Chapter 12- Why don't we break the rules already?

Dean woke up in a tangle of limbs and a huge smile on his face; which lasted all of ten seconds. Well, after ten seconds he was still entangled in limbs, but his smile fell.

After Cas kissed him, which he still pats himself on the back for not passing out, mind you, he got up and took a shower, leaving Dean to his thoughts. Part of him was ecstatic that Cas actually kissed him. Cas. Kissed. Him. Do I need to say more?

The other part started freaking out. Did this mean that Cas really had feelings for him, or was he just going to be a mindless fuck? Where did they stand? Were they going out now? Were they friends with benefits? What the hell did his life turn into?

Without answers to any of these questions, Dean laid down under the covers. His head was hurting from all the tears he cried that day and from the countless hours of thinking. He was just falling asleep when Cas entered the room again. A thump and rustle of fabric told Dean that Cas dropped his towel and kicked it across the floor. The lights flicked off and Cas climbed into bed. There might have been a peck on his forehead and a whispered 'goodnight', but Dean was too far gone to pay any more attention.

So now it's the morning after. God, that sounds like they had sex and now it's the awkward 'it's not you it's me and we just don't work so I'll see you around, maybe'. But that's not the case. No. Because Cas is gorgeous and Dean is head over feet for him and he doesn't deserve someone like him.

For the first time Dean realized that Cas is family. How wrong his life has become. Sure, Cas isn't family by blood, a fact that only himself and Cas knew, and maybe even Aunt Ellen, because surely she knew that her sister Lilith never conceived, but he's still family. Just like Jo is Sam and Deans' 'sister', Cas is their 'cousin'. Bobby's voice in his head was on repeat, continuously saying that 'family don't end in blood'. So to add to Deans' mental breakdown, he now feels like he's committing an act of incest. But is he really? And his head is swimming and everything is telling him that his life sucks and something always comes up to ruin anything good that could potentially happen.

The smell of bacon and eggs, sausage and pancakes, and even coffee and orange juice, floated up the stairs and through the closed door. Cas shifted lightly in his sleep, soft breaths indicating that he's still asleep. Their arms and legs are still tangled together, making it nearly impossible for Dean to try and escape from the room. But he tried anyway, and as a result, Cas' impossibly blue eyes open, and they stare, green on blue, for what felt like eternity.

"Dean! Cas! Breakfast is ready!" Jo called up the stairs.

Dean broke eye contact and shifted his weight onto his side, the side closer to the door. "We're coming!" he called out.

He looked back to Cas and smiled, lost in those blue eyes for a moment before the fear entered him again and his smile fell. Cas must have saw something in his face, for his own was now cast in confusion. "What's wrong Dean?" he asked.

He lifted his hands to his face and rubbed. Sighing, he looked back to Cas. "I'm just... confused."

Cas knitted his eyebrows. "What are you confused about?"

Dean waved his hand between them. "This. Us. Last night. I mean." He rubbed his hand through his hair, making it look more bed ridden than before.

"I don't understand," Cas said. "I thought you wanted me to kiss you last night."

"I did! I mean..." He screwed up his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the on coming headache. He sighed again. "Is that the only reason you kissed me?" he asked, not looking at the other man.

"Dean." He paused. Dean rolled onto his back and kept his eyes focused on the ceiling and walls, anything that wasn't Cas. "Dean, look at me," he said softly. Blue eyes met green again. "Do you really have to ask that question?" he asked. At Deans' confused look Cas sighed. "I lost my virginity to a man I didn't know, who left me seconds later because he freaked out. Only to find him at my aunt's house the next day and was put on punishment with him. Was forced to spend a week with him. And then spilled my life story to him last night before kissing him. And yet I wake up next to this man the next morning, this man with the greenest eyes I've ever seen, with a huge breakfast downstairs waiting for us, if the smell wafting through the house is any indignation for how much food is down there, just to basically be asked if I'm messing with his emotions. Really, Dean?" he said, somehow all in one breath. Cas cocked a questioning eyebrow at Dean.

Dean was shocked. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he didn't stop to think what Cas was going through. He groaned and brought his hands to his face. Cas sighed again. "Dean." Dean 'hmm' in response. "Do you regret last night?"

He shook his head and dropped his hands. "No, Cas. I just... What does this make us?" He paused, hoping Cas would answer. He felt the tears threaten to build behind his eyes again. At Cas' lack of a response, he continued. "What are we, Cas? Are we together, friends with benefits, what?"

From the corner of his eye he saw Cas give him a look. A look Dean knew all too well. It was the look of someone trying to deliver bad news as carefully as possible, without hurting the other person's feelings. "Dean... I'm not ready for anyone else to know I'm gay. And you're captain of the football team. You'll be the most popular guy in school. You'll be expected to parade through the halls with the person you're seeing. I... I can't let anyone know, Dean." he finished in a small, scared voice.

Dean heard laughter. Uncontrollable, maniacal laughter, and it wasn't until he saw the look on Cas' face that he realized he was the one laughing. "Really, Cas? Really? You think that I'm just going to parade this new found gayness in school, when it could get back to my dad?"

Realization dawned on Cas and he sheepishly looked away. "My apologizes. I didn't realize."

