"So," Castiel started, turning so he was looking up at Dean. "The others wont be back until about midnight, it's only 6:45…" He smirked up at him.

Dean grinned back and captured his lips in a very passionate kiss.

By seven o'clock, they were both laid on Castiel's bed, Dean on is back and Castiel on top of him, his legs either side of Dean's. One of Castiel's hands was half at the base of Dean's neck and half on his shoulder while the other was on his chest.

Dean's hands were both on Castiel's waist, holding his hips firmly against his own. The taller boy moaned as Castiel shifted slightly, rubbing their crotches together. One of his hands snaked up Castiel's back, entangling his fingers in his hair, which was pretty much dry by now and soft tufts were sticking up at odd angles. He tugged lightly at the roots, extorting a groan from Castiel, who bit down lightly on Dean's bottom lip.

Dean bucked his hips up slightly, causing more friction between them and more panting. Castiel moved the hand that was on Dean's chest down to slip under his shirt and up again, tracing the shape of his lightly defined muscles under the fabric. Both of Dean's hands dropped to Castiel's ass, griping firmly, earning another moan from the smaller boy. Dean broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Castiel's.

"Are you sure you want to do anything right now? After everything you just told me?" Dean asked, looking into Castiel's blue orbs for confirmation. Castiel bit his lip and closed his eyes.

"I want you to be happy," Castiel answered quietly. "I don't want you to treat me differently because of my past, I want to be – or at least be seen – as normal,"

"You are normal. And, even if I didn't know about… everything, I still wouldn't make you do anything you don't feel comfortable with," De argued truthfully, moving his hands to cup Castiel's face making him look at him.

"I know," Castiel smiled and kissed him again, shorter this time.

"You know so much about me but I don't know much about you," He commented, moving to lay next to Dean, who moved onto his side so they were both facing each other.

"Not much to tell," He shrugged. "I was born in Kansas, haven't left except for the occasional family vacation. Nothing abroad, we're not that well off. My Dad's an engineer; he owns a garage called Winchester Auto. My Mom's a nurse, they met when an engine my Dad was working on exploded the bonnet of a car and he got stabbed in the stomach with a windscreen wiper. She was the nurse who was in charge of checking up on him in the hospital, he asked her out three times but she always talked about not being able to date patients. When he got discharged he went home, got cleaned up and came back to ask her out again since he wasn't a patient anymore. My grandfather Samuel – Mom's Dad – didn't approve of it, especially when they got engaged. We haven't really had contact with them for about thirteen years, since around when Sam was born. Not sure why, it's always a touchy subject.

"As far as I know I have a couple of cousins or something out there. Some around our age, some Sam's. I have an Uncle Bobby. He isn't really a blood relative but family doesn't end in blood. He's been there for us since before I can remember, always willing to help out when things got rough or even just a little uncomfortable. I sometimes work at the scrap yard he owns when money gets tight or if I just want a little extra cash in my pocket,"

Castiel nodded through Dean's speech to show he was listening.

"What's your favorite movie?" Dean asked, seemingly randomly.

Castiel cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Um, I guess, S- you're not allowed to laugh. Or mock me," He pointed a finger in warning at Dean, who laughed.

"I promise I wont mock you in any way, what is it?" He scooted down so that they were at eye level and rested his head on his hands, Castiel did the same.

"Sweeney Todd," He said, glancing down at Dean's chest, not meeting his eye. He heard Dean sniggering.

"You said you wouldn't laugh!" Castiel whined.

"Haha, I'm sorry it's just… Sweeney Todd? Really? Isn't that a musical?"

"Yes, but it's a very interesting film and I like the story and Johnny Depp is a brilliant singer! What's your favorite movie anyway?"

Dean thought for a moment. "Unforgiven," He nodded, confident in his choice. There's no way Castiel can fault that film.

"Clint Eastwood? Seriously?" Castiel shook his head.

"What? You can't diss Eastwood!"

"I can and I will. It's so predictable and cliché,"

"It was made in 1992!"

"And also old then,"

Dean gasped, "You take that back!"

Castiel sniggered, "Nope,"

"Take it back now or else," He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Or else what?" As soon as he said it he realized it was a mistake.

Dean lunged at him and pinned him underneath him, using his weight to keep him still and one hand to clasp Castiel's hands above his head. Castiel writhed under him, grunting when he couldn't get his wrists from Dean's grip. He eventually just gave up and looked up at the stronger teen. Dean had a mischievous glint in his eye and a Cheshire cat grin.

"Dean? Wh- what're you…" He started nervously. However, he didn't get to finish his sentence before Dean began prodding his sides and wriggling his fingers. Causing Castiel to dissolve into a fit of giggles, trying to squirm away from him.

