A/N: I know, I'm updating quick. I'd like to thank tricey03 for the suggestion; I think it's a very good way to go about it . And again, Randomslashtard and Kimisha. Enjoy.

Dean decided to let it drop for now but now he was determined to find out more about Castiel Novak tonight at dinner.

Dean got home after dropping Sam off at a friend's and told his Dad about his arrangements. John told him he'd text Mary and tell her and he was going round to help Bobby, a good friend of the family, with something at the scrap yard he owned, which gave Dean the house to himself.

He went upstairs to pick something to wear but gave up and decided to go get a shower first. When he got out he wrapped a towel round his waist and went back into his room to pick something out. He decided to wear a smart shirt but with dark jeans to make the outfit look slightly cooler and more casual. He got his dark jeans out and made a mental note to thank Mary for washing them the day before then realized a flaw in his idea.

He didn't own a smart shirt.

He silently cursed himself before going into Mary and John's room and going through his Dad's wardrobe, picking out a plain black button down shirt, which fit him perfectly.

Dean walked back into his room and glanced at his alarm clock.

4:30pm

In last lesson Dean and Castiel had been in the same class and were aloud to sit next to each other so, after finishing the assigned work, they arranged tonight. Castiel said that Balthazar had sent Gabriel a text and he'd offered to pick up Dean after work on the way home if someone sent him the address. Dean told Castiel his address and he hid his phone under the desk and faced his book so he could see his phone on his lap but it looked to the teacher that he was concentrating on his book.

This surprised Dean slightly as Castiel had struck Dean for the kind to stick to the rules and not disobey the teacher, even on something that small. He had held his phone under the desk while him and Dean waited for Gabriel's reply.

Castiel: "Dean's address is 205 Devil's Trap road xo

Gabriel: Kay, thnx C, tell Dean I'll cum get him about 7, that cool with him? xo

Castiel: He said yeah xo

Gabriel: Kay, now get on with your work. God! ;) xo

You're not wroking! xo

He didn't get one back.

So Dean still had two and a half hours left to wait. He decided to just lie on his bed and think about what could happen tonight. Eventually, without realizing it, he drifted off to sleep.

"Dean, I need to talk to you," Uriel said as he led Dean through his own house, which was currently the Novak's.

They got to the end of the hall and went up the stairs, to the room opposite what was Sam's and went into what was Dean's room in his own house. He ushered Dean in and found Castiel tied to his bed with Balthazar and Gabriel on his left while Raphael and Michael stood on his right.

"What's going on?" Dean asked, worried.

"Castiel's weird, we want you to fix him," Raphael explained before him and the others walked out, leaving Dean and Castiel alone. Dean rushed to the bed and untied him, removing the blue tie that was wrapped round his mouth.

"Cas, you okay? What did they mean fix you?" Dean asked as Castiel sat up.

Castiel didn't speak, just smiled slightly and leant forwards, kissing Dean softly before pulling away and staring straight into his eyes.

Dean didn't bother asking anything else, just leant forwards and kissed Castiel back, cupping the back of his head to pull him closer and tangling his fingers into his raven hair.

Dean moaned into the kiss as one of Castiel's hands moved to Dean's shoulder as the other moved to his waist. The taller bay sat on the edge of the bed next to Castiel and pulled him closer. He moved so he was against the headboard and dragged the blue-eyed boy so he was straddling him. His hands dropped to Dean's belt buckle and started fumbling with it with long slender, slightly clumsy, fingers causing Dean to gasp. He pulled away slightly so he could lift Castiel's loose t-shirt, only breaking the kiss as long as was strictly necessary and ran his hands down the pale skin of Castiel's flat stomach. He eventually got Dean's belt undone and Dean bucked his hips up so the other boy could pull the denim away from his boxers and thighs.

Dean's hands went to Castiel's belt to do the same as Castiel's fell to the waistband of his boxers and-

Knock Knock.

Dean shot up in bed and looked around before his eyes fell on the alarm clock. It read 7:02pm. He cursed quietly when he looked down and saw he had a problem. That's when he realized something he'd only had a suspicion of for the past three years.

"Holy crap, I'm gay," He muttered, slightly shocked.

He went downstairs and shouted through the door.

