AN: Hi sorry it took so long but I had a bunch of exams and I have another bunch of exams soon so don't expect speedy updates but I will try my best. Enjoy.

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

Castiel stared up at the ceiling, his mouth slightly open as he continues gasping for breath. He shot up suddenly announcing, "I have to go,"

Dean scrambled up and jumped in front of him, taking both his hands in his own.

"Wait, you can't go home like that," He reasoned, gesturing down at his damp jeans.

"C'mon," Dean dropped one of Castiel's hands and tugged the other, leading him towards Dean's drawers. He pulled open a draw with a bunch of pairs of bottoms such as pajama bottoms, jeans, shorts, sweat pants and khakis. He let go of Castiel's other hand and rummaged though them, coming up with an old pair of navy blue jeans that were too small for him, they were a little frayed at the ankles but other than that they were in good condition.

"Here, you can take these, the bathroom's at the end of the hall," Dean handed them over and smiled.

"Thanks," Castiel muttered before quickly leaving the room. Dean changed into some black sweatpants and sat on his bed to wait for Castiel. When the shorter boy came back, Dean shot up and stood in front of him in awkward silence. The jeans fit pretty well but they were a little big, making him look a lot younger. Dean took Castiel's skinny jeans and said he'd wash them for him, cutting him off before he could protest, saying it was fine.

"I um have to go," Castiel muttered, not meeting Dean's eyes.

"Okay, I'll drive you," Dean offered but when he reached for his jacket Castiel's voice stopped him.

"No, it's okay, I'll walk, I need some air anyway," Castiel shrugged.

"O-kay," Dean replied, "I'll walk you to the door,"

"It's okay, I remember the way out,"

Before Dean could protest, Castiel had rushed out of the room and he could hear him going downstairs. He heard Mary ask if he was leaving.

"Yeah, I have to get home, it was nice meeting you all, thanks for dinner,"

"You too, you're welcome anytime," He heard John say with what Dean could tell was a huge smile.

"Thanks, bye," Dean heard the door open as there was a chorus of 'bye's from Mary, John and Sam. Then it closed. Dean sat down on his bed, slightly confused, for about ten minutes.

He shrugged and laid back horizontally across his bed, his legs dangling off the side not pressed against the wall. He crossed his arms under his head. His elbow connected with cold material, Dean turned round and sat up, Castiel's leather jacket was at the bottom of his bed. Dean caught it just before it slipped off the edge and glanced at his alarm clock. Castiel would already be home by now so there was no point meeting him on the way, he decided he'd give him it at school tomorrow. He got up to go take it over to the desk and heard rattling, and then he remembered the pills. Dean contemplated driving down to the Novak's to give him them but decided if they were that crucial, Castiel would text him asking if he'd left them there. Plus it was late. Dean took the pills out of the jacket pocket and put them on his desk next to his books to he'd see them in the morning when he grabs his school stuff and wont forget them. He smiled at his own genius plan while hanging the jacket on the back of the chair, over his denim one.

It was 11:30pm so he shouted downstairs that he was going to bed and heard Mary say something about it being time for Sam to head off to then a distant groan and a "Thanks a lot Dean"

The older boy laughed and shouted back, "You're welcome, Bitch,"

"Jerk,"

Dean smiled and changed his t-shirt before slipping his necklace he got off Sam – when Sam was eight and Dean was twelve – off and hanging it on his headboard and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

"DEAN ROBERT WINCHESTER, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED NOW!" Mary yelled next to Dean's ear. Dean yelped and covered his ears before trying to pull the blankets over his head.

"Oh, I don't think so!" Mary announced, yanking the covers off and swatting him repeatedly in the chest and arms as Dean tried to protect himself.

"Ouch! Mom, stop! What the hell?" He asked groggily.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"No mom. What time is it?"

"8:40! School starts in twenty minutes! Get! Up!"

"What? Why did no one wake me up?"

"You're sixteen, we assumed you were old enough to do that yourself, why didn't you set your alarm?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, no use arguing about it and wasting more time! Get up!" She flailed her arms up to punctuate her point.

"Okay! Okay!"

Mary sighed and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Geez," Dean muttered, sitting up slowly and rubbing his face before realizing what Mary had said. Usually he wouldn't be that bothered about being late but he had double biology first with Castiel and he couldn't bring himself not to care about missing time with him, especially since in this class – like in Lit – they both sat at the back together only in Biology none of Dean's close friends were in that class. A few admirers but no one who was brave enough to start a conversation with him. He jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, a loose Black Sabbath shirt, his necklace and ran out the door and downstairs where his shoes were. He quickly kissed Mary on the cheek, waved to John, grabbed his keys and bag then ran outside, diving into his Impala. He threw his bag into the passenger seat and shoved the keys in the ignition – on the third attempt – and sped off to school. He had a nagging feeling he was forgetting something but pushed it to the back of his mind. If it was that important he'd remember.