"No! Stop! Dean, please!" He managed to huff out before Dean's fingers attacked him again. Dean couldn't help but laugh too.

"Take it back!" He ordered.

After a few seconds more of laughter before Castiel managed to yell, "Never!" Then the tickling got worse.

"Ah, okay, okay, I take it back!"

Dean stopped but didn't release his wrists or make any indication of moving off him.

"What was that?"

Castiel sighed, "I take it back, it's a great movie,"

"Damn straight," Dean went to move, about to swing his leg over back to his side and off Castiel but the latter's voice halted him.

"Wait,"

Dean glanced down at him, confused.

"Don't get off," Castiel's voice was slightly raspy from the laughing and Dean smirked before looking down, only just realizing that he was hard. Castiel wasn't, but he could change that. He leant down and captured his lips again, plunging his tongue in the second the boy under him parted his lips.

This kiss was more tongue and teeth than the others, more desperate and greedy.

Moans and grunt were exchanged by both of them, as their boners rubbed together, much like the first night they'd done this. This time, however, Castiel kissed along Dean's jaw when the latter broke the kiss, not being able to continue because of all the panting. When he got to his jugular, Castiel bit down lightly, making Dean to moan more. He moved his free hand down Castiel's side and gripped his hips, forcing him to thrust up, then down his ass to the very top of under his thigh, moving the tips of his fingers to his thigh gap.

Castiel parted his legs more and lifted his knees so Dean was laying in between his legs, giving them both better access to each other.

Castiel struggled to get his hands free until Dean stilled him, leaning into his ear and telling him to stay still. When Castiel was as motionless as Dean was going to get him, he moved his free hand back up to rest on Castiel's abdomen, with his fingers spread out, just one hand almost covered his whole stomach.

He slowly let his hand drift lower until his fingertips were teasing the waistband of his sweatpants. Castiel panted more and whined slightly when Dean stopped, squirming to try and cause more friction. Dean's hand came back up to his stomach and Castiel whimpered in disappointment.

Dean chuckled and lowered his hand again, slightly faster this time but not actually touching him, raising his hand until his palm was above Castiel erection. He tried to lift his hips up but Dean pushed them back down, pinning them to the bed.

The duvet was somewhere on the floor by now and most of the pillows too. Dean placed his hand just to the side of Castiel's cock, resting on one of his balls. He gasped and tried to move again but Dean told him to stay still or he'd stop. Castiel went completely limp at that, not wanting to risk it. He moved his hand back to his waistband and pulled them down slowly. Castiel gasped at the temperature change, as the room was cold.

Dean had never done this before, he'd never seen a dick – except his own – in real life. He'd only seen them in porn and on TV.

He didn't know what to do but he assumed it was just like masturbating but from a different angle.

He placed his hand at the base and slowly ran his fingers along the underside, making Castiel moan again.

Dean loved that noise. He pumped him slowly; soaking up every tiny noise Castiel made and released his wrists so he could hold down his hips with his other hand.

As soon as he let go, Castiel's hands went to Dean's shoulders, digging his nails in and trying to repress another series of moans as Dean quickened his pace. The smaller boy reached down to Dean's belt buckle and undid his jeans, slipping them down with shaky fingers. Dean shrugged them off, trying not to break rhythm.

He did, however, falter when he felt Castiel's hand close around his length. He moaned and thrusted into his hand, picking the speed up on Castiel's again, who matched his pace. Castiel came in between them then pushed Dean off him and got top of him, kissing him before crawling down so his cheek was against Dean's shaft.

Dean gasped again and stared down at him, mouth hanging open. The smaller boy smirked up at him and turned his attention back to Dean's dick, flicking his tongue out to lick up the beads of precome. Dean squirmed to get more but Castiel pulled away, halting his hips, his fingernails digging in either side. Dean's breathing got more and more shallow as he flicked his tongue out again over the slit. He swallowed and reached down to stroke Castiel's hair with one hand, gripping the sheets next to him with the other.

When Castiel's lips wrapped around his head it took all his energy not to come straight away. He threw his head back as his mouth fell open again, staring up at the ceiling as he felt Castiel's mouth slide down his length. He panted more and clenched his hand in Castiel's hair, tugging lightly. When Castiel's mouth came back up around his head and down again Dean pushed his head down more, making Castiel gag. He looked down and tried to loosen his hold on his hair, worried he'd gone too far but Castiel didn't seem phased by it and just continued, going down lower so Dean's head was practically jabbing him in the back of the throat. Dean felt his balls tighten and started breathing more heavily.

