A/N: Okay Dean isn't as bad as I made out he would be in this one. I changed my mind because I just couldn't write what I was going to. Anyway.

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.

Dean hadn't seen Castiel all day except the occasional glimpse in the corridor but he was always with Chuck and Dean was always with Alastair, Crowley or Ruby so he couldn't confront him. Meg went home with a "headache" which actually translated to "she went to meet up with a guy".

On the way to his Impala, Dean was alone and he saw Castiel stood near his car, probably waiting for his brothers. Unfortunately, Chuck was stood with him. Dean was pretty sure he could scare him away with just a look but Castiel would probably be even less likely to talk to him if he did. Instead, he waited patiently for Chuck to leave.

Eventually, they hugged and parted ways.

Dean smiled and wondered over as Castiel rummaged for something in his bag and stopped in front of the smaller boy. When he looked up from his bag he jumped and glared up at Dean before glancing round.

"Huh," He muttered, going back to looking in his bag.

"What?" Dean asked, confused.

"Nothing, it's just you've seen me a bunch of times today while you've been with your friends and haven't approached me since break time so I assumed we were just done talking. But the minute they're not around, here you are," He answered casually, eyes still down, not even looking at him. God, Dean wished he'd look at him. Even if Castiel was pissed, he didn't care, he just wanted to see those blue eyes looking into his again.

"Look, Cas-"

Castiel's head shot up as he cut him off. "Don't call me that!" He hissed through gritted teeth.

On second thoughts, his eyes aren't as pretty when he's pissed. Instead of looking like those pretty pools Dean loved going to so much, they looked as though they were made of pure ice.

Dean gulped, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Fine, Castiel, I'm sorry, okay?"

"No! Not okay! If you're so embarrassed to be seen with me why are you stood here now?" His search for whatever in his bag was now forgotten. All his attention now entirely on Dean.

"I'm not embarrassed to be seen with you!" He retorted.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"I'm not! I'm just not ready for everyone to know I'm… you know," He leant closer as if discussing a conspiracy.

"What? That you're gay?"

"Not so loud!" Dean hissed forcefully.

Castiel stared at him for a moment, and huffed before opening his mouth again.

"Dean, you don't have to be ashamed of being gay! It's okay to tell anyone you want that you like men!" He yelled, clearly just speaking up in the hopes someone would overhear to piss Dean off more.

"Dude!" Dean spun around quickly. Luckily, there weren't that many people still hanging around.

"Dean, it's okay to like penis!"

"Dude, shut up or I swear to god I'll-," He stepped forward, clenching his fist and holding it at shoulder height.

"You'll what? Hit me? Do it!" Castiel stepped forward, as if offering an easier target, and took his bag off dropping it on the ground by his side.

"Cas!" Dean was shocked he not only actually thought he would but was giving him permission. He held his palm out. Crowley, Ruby, Alastair and Sam had all gathered round by this point.

"Don't call me that! Come on, do it, hit me as much as you want because I can assure you no matter what you do to me, I've had worse, so don't try threaten me! Everyone else in this stupid school may be terrified of you and worship the ground you walk on but not me! Not ever! You're nothing but a scared little boy who's too afraid to be who he is and be around the people he wants to be around and do the things he wants to do because of what other people might think! You're just too damn caught up in what other people think of you! Do you ever wonder what you'd be like if the world wasn't so goddamn judgmental and you didn't have to mould yourself to what other people deem 'good' or 'acceptable' or 'cool'? You think taking satisfaction from scaring good, kind, innocent people like Chuck is a healthy pass time? You think it makes you the bigger man? You're pathetic, you and your stupid friends. Yeah, I'm talking about you guys! The only decent person here is Sam! He's nice to everyone around him, even people who've wronged him because he has the self-awareness to know that people only try pull you down because they're below you! He doesn't need to make other people feel bad or insecure to feel better about himself! So, thank you Sam, you and Chuck are the only people in this hellhole of a school I actually feel are decent human beings. And thank you Dean for showing me that some people just can't help the fact that they're complete Assholes!" With that he picked up his bag, got into his car and slammed the door before speeding off out of the parking lot. Everyone stood in silence. Dean turned round and saw all his friends staring after the car in shock except Sam. He was watching Dean with a dark expression.

