A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in so long, been busy. Anyway, enjoy.

"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.

He was still hovering a few inches from Castiel's face, his hands on either side of Castiel, holding him up so he didn't crush the smaller boy underneath him.

"Well… I hadn't really though of it. I mean, I'm sort of used to doing this kind of stuff with chicks and it just being a fling sort of thing, you know? But I've never done it with a dude before and it sort of feels different than when I'd done it with chicks. I don't really… want it to just be a one-time thing. I want to do it a lot." The sudden realization hit Dean. He was telling the truth, he didn't want to move on from this. He looked down at Castiel, who looked a mixture of confused and anxious, still waiting for an answer.

Dean looked into his eyes before answering.

"I want to be with you," He smiled when Castiel's face lit up, leaning down to capture his lips again.

Castiel pushed him away gently.

"Wait, even after you know about my… problem?"

"Yeah, everyone's got something, right? I can handle this," He smiled reassuringly down at him. He was telling the truth. He felt a strange urge to stay by Castiel's side (literally and figuratively) even with the weird hallucinations and fucked up home life.

Dean leant down and started kissing and sucking Castiel's neck.

"But…" Castiel gasped, momentarily forgetting what he was going to say as Dean reached his jugular. "But… what about your friends?"

"What about them?"

"What will they think about this, I'm pretty sure they don't like me,"

Dean pulled back and smirked down at him. "They're not going to find out,"

He went to go back to kissing Castiel's neck but Castiel pushed his shoulders, stopping him.

"You mean, like, keeping this a secret?"

"Yeah," Dean smiled and leant in again. Again, Castiel stopped him.

"Wait, I… I don't…" Castiel wasn't quite sure what to say.

"What? It'll be fun, like in a movie,"

"N-No," Castiel pushed him off him, grabbing his bag and taking extra time to make sure he had his pills this time.

"No? What do you mean no?" Dean sat on the bed watching him, confused. No one had ever said no to him before.

"No, I'm not being with you in secret," Castiel grabbed the door handle to leave but Dean sprung up and grabbed his other arm.

"Why? It'll be romantic," Dean inwardly cringed at the word but hoped Castiel was the kind of person who'd fold at the idea of romance. Unfortunately, he wasn't. He clicked the handle down and slung his bag over his shoulder before speaking.

"No it wont, it'll be degrading and ridiculous. If you don't like me enough to tell your friends about us then it's obviously not worth it," With that, the shorter boy retched his arm from the other teens grip and pulled the door open wider, quickly making his way downstairs and slamming the front door. Dean stared after him before sighing and getting his phone out. (A/N: Bold, italic and underlined are the messages Dean sends and just underlined and italics are Castiel's)

Cas im sorry plz cum bak x

He stared at his phone, hoping for, but not, expecting a reply. He jumped slightly when it vibrated.

Learn to spell

Dean rolled his eyes and tried again.

Cas im sorry please come back x

Sitting on the bed, he ran his hand across his face, wondering how to fix this. He couldn't tell his friends about him and Castiel. They weren't homophobic with Crowley but Dean had a feeling it would be different with him as he was the leader of the gang. And even if they did get over him being gay, they definitely wouldn't approve of him being with Castiel. Dean obviously really cared about him but the others wouldn't be able to see what he saw in the strange little new kid. His phone vibrated in his palm, signifying a new message.

No.

Dean sighed and gave up. It'd be easier to just talk to him in person tomorrow at school.

The next day, Dean drove Sam to school in the Impala and parked next to Ruby's red sports car. He scanned the parking lot for any of the Novaks' cars before seeing Castiel's dark blue Nissan but Castiel wasn't near it. He shrugged and started walking towards the building when Balthazar appeared seemingly from thin air beside him, making him jump and come to an abrupt stop, clutching his chest.

"Jesus Christ!" He exhaled after getting over the initial shock.

"No, I'm Balthazar," He smirked before his face turned serious. "Listen, did something happen between you and Cassie?" He asked, facing him.