He burst into Mr. Martin's lesson five minutes after the bell; he was in the middle of showing the class a graphic slideshow about diseased lungs. Dean cringed before taking his seat quietly. Mr. Martin was pretty cool so he chose to just have a word with Dean after class and carried on with the PowerPoint.

"Hi," Dean whispered to Castiel as he sat down. Castiel had his head on the desk and jumped when Dean spoke, indicating that he didn't notice Dean's arrival. He looked up and Dean was slightly taken aback. He looked pretty bad. His face was paler than usual, his eyes had dark circles round them, and looked like they were having trouble staying open and it looked like he'd bitten through his lip. Castiel tried to muster a smile but it looked kind of shaky.

"Hi," He said back, but it sounded more like he couldn't talk any louder, not so much that he was just being quiet because of the class.

"You okay? You look…" Dean asked, worried, he tried to think of a word to describe him without risking offending him. He went with, "Tired,"

Castiel breathed a laugh, "Didn't sleep much, I was kind of worried,"

"Worried about what?"

"If you'd talk to me today," He smiled again before his head shot round to stare at the blank wall behind him. Or the air in the two-foot gap between the back of his chair and the wall. Dean followed his gaze, puzzled.

"Um, Cas?" He whispered, looking back at his face he saw his eyes were shut tight and he was gasping slightly.

"Go away," He whispered.

"What?" Dean asked, surprised.

"Please, go away, please," He muttered again, his eyes still closed.

"What'd I do? Whatever it is I'm sorry," Dean tried to argue.

"Please, Please leave me alone," His voice broke slightly, showing he was close to tears.

"O- okay, I'm sorry, I-I'll go sit somewhere else…" Dean picked his bag up again and went to stand up whilst scanning the room for someone else he could tolerate sitting with for the next two hours. Before he could stand up, he felt Castiel's cold, slightly shaking, hand grip his arm, above his wrist.

"Wait," He whispered, seemingly slightly panicked.

"Yeah?" dean asked, leaning forward to hear him better.

"Where're you going?" Definitely on the verge of panicking.

"You just told me to go away…" Dean pointed out, confused.

"No! I-" He stoke a little louder this time and one of the people from the table in front of their's turned round to glare at them. Castiel mouthed 'sorry' and turned back to Dean.

"I didn't mean you,"

"Then… who did you mean?" Dean had sat down by now and scooted his stood closer so that he could hear him better.

Castiel looked down at his lap, taking his hand off Dean's arm.

"Doesn't matter," He whimpered a second later and clasped his hand over his right ear, the one furthest from Dean, wincing.

"What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing," Castiel muttered again, pulling his hand away and putting them palms down on the table in front of him, staring at them.

"Cas, tell me what's going on, does-" Then it hit him. He patted his pocket and remember what he'd forgotten that morning. "Does this have something to do with your pills? I did some research on Antipsychotic Medication, they're not just to stop people from going insane, they repress hallucinations,"

Castiel stared at him for a minute.

"I-"

"And I remember the first day I met you, you said you were weird, it's because of this right?"

Castiel looked down quickly but Dean saw the tears glisten in the light from the projector just in time.

He gasped and scooted his chair closer to Castiel's, wrapping his arms round him so that the smaller boy's head was resting on Dean's shoulder and Dean's head rested on his. Dean rubbed soothing circles on Castiel's back as he started shaking, trying to repress the sobs so that he didn't attract anyone else in the class' interest. Dean had never been so glad he sat at the back. He glanced round quickly to make sure no one was looking before placing a quick kiss on the top of his head, shushing him and trying his best to comfort him.

He looked up and saw the teacher looking at them for a split second before telling the rest of the class which page in the text books he wanted them to read through and waiting a few seconds before slowly wondering over to Dean and Castiel so as not to attract the rest of the class' attention. He knelt down next to Dean, who craned his neck to look at him.

"Dean, could you please take Castiel, here, outside for a few moments to calm down, I'll be out to speak to the two of you in a moment. Is that okay Castiel?" He lightly rested a hand of Castiel's other shoulder – the one Dean's head wasn't on – and Castiel nodded into Dean. Mr. Martin patted him on the shoulder and nodded to Dean with a sad smile before wondering off to see to the rest of the class. Dean snatched up his bag as well as Castiel's black backpack and let him out of the classroom, glaring a warning at one student who dared to stare at them. He quickly looked down at his paper, the hand holing his pen shaking slightly. Dean smiled in satisfaction.

When they got out of the door Dean dumped the bags on the floor and pulled Castiel into a proper hug, pulling their bodies flush against each other so Castiel's head was against his chest, stroking his hair with one hand and rubbing his lower back with the other.

"What's wrong?" He asked after Castiel had stopped shaking, his arms still snaked around Dean's middle and his hands still gripping the fabric at the back of his shirt.

"I-I didn't want you to find out," He whispered.

"Find out about what?"

"About the fact that I'm insane. The only reason I'm not in a mental institution is because Michael is a physiatrist so he persuaded the court he could handle me," He sounded angry with himself.

