and took a deep breath. "It just happens sometimes man, don't worry about me you have no need to."

"Dean."

Castiel placed a firm hand on his shoulder and Dean felt that warmth he felt in the car, and soon enough the memories of the night before flushed into his mind. Everything even how he called Cas and sounded like a girl when doing so.

Strangely so this was familiar and felt warm, not the warmth that he had felt in the car previously that had been way too much to bare, but it was like getting wrapped in a blanket on Christmas Eve.

Castiel felt this too, he was confused at first but he felt a surge of what only could be described as energy flow threw his finger tips sizzling Dean's skin. He pulled away frightened away from the feeling.

Dean eyes were bowling balls when Cas let go of his shoulder because Dean felt great, felt like he got the full 8 hours of sleep and his hangover was gone with out a trace. The pounding in his head slowed down until it just completely stopped, and the emptiness he felt in his body felt like it had been pumped with life.

What the fuck did Cas just do?

"Cas what the fuck?" Dean was scared; Castiel couldn't possibly be something other then human right.

"Dean what's the matter?"

"My hangover its completely gone, dude if you're not actually human I'm gonna have to talk to you, and by talk to you I mean more bodily harm."

Castiel shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"I-uh its been known to happen once or twice."

Dean sat up straighter and went closer to Cas.

"The voodoo shit?"

"Please just, it's just a coincidence."

"Cas."

Dean subconsciously reached out to touch Cas again, he just wanted to make sure he was human or what the fuck could of just happened. Castiel flinched at his touch and stood still as stone in his place afraid to move.

"I'm human Dean."

Dean sighed and stepped back into his personal space bubble and rubbed his forehead, no matter how his hangover left he was still left feeling foggy.

"Do you want me to drive you back to your car?"

Dean nodded and grabbed his coat that was now hanging off of his arm in a sloppy fashion. Castiel smoothed out the wrinkles in his large trench coat and pulled out car keys.

On the ride to the roadhouse, the silence was overwhelming. Dean wanted to desperately turn on the radio in Cas's overpriced car. Dean was still thinking about the damn touch, the one that seemed to have healed him. He knew it was impossible; he must just be still drunk that is the only possible solution.

They soon reach the roadhouse and as Dean thanks Castiel again for helping him and as he left the car he almost didn't hear Castiel say his name.

"Cas?"

Dean knew that Cas was awkward so it didn't help his 'avoid awkward moments at all cost' situation when Cas thoughtfully told him something that made me feel, something.

"You are not alone, you now have a friend." Castiel looked at him then closed the passenger door driving off.

Dean's Impala was still sitting in the parking lot of the Roadhouse he would probably have to apologize to Jo today, or tomorrow morning. Dean sighed as he sunk back in his leather car seats. Thinking over what Cas had said. It made him feel happy he guessed that he could have Cas as a friend. Sam had talked about him previously. Maybe he could show the guy a good movie. He took the car out of park and began to drive on the long road ahead of him. His dad wasn't home, Sammy wasn't mad and he gained a friend. It couldn't be all that bad.

Zachariah was late to the meeting he was forced to attend every month, good thing he was in charge of the entire thing otherwise he knew he would have been screwed.

He sits down on a white leather chair and looks at all his other brothers and sisters in front of him dressed nicely in suits.

"I am very glad to say, that they are almost ready."

Little murmurs where heard through out the crowd.

A man who looked like to be in his forties spoke up.

"Which ones sir?"

"Gabriel God's messenger. "

"What about the others sir?"

A women who looked fairly young asked Zachariah.

"Just Gabriel is almost ready, he is feeling different soon he will be able to fight and join with us as one."

Zachariah looked back at the crowd and smiled to himself. He was pleased that one of his own would be able to join them soon enough, he only needed to give the others a slight shove.