A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I'm going to make this A/N short so you can just go straight to the story.

Oh but first I'd like to dedicate this chapter to someone who has reviewed every single chapter of this story and has been waiting for… something that will happen in this chapter since the start. Randomslashtard (did I ever tell you I love your name?) enjoy, hope this is what you've been waiting for. Xo

Either way, tonight, Dean was going to get answers.

"Mom! I'm going to pick up Cas!"

"Okay sweetie, drive safe!" Mary yelled in reply from the kitchen. Dean wasn't too sure what she was cooking but whatever it was it smelt good.

He got to the Novak house with five minutes to spare. After sitting in the car for a few minutes, debating whether it would be weird if he was early he thought screw it and got out. Dean knocked on the door and waited. Raphael answered.

"Hi Dean, come in," He smiled, opening the door wider and allowing Dean entrance to the house.

"Hey Raphael, thanks, is Cas ready?" He didn't want to seem rude, like he was rushing him but there was something about Raphael that made him feel slightly uncomfortable around him.

"Not sure, give me a second," He walked to the bottom of the stairs and shouted Castiel but when Dean went to join him, he could hear faint rock music coming from the landing meaning it must have been on really loud in Castiel's room. Raphael sighed and took out his phone. He pressed a few buttons then held it up to his ear and waited as the music stopped. Raphael started talking, so Castiel had stopped the music to take the call.

"Hi, Dean's here, turn the devil music off and come on," Raphael said into the phone before waiting for a reply.

"Okay, bye," He said and hung up.

There was a few seconds of silence. Raphael explained that Castiel was probably just putting his CD in its case and back in its rightful place in his stacks. Apparently Castiel was very particular with what order his CDs were in and making sure they stayed in that order.

They heard Castiel's door open and close as they wondered into the living room. Castiel came down wearing a black button up short sleeve shirt with black skinny jeans and his converse. He went up to Raphael to talk about something Dean didn't catch.

Instead of listening, Dean stared at Castiel, admiring the tight fitting if the shirt, how it showed his flat stomach and chest. He could tell Castiel wasn't muscled but he made scrawny look hot. He slowly let his eyes wonder down to the very tight jeans. They showed off the slightly feminine curve of Castiel's hips and defined his-

"Hi," Castiel interrupted Dean's thoughts, bringing his attention back to his face.

Castiel looked slightly uncomfortable, which made Dean realize he'd seen him staring; he mentally kicked himself for being so obvious.

"Hi, ready to go?" He tried to play it innocent so hopefully Castiel wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

"Sure," He said, turning to Raphael. "Tell Michael I'll be back before twelve,"

"Will do," The other boy answered before wondering over to the sofa. "Have fun!"

Castiel waved generally at him before grabbing a thin black leather jacket off one of the coat hangers by the door and leading the way out. Dean noticed Castiel had a black leather bracelet on his right wrist, tied tightly so that it was securely on with a little metal circle with a symbol on it in the center. He vaguely remembered seeing it on him in lesson too but he was wearing a long sleeved top so Dean had only caught a glimpse of it when he'd reached for the textbook the teacher had dropped on the desk slightly out of his reach.

"So, how's your day been?" Dean asked as they walked down the path to the curb. Castiel shrugged on the jacket.

"Fine, I- oh crap!" Castiel slapped his forehead with his palm in frustration before tugging slightly on the root of his hair.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked, worried.

"Um, nothing, I- one sec," He said before running back to the house and inside. Dean stood on the curb by his Impala baffled.

What just happened? He thought, contemplating what to do.

Just as he was about the go back up to the house to see what had happened, Castiel came running back out, slamming the door behind him.

When he got back over to Dean he was a little out of breath.

"Sorry, I forgot… something," He muttered while stuffing something into his pocket. It rattled slightly so Dean guessed it was the pills.

When they got back to Dean's house they were practically attacked by Mary.

"Hello, you must be Castiel, nice to meet you, I'm Mary. Castiel, that's an odd name, where's it from? What does it mean? I heard you just moved here, where did you like before? Do you prefer it here or there?" She asked, without taking a single breath, terrifying the boy.

Castiel looked like a deer caught in the headlights and stuttered trying to come up with an adequate response to any of Mary's questions.

"Mom," Dean said, getting the woman's attention. "Chill, don't attack the poor guy," He smiled, slinging his arm over Castiel's shoulder. He tensed slightly, which made Dean look at him in slight confusion. Luckily, Mary didn't notice and broke the awkwardness as she continued talking.

