A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Hope this chapter isn't too crummy, enjoy… hopefully.

"Can I ask you something Cas?"

"Um, sure,"

"What's Antipsychotic Medication?"

Castiel stared at him for a second in shock before dropping his head to look at the floor.

"Uhm, they're like vitamins, M-Michael's paranoid I'll go insane. We all have to take them," He laughed a little, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked back up at Dean. Dean watched him skeptically and opened his mouth to question him but before he could say anything, his phone rang.

Sammy.

"One sec," He held a finger up to Castiel, who nodded, thankful, before answering the phone.

"Hey, Sammy, what's up?"

"Dean!" Sam sounded relieved and slightly freaked, which made Dean worry instantly.

"Sam, what's wrong?"

Castiel looked up when he heard the worry in Dean's voice, looking slightly concerned.

"I- well, remember that party I was going to tonight at Jake's?"

"Party? I thought it was just a sleepover?"

"Well, it was a party!" Sam sounded aggravated to Dean dropped it.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I was supposed to be just me, Jess, Jake, Sarah, and Paul but these older boys found out and they came round but the first couple were friends of Jake's big brother so we let them in but then some others showed up who we didn't know and-" Dean heard something smash in the background and Sam yelp.

"Sam? You okay?" Dean started pacing around Castiel's room.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Anyway, so they all showed up and they brought booze and some other stuff that I'm pretty sure is drugs and now they're smashing up the house and me, Jess, Paul, Sarah, and Jake need help. I'm too scared to call mum and dad, please help!"

"Okay, okay Sam, calm down…" he looked back at Castiel, who still looked worried.

"Okay, is Jake the one who lives over on Ripon?"

"201, yeah,"

"Right, got it, I'll be over as quick as I can,"

"Please hurry!"

Dean hung up and glanced over at Castiel again before pressing speed dial 2 for his Dad and, after getting no answer, speed dial 3 for his mother. Again, no answer. Dean groaned and pocketed his phone.

"Is he okay?" Was the first thing Castiel said.

"Oh, some older kids crashed his friend's party with booze and drugs, I have to go pick him and his friends up,"

"How many of his friends?"

"Uhm, 5," Dean said, patting his pockets trying to locate his car keys.

"Didn't you come here in Michael's car with Gabriel?" Castiel asked, realizing what he was looking for. Dean stopped and realized he was right.

"Ah, crap!" He put his face into his palm while he considered just walking.

"One sec," Castiel said as he sat on his bed, pulling on a pair of black high-top converse from next to it.

"What?"

The shorter boy didn't reply, just finished tying his laces and got up.

"Come on," He said as he passed Dean.

Dean followed Castiel out of the room and shut the door behind him before catching up with Castiel. They walked down the stairs in silence, Dean trying to figure out what was going on.

Castiel walked into the kitchen and stood in front of a row of about five sets of keys all on separate hooks with the initials M, G, B, C, R and U, one of the letters above each set.

"Uriel, can I borrow your car!" Castiel shouted before picking up the set under the U.

"Sure!" He heard Uriel reply before Michael rushed into the kitchen.

"Wait, wait, wait. Where are you going? It's late," He asked looking at his little brother slightly worried.

"Dean's little brother's friend's party was crashed by a load of people with alcohol and drugs so I'm going with Dean to get them out since Gabriel brought him here," Castiel explained. Dean just realized what Castiel was doing and smiled at him although he was currently facing the oldest Novak.

Michael watched him for a few seconds, "Why can't his parents pick him up? No offence, I'm not trying to be a dick or anything it's just…" Michael directed the last bit at Dean and gestured his arms pointlessly to finish, clearly not sure how to end the sentence without offending Dean.

"It's fine, I totally understand but they're not answering," Dean looked back at him apologetically.

"Okay, well, if you can't go back to yours for any reason bring them back here," Michael smiled reassuringly back to Dean before turning back to Castiel, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning closer to him. "Drive safe, pick them up then get out, no drugs, stick to the speed limit, pay attention to the road, DON'T get distracted," Michael lectured him, pointing a finger at him.

"Yeah, yeah, you do realize you tell me this every time I drive, right?"

"Yeah, just making sure you don't forget. Text me if you're bringing them back, but not while driving!" Michael smiled and went back into the living room after Castiel nodded.

They went into a different garage on the other side of the house, which was big enough for four cars. In the one Gabriel had taken Dean through there had been two cars – Castiel explained who's all the cars were – The SUV (Michael's) and a stylish red four-seater convertible (Gabriel's). In this one there was a silver Peugeot 308 (Raphael's), a black Peugeot 5008 seven-seater (Uriel's) and a dark blue Nissan GT-R (Castiel's).