He calmed down, not sure where the laughter really came from. Maybe he was going insane. Yeah, he liked that idea. He was going insane. "So where do we stand, Cas?" he asked, turning his head on his pillow to gaze at Cas' face.

Cas finally looked up, a determined look on his face. Dean saw his blue eyes shift back and forth as if they were looking for something. All of a sudden, Dean felt a hand behind his neck, rolling him to his side and pulling him forcefully to Cas. Lips crashed together brutally. Teeth hit painfully together, but neither cared. Dean, shocked at first, kissed back just as eagerly. His hand found it's way to Cas' hair, still just as silky as ever. His other hand wound around Cas' waist, pulling him closer, trying to melt two bodies into one. His knee slotted in between Cas' legs.

The stomping footsteps up the stairs brought their attention back to reality. They pulled apart, making sure there was a reasonable distance between them, before the bedroom door slammed open and Jo marched in. Dean wrestled with Jo for the blanket, a childish squeak of 'hey!' escaping his lips, which he will deny to the day he died.

"It's been ten minutes, guys! Get the hell out of bed!" she yelled, smacked Dean's arm, and marched out the room. Dean and Cas shared a look, smiles on both of their faces.

"I suppose we should head downstairs," Cas said, an impish glint in his eye.

"Yeah," Dean smirked. His eyes roved over Cas' face before pulling the man into another, less heated, kiss. When he pulled back a few seconds later, a playful smile was on his face. "So does this mean we're dating now?"

Cas brought his finger to his lip, tapping it with a thoughtful expression, much like what Winnie the Pooh does. He swore he heard 'think, think, think' before Cas spoke. "I don't know..." he playfully said with a sing song voice. After a moment, in which he continued to tap his bottom lip, his expression became serious. His hand grabbed the back of Deans' neck again and brought their foreheads together. Looking into Deans' eyes, he said, "Will you be my boyfriend, Dean Winchester?"

Deans' face split in two, his smile bright and borderline painful. "God, yes!" A tear might have fell down Deans' face, but it went unnoticed as their lips met once again in a soft kiss, before they, regrettably, climbed out of bed and made their way downstairs.

The day passed relatively uneventful. John didn't grace everyone with his presence, much to everyone's approval. The four teenagers spent the last precious hours of summer vacation hanging out in the living room watching movies and wasting the day away. After dinner that night, Bobby came over, claiming he had a surprise for Jo. The group made their way out front to find a red 1984 Chevy Caprice. Confused, she turned her gaze to Bobby, who looked at Ellen. It only took a moment for her to understand. She jumped up and down in glee, before tackling her mom with a hug and so many thank yous that Ellen threatened to have Bobby take it back.

Dean, Jo, and Bobby spent the next half hour admiring the car, Jo wearing a smile the whole time. They went back inside, Dean and Jo returning to the living room while Bobby grabbed a beer from the kitchen and talked to Ellen. By nine o'clock, Dean and Sam were getting packed up in the Impala.

"Shit, Sammy. I forgot something upstairs. I'll be right back," Dean said, making up an excuse to see Cas real quick. He found Cas in the bedroom, organizing his backpack for the next day. Dean made a comment about Cas being as much of a nerd as Sam. In return, Cas sent a glare towards Dean. They gave each other a quick goodbye kiss, agreed to meet up at the school the next day, then Dean left and drove Sam and himself home.

Dean fell asleep with a smile on his face for the first time in years. Ten minutes away, Cas wore an identical smile. The four teenagers mutually agreed that it was the perfect summer ending.

'CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOOON!' Dean groaned. 'THERE BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DOOONE!' He rolled onto his stomach and tried to block the attack on his eardrums with a pillow. 'LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST!' He grumbled at a loud banging on his door. 'DON'T YOU CRY NO MOOOORE!'

"Dean! Get up! We have to get ready and I really don't want to be late on the first day!" Sam screamed through the door. With a heavy hand, Dean managed to hit the snooze button, cutting off the guitar solo.

It was the first day of senior year, and all Dean wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep the day away. He lifted his head slightly, just enough to look at the time, and groaned again. Six thirty in the morning was way to early for anyone to wake up. Dean will never understand how Sam could do it. Slowly, he forced his body out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, eyes closed and heavy from sleep. A quick shower and thirty minutes later, Sam and Dean were climbing into the car, backpacks tossed carelessly into the back seat.

The best part about living in such a small town is the fact that the three schools- elementary, middle, and high- are close together. Since high school starts a half hour earlier than the other two schools, Dean can park in the student parking lot with Sam still in tow, and not have to worry about Sam being late. A five minute walk is all it takes for Sam to get to the middle school.

With the windows rolled down, the crisp September air bit lightly at the brothers' cheeks. About five minutes from the school, Dean started fiddling with the radio. His hand stopped as the sounds of a woman's voice belted out of the speakers. It wasn't by any means his usual type of music, but the lyrics caught his attention.

'They think we're lovers kept under cover, I just ignore it but they keep sayin' we... Laugh just a little too loud, Stand just a little too close, We stare just a little too long.'