"Cas… I'm gonna…" He tried to warn him but Castiel just moved back up and swallowed it all. Dean collapsed, going completely limp, trying to catch his breath while Castiel crawled back up to lay next to him. He opened his eyes slightly, his eyelids still drooping, to look at Castiel. His face was slightly flushed and his eyelids were drooping too.

Dean opened his arms and pulled Castiel over so his head was resting on his chest.

"Cas?" Dean said after they'd had a few minutes to come down from their high.

"Yeah?"

"That was awesome!" Dean praised, he felt Castiel smirk against his chest.

"Thanks, you weren't too bad yourself,"

Dean grinned at that. At least he hadn't fucked up his first handjob.

They fell asleep quickly after.

Dean woke up the next morning to Highway To Hell. He groaned and reached over the bed, careful not to wake the still-sleeping boy resting on his chest. He grabbed his jeans and took his cell out of his pocket and unlocked it.

"Hello?" He answered quietly.

"Dean, where are you? Did you not come home last night?" John asked, slightly anxious but he seemed to be okay when he head Dean's voice.

"I'm fine, I spent the night at Cas' place, we were studying and lost track of time. It was a little late to drive back so Cas offered to let me stay here," He lied effortlessly.

"Oh, okay, well let us know next time and make sure you get to school on time," John instructed.

"Will do Dad, sorry if I freaked you out,"

"Oh you didn't freak me out, I just didn't want to going and getting kidnapped or killed until you pay me that $50 you owe me back," He heard the smirk in his voice so he knew he was joking.

"Ah, okay, I'll put the gang war off until it's back in your pocket then so I don't get stabbed and can't pay you. That'd be tragic," He played along.

There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone. "Whatever, get your ass to school, I don't want you making Castiel late because you're a lazy-ass,"

"I will if you get off the phone,"

"Bye Dean,"

"Bye Dad," He hung up and looked down at Castiel, dumping his phone on the fluffy carpet with a dull thud. He was still asleep.

He lightly shook his arm and kissed his forehead, whispering his name.

Nothing.

"Cas," He said a bit louder. He sighed and shifted them so Castiel was lying next to him and scooted down so they were at the same eyelevel again.

"Cassie," He shook him a little harder that time. Still nothing. He rolled his eyes and leant back slightly.

"Cas!" He raised his voice. Castiel jolted awake, he eyes scanning the room for danger. He relaxed when he spotted Dean.

"Ugh," He groaned, laying back down and burying his face in his pillow.

"'Ugh'? That's no way to greet your boyfriend," He pretended to be upset but couldn't help the grin spread across his face when he said 'boyfriend'. He still couldn't believe Castiel was his. He saw Castiel smile softly too, his face still pressed into the pillow.

"Sorry, how's this?" He commented before leaning forward and cupping the back of Dean's head, bringing him in for a sweet kiss. They both smiled into it.

"Much better," Dean muttered when they leant back.

"I'm going to get a shower, then you can get one,"

"Okay, are your brothers back yet?"

Castiel rolled over and snatched his phone up from the bedside table, unlocking it and scanning the screen,"

"Not until around lunch time," Castiel got out of bed and slipped his sweatpants on from last night and leaning back over the bed to kiss Dean.

"Back in a sec, you can do… whatever. Put some music on if you want, my CDs are over there," He pointed near the door where there was a floor to ceiling bookshelf with tons of books on all the shelves except the bottom two, which were filled with CDs. Dean whistled in appreciation as Castiel walked out of the room.

"Holy crap that's a lot of CDs," He muttered, walking up to inspect the titles. They were in alphabetical order by artist. He read some random titles from each letter.

"AC/DC: Back In Black. Nice. Aerosmith: Get Your Wings, Bullet For My Valentine: Poison. Cancer Bats: Hail Destroyer, Def Leppard: Hysteria. Ah that's a good one. Every Avenue: Picture Perfect. Evanescence: Fallen, Fallout Boy: Infinity On High. Falling in Reverse: The Drug In Me Is You, Green Day: 21st Century Breakdown, Hawthorne Heights: The Silence in Back and White, Immortal: Sons On Northern Darkness, Jane's Addiction: Live and Rare, Jimmy Eat World: Clarity, KISS: Lick It Up, The Kinks: Misfits, Linkin Park: Hybrid Theory, Less Than Jake: Anthem, My Chemical Romance: Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, Metallica: Master Of Puppets, Nirvana: Incesticide, Nine Inch Nails: And All That Could Have Been, Otep: Smash The Control Machine, Panic! At The Disco: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, Pink Floyd: Dark Side Of The Moon, Queen: A Kind Of Magic, Queens Of The Stone Age: Songs For The Deaf, The Rolling Stones: Let It Bleed, Ramones: Halfway To Sanity, Sex Pistols: Nevermind. The Buzzcocks, Simple Plan: Still Not Getting Any, The Used: In Love And Death, The All-American Rejects: Move Along, Unlord: Schwarzwald, Van Halen: Fair Warning, Weezer: The Green Album, Wheatus: Suck Fony, Yes: The Ladder, Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Fever To Tell, Zoetrope: Life Of Crime… wow," Dean decided to go with one at random which he'd never heard before so he closed his eyes and ran his finger along the cases and stopped at a random one.

