A/N: Well, this sucks, my dad accidentally wiped the hard drive so I lost all my fanfics as well as my very important school work that should have been handed in already so I've had to prioritize and get school stuff out of the way, hence why it's taken so long to update but I promise I will update a lot more since I have 2 weeks off for Easter.

Again, I apologize for any mistakes, I did a little research but couldn't really find much, feel free to correct me if any bits are wrong. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and are keeping up with it and, again, sorry for the long wait.

Anyway, enough babbling, enjoy!

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

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

Dean slowly opened his eyes and glanced around the dark room, wondering where he was. He assumed he spent the night with some girl but after feeling around the air mattress and realizing it was empty he took another minute to remember the previous night.

He remembered everything and looked up to see Castiel sleeping in the bed above him. He turned to face the other boy and propped his head up on his hand, his elbow resting on the mattress. Castiel was on his back with his head turned to face Dean.

Dean couldn't help noticing how perfect the shorter boy looked, even unconscious. He didn't know how long he stayed like that, just watching him. He was thinking about the dream he had the night before. He tried to concentrate on the bit before Castiel kissed him, when Raphael had said he was weird and he wanted Dean to 'fix him'. He then, accidentally, started thinking about the kiss. He'd never had a dream about kissing a girl that vividly before. Sure, he'd had sex dreams about girls before; he is a boy after all, but he never really got a feeling as good as he did when he imagined kissing Castiel, and the rest of the dream before it was cut short was better than he'd had of a girl in a long time.

His left hand, the one he wasn't using to prop his head up slowly started to stray to his crotch. Before getting into bed, Uriel had lent Dean a pair of sweatpants and a gray t-shirt to sleep in so they were pretty loose.

He was just contemplating whether he could get away with putting his hand down them when a noise escaped Castiel's slightly parted lips. It sounded like a whimper.

Dean moved his hand away quickly and sat up.

Castiel's breathing sped up and he turned his head away from Dean quickly. Dean stood up and walked over quietly. He heard more whimpers coming from Castiel until they turned into quiet sobs. Dean was shocked to see tears rolling down the boy's cheeks. He debated whether or not to wake him up; worried he'll scare him more. In between the sobs Dean heard Castiel trying to say something.

Dean picked up something that sounded like Lu and please. He waited another minute to see if Castiel would just relax himself so Dean wouldn't have to explain why he was awake already. He glanced at Castiel's alarm clock, noticing it was just after four in the morning. It was officially a Saturday now so they didn't have school.

"Go away. Please, Lu" Castiel muttered, his breathing still very rushed. Dean decided to just get it over with and wake him up, he couldn't stand seeing the boy in such distress.

"Cas, Cas, wake up," Dean whispered before leaning over to lightly shake his shoulder. When his hand contacted him, Castiel bolted upright, eyes wide, breathing rapidly.

"Cas?" Dean prompted, worried. He reached out to touch Castiel's shoulder. The black haired boy recoiled from his touch with another whimper. Dean really wanted to hug him and wipe his tears away but restrained himself.

"Cas, it's okay, it's me, Dean," Castiel turned to look at him and stared for a moment until recognition dawned on him. He visible relaxed and wiped his and across his face, brushing the tears away.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Castiel asked after he got his breathing more or less under control.

"No, I was already awake, you okay?"

"I'm fine, thanks for waking me up Dean,"

"No problem, nightmare?"

"Yeah," Castiel let out a hollow laugh, brushing his hair out of his face, he was clearly embarrassed.

"You get them a lot?" Dean sat on the edge of Castiel's bed.

"More often than I'd like," Castiel muttered, looking down at his bed sheets.

"Want to talk about it? Whenever Sammy has nightmares he always feels better after talking about it to me," He offered with a smile.

"It's okay, I'll get over it," Castiel waved it off before adding, "Thanks for offering though,"

"No problem," Dean repeated. They sat in awkward silence for a minute before Dean broke it. "I'm going to go back to bed… let me know if you want to talk,"

"Okay, thanks,"

Castiel turned round and closed his eyes but didn't sleep the rest of the night; he just laid there until morning. Dean did the exact same thing; he couldn't stop thinking about what Castiel said during his nightmare.