A small smirk threatened his lips. However, once the song got to the chorus, he couldn't control the laughter that erupted from his lungs, which earned him a confused bitchface from Sam.

'Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about (Somethin' to talk about). A little mystery to figure out (Somethin' to talk about). Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about. How about love?'

Really, Dean didn't know why he found the song so funny. Breaking his rule of 'driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole', Sam reached over and turned the radio down.

"Dude. What's so funny?" he asked.

A small chuckle escaped his lips. "I honestly don't know, Sammy." Sam gave him yet another bitchface.

"I think you've finally cracked, Dean."

He shook his head. "Whatever. Bitch."

Sam crossed his arms and looked away, a small smile on his face. "Jerk."

The rest of the ride was spent in silence.

Dean pulled into the parking lot a few minutes later. After a quick goodbye to Sam, which consisted of ruffling the mane of hair on top the younger Winchesters' head, he headed towards the building. Before entering the school, he looked back to see his brother walking the opposite way, backpack bouncing up at every forward step. He shook his head, a fond smile on his face, before he faced towards the door again. He took a deep, collecting, breath and grasped the handle.

With the opening of the door, his hair was blown back at the onslaught of cold air from the air conditioning. He walked around students, maneuvering his way through the familiar halls until he found his locker, the same locker he used everyday for the past three years. He turned the dial on the lock until he heard the faint click, then popped it opened. Of course, he didn't know what his class schedule looked like yet, only which classes he would have throughout the school year. A letter from the school a few weeks ago notified the students that the school was once again attempting block scheduling, which consisted of four classes the first half of the year, and the remaining four classes the second half. With that in mind, Dean deposited half of his notebooks and binders in his locker before closing it and heading to his homeroom class.

Deans' homeroom teacher, the trigonometry teacher named Mr. Madara, is a tall, balding red headed man who acts more like a teenager than a teacher. He loved having Madara as homeroom. No matter what type of mood his day started as, being in Madara's presence was an almost guarantee pick me up. Despite it being the first day, the previous days' events had Dean in an unusually happy mood. He began making his way towards the back of the room, before a hand caught his shoulder. He turned around and was surprised to see Mr. Madara in front of him.

He handed Dean a packet, the same packet you get at the beginning of every school year. You know which one I'm talking about. Your basic information, emergency contact, those papers.

"Winchester, you're needed at the guidance office." That was all he said before he turned around and went back to his desk to continue marking people present. Dean shrugged, it wasn't like he was in trouble. The first bell haven't – never mind.

He shifted his backpack strap higher on his shoulder before walking out the door and heading to the office. The sound of the late bell was still ringing in his ears by the time the door came in view. He didn't notice Meg Masters walking from the opposite direction and thus bumped into her.

Meg Masters was of average height, with a round face and long dark hair. As cheerleading captain, she has slept with the whole football team (minus Dean, who to this day is proud of his drunken self for not falling into her lap), baseball team, soccer team, basketball team, and even all of the males on the track team. In a nutshell, she's the slut of Lawrence High and has Dean as number one target for the year. Which is probably the only reason why, when Dean mindlessly bumped into her outside of the office, instead of snapping at him, she looked up with the flirtiest smile she could form and batted her eyes.

Dean rolled his eyes. He has had three years of this treatment from Meg, and since he and Cas are now dating, he has even less interest in her (which is a surprising task considering he had zero interest in her in the first place).

"Deany baby! How are you this fine morning?" she asked. Instead of answering her, he walked into the office. Her smile fell, but he could feel her eying him up from behind.

The office secretary looked up at the sound of the door. After her eyes landed on Dean and Meg, she stood up and walked towards one of the guidance counselors doors. She rapped lightly against the wood, opened the door wide enough to stick her head in, and a moment later she was seated behind her desk again. "Mr. Hunt will be right with you. Have a seat in the chairs and don't talk," she informed them without looking up.

Dean waited until Meg took her seat, then proceeded to take the farthest seat from her. The less interaction with Meg, the better Deans' life was. Meg, however, disagreed with Deans' seating arrangement, scooting a chair closer to Dean every few seconds. A minute later, and one chair separating them, the door to Mr. Hunts' office opened and three people walked out. Dean and Megs' heads snapped up at the sound of the door opening. Dean had to fight back a smile and a laugh when he saw who was with Mr. Hunt.

Mr. Hunt lead the two teenagers, backpacks loosely clenched around the top handle, behind him to the front of the room, and began introductions. "Winchester, Masters. These are your new classmates Castiel Milton and Tessa McKeon. Milton, McKeon. This here," he pointed at Dean, "is Dean Winchester, the captain of the football team and probably soon-to-be senior class president. And this," his finger moved to Meg, "is Meg Masters, captain of the cheerleading squad, which you knew already McKeon." He took a pause, letting the information set in. Dean and Cas' eyes met briefly, managing a respectable few seconds hold. "Winchester."

Deans' attention shifted to Hunt. "Yes, sir?" he asked.

"I am putting you in charge of Milton. Show him around the school and to his classes. Same goes for you, Masters, with McKeon." He reached over the secretary's desk and was handed four pieces of paper. "Here are your timetables," he handed one to each student. "You have about," he raised his arm and looked at his wrist, "about five minutes before first block. That's just enough time to direct your charges," Dean, Cas, and Tessa cringed at the word choice, Meg wasn't phased, "to their first class and get yourself to your respectable classes as well before the bell rings."