"Falling In Reverse it is. What does falling in reverse even mean? Jumping?" He wondered, taking the CD from the case.

The case had a picture of a pretty blonde chick with mascara and eyeliner streaked down her cheeks and her hair was messy around her shoulders with a crooked sparkly tiara propped on top. She wore a blue-gray silky short-sleeved dress, which was dirty and white gloves that were stained gray. She was also stood in a locker with her arms crossed over her chest in a coffin-like style with roses in between her crossed arms and on the shelf above her head. It was a sort of 'dead prom queen' image with Falling In Reverse in sliver letters below her.

He slipped it into Castiel's stereo system – which has surround sound – and picked up the remote from the cupboard his TV was stood on. He scrolled down to the second track "Tragic Magic". It was quiet for a second until a male's voice filled the room with a creepy "I'm baaack," with no music accompanying it and an evil laugh before the music started up. It was loud but sort of soft and like a very demented lullaby.

The music softened slightly as the lyrics started, it was a man singing.

"So lets rewind… Back to the time… 2005… I almost died.

I overdosed. I did not know-ow-ow. That I provoked… This evil ghost.

Disaster."

The music sped up again slightly.

"Magically I turned tragedy

Into melody.

Over catchy beats.

It comes so naturally.

So smooth and casually.

That's why they call me kind.

Of the music scene.

Lala lalala,"

Dean sat down on the bed and listened. The singer seems to really care about what he's singing about and he's singing about real issues, some quite personal by the sound of this song. He overdosed. He almost died. This makes all the crap Meg and Ruby obsess over look like nursery rhymes. The music slowed again for the second verse.

"I dug a hole.

Ten miles wide.

So I can throw all of you inside.

You're such a dumbfuck.

You need to shut up," Dean sniggered at that.

"You bring a picture of me. Every time you get your hair cut. Imposter!" That time Dean laughed properly.

As the chorus started up again Dean heard soft muttering and turned to see Castiel stood at the door singing along softly, staring at the floor absentmindedly.

"Hey," Dean smirked when Castiel jumped.

"Hi," He smiled, walking over to Dean, his hair was wet and sticking up again and he was wearing a dark red – almost black – t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Dean looked at the floor near the bed and saw the pair he was wearing yesterday for school in a pile with a few other pairs and a few shirts he'd worn the past couple of days.

"How many pairs of skinny jeans do you have?" He asked, smirking and standing in front of him, wrapping his arms around Castiel's waist. Castiel cocked his head to the side in thought and draped his arms around Dean's neck.

"I think I have ten black pairs, four dark blue pairs, three light gray pairs and a black and red tartan pair with chains on,"

"Wow, do you own any other trousers other than them and sweatpants?"

"Yes," Castiel rolled his eyes, "I have dress pants for weddings and funerals and stuff, normal black jeans with tears in them – that's the style of them I haven't just ripped them and not bothered throwing them out – and a baggy dark blue pair," He smiled.

Dean shook his head but smiled too.

"I left a towel on the rack in the bathroom and one of Michael's t-shirts and a pair of Uriel's old Jeans for you, you can go take a shower now. I also left out a spare toothbrush, it's the pink one," He smirked.

"Thanks," He untangled himself from Castiel and stepped towards the door as Castiel went over to his bookcase and bent down to look at the CDs, one hand on the shelf at hip height to prop himself against it.

Dean's eyes flicked down to his ass. He did appreciate the tight jeans.

"What're you waiting for?" Castiel asked without turning.

"Oh, um, nothing," Dean stuttered, leaving the room quickly.

After his shower he turned the water off and could already hear the music coming from Castiel's room.

"I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
Do we sit still
Under attack
Or do we start pushing back?
Never back up
Never back down

And Fight!" He heard from outside the door. It was a woman singing this time, her voice sounded scratchy but it was definitely a woman, she screamed, "fight!" making her voice sound even more rough. He pushed the door open and saw Castiel laid on his bed, singing along with the woman's voice. He had a nice voice; it was slightly higher than the guy from Jumping In Reverse – Jumping In Reverse? Tripping In Reverse? Falling In Reverse? Ah, that's it. Falling In Reverse – but not one that could be mistaken for a chick.