Castiel climbed – literally – into Uriel's seven-seater and Dean quickly jogged over to the passenger side. He told Castiel the address then, at the blank look he got off Castiel since they'd just moved there and he wouldn't know where anything is yet, gave him directions.

Jake's house wasn't as big as Castiel's, about the size of Dean's, average. When they pulled up outside the house the front door was wide open and there were people on the lawn throwing up and dancing with bottles of vodka, whiskey and anything else they could find in their hands. They got out and Castiel followed Dean through the door into the house, which looked even worse. Everything breakable was in pieces, there was stuff smeared on the walls Dean didn't even want to try and identify, people making out in every corner, people throwing up and there was even a small fight breaking out in the living room no one seemed to have any intention of stopping. If this wasn't his little brother's friend's house he may have found the guy who did it and high-five him. Instead he shouted Sammy a couple of times until he saw his little brother squeeze through a bunch of people with Jess, Jake, Paul and Sarah following.

"Dean!" Sam threw himself at his brother, who caught him and hugged him back. "Oh, Hi, Um, Castiel, right?" He said when he saw the other boy stood behind Dean, his eyes wondering round the scene. When Sam said his name it snapped him out of it and he turned to him, saying, "Yeah, hi Sam, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thanks,"

"Okay, let's go, Cas is giving us a lift," Dean informed them.

"Oh, is there enough space for all of us?" Sam glanced back at his friends, worried, as he didn't want to leave any of them behind.

"His brother, Uriel, has a seven-seater," Dean replied, pushing Sam towards the door, Castiel behind him and the others following him.

Sam looked a little confused but nodded. Every time they heard something smash, Jake winced. Dean did not envy this kid when his parents got home.

They got out of the house and Dean led the younger ones to Castiel's car and started walking round to the passenger door until he realized Castiel wasn't with them.

"Crap," Dean muttered as Sam looked round for the other boy, realizing he wasn't with them.

"Okay, I'm going to pull a 'Saving Private Novak' and get Cas, you guys wait here," Dean pointed to the fourteen year olds, receiving vigorous nods before heading back towards the house.

He walked past the people outside and back into the hall, he turned into the living room off to the right and looked around. Unfortunately, since Castiel was shorter than average, it was hard to spot him. He went through to the kitchen.

There were three girls sat on the island in the middle, their legs around three boys as they made out and, in the corner, there was a group of about eight people crowded around something. Or someone. Dean noticed that Meg and Crowley were in the group, at the front. He pushed his way past everyone else to get to the front.

Meg was stood on one side of Castiel while Crowley was on the other side. Before Dean said anything he decided to see what was going on, maybe Castiel had just became friends with them, it would make it easier for Dean to hang out with Castiel if he was friends with his friends.

"So, Castieel," Meg dragged his name out in her drunken state, "How you likin' Kansas?"

"It's okay," Castiel answered, clearly awkward.

"Where you from?" Crowley asked.

"New York,"

"Aww cool,"

"Hey, who do you think are better kissers? Kansas dwellers or New Yorkers?" Meg asked, winking at Crowley and Castiel.

"Maybe we should conduct an experiment," Crowley winked back, leaning closer to Castiel, who was looking increasingly uncomfortable.

"Hey, good idea. Castiel, why don't you and Crowley make out and then you can judge each other. I'll take on the winner," She winked again and swayed slightly.

"Yeah, come on Castiel," Crowley leant even closer so his chest was against Castiel's shoulder.

"Um, I-" Castiel stuttered.

"What the matter? You straight?"

"Yes, well, no, I, sort of,"

"Well are you or not?" Meg demanded. Dean decided it was time to step in.

"Hey guys," He smiled at Meg and Crowley.

"Hey Deano!" Meg cheered, throwing her arms in the air and spilling half her beer.

"Nice of you to come round Dean!" Crowley commented happily.

"Yeah, well, I'd love to stay but I got to get going. Cas?" He held his hand out to Castiel, who took it gratefully and let Dean pull him away from Meg and Crowley. The way their hands fit together made Dean feel strange, like they belonged like that. He'd never had that feeling holding someone's hand before.

"Oh but Dean!" Meg whiled, jumping up and down slightly like a two year old about to throw a tantrum. Dean ignored her and dragged Castiel out, through the living room, down the hall and back out the still-open door.