The four students nodded and left the room. Once in the hall, Dean and Tessa simultaneously turned towards each other. "Heya, Tess!" Dean greeted, a slightly cocky grin on his face. This earned him a smack on the shoulder from both Cas and Tessa. "Ow! The hell was that for?" he asked, crossing his arms and rubbing both shoulders at once. He was met with two bitchfaces and a confused glance from Meg. A glare towards Tessa, though, had the petite girl giggling.

Still chuckling lightly, she walked up to Dean and gave him a loose hug, which he returned. Despite their short history with each other, they did agree to still be friends after all. "Hey, Dean," she said into his shoulder, her own still shaking slightly.

Meanwhile, Meg was eying Cas up like he was her next meal. Cas, however, either didn't notice or was pretending not to notice. Something clenched painfully in Deans' stomach at the look on Megs' face. Tessa, thankfully, dropped the hug after only a few seconds. She stepped back and turned towards Meg. "Shall we get going?" she asked, swinging her backpack over her shoulder. Meg nodded and they left, leaving Dean and Cas alone.

Once they were out of eyesight, the two boys locked eyes again. Deans' face broke into a face splitting grin, mirrored by Cas. They closed the short distance between them and hugged tightly. It might have only been less than twelve hours since they last saw each other, but it was twelve hours too long in Deans' opinion.

They broke apart sooner than they wanted, in fear of being noticed by a random passerby. "So, Cas. Looks like your stuck with my ugly mug for the day!" he exclaimed.

Cas glared at him, his blue eyes hard. "On the contrary, Dean, I don't find you to be unattractive at all."

Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "Jesus, Cas. It's just an expression."

He expected an eye roll, or at least for Cas' expression to harden. What he didn't expect, was for Cas to start laughing and shaking his head, a fond smile gracing his face. "I'm joking, Dean."

Dean rubbed his chest. "Ow, Cas. I'm hurt," he said, then childishly stuck his tongue out. He clapped his hands. "Anyway. Let's see what our first class is for the day."

Pulling out their timetables, they huddled together and noticed, with identical ecstatic grins, that they shared two of their four classes, first block and third block, as well as lunch. They put their schedules in their pockets, Dean just shoving it in and Cas neatly folding it, and headed down the hall towards Mr. Merritt's Public Speaking class.

If Dean had any doubts that senior year would be great, the first day of school proved him wrong.

Mr. Steve Merritt was a strict man. He was also kind of scary looking in Deans' opinion. The rules of his classroom was simple. You don't talk without permission, you speak grammatically correct, and as long as you follow those two rules he'll treat you with respect. To Dean and Cas' relief, there weren't any football players or cheerleaders in the class. Which would have been grand and all, if it weren't for the assigned seating. Dean found himself two rows and three seats behind Cas. Ok, so maybe assigned seating wasn't all bad. At least he had view of his boyfriend, even if it was just the back of his head.

By the end of the class period, Dean and Cas learned that Merritt has two daughters, he spent Halloween in the hospital when he was eight because he got hit by a car while on his paper route, he is the girls softball and tennis coach, and he has a sarcastic sense of humor. Deans' lesson of the day: don't judge a book by it's cover. Merritt had the whole class in tears from laughing so hard.

Second block of the day found Dean escorting Cas to the health class room. He made sure to take the long way so that he could point out the cafeteria. After promising to meet up at lunch, Dean found his way to study hall. He spent the next hour and a half sitting in a silent room with ten other people, trying not to fall asleep, while the teacher/supervisor of the period sat at a desk on her computer. Dean decided he didn't really like Mrs. Maldonado as much as Mr. Merritt and found himself wishing he was listening to another one of the male teachers' story.

Deans' favorite part of the school day was always lunch. Kansas school district made sure that everyone ate while under their care, so regardless of your parents' income, you received free lunch.

Once the bell rang signaling the end of second block, Dean made his way as fast as he could to the lunch room. After waiting in line for what felt like forever, Dean found an empty table and started eating. A few minutes later, Dean jumped as a lunch tray was dropped carelessly on the table across from him. Jo seated herself and dug in. Dean smirked, as a mental image of a caveman came to mind. Before he could comment, though, Cas gracefully placed his own tray down and sat next to Dean. His attention was momentarily distracted by the blue eyed man.

"Joanna, your mother would be ashamed if she saw your table manners," Cas commented. Jo stuck out her tongue in response.

She managed to swallow most of the food in her mouth, proving she had a small amount of table etiquette, before she spoke. "So tell me. How horrible are your schedules this semester?" she asked, before proceeding to shovel more food into her mouth.

"Well, first block is Public Speaking with Merritt. Man, that man is hilarious!" Dean and Cas caught each others eye, silently chuckling as Merritt's Halloween story made it's way to the forefront of their memory again.

"I have health with Mr. Levitsky for second block," Cas continued.