The next morning, Raphael came into Castiel's room quietly holding a glass of water and stepped over Dean, who he thought was sleeping. Dean listened as Raphael quietly shook Castiel awake and whispered, he strained to hear what was said but he was pretty sure he said something along the lines of "time for your meds,"

Raphael carefully stepped over Dean again, without the glass this time, and quietly closed the door behind him, Dean heard Castiel rummaging in his bedside table before hearing a faint pop, like popping a lid off. He heard the sound of little hard things rolling against plastic and Castiel drink from the glass before dropping the thing back into the drawer, sliding it shut quietly and placing the glass on the table. Dean guess that he had taken the pills he saw yesterday, the Antipsychotic Medication. He decided now would be a good time to pretend to wake up. He turned onto his back and stretched, yawning, before looking over to Castiel, who glanced up when he heard him move.

"Morning," Dean said, groggily.

"Morning. Hope the air mattress wasn't too uncomfortable,"

"Nah, 'was fine. I once slept in a closet just because it was a dare," Dean laughed at the memory of Sam sniggering as Dean stepped into the closet before locking him it. Dean knew he was going to lock it but he pretended to be shocked anyway, Sam was only 12 – Dean was 15 – so he decided to let him believe he'd tricked him for once. Sam had then conveniently forgotten about him until John unlocked it in the morning to find a sleeping Dean with his head on a pile of coats he'd pulled off the hangers.

"Huh," Castiel laughed. "So, lets go downstairs, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Um, anything as long as it's edible and unhealthy," Dean smirked at Castiel, who smiled back and lead the way downstairs. Dean couldn't held but notice how good Castiel's ass looked in his black sweatpants. He shook his head when they reached the bottom.

Dude, control yourself! He mentally scolded himself.

They went into the kitchen and found Gabriel and Balthazar sat next to each other at the table, Gabriel had his head on the table and his arms splayed out in front if him while Balthazar was leaning back with a cup of coffee in his hands, held close to his chest. They both looked miserable.

"What's with them?" Dean whispered close to Castiel's ear, who was busy getting two mugs out of the top cupboard. Dean thought he saw Castiel shiver slightly and swallow but chose to ignore it rather than get his hoped up.

Castiel glanced behind him at his brothers before turning back to the cups, flicking the kettle on.

"Let's just say they're not morning people," He turned back and smiled fondly at them. Balthazar seemed to have just realized they're there.

"Morning Cassie, Dean," He tried to smile warmly at them but ended up looking like he was high.

"Morning Balthazar," Dean nodded and smiled back.

"Don't call me that," Castiel muttered before speaking louder, saying, "Morning Gabriel," which earned a groan from the boy. Castiel smiled again. Balthazar leant forward and ruffled Gabriel's hair, who just swiped at his hand half-heartedly.

They went into the living room to wake up the kids and sat down to have breakfast. Sam, Jess, Jake, Sarah, Paul, Dean and Castiel all sat round the table and ate pancakes Castiel made, which were extremely good. Balthazar retreated back to his room, making some excuse about homework and dragging Gabriel with him, saying he needed his help, who was semi-conscious. It was lucky Gabriel was shorter than Balthazar or he would have never gotten him upstairs.

When they were finished, Jess and Paul's parents came to pick them up; Jake and Sarah were staying with Dean and Sam for a while until they got the courage to go back to their house and face the mess. Castiel offered to drive them but Dean insisted he'd done enough and it'd do them good to walk since it was a nice enough day. Dean quickly changed back into the clothes he was wearing the night before and put Uriel's clothes in the hamper.

Sam walked up to Castiel as he pulled on his jacket.

"Thanks Castiel. For letting us stay and coming to get us and for breakfast and-" Castiel cut him off.

"Sam, it's okay, you're welcome," He smiled; Sam was about the same height as him since he'd been through a growth spurt quite recently.

"Well, thanks," He smiled again before joining Sarah and Jake at the door.

Dean walked up to Castiel and was about to say something until he realized the others were watching.

"Guys, wait for me outside, okay?"

They shrugged and walked out, Jake and Sarah shouting a quick thanks to Castiel as they left. Castiel smiled and waved to them.

"So, um," Dean started awkwardly.

"Dean," Castiel cut in.

"Yeah?"

"It's okay, you don't have to thank me again,"

"Okay, one last time, then I wont mention it again, deal?"

Castiel sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine,"

"Thank you, really," Dean said sincerely, unconsciously taking a step forward.

"Again, you're welcome," Castiel smiled.

Ask him out! Dean's head screamed at him. Now! Do it now!

"Cas, would you…"

"What?" Castiel asked patiently.

"Um, can I…" Take you out somewhere?

"Can you…"

"Would you mind if…" we met up sometime this weekend? Or next?

"Dean, what?"

"Can I…" Take you out somewhere? "Have your mobile number?" Coward!

"Um sure," Castiel dug his phone out of his pocket and took Dean's from him. He typed his number into Dean's phone then called it so that he would have Dean's. He typed something else the locked it.