"Who is it?" Dean asked.

"Gabriel. Oh, Novak. Not that you probably know a lot of Gabriels but whatever,"

"Uh, yeah," Dean said, "Oh, the door's open, just go in the living room, I'll be down in a sec," and ran back upstairs. He heard the door open and close as he locked the bathroom door and took care of his problem.

He came back down ten minutes later, slightly flustered, and found Gabriel sat in the living room reading one of Sam's books, a slightly confused look on his face.

"Yeah, I get confused too. Don't feel bad," Dean said, making his presence known.

Gabriel jumped slightly and dropped the book back on the coffee table.

"Sorry, I got bored," Gabriel explained, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Don't sweat it. Ready to go?" Dean shrugged.

"Yeah sure, my- well, Michael's- car's outside," He got up and walked up to Dean.

Dean led the way to the door and let Gabriel out before following and locking up.

The sliver SUV from that morning was sat on the curb outside and Gabriel pressed a button to unlock it before climbing into the driver's side. Dean got in the passenger seat and glanced sideways at Gabriel as he clipped his seatbelt in and the older boy started up the engine.

He felt slightly guilty that he'd not only had a sexual dream about this guy's little brother but he'd also jacked off to the thought of it while the guy was downstairs waiting to take him to his home for a meal with the subject of his dream and his other brothers.

They talked about cars on the way since they both had a lot of knowledge about them and got into a heated debate about modern cars vs. classics. It may have turned violent if they hadn't arrived at the house when they did.

It was in the more expensive neighborhood and was a huge two-story house with white walls outside and a blue door. It had a porch wrapped round with one of them bench-swings just to the left of the door. Gabriel drove the SUV into a garage off to the right side and got out, leading Dean through a side door which opened straight into the kitchen where Michael was stood with a white apron with red poker dots on it in front of a huge pot, stirring, while Balthazar mocked him from his seat at the breakfast table in the center of the room, it looked just big enough for six or seven but had six chairs round it. Gabriel took a seat next to Balthazar. Dean stood awkwardly until Balthazar noticed his and Gabriel's arrival.

"Ah, Dean, good to see you again," He stood and held his hand out for Dean, who shook it and said, "Yeah, good to see you too. Um, where are the others?" Mainly Castiel.

"You mean Cassie?" Balthazar gave him a sly look, which made Dean a little uncomfortable, as if he knew what he'd done before getting in the car with Gabriel.

He's upstairs, very last door on the right," He pointed him to the living room and, when he went through, Dean saw a staircase in the corner.

He went up to the next floor and walked to across the deep red carpet to the end of the hall. The walls were a cream colour and had no photos or anything on the wall, which struck him as slightly odd. He shook that thought away and lifted his fist to knock on the door Balthazar had directed him to.

"Who is it?" He heard Castiel asked through the door.

"It's Dean," He heard a ruffle then a dull thud. "You okay?" He asked just as the door opened. Castiel stood there, in the same loose black t-shirt and dark denim jeans as he wore in Dean's dream, making the taller boy gulp quietly.

"I'm fine," He muttered, clearly embarrassed. Dean looked past him and saw the bed sheet were rumpled and half his comforter was on the floor, he concluded Castiel had been sat on his bed and tripped when he tried to get off.

"Um, you wanna…?" Castiel stepped to the side, indicating that Dean could come in if he wanted.

"Sure," He stepped past him into the room and let his eyes scan it while Castiel closed the door.

It was big. The walls were black, with white round the window on the left wall and a dark blue ceiling, with the queen sized bed in the middle facing the door with a silk black comforter and two deep red fluffy pillows. He had a big dark mahogany wardrobe against the right side of the room, a dark wooden bedside table and two bookcases, one on either side of the bed, stuffed with books, the same dark wood as the wardrobe. (Obviously there was a space for the bedside table in between the bookcase and bed and also an equal space on the other side, which was empty).

Dean wondered over to the bedside table and looked over the items on it. There was a book, facedown to keep the page, a dark blue alarm clock, a couple of sketching pencil and… a bottle of pills? He looked confused and picked them up turning the label to read what they were, or what they were for but Castiel hurried up and swiped them out of his hand before he could read anything but Antipsychotic Medication.

He had no idea what that meant.