Jo swallowed thickly. "That man is gorgeous! First block I have physics with Leonard. Did you know that he celebrated his thirteenth birthday last year?" she asked. Cas gave her a confused look. Understandable, really. How could a high school teacher only be thirteen, after all? "He was born on February 29th, so technically he's only thirteen, since that's how many actual birthdays he's had. Really, though, he's, what? 52?" She nodded at herself, obviously proud at her quick math. She shook her head. "Anyway," she continued, "first block is Leonard. Second block is Trig with Madara."

Dean nodded his head. "Yeah. Madara's cool. I have him homeroom."

Jo stopped stuffing her mouth for a second. "So Merritt first block. Who do you have second block, Dean?"

"Study Hall with Maldonado."

At this, Jo snorted. Luckily she didn't have any food in her mouth, otherwise it would have been a painful snort. "All that means is that you have an extra hour and a half to do the homework you should have done the night before."

"Damn straight," he said with a cocky grin.

Cas paused with a his fork half way to his mouth. "Dean, you really should care more about your school work. That's not the purpose of study hall."

"Why should I? It's not like I'm going to college!"

Jo had a panicked look on her face. She didn't know that Cas knew Dean was going in the Army.

"That's besides the point, Dean. The military has an excellent college program for it's soldiers," Cas said quietly.

Dean could have laughed at the shocked expression on Jo's face, but it quickly turned into a death glare that Ellen would be proud of. "He knows?" she hissed.

Dean cringed. He sent a furtive look towards Cas. "Uh, yeah. It sort of came up the other night."

"He knows and you didn't think that maybe you should have mentioned it to me?"

"Look, Jo, I'm sorry, ok? I forgot I told him. I've had other stuff on my mind." Which, in all honestly, was the truth. Before she could complain farther, the bell rang. With another glare at Dean that simply said 'we're talking about this later', the trio stood up and dumped their trays, ready for the day to be finished.

Health with Mr. Levitsky was nothing special to Dean. Levitsky was one of those teachers that had all the schoolgirls drooling, and in some cases, coming, in their seats. Dean never understood what they all saw in the gym and health teacher. The duration of the hour and a half class was spent with the typical introductions of the students, those stupid note cards where you tell one interesting thing about yourself and an emergency contact, and a brief overview on the curriculum. Each year it was the same syllabus. Health, sex, eating disorders, you name it. To say that Dean was relieved to hear the bell ring is an understatement.

It was finally last block, pre-calc with Mrs. Hudock. Mrs. Hudock, like Madara, was a joy to be around. Dean thought himself lucky to have two amazing people to begin and end his school days. Mrs. Hudock was a plump woman in her forties, with two daughters and a son. She was also head of the drama department. The first weekend of every March the drama club did a play, usually a music of some sort, that they spent three months working hard to perfect.

The best part about having Mrs. Hudock's class at the end of the day was that there weren't any assigned seats, so Dean got to sit next to Cas. Even though there were fellow teammates and cheerleaders in this class, Dean and Cas could pretend that the jock was sitting next to the new kid in hopes of doing better in the class. There was almost never time for free talking the first half of the class. The second half was always spent working on problems specific to that days lesson, so if Dean and Cas happened to be caught talking to each other, it would be in regards to a math problem. Dean wasn't going to lie, he sometimes had a hard time understanding math.

The first day of senior year was probably one of Deans' favorite days of school. Ever. With Jo finally having her own vehicle, Dean didn't have to worry about Sam waiting for football practice to finish. Which is why, come five in the afternoon, Dean found himself driving to Ellen's house by himself. Ellen always held dinner at her house after the first day of school, wanting the ins and outs of what the new year had to offer.

By seven that night, Dean and Sam were driving home. John was passed out on the sofa, surprise surprise, when they walked through the door. Sam made his way up to his room, probably to organize his backpack or something because he's just that much of a nerd. Dean spent the next half hour filling out the packets both of them received earlier that day. Dean entered Sam's room without knocking, dropped his packet on the younger boys' desk, then left for his own room where he collapsed on his bed and fell asleep within minutes.

The next few weeks passed in a very similar way. The first two Saturdays of the year were football scrimmages, which Dean was proud to say they won. His nerves, however, weren't prepared for the first game. He found himself in the busy locker room, dressed in full gear, with his hands shaking, while the coach gave the pregame speech. This was the first game that the school would be attending, the first game Cas would be attending.

With Deans' busy schedule, the boyfriends haven't had the chance to really hang out outside of school. He figured part of the reason he was so nervous was due to the fact that Cas could have his attention set solely on Dean for the first time in weeks and not have to worry about being criticized for it.

Before he knew it, the team was out on the field, and two and a half hours later, Lawrence High was celebrating their first victory of the school year. After getting changed in the locker room, he made his way to the Impala. Sam, Jo, Cas, Bobby, and Ellen were all there, waiting to congratulate him on a job well done. He was passed from person to person, receiving hugs and a kiss on the cheek from Ellen. They went out for a celebratory lunch at the Roadhouse, on the house.

Dean had a hard time keeping his eyes off of Cas. This was, after the first time in weeks that they have spent in each others' company outside of school. A half hour passed. Everyone finished eating and were just enjoying the soft playing of the music that filled the room.