"What? Cas, you're not insane," Castiel pulled away and took a step back, glaring at him, dry tears staining his cheeks.

"Name one sane person who sees the fucking devil, who claims to be their brother!"

"You see the devil?" Dean was really worried about him. Seeing the devil has got to screw someone up big time.

"Well, he doesn't have horns and he isn't red but he said his name is Lucifer and he keeps doing really weird annoying shit to piss me off! And he said he was my brother but apparently my mom got him aborted because she sensed the evil in him. I asked Michael and he said it's bullshit. The only kids my mom had were Michael, Gabriel and me,"

"What about Balthazar, Raphael and Uriel?"

"Did you honestly think Raphael and Uriel were biologically my brother's? They're adopted. I don't know why, apparently my father went through a Christian stage and decided to drag two orphaned boys into the hell he called a life. This was before I was born so I don't know the specifics of it. And Balthazar is the product of my father and his secretary, a pretty twenty-something-year-old with blonde hair and blue eyes. Mom took him in because the secretary had to move back home to London because of 'family issues', which roughly translates to 'my father threatened her'; she was from London that's why Balthazar has a British accent. She gave birth, dumped him on my father and left for England. Mom is – was – an incredible woman so she welcomed him and raised him as equal as Michael and Gabriel, her only kids at the time. Then Raphael and Uriel joined the by this time very damaged family a few weeks later. Mom was four months pregnant with me at the time."

"When were Balthazar, Uriel and Raphael born? As in months?"

"Balthazar was born February 11th and Uriel and Raphael are twins, they were born March 25th,"

"Oh…"

There was an awkward silence where Dean wasn't sure what to say, Castiel had told him so much. By what he knows now, Dean can safely assume he wont like Castiel's dad. And the way he refers to him at 'his father' instead of dad shows they probably aren't close.

"So… Lucifer,"

"He's always there unless I take my meds but I can't fucking find them and I can't tell Michael I lost them, he'll flip!" He ran a hand through his hair and tugged at the roots in frustration, close to tears again. Dean stepped forward and enveloped him in a hug.

"Come on," He slipped an arm round his waist and picked up their bags with the other, leading him through the school and out the main doors into the students' parking lot.

"Where're we going, it's still school hours," Castiel asked, casting a worried glance back tot the school in case someone sees them but not trying to pull away.

"To calm you down," Dean replied as he opened the passenger door for Castiel, who after only a second's hesitation, slid in. Dean smiled and walked round to the driver's side, throwing the bags over his shoulder into the back.

When he got back to his house he was thankful that his mom worked they day shift at the Diner and his Dad went to help Bobby at his scrap yard. He took the bags and let Castiel upstairs and to his rooms, dumping the bags on the floor by the door.

"Well?" Dean asked when Castiel just stared at him.

"Michael is going to murder me, bring me back to life then murder me again," He said with a completely straight face. Dean sighed and told him to close his eyes. He obeyed with a sigh. After snatching up the bottle that was in clear sight on the desk he walked back to Castiel, holding it behind his back.

"Open your eyes," He instructed. He complied.

"How was that supposed to save my doomed life?"

Dean chuckled. "Kiss me and I'll show you," He leant down so his face was closer to Castiel's. The shorter boy rolled his eyes then rested his hands on Dean's shoulders before kissing him. Their lips lingered on each other's for a second before they slowly pulled apart but kept their bodies just inches apart. Dean took the pills from behind his back and held them in between their chests. Castiel's eyes went wide as he snatched them from Dean's hand, inspecting the bottle to make sure they were his. When he say 'Novak, Castiel' on the label he laughed and threw his arms around Dean's almost knocking him off his feet. Instead, Dean caught him and lifted him off the ground a little, clutching him close.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Castiel muttered into Dean's shoulder as he clutched the bottle tighter.

When they eventually separated, Castiel pressed his lips to Dean's again and they were soon making out, Castiel's feet still dangling about four inches from the floor, Dean holding him up effortlessly. Dean took him over to the bed and sat him down on it, reluctantly pulling apart and crouching down in front of him.

"Do you want to take the pills now? I mean, if you're still seeing… Lucifer," He finished awkwardly.

Castiel looked down and nodded.

"Okay," Dean got up and went downstairs before coming back with a glass of water and handing it to Castiel, sitting on the bed next to him with their thighs touching while he took two of the pills.

When he was done, Dean took the cup back and put it on his bedside table and kissed Castiel again. His mouth tasted slightly chalky at first but it went away pretty quick. He pushed his down again and moved down to kiss his neck, both their breathing had sped up drastically.

"Dean?" Castiel panted, gripping his short hair.

"Yeah?" He answered in between kisses.

"What are we?"

Dean stopped and moved up to look at Castiel's face.

"What do you mean?"

"Are we… like… together?"

Dean paused, thinking.

A/N: I didn't plan on leaving it like this it just sort of happened… sorry. x