"Oh, sorry," She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, puckering her lips slightly as she blew out the gulp of air.

"Right, lets start again. Hi I'm Dean's mom, Mary," She announced and held her hand out to Castiel, who smiled and shook it.

"I'm Castiel. Nice to meet you Mrs. Winchester." He said politely.

"Did I say my name's Mrs. Winchester? Call me Mary," She smiled.

Castiel smiled back and apologized.

"No need to apologize. So, Where're you from Castiel?" She led him over to the dining room and sat him at the table, sitting opposite him as Dean sat to his right.

"New York," He answered, slightly uncomfortable with the amount of attention on him, clearly not used to it.

"Oh, what made you move, if you don't mind me asking," She asked cautiously. Then Dean realized what she was doing. She was trying to figure out why he didn't live with his parent. He watched, curious.

"Oh, just… Family issued,"

"Ah, Dean tells me you don't live with your parents, do you mind if I ask why not?"

Castiel gulped and looked at the table, played with a loose string on the hem of his shirt and cleared his throat before looking back up again although this time he didn't meet Mary's gaze. He turned to Dean then dropped his head again, concentrating on the two pieces of leather that tied his bracelet on and twirling them around his fingers.

"My mom… Died. And my dad… went away," He answered quietly, still staring at the bracelet.

"Oh sweetie my so sorry," Mary reached across and rubbed Castiel's arm. "Excuse me," She said as she went into the kitchen to check on dinner.

"Cas, listen, sorry about that. If I had known I would have told her not to bring it up. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, my mom died almost two years ago," He shrugged. He didn't mention his dad and Dean didn't want to bring it up.

Castiel looked up and smiled. "Really, I'm fine,"

Dean smiled back. "Come on, let's go up to my room until dinner's done,"

Castiel followed Dean upstairs and into his room. It was smaller than Castiel, he only had a single bed and there were clothes, magazines, food wrappers and schoolbooks all over the floor, bed, bedside table and desk. The bedside table had an alarm clock and lamp on and the desk had an open textbook Dean had planned on studying from but had abandoned as well as a bunch of others, a medium sized ball – the type you could just fit one hand round but not really small – an iPod dock with his iPod in and a pair of headphones to the side of it. There was also a denim jacket hanging off the back of the swivel desk chair.

"Sorry about the mess," Dean laughed, embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Castiel turned and smiled at him before walking over to the bed.

"It's fine," He moved the car magazines off it and out them on the bedside table, careful not to knock anything over before just knocking everything else off the bed onto the floor with the rest of the mess. Dean laughed. The smaller boy sat on the edge of the bed and Dean came over to join him, sitting beside him and leaning back on his hands.

Castiel smiled at him again and they sat in awkward silence for a moment before Dean spoke up, tucking one leg under him so he could turn to face Castiel properly.

"Okay, about the almost-kiss,"

Castiel nodded and turned to face him too, he sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Do you, um, regret it?" Dean asked carefully, slightly worried about the answer.

There was a moment of silence in which Dean was worried he wasn't going to answer then he heard "No," It was quiet so Dean had to strain to hear it.

"No?" He had to make sure.

"No, I don't regret it… Do you?"

"No!" Dean answered, maybe a little too quickly as Castiel jumped slightly.

"Um, okay," They sat in silence again. Castiel was looking at his lap while Dean was watching Castiel. The latter looked up and they locked gaze. Dean slowly leant forward and Castiel did the same. Just as they were about to kiss, they heard a knock at the door and Sam shout "Dinner!"

"God Damnit!" Dean cursed through gritted teeth as he stared daggers at the door. Castiel laughed and grabbed Dean's hand before jumping off the bed, dragging Dean with him. He pulled him to the door but before he opened it he turned round and looked up at Dean. Castiel only reached Dean's chest so he had to look up. He smiled again and stood on his tiptoes, lightly gripping the short hair on the back of Dean's head, just above his spine, and pressed his lips against the taller boy's. When he pulled back, Dean stared, mouth slightly open, eyes half lidded and he smiled a dopey smile. Castiel laughed and dropped back onto his heels before opening the door to head downstairs. Dean waited for a moment and brought a hand up to touch his lips. He smiled again and followed Castiel out.