Dean decided that he had waited long enough. He walked across the room and joined Cas, Jo, and Sam, who were huddled together around a table conversing. "Hey, Cas," he broke in.

Cas looked up, his eyes shining bright when they found Dean in front of him. "Hello, Dean. Congratulations again."

"Thanks, man. Hey, did you understand what we were doing in Hudock's class yesterday?" Cas gave him a look, as if saying 'of course I did Dean'. Dean rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I couldn't quite grasp the concept of the equations, and I haven't had the chance to start the homework." This was a lie. Dean, for once, did understand what they were doing in class. "Do you think you could come by and help me out with it?"

Cas hesitated for a moment. "Uh, sure. When did you want me to come by."

"I was kind of hoping right now, if possible. I would rather get it done and out of the way as soon as possible, ya know?"

Cas took a moment to think it through. After what felt like too long, he nodded. "Sure."

"Great." His hand landed on Cas' shoulder. A shiver went up his arm at the first contact they've had since the morning before school started. "Thanks man. I owe you one."

Dean flopped on his bed, not caring that Cas was staring at him as if he had a second head. John left for Oklahoma a few days ago. Apparently, when his parents are sick he'll drop whatever he was doing to go to their aid. If only he would do the same for his children. However, Dean was grateful for his father's absence. It meant that he and Cas were truly alone without fear of interruption.

"Dean, I thought you said you needed help with our math homework."

Dean lifted his head off his pillow and looked at Cas. He smirked, dropped his head, and shrugged. "I lied."

"Deeeeaan!" Cas whined. Dean swore he heard a foot stomp as well.

He sat up and faced his boyfriend, eyebrow cocked and smirk firmly in place. "Did you just whine?" he chuckled.

"No?" Cas crossed his arms.

"Stop acting like an overgrown child." He chuckled again. "So, tell me, Cas. If we don't have any work to do, and everyone is at the Roadhouse, minus my dad, who is in a different state, what ever shall we do?"

Cas started to chew his lower lip. If Dean didn't know any better, he would say Cas was nervous. He held out his arms in Cas' direction. When Cas didn't make any indication that he was going to move, Dean stood up and walked towards the shorter man. "Come here," he said, before wrapping his arms around Cas. Cas leaned into the hug and nuzzled Deans' neck. He laid his head on top of Cas'. "I've missed you," he mumbled into the dark hair.

Cas leaned back far enough to look Dean in the eye. "We see each other in school everyday, Dean," he stated confusedly. Deans' eyes softened, a small fond smile graced his features.

"Yes. But, this is the first time we've been alone in a while, Cas. I've missed you," he repeated. One of his hands lifted to the back of Cas' neck, gently pulling him in. The kiss was soft. There was no need to rush it this time. He broke the kiss after a few short seconds. "Why are you so quiet, Cas?" he asked. He saw and heard the quiet gulp that answered his question.

He backed away, missing the warmth of Cas' body instantly, and walked towards the radio on his nightstand. He pressed the button to turn it on and made his way back to Cas' warm embrace, as the iconic song from the movie 'Ghost' drifted lightly out of the speakers. One arm wrapped around Cas' waist, hand splayed on Cas' lower back, thumb rubbing soothing circles. His other hand loosely gripped one of Cas'. Cas moved his free arm up, resting his hand on Deans' shoulder. Dean bent his head, nuzzled the soft skin and hair at Cas' ear, before he quietly started to sing. "Oh, my love, my darling. I've hungered," the hand holding Cas' slowly freed itself, "for your touch." His fingers lightly ghosted up and down Cas' arm. "Alone, lonely time. And time goes by so slowly." His fingers moved down Cas' side, a hot trail leading to his waist. "And time can do so much. Are you," he grabbed both hips and pulled them towards him, "still mine?"

Cas' arms were wrapped around Deans' neck. They stood in the middle of Deans' room, holding each other, while the music continued to play. "I need your love. I need your love. God speed your love to me! Lonely rivers flow. To the sea, to the sea. To the open arms of the sea! Lonely rivers sigh. 'Wait for me, wait for me.
I'll be coming home, wait for me!'"

Dean held Cas' face in his hands, gentle circles being caressed in his cheeks. As the song began to repeat itself, Dean lowered his head, placing a soft, yet passionate kiss to the other mans' lips. The song was all but a blur in the background. Cas' light hands pushed Deans' plaid over-shirt off his shoulders. They broke apart as it fell to the floor. Taking turns, they pulled the others' shirt over their heads before their lips met in the middle again. Deans' calloused fingers pulled Cas closer, bare skin finally touching bare skin after far to long, as Cas gasped into Deans' mouth.

He started stepping backwards, keeping Cas' now flushed body against his own. When the back of his legs hit the edge of his bed, he slowly turned them around and laid Cas atop the blankets. Breaking the kiss, his lips outlined Cas' jaw with gentle pecks, slowly working his way down the other mans' neck. Meanwhile, his hands were inching their way towards the waistband of Cas' jeans. Fingers ghosted over the smooth, toned stomach beneath him. His lips found one of Cas' nipples, tongue flicking out to tease the tender flesh. Fingers fumbled eagerly with the button on Cas' pants.