"Rise. Rebel. Resist.

Rise. Rebel. Make a fist. Resist.

Rise. Rebel. Resist.

Rise. Rebel. Make a fist. Resist."

The singer then sped up, and Castiel managed to sing along still, despite the quick speed.

"I'm human pollution
I covet retribution
I'm just a big mistake
a defect you can subjugate.
Your ridicule is just typical antics
Spineless, mindless, tragic, fanatic
Puritan, bigot, lunatic, hypocrite
To save my soul from disaster
Self destruction could be the answer

If I con't be loved then I'll be hated!"

Dean tried to concentrate on just Castiel's voice but he wasn't singing as loud at the woman so Dean stepped into the room, making his presence known.

"Hey," Castiel said, looking up at Dean.

"Hi," He was wearing the black t-shirt and dark blue jeans Castiel had left for him. Castiel was propped up on his elbows smiling at him. Dean silently walked over and climbed on top of him, pushing him down and kissing him. He felt Castiel smile into the kiss and grip Dean's hair. At some point while Dean was showering Castiel had blowdried his hair and since Dean's was short it was pretty much dry from just using the towel. They made out for a few moments before Castiel lightly pushed Dean's chest.

"We have school," He muttered.

"Skip it, it's Friday anyway,"

"Michael will kill me. And you,"

"Ugh," Dean got up.

Castiel stopped the CD – Otep apparently – and put it back in it's case and its rightful place in the row.

"Speaking of. Do your brothers know about us?"

"Not yet… Do you want them to?" He asked, slipping his phone into his back pocket – his front ones being too tight – and tossing Dean his.

"If you're okay with it,"

"Then they'll know today,"

"Alright, lets go," He let go of one of his hands, holding the other firmly and Castiel snatched up him pills and tried to slip them in his pocket secretly.

"You don'thave to hide them, you know? I'm fine with it, it doesn't make me feel awkward or see you any differently. It's just a detail about you that most people don't share," Dean explain. Castiel smiled and took them out of his pocket again and held them in his right hand – the left holding onto Dean's right – and opened the door.

They went downstairs and Castiel let go of Dean's hand to open the cupboard under the stairs and snag his backpack out of it , kneeling down and unzipping the front, slipping the pills inside. He stood up again and slung the bag onto his shoulder and took Dean's extended hand. They went into the kitchen and he grabbed the keys off the hook and his leather jacket from the coat rack, Dean had put his on in the bedroom, and led the way through to the garage and his car. Only Michael's seven seater was gone.

Just as Castiel was putting the car into drive his cell phone rang, some loud rock music Dean didn't recognise blaring out.

"Gah," He muttered, pulling it out and sliding the 'answer' side.

"Hello?.. You're kidding me right?… He wont care!… How could you want me to be there after-… you said you'd never let him in the same room as me again!" Castiel was starting to get worked up and Dean saw tears forming in his eyes. He scooted as close as the gear stick in between their seats would allow him so he could put one arm round Castiel's shoulders and rubbed the arm closest to him with the other. The one furthest away was hold the phone so he lightly traced Castiel's ribs through his shirt with his other hand.

"I can't… Balthy please," His voice broke slightly and Dean wanted nothing more then to know how to make him feel better. Castiel took a deep breath and his tense shoulders slumped so he was leaning against Dean. "Fine, when?… Okay, see you tonight… Love you too. Bye," He hung up and turned to bury his face in Dean's chest. Dean held his tighter, wrapping his arms around him and rubbing comforting circles on his back. He decided not to ask what happened just yet. Although, he didn't have to.

"Did I tell you where my brothers were?" He asked quietly, his face still against Dean's chest.

"No,"

"They're visiting my father… In hospital,"

"I thought he was in jail,"

"He was, he had a heart attack or something. I didn't really listen to the details when Michael told me, that could have had something to with the fact that I don't give a shit but…" He rubbed his hand over his face.

"So… I take it he wants to see you…?" Dean asked tentatively.

"Yeah… Dean?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Would you… Um… come with me?"

Dean paused for a second. If he was in the same room – hell, building – as Castiel's dad could he trust himself not to attack the sick fuck?

"Sure," He hugged him closer, kissing his forehead. "When?"

"Tomorrow, not sure what time,"

"Okay, want to skip school?" Dean asked hopefully.

"Nice try," Castiel laughed, pulling away from Dean and starting up the car.

A/N: So next chapter you'll meet Castiel's dad… so yeah. Please review.