Dinner went uneventfully. Mary had made chicken casserole and it was perfect as always. Dean had three plates full. John had two while Sam, Mary and Castiel all had one. After dinner, Dean told Mary him and Castiel were going upstairs. As they walked up, Dean thought frantically about where him and Castiel were with each other. Was the kiss just an experiment?

When they got upstairs Castiel went into the room first and Dean shut the door behind him and walked up to stand in front of the other boy.

Castiel looked up, a small smile on his lips, and that was all the confirmation Dean needed. He slipped his hands round Castiel's waist and stepped closer so their bodies were flush against each other.

Dean dipped his head down and captured Castiel lips in a slow kiss. To Dean's relief, he kissed back. They stayed like that for a few moments until Castiel started shifting his weight from one foot to the other, at which point, Dean pushed Castiel over to the bed, not breaking the kiss and only partly breaking the embrace to gently push Castiel's shoulder down. Castiel pulled away slightly so they could both get comfortable on the edge of the bed, turning towards each other. Dean had one hand on Castiel's waist and the other was gently cupping his face and playing with his black hair while Castiel rested one hand on Dean's shoulder and the other on his chest.

Dean leaned in again but this time he made it a little quicker, which, again, Castiel returned at the same pace. He edged closer to the smaller boy and flicked his tongue out against the other's lips, begging for entrance, which Castiel allowed. Dean slipped his tongue into Castiel mouth and moaned at the feeling.

The taller boy lightly pushed Castiel's shoulder, his other hand still resting on his hip, and Castiel understood, lying down against the pillows of the bed. Dean carefully positioned himself above him so that he was pinning him down gently but was careful not to crush him, one leg on either side of Castiel's waist. Dean wasn't sure how far Castiel wanted to go and he didn't want to make him uncomfortable or rush him so he kept one hand propping himself up next to Castiel's head and the other on the waistband of his jeans where they met his shirt, resisting the urge to push the shirt up, even a little.

Castiel moaned into the kiss and Dean felt himself getting hard. Since he was pressed so close to the other boy, Dean guessed he would probably feel it too so he lifted his own hips slightly so that he didn't freak Castiel out, not quite having the amount of will power needed to pull away completely.

Castiel bent his knee up, lightly brushing it against Dean's hard on, causing the latter to gasp and break the kiss, looking down at his crotch then back up to Castiel's slightly flushed face. He was smirking. Dean barked a laugh and attacked his mouth again. Castiel added pressure to Dean's crotch, making him moan into the kiss.

Dean didn't bother refraining for Castiel's comfort anymore, and pushed up the fabric of his shirt to run his slightly calloused fingers – from working at Bobby's scrap yard when he was short on cash – hands up Castiel's pale sides making his shiver slightly as Dean's hands were quite cold, he stiffened too but Dean assumed that was also because they were cold.

God, he's so skinny! Dean thought. When he reached the side of Castiel's chest he could make out the shape of his ribs with his fingers and Castiel lightly pushed his hand down.

He frowned slightly into the kiss but shrugged it off. They were both soon panting and Dean felt Castiel's hard on. He lowered his own body, trapping Castiel under him more, and they both gasped at their erections rubbed together through the tight restrictions of his jeans.

Dean was in a little pain from having his dick pressed hard against his jeans so he had a high amount of sympathy for Castiel, still wearing really skinny jeans whereas Dean's were fairly baggy. They kissed again and Dean slowly started rubbing against Castiel, pressing down harder.

He started off cautiously, prepared to stop if Castiel told him to, but slowly built up speed when the other boy didn't protest. They stopped kissing but Dean continued to grind down on Castiel, both of them gasping, trying to stay as quiet as possible, bearing in mind that Dean's family was a floor bellow them, but the couldn't help the occasional moan escape. Castiel bit down on his bottom lip hard to try suppress the noises as Dean gritted his teeth and pressed his lips together.

Both of Dean's hands had moved to either side of Castiel's head while Castiel's gripped Dean's shoulders, digging his short nails in through his thin shirt. They were both sweating, Dean lifted his shirt and Castiel helped him pull it over his head but when Dean gripped the hem of Castiel's shirt, he heard him squeak as he tried to pull away, gripping Dean's hands and truing to jerk them off the material. Dean held his hands up in surrender and kiss Castiel hungrily. The carried on rubbing against each other until they both came together. Dean collapsed on top of Castiel, both panting deeply.

"Well," Dean wheezed. "That was fun,"

A/N: R&R