Dean wanted this to last, wanted to make Cas feel good. Ever since Cas' confession to losing his virginity that night almost two months ago, Dean hasn't been able to get the guilty feeling to leave him. It plagued his thoughts at night, preventing his much needed sleep.

He switched his attention to the other nipple, lightly teasing it with gentle nips. The jeans and boxers slid down easily, his fingers traced light patterns down Cas' warm thighs. With Cas naked beneath him, he shifted his weight to his forearm, now resting on one side of Cas' head, and just stares and admires the relaxed face of his boyfriend.

"You are so beautiful, Cas. Fuck you're beautiful!" he whined out.

Cas whimpered. His blue eyes blown wide, leaving nothing but a thin, dark rim around his pupils. "Dean," he mewled. "Dean, please." Cas was all but begging Dean. He stood up and shimmied out of the rest of his clothing. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom while Cas repositioned himself to the middle of the bed. He took another moment to admire the view in front of him.

Cas. Castiel Milton. Who always knew what to say. Always walk around with confidence. The very same Cas, was laying there, spread out on Deans' bed, cock fully erect, leaving a cum trail against his stomach, with the neediest look on his face. The faint glow of sunlight shining through his window hit Cas' body perfectly, and yeah, Cas really was beautiful, with his slim runners body and messy dark hair.

Dean mounted the bed and slicked three fingers with the lube. He positioned his fingers at Cas' entrance, using one finger to rub the soft muscle down there. Cas' body arched at the contact. Dean brought his head forward for a kiss, as the finger breached Cas' hole. Cas moaned into the kiss, the sound going straight to Deans' cock. They fell into a rhythm of soft kisses and slow movements, their bodies sliding perfectly against each other, sweat slick dicks rubbing smoothly. Gradually, one finger became two, which then became three. After only minutes, Cas was a limp sweaty mess, begging for Dean to fill him.

Dean pulled back and removed his fingers. Cas whimpered at the lost of contact. After he wrapped and lubed himself, he repositioned over Cas, one hand lining his hard cock against Cas ass, the other next to Cas' head and holding the majority of his weight. He leaned down and rested his forehead against Cas'. Lust filled blue eyes shown bright in the soft glow of the room. Green connected with blue as Dean pushed in, feeling whole for the first time in weeks. A soft gasp left Cas' lips. His hands gripped Deans' shoulders, sure to leave finger shaped bruises.

"Fu-uck, Cas! You're so fucking tight!"

Just like that, the slow and gentle pace that Dean had been moving with the past ten minutes disappeared. Pulling out until just the tip of his dick was inserted, he thrust forward and slammed into Cas' ass to the hilt, a grunt escaping his parted lips. He lifted one of Cas' legs, draping it over a shoulder, before pulling back and thrusting back in. Cas' hands clenched the blanket, his body quivered as Dean continues the assault on Cas' body, hitting his prostate with ever thrust forward. It didn't take long before Cas was coming with Deans' name on his lips, painting both stomachs with white come. Three more thrusts had Dean following with a silent scream shortly after.

His head fell on Cas' shoulder, panting hard as he tried desperately to catch his breath. Cas' leg slid down Deans' sweating arm, breathing just as hard. A chuckle escaped his lips, causing Dean to lift his heavy head up in surprise. Cas had a dazed look on his face, but the smile he sent Deans' way was full of wonder. Dean felt his own lips twitch, before breaking out in laughter. He rolled onto his side, dick pulling out of Cas with a soft 'pop', and draped his arm around Cas' waist.

They laid like that, Cas on his back and Dean on his side, cuddled up to Cas, for a few minutes. Slowly, they began to take notice of their surroundings as the music from the radio played quietly beside them. Dean recognized the song as one of those boy bands that Jo listens to all the time. He laid there in contentment for a moment and listened to the lyrics, humming along with the tune. "I'll give you every thing I can. I'll build your dreams with these two hands. We'll hang some memories on the wall. And when (and when), just the two of us are there. You won't have to ask if I still care. 'Cause as time turns the page. My love won't ever age at all."

Cas broke the silence with gentle laughter. "I'd never have pegged you as the soft, romantic type Dean," he snickered.

He hid his head in Cas' shoulder, causing his words to come out muffled. "You shuddup," he mumbled. This caused another laughing fit from Cas, which earned him a playful smack on his stomach. His hand came back sticky. Dean lifted his head up, a confused and disgusted look on his scrunched up face. Oh, yeah, Dean thought, realizing why his hand was sticky as he remembered what they just finished doing.

He got up and walked out of the room, walking back in a few minutes later with a wet washed cloth in hand. He wiped Cas down, pecking his lips teasingly, before shifting his attention to himself. Satisfied with the quick clean up, he tossed the used washcloth across the room, turned the radio off- noticing how late it had gotten, then focused his attention back to Cas.

Dean looked his boyfriend's body up and down. He could spend the rest of his life looking at the man in front of him. Deep blue eyes stared up behind thick eyelashes. With a heavy sigh, Dean lent forward to press a closed mouth kiss to Cas' forehead before climbing off the bed.

"What's wrong?" Cas asked, confusion evident on his face.