They got back to the car where Sam was pacing in front of it while Jess, Jake, Sarah and Paul all sat on the curb, Jake looking like he was about the hyperventilate. They stopped in front of them and Sam beamed when he saw Dean was okay and had gotten Castiel out. Dean looked at Castiel then, very reluctantly, let go of his hand so he could dig his keys out of his pocket. They drove back to the Winchester house and Castiel waited with Sam, Jake, Jess, Sarah and Paul in the car while Dean ran up to the door to see if anyone was home. The door was locked and all the lights were off. Mary's car wasn't in the drive where it usually was. Dean sighed and went back to the car.

"They're not in,"

"Okay," Castiel shrugged, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Dean looked over his shoulder at what he was sending.

Dean's parents aren't in. Him, his little brother and his friends are staying at ours, that okay? Xo He scrolled down his address book and clicked Michael.

Dean was about to say it wasn't necessary and that they'd find somewhere else since Castiel had done so much already but Castiel interpreted that and cut him off. "You can stay, it's fine," Smiling.

Dean was about to argue further before he realized they had nowhere else to go. Castiel's phone vibrated. Dean lent over to read it.

(1) Message from: Michael

Sure, how many so I know how many sleeping bags to get out xo

Castiel glanced behind him before replying,

Including Sam and Dean, six xo

(1) Message from: Michael

Umm, we only have four :/ xo

It's okay, we'll figure something out xo

Message from: Michael

Okay, start driving, see ya soon xo

Castiel slipped his phone back into his pocket and turned to the fourteen year olds in the back.

"Sam, did you tell them who I was?" Castiel asked.

"Oh, um, slipped my mind, sorry," Sam said, embarrassed.

"That's okay. Hi, I'm Castiel. Can any of you go home?"

"I told my parents I was at a sleepover, they would have gone to bed by now so the door'll be locked," Jess, who was sat behind Castiel's seat, next to Sam, answered, looking down.

Castiel nodded then looked at Paul sat on the other side of Sam.

"Same," He muttered.

Jake and Sarah were twins and couldn't go home because that's where the party was, their parents weren't supposed to be home until Saturday. It was Monday.

"Okay," Castiel shrugged and turned back round, starting up the car.

They got back to the house after Castiel explained that they were staying with him, Sam and Dean reassured the others that Castiel was safe.

"Wow!" Paul and Jake exclaimed as they got into the door.

"This place is huge!" Sarah yelled.

Jess stayed quiet and stood next to Sam in the doorway.

Castiel indicated for them to come in.

"Um, do we have to take our shoes off or anything?" Sam asked Castiel.

"No, it's fine, come on," He lead them into the huge living room which had a huge sofa in the shape of a horse shoe with three cushions down each side and five through the middle. Balthazar, Gabriel and Michael were sat in the middle of the five seats, Gabriel in the middle. Castiel introduced everyone before realizing it was past midnight and Michael sent everyone to bed, Gabriel whined like a child as he stomped up stairs. He got half way up then ran back down and gave Castiel a peck on the cheek before running off again. Castiel wiped the back of his hand across his face, a slightly disgusted look on his face.

They organized for Sam to stay on the couch while the others had the sleeping bags, which left Dean with nowhere. Castiel said Raphael had an air mattress in his room but he couldn't take it downstairs so Dean would have to sleep in his room with him. Castiel kept insisting Dean take the bed but Dean had already sat on the mattress Castiel had bought in and refused to move so Castiel just sighed and went to go get some blankets and pillows for him.

"Cas?" Dean said.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks,"

"For what?"

"Letting us stay here, being so nice to us,"

"It's okay,"

Dean was quiet for a second. "Sorry about Meg and Crowley, I'll talk to them tomorrow,"

"It's okay," Castiel repeated.

Dean waited for a few seconds before asking, "What did you mean when you said yes then no when Crowley asked if you were straight?"

"Oh. Um. I'm kind of undecided,"

"Ever slept with a girl?"

"Yes,"

"Ever slept with a guy?"

"Not… slept with, but we did… other stuff,"

"Okay, sorry to pry," Dean apologized, thinking over what Castiel had just said.

"It's okay," Is that his catchphrase or something? Dean thought before shaking his head.

"Night, night, Cas," Dean said as he turned to face away from the other boy.

"Goodnight Dean," Castiel said, turning to face away too.

A/N: Hope you liked it, next chapter we'll find out a little about Antipsychotic medication. I'm no pharmacist so I apologize in advance for any major mistakes. Review!