"There," He smiled and handed the phone back.

"Thanks," Dean smiled back.

"So, um, I'll text you,"

"Okay,"

Dan hesitated, "Bye,"

"Bye," Castiel walked Dean to the door and waved him and the others off.

When he got home, John and Mary still weren't home.

He left the kids in the living room and went upstairs into his room where his laptop was. He pulled it out of its case and booted it up. When it loaded and he put his password in he was greeted by a picture of Mary holding a baby Sam, John was stood next to her holding four-year-old Dean, who was smiling with his arms round his father's neck. Dean smiled before opening up the Internet and typing in Google.

He did a web search for Antipsychotic Medication. He wasn't really sure exactly what he was looking for so he just looked at the first link.

Easy to understand and user-friendly information on Antipsychotic medication. Seemed good enough.

He skimmed quickly through the first page before finding this:

What can they help with?

The experience of hearing voices (hallucinations).

Ideas that distress you and don't seem to be based in reality (delusions).

Difficulty in thinking clearly (thought disorder).

The extreme mood swings of manic depression/bipolar disorder.

Dean's brow furrowed. Hallucinations? Delusions? What?

He scrolled down and looked at side effects.

Side-effects

Sleepiness and slowness

Interference with your sex life

Increased chance of developing diabetes.

In high doses, some have the same Parkinsonian side-effects as the older medications.

Wow. He searched a few other websites before Sam came up saying him, Paul and Sarah were going back to theirs and Dean offered to drive them.

He got back after dropping them off and got his phone out, debating whether it text Castiel or if it was too soon and would come across as needy.

Screw it!

He unlocked his iPhone and scrolled down his address book until he found Cas. Not Castiel, Cas. He smiled before opening New Message.

Dean debated whether to send kisses but decided against it. He settled for a smiley face.

Dean: Hey Cas :)

16:29

He was prepared to wait for a while so was surprised when he got one back just two minutes later.

Cas: Hi Dean :)

16:31

Dean debated what to say next.

Dean: So how r u?

16:32

Cas: Fine, you?

16:32

Dean: Fine, wuu2?

16:32

Cas: Listening to music in my room, Gabe, Balth, Uriel, Raphael and Michael went out, you?

16:33

Dean noticed how Castiel spelled everything properly and didn't use text talk so decided to be more careful with his spelling.

Dean: Cool, why didn't you go with them? I'm bored, watching TV.

16:33

Okay that was a lie but he wasn't going to say he was just waiting for his replies, was he?

Cas: They're going to some football game, doesn't interest me… um if you're bored, do you want to come over?

16:34

Dean smiled.

Dean: Miss me already? *Sigh* I suppose if you really want…

16:34

Cas: Oh yeah, 'cause you're so cool, I just can't stand being away from you for too long

16:34

Dean could practically feel the sarcasm. He laughed before replying.

Dean: Yeah, yeah, I'll be round in ten

16:35

Cas: You remember how to get here? I can come get you if you want…

16:35

Dean: it's OK, I remember, cya soon. X

16:35

Crap. He didn't mean to send the kiss. Shit, now Castiel's going to be freaked out and not want to talk to him anymore and-

Buzz buzz

Cas: Okay, cya x

16:36

Dean smiled. That went better than expected. He quickly changed into a dark blue t-shirt with a blue flannel shirt and faded blue jeans, pulled on his sneakers and grabbed his car keys.

When he arrived he sat in the car for a minute, debating what he wanted to do. He remembered Castiel say he was 'undecided'. Maybe he could help him decide…. Cut it out!

Okay, he did really like him but he wasn't going to jump him! Or at least, he'd try not to…

He shook his head and got out of the car. After knocking on the door he waited for a minute. No reply. He knocked again, a little louder and heard something that sounded like someone falling over before the sound of someone coming down stairs. Castiel swung the door open and smiled at Dean before moving to let him in. Dean took in his appearance. His hair was messier than before, his cheeks were slightly red and his breathing was coming out faster than usual. Also, his clothes – a dark red long sleeved top with black skinny jeans – were messy and wrinkled. Dean wondered what he was doing then smirked at him, causing Castiel to look down and blush.

"So, what were you doing before I got here?" Dean asked nudging his shoulder.

"Moving the air mattress back into Uriel's room…" Castiel stuttered out.

"Yeah, sure. So, what do you want to do?" Dean asked, he figured he'd cut Castiel some slack and change the subject.

"Um, want to watch TV?" Castiel suggested.

"Sure," Dean started walking over to the living room but Castiel stopped him.