Dean cleared his throat nervously. "No, why?"

"When I got home yesterday he had locked himself in his room playing loud music. Not an especially odd occurrence but the music was quite a considerable decibel louder than usual and more… angry. We knew what that meant right away, he always does that when he's upset. It's his way of sort of blocking out the world. And he refused to talk about whatever it was that had upset him and when I mentioned your name to ask if it was about you he went quiet for a moment then the music got louder… not that I thought that was possible at the time but anyway. Michael is extremely worried too; even Gabriel was hovering close by when we were trying to coax him out, and it takes a lot to make Gabriel show any sign of concern. Not that he doesn't care it's just he has his own… unique way of showing it. And Castiel he wouldn't even come out to eat. Any ideas?"

Dean was taken aback. He'd really upset him that much? And, wow, Balthazar could talk a hell of a lot when he was worried.

"Um, no sorry, no idea. Let me know if you find out though,"

Balthazar sighed, "Will do, Dean. Bye,"

"Bye,"

Balthazar walked off to talk to Kim and Becky and Dean continued to the school building, now worried about Castiel. He had double geography first so no Castiel. Uriel kept shooting him suspicious looks through lesson and didn't bother humoring Dean in his fruitless attempt at small talk.

At break he saw Castiel for the first time that day. He was wearing his usual skinny black jeans and a black t-shirt with "Drop" written across the top and "Dead!" across the bottom and a skull with a dagger through the top in the middle with blood dripping from it. He was holding the strap to his bag in one fist and had a thick leather cuff wristband on one wrist and his leather bracelet on the other. His black hair was messier than usual. Dean eventually pried his eyes away from Castiel himself and saw who he was stood with. Chuck Shirley. He was a geek in him art class who wrote little storied about ghosts and demons in his notebook he carried around all the time. Why the hell was he hanging out with that looser?

Dean walked over and grabbed Castiel's arm. The smaller boy spun round and glared at Dean, shaking him off when he tried to drag him away to talk in private. Chuck visibly shrunk back from Dean.

"Hey Cas, why are you hanging out with Chuck?" He practically snarled the word. Chuck took a step back, looking down.

"Because, Dean, Chuck is a nice person and he doesn't mind being seen with me and I have a lot in common with him," He snarled Dean's name back at him.

"He's a weirdo!" Dean protested.

"No he's not! Have you ever actually had a conversation with him? Or spent more than five minutes with him that wasn't the result of a seating plan or art project?" He shot back in Chuck's defense. Chuck must have told him he was in his art class. Dean saw Chuck watching the back of Castiel's head; wide-eyed, probably shocked anyone had stuck up for him.

"Well, I don't need to talk to him to know he's a freak," Dean crossed his arms. If it was anyone else he wouldn't be taking this shit and would have punched the boy already but he didn't want to hurt Castiel.

"I'm sure that's what your friends thought about me,"

Dean stopped then. Castiel was right. They'd all judged Castiel on their first impression of him and he thought that was wrong yet he was doing the exact same thing with Chuck… but his friends were wrong about Castiel. Chuck was just a creep.

Castiel turned back to Chuck and lead him away from Dean by his wrist. The taller boy watched them go as they walked over to a table on the other side of the cafeteria.

They sat next to each other and Chuck instantly threw his arms around Castiel, who tensed slightly before hugging him back. They pulled back and exchanged a few words and a few laughed before Chuck nodded at something Castiel asked and dug into his bag, bringing out his notebook with his stories in and handing it over to Castiel who took it eagerly and instantly opened it up, bending over it to read what was most definitely, from what Dean had seen, very scruffy handwriting.

He couldn't remember Chuck ever letting anyone read his stories, he always freaked if anyone tried to read over his shoulder.

Dean was about to go over but Meg called Dean over and, after sparing one last glance at the two boys, he went to join his friends.

A/N: Wow I didn't mean to make Dean out to be such a douche but I've already started writing what's going to happen next. If you didn't like Dean in this one you definitely wont like him in the next one. Please review!