"What're they for?" Dean asked as Castiel shoved the pills into a drawer on the bedside table. As he did, Dean saw a black leather sketch book.

"Just, nothing, I, um, broke my leg a few months ago, they're lefover painkillers,"

Dean wasn't convinced. He decided to question him after dinner as Castiel got a phone call off Gabriel telling him the food was ready.

"Why'd he call?" Dean asked, confused.

"Oh, I usually have music on so I don't hear them shout," Castiel shrugged, pocketing his phone and indicating to the door.

"What kind of music you into?"

"Black Veil Brides, Bring Me The Horizon, LeATHERMOUTH, Paramore, My Chemical Romance, 30 Seconds To Mars, Metallica, AC/DC, that sort of thing," He shrugged again as they reached the stairs. Dean stoppedand turned to him.

"You don't look like the type to listen to emo or mullet rock," He pointed out. Castiel just kept suprising him.

"Mullet rock?"

"Oh, that's what Sam calls it," Dean shrugged.

"Huh. And My Chemical Romance aren't emo, neither are Paramore really. Can't really argue with the others though. You like 'mullet rock' too?"

"Yep, my faovrite genre. Not too into the others though although I've never really heard of any of them. I heard about My Chemical Romance. Not the material though, just heard about them in the paper sometimes and what other people say about them. I heard someone call them a suicide cult once," He annoucned as they started down the stairs.

"They're not a suicide cult! Everyone always judges them by other people's opinions, which are probably formed by other people's opinion and so on. I hear a lot of people say they hate them but when I ask if they've ever heard anything they've ever done they say no. Judgmental douches. No offence," Castiel added the last bit hastily. Dean thought about that for a moment and realized it was kind of unfair since he'd never heard anything from most of the bands Castiel had mentioned but already assumed they were crap because of what he'd heard from other people and that genre altogether.

"So, how is Sam?" Castiel asked as they reached the bottom.

"He's good, staying at a friend's tonight. He got an A in a maths test he had today," Dean answered, pride filling his voice.

"That's great, tell him I said well done,"

Dean smiled. "Yeah, will do,"

They got into the kitchen as Michael was serving the food. In lesson, Castiel had asked Dean what his favorite meal was at a time when they hadn't spoken about tonight in a while so Dean hadn't thought too much of it but as he sat in between Casiel and Balthazar, Michael next to him then Uriel and Raphael then Gabriel on the other side of Castiel - Someone had gotten an extra chair while Dean was upsatirs – Michael had made Dean's favorite. Pickle chips with a slice of meat pie and vegitables. He looked up at Castiel, who kept his head down to hide the sly smile on his face. Dan smiled and picked up his knife and fork, commenting on how good it looked to Michael, who thanked him and told him to try it before he said anything good, making everyone around the table laugh.

After Dean took a bite he understood why. It was perfect. Clearly Michael was a great cook so the thought of it not being good was funny to the others, or maybe an ongoing joke.

They talked about school and they asked about Dean's family, which he told them about. Although, when Dean asked about their parents they all exchanged looks and Gabriel had offered everyone a drink and got up to but the kettle on before sitting back down next to Castiel while it boiled. When it was done he just continued eating while everyone stared at him expectantly.

Castiel eventually sighed and got up to do it. He handed out the drink before returning to his own food he'd eaten a considerable amount of but eventually stopped and pushed it away, claiming to be full. He sat back and drank his tea for the rest of the time it took everyone else to finish.

They talked about little things but didn't get back onto their family outside just the brothers. Or their lives before they moved to Kansas.

When they were done, Castiel asked Dean if he wanted to stay a while longer and they went back up to his room. When he closed the door Dean turned to Castiel and said, "Cas, I like you. You're really cool,"

Castiel looked down, "Thanks, you're cool too,"

Dean smiled. "I just wanted you to know that,"

"Okay…" Castiel watched him cautiously.

"So, are we friends?"

"What?" Castiel looked slightly shocked.

"Well, I really want to be your friend. Can we?" Dean smiled back.

"Sure," Castiel smiled fully for the first time Dean had seen.

"Can I ask you something Cas?"

"Um, sure,"

"What's Antipsychotic Medication?"

A/N: Review please please please. xo