"Actually, I thought we could watch it in my room. The others will be back soon and I figured if we just go in my room we wont have to talk to them when they get back, also we could watch a movie. The DVD player's in my room and I can't be bothered to unplug it and bring it down. If you want…" He finished awkwardly.

Dean smiled, "Sure,"

When they got up Dean noticed a flat screen TV mounted on the wall opposite Castiel's bed. How did I not notice that yesterday?

"What movies have you got?" Dean asked plopping down on the bed. There was a cabinet under it with DVDs down one side and CDs down the other.

"Mostly horrors, some action, no chick-flicks,"

Dean laughed, "What horrors you got?"

"Nightmare on Elm Street – all of them – Friday 13th, Freddie vs. Jason, House of Wax, Devour, Resident Evil, The Grudge 1,2&3, Final Destination 1 to the newest, 28 Days Later, 28 Weeks Later, Dawn Of The Dead, The Crazies, Dusk Till Dawn, Saw 1 to the newest or Misery. Gabriel borrowed a couple so that's all I've got,"

"Wow, that's a hell of a collection," Dean complimented.

"Oh, I also have Drag Me To Hell somewhere,"

Dean stared in surprise.

"So, which one?" Castiel asked.

"Um, House of Wax? I love seeing Paris Hilton get a spike through her head,"

"Huh," Castiel nodded, turning back to the DVDs and getting House of Wax.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Castiel muttered slipping the disc in and picking up the remote. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Dean.

"What? You like Paris Hilton or something?"

"No, it's just, most people like Paris Hilton in this film for… other bits,"

"Oh, the scene where she strips?" Dean remembered that bit, all his friends were practically jacking off to it and he felt nothing, that was the first time he'd suspected anything.

"Yeah," Castiel laughed nervously.

"Well…" Oh just say it, don't be a pussy! "I'm… erm… I'm gay," Well, that was easier than anticipated.

Castiel watched him for a few seconds before nodding and turning back to the TV, pressing play. They both settled back against the headboard to watch the movie, somewhere near the beginning they had gotten subconsciously closer, their shoulders touching.

At the end of the movie, when the end credits came up, Castiel smiled and started singing along to the song playing over it.

"You watched this that many times?" Dean laughed.

"No, I just love this song, what do you think of it?"

Dean listened for a seconds, watching Castiel mouth the words.

"Yeah, it's pretty good, the chick's got a good voice,"

Castiel laughed at that, "It's a guy,"

"Oh, well he's got a good voice. Who is it?"

"My Chemical Romance, the song's called Helena. It was written for the lead singer and the bassist – Gerard Way and Mikey Way's – grandmother, Elena, she died and they were really close to her so it was a very sad time for them," Castiel rambled. Dean had never heard him speak that fast.

"Oh right, then I apologize for judging them, they're pretty good,"

"Damn straight," Castiel smiled.

They talked for a while about the movie, then other movies they liked. Turns out they both share a love for horrors and a hatred for chick-flicks.

They moved closer until they were kneeling, facing each other.

They stopped talking when they both realized how close they were to each other. Castiel smiled awkwardly. Dean moved closer until their lips were just millimeters apart. Their eyes slowly slip shut and Dean tilted his head slightly to the side. Then, downstairs, they heard the door open very loudly. They both jumped apart like shrapnel. Dean could hear Gabriel and Michael arguing about whether the penalty should have been given or not.

Dean and Castiel both stared at their hands, eyes wide, mouths slightly open.

Castiel looked up then quickly back down again. Dean cleared his throat and was about to say something when his phone rang.

Dad.

He sighed before answering it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dean, would you mind coming home please, your mother and I have to talk to you,"

"What about?"

"Just about… something. We'll explain when you get here,"

"Fine," Dean sighed, said goodbye and hung up.

"I have to go, my parents want to talk to me about something,"

"O-okay," Castiel stuttered, still not looking up.

"Cas, I'm sorry," Dean started to apologize but Castiel cut him off.

"No, it's okay, it was as much my fault as yours,"

"Um, are we cool?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are we still friends?"

"Um, yeah, sure, if you still want to be,"

"Yeah I do," Dean assured.

"Okay, then yes,"

"Okay, I'll um, text you later,"

"'Kay, bye,"

"Bye," Dean got up and stepped out of the room, he glanced at Castiel just as he was about to close the door. He was still staring at the covers but he was also biting his bottom lip. Just as it clicked shut, he saw Castiel's hand come up to cover his mouth. Dean sighed and leant against the door.

He really hoped him and Castiel could stay friends.

A/N: This is a lot longer than usual but let me know what you think. xo