"As awesome as that just was, and I mean it, that was the best sex I've ever had, Cas." He gave Cas a lazy smile before searching for his clothes. "But as awesome as it was, and no matter how much I just want to lay back down and forget about everything in the world," he paused to pull his shirt over his head. "We have to get back to the Roadhouse," he said while pulling his pants on. He heard Cas whimper.

"But I don't want to," he groaned, pulling a pillow over his head.

Dean shook his head and laughed. He walked over, jeans in hand, and tapped Cas' exposed ass. "Come on, angel, get up."

He saw Cas pull the pillow off his face, eyebrow cocked. "Angel?" he inquired.

Dean shrugged. "Because of your name. You don't like it?" he asked, uncertainly. Cas smirked in reply, but there was a faint hint of fond amusement in his eyes. He leaned down to grab the few pieces of Cas' clothes that were next to his feet, dropped them on the bed next to him, and walked across the room. He heard Cas sigh behind him and the sound of the sheets moving as Cas stood up. Slowly, they got dressed, sneaking kissing back and forth. Before long, though, they were back in the Impala, goofy smiles on their faces despite the fact they were no longer snuggled in bed.

Their lives progressed much as it did before that first Saturday game. Dean and Cas would only see each other during school, at the occasional dinner at Ellens' house, and of course after a football game. Every Saturday was a football game, and with the combined effort of Dean, as captain, Coach Armstrong, and of course the rest of the team, the Lawrence high school football team were undefeated.

John came back a few days after that Saturday. Parents no longer in need of his help, the eldest Winchester went back to his usual activities; working at the garage and drinking when he wasn't under a vehicle. Dean worked from opening to closing every Sunday, even though he was still under aged for the next few months. Bobby and Ellen helped as much as they could, lending the boys money when they no longer had enough food in the house.

Despite their busy schedules, they had a handful of days they cherished. Sam recently started going over to Jess' house for study dates. Jessica was a pretty little blonde with wide vibrant eyes. Dean approved of her the first time they met. It was a rainy afternoon, Dean just finished practice, and he had to pick Sam up from the town library. He watched from the dry safety of the Impala as Sam ran sideways over to the car, a finger held up in her direction. After asking if they could give her a ride home and a nod in Jess' direction, the two young teenagers climbed into the leather back seats.

They only had sex one other time after the first Saturday. Practice had finished early that day. Sam was at Jess' house studying again, so Dean drove over the the Harvelle's. Seconds after he knocked on the door, Cas threw it opened and pulled him inside. His lips were on Deans' before the door clicked shut. A quick 'Jo is at a friends' house' is all Dean needed to know. They had the house to themselves. It was a quick, rushed ten minutes, but it left them with a smile on their face the rest of the week.

September turned into October, and before they knew it, it was Halloween. Halloween this year fell on a Thursday, but because of the teacher in-service the next day, the annual Halloween dance was, for once, being held on the actual holiday. In honor of the occasion and the day off the next day, the football team had the next two days off, Saturday being a game. It was the end of the day. Dean was at his locker, filling his backpack with the required books for the weekend, when he was surrounded by bodies on either side of him. He rolled his eyes before slamming his locker shut, and turned to his right. The top of Jo's head bobbed in his view. He looked down, for she was a good six inches shorter than him, to see excitement in her wide hazel eyes. His face broke into a huge smile before he turned his head to glance behind him at his boyfriend. They shared a look before he shook his head and walked away.

He managed to get a few feet away from them before Jo ran up behind him and jumped on his back, nearly knocking them both to the ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist and an arm slung across his chest.

"Deeeeeeaaaaan!" she yelled out, fist pumping the air and breathless from her excitement. The few students left in the hallway halted their conversations for a second, attention on the three friends, before shaking their heads and ignoring them altogether. "This year we are definitely winning the costume competition!"

He clawed at her hand, trying to release her death grip on his shirt. Beside him, Cas shook with silent laughter. He sent a glare at his blue eyed boyfriend. "You're not helping, Cas!" he grumbled.

She jumped off his back before hopping out in front of him and, after grabbing each of the boy's hands, pulled them down the hall. Once outside, they stopped at the Impala. Jo waved her finger in Deans' face, a menacing expression on her own. "You better go straight to my house after grabbing Sam."

He held up his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok. Pick Sammy up, grab his costume from the house, drop him off at Jess', and then go to your house. I got it," he rambled in a single breath. Jo gets scary when she gets excited.

The three friends climbed into their respective cars, Dean in 'Baby' and Jo and Cas in Jo's car, and went their separate ways. After doing exactly what he told Jo he would do, he walked into the Harvelles' house, not bothering to knock.

"Jo! Cas! I'm here!" he called out.

Jo came running down the stairs, dressed in sweats with her hair pulled back in a neat, perfect bun. She pointed a shimmery gold-green nail at him. "You. Upstairs to your and Cas' room," Dean's stomach did a little happy flip at the sound of that, "and get dressed. I'm doing Cas' make-up right now. When you're done, knock three times on the bathroom door, but do not come in. I swear to God, Winchester, if you come in without permission I will personally kill you."

He smiled and saluted with his free hand. "Yes, ma'am!"

After making his way to the room, he dropped his backpack and clothes filled duffel on the floor, then