"What?" He asked. Sam just shook his head and walked over to the Impala getting in the back in silence as apposed to getting in the passenger side. Dean sighed, waved to his friends, muttering something about explaining everything tomorrow, and followed after his brother. He got in the car and stared at the steering wheel in silence, he could feel Sam glaring a hole in the back of his head.

"So?" Sam said eventually.

Dean sighed and asked, "So, what?"

"What the hell did you do to Cas?" His voice grew a little louder.

"We're not allowed to call him that anymore,"

"I am, I saw him about half an hour ago, I said 'hi Cas' and he smiled and said 'hey Sam' then we had a pleasant conversation about literature. He's really well-read,"

Dean closed his eyes. Guess it's just me then.

"So? What did you do?" Sam prompted, getting angrier.

Dean looked back at him, contemplating what to do.

"Okay, I'll tell you but you have to come sit up here, I'm not breaking my neck to look at you,"

Sam got out of the car and came round to the passenger side.

"Okay, go," Sam tucked his leg under him so he could face Dean properly.

"Well," Dean started. He told Sam the whole story (except the bit where they were grinding. There are some things his little brother just didn't need to know). When he'd finished, he waited patiently for Sam's reaction.

"You're gay?"

"Yes,"

"And you like Cas?"

"A lot,"

"And you said you didn't want to be seen with him?"

"No, I said I wanted to be together in secret," Dean argues.

"What's the difference?"

"I wanted to be seen with him just not like that,"

"You don't exactly have to have sex in front of people,"

"Dude!"

"Sorry.."

"It's just… I don't know,"

"You're worried what you're friends would think?"

"Kind of,"

"Well, if they treat you any differently because of who you like they're not really friends, are they,"

"Well…"

"Just think about that… Can we go home now please?"

"Sure," Dean sighed and turned back to face the wheel before driving out of the parking lot.

"So…" Dean started awkwardly.

"What?"

"You're okay with me being… you know,"

"Gay? Yeah, you're still my brother, and I love you no matter what,"

Dean smiled with pride; he was so lucky to have a brother like Sammy. He coughed awkwardly, trying to fight the smile off his face.

"Okay, lets roll credits on this chick flick." Sam shook his head at the comment muttering something about him still being the same old Dean. "Wait, you wont tell mom and dad will you? I mean, I'll do it I'm just not really ready yet…"

"Of course I wont. Tell them in your own time," Sam smiled and Dean felt even more proud.

When they got home Dean contemplated texting Castiel, just to see if he was okay. He decided it'd probably piss him off even more. Dean also thought about texting one of the other Novaks but then he'd have to explain why he'd be worried and if Castiel hadn't told them already Dean wanted to keep them oblivious, as they were currently his only link to knowing how Castiel was doing. He sighed and went to find Sam. Mary told him he was in his room working on a history project.

He tapped on the closed door lightly calling Sam's name so he knew it was him.

"Come in," He heard through the door.

He opened it and his mouth fell open as he observed the mess. Sam's room was usually spotless but now there were books all over every surface, papers all over the floors and wires, colored paper, scissors, glue sticks, pieces of material and pencils and pens everywhere.

"Holy crap. When mom said you're working on a history project I didn't realize you were recreating Hurricane Katrina." Dean commented, still surveying the damage.

"Very funny, Dean. I have to make a model representing a subject from the text book our teacher gave us as well as a 5 page report on it but it's worth 60% of our final grade at the end of the year!" Sam's floppy was a mess, sticking out all over the place and even his clothes managed to look disheveled.

"Wow, this early in the year? Who's your teacher?"

"Mr. Fuller," Sam answered, sighing.

"Ah, that explains it. Haha that dude's so old he was probably there to witness most of the thing in the textbook first-hand,"

Sam sniggered at that and flopped down to sit on his bed.

"So, any particular reason you decided to visit me in my office?" He smirked.

Dean laughed. Sam always pretended his room was like an office because he's only really in there to work (or sleep) as a joke.

"Well, actually…" Dean sat down next to his brother, wringing his hands nervously.

"What's up?" The smirk was gone, replaced by a confused, slightly worried look.

"Well, I'm kind of worried about Castiel," His gazes locked on his hands.

"Oh?" Sam said in a 'go on' tone.

"Um, I think if I text him or call him he'll just ignore me and it may piss him off even more so I was wondering if you could… um," Dean looked up to see Sam already had his iPhone in his hand and he was typing something out.

Dean watched, slightly shocked by how ready Sam was to help.

"Hey Cas, just wanted to make sure you're okay, how are you?" Sam read from what he's finished typing.

"Great, I'll get you his number," Dean got his phone out of his pocket and scrolled down his contacts to Cas.

"It's already sent," He heard Sam say, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"You have Cas' number?"

"Yeah we exchanged numbers ages ago," Sam waved it off.

"Huh. Anyway, you helped me with my problem, need some help with your project?"

"Well… the teacher said we're not allowed any help…"

"Please! When I had to do shit like this Mom did practically all of it for me. I bet everyone in your class is either getting help from older siblings, their parents or other family members… or they're just getting them to do it all," Dean reasoned.

Sam smiled. "Okay,"

"Great, what topic are you doing?" He said rubbing his hands together.

"I haven't decided yet…"

"Alright then… where's the textbook?"

After ten minutes they settled on doing something on America in the Great Depression. Sam's phone vibrated, indicating that he had a text.

He opened it and read it out loud.

"Hi Sam, I'm fine, thanks for checking. Sorry about earlier. What shall I say?"

"Um, 'it's okay'? And, um, can you ask about me?"

"What about you?"

"Well, he doesn't know that you know what happened between us so just ask if he's still friends with me,"

"I think that's pretty clear from what happened in the parking lot,"

"Just, please ask?"

"Fine," Sam rolled his eyes and started typing.

"I'm going to see if mom or dad have anything that can help with this," He gestured to the work sprawled out in front of them. Sam grunted in acknowledgment, still looking at his phone.

When Dean got downstairs John asked him for some help with a truck he brought home from Bobby's.

After half an hour the engine was fixed and there was a fresh layer of brown paint on it, waiting to dry so John said Dean could go back to helping Sam.

"Hey, sorry I took so long, Dad wanted help with a truck for Bobby,"

"You can fix things with Cas!" Sam replied happily, passing Dean his phone so he could read the conversation with him.

Sam: It's okay. So are you and Dean still friends? Cas: No, I hate him (no offence) Sam: Why :/ (None taken)

Cas: He's pathetic. He went on to explain everything that's happened (thankfully missing out the same thing Dean did)

Sam: Wow, he is a douche. I'm sorry.

Cas: It's not your fault. I think the thing that pisses me off the most is that he doesn't even understand what he did.

Sam: He does now. He's been sulking in his room for hours… would you ever be willing to forgive him?

Cas: Maybe if he changes, but that's not going to happen.

"All I have to do is change? I can do that," Dean smiled, hope finally in sight.

"That'd mean telling people you're gay and with Castiel,"

Dean flinched slightly, his shoulders drooping.

Then he thought of a plan.

The next day at school, Dean dropped Sam off with his friends and started looking for his. When he spotted them, he walked over internally going over his plan again.

"Hey guys,"

"Hi Dean. What's this I hear about that little freak new kid yelling at you yesterday?" Meg asked. Ruby probably filled her in.

"He's not a freak! Don't talk about him like that. Ever," He answered sternly.

Everyone watched him in shock

"Alright, we wont. Sorry," Ruby muttered.

Phase 1: Defend Castiel against my friends. Check.

"He was mad because I told him a secret and told him not to tell anyone,"

"What's the secret?" Crowley asked curiously.

"You'll all find out at lunch," He smirked.

They kept bugging him until the bell rang for school but Dean just kept looking round the parking lot, looking for Castiel.

When he spotted him, he said, "Excuse me," to his friends, making sure they saw him walk off, towards the smaller boy.

"Hi," He greeted him, standing so their shoulders were touching. Castiel looked over and saw Dean's friends watching them.

"They're watching, you know? Should you really be seen with me?"

"I know they're watching, they're supposed to be,"

Castiel stopped walking and so did Dean, standing in front of the other teenager. He looked at him properly for the first time that day.

His hair was messy like yesterday and he had a black Nirvana band shirt on with the yellow smiley face with crosses on the eyes, a squiggly mouth and its tongue sticking out of the corner of it. Nirvana was written in yellow across the top. He had skinny black jeans and his converse as usual and his black satchel slung over his shoulder. He had his leather bracelet on the same wrist he always did and a black leather wristband with silver studs on the other wrist.

"Are you going to pull some stupid prank on me to get you reinstated as ring-leader?" Castiel watched him suspiciously.

"Of course not. I just wanted to apologize for everything. I realize what I said was completely out of line. I shouldn't ask you to pretend we're not together if we are,"

Phase 2: Apologize. Check.

"But we're not so this is a complete waist of time,"

"I know we're not but this isn't a waist of time because I'll just settle for being your friend if that's all we can be,"

Castiel watched him for a minute. Not with the glare that seemed to be specially tailored for Dean lately, but like he was trying to figure out if he was serious or not.

"Cas!" They turned to see Chuck stood near the school, waving at Castiel. Dean resisted the urge to growl.

"I've got to go," Castiel muttered, walking over to Chuck and leaving Dean.

At dinner Dean was sat with Crowley, Ruby, Meg and Alastair when he saw Castiel and Chuck walk in and sit at a table on the other side of the cafeteria, discussing something very intensely.

Dean couldn't see Castiel's brothers anywhere, which he thought was kind of odd, but maybe it would be better this way.

Dean got up, his friends calling after his and went up to Castiel and Chuck's table.

"Cas-tiel," He added the last syllable at the glare Castiel shot him.

"What?" Dean expected him to sound angry but he sounded more civil since Dean's apology. Good. His plan may be working.

"I need to ask you something,"

Before Castiel could reply, Chuck got up, picking up his pack up and bag and said, "I'll, um, meet you in the library when you're done," To Castiel.

"It's okay Chuck, you can stay," Dean smiled.

Phase 3: Be nice to Chuck. Check.

"It's okay," He went to leave.

"You sure?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," With that, he smiled and Castiel – who smiled back – and left the cafeteria.

"So?" Castiel asked.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

Castiel just stared at him.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'll tell everyone I'm gay, I'll leave my friends if they treat you wrong, I'll beat the crap out of anyone who looks at you wrong, I'll apologize to Chuck for everything I've ever done to him, I'll be his best friends. Anything,"

Castiel's resolve faltered.

"But what if you're lying?" He said quietly.

"You want be to prove it?"

Phase 4. Crap. Okay, Dean, you can do this, you know what to do. Just like you planned.

"Yes," Castiel answered softly. Dean nodded and climbed onto the table, standing on it so he was facing into the cafeteria.

"Dean, what're you doing?" Castiel asked, shocked.

Dean saw Sam sat with his friends and smiled, he smiled back. Sam knew what he was going to do; he'd gone over the plan with Sam to see if he thought it'd work.

"Everybody listen up! I need to tell you all something!" Dean shouted. Everyone in the cafeteria stopped and turned to look at him, even the teachers decided to wait before ordering him off the table.

Dean took a deep breath. Just do it! Come on! He's worth this!

"I'm gay!" He shouted.

There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room. Again, including some of the teachers. And Castiel. The only person who wasn't in shock was Sam, whose smile grew even more.

Dean turned round to look at Castiel, still stood on the table, and pulled him up, kissing his in front of all the students and staff in the room. Castiel stood in surprise at first; contemplating what to do but then he kissed Dean back, melting into his arms. Everyone was in even more shock and the teachers had snapped out of it and told them to get off the table.

They sat next to each other and kissed again, no words were exchanged. They stayed like that until they hear someone clear their throat in front of them. They turned to see Ruby, Meg, Alastair and Crowley stood over them, their arms crossed in front of them.

"Dean," Ruby started. "We need to talk,"

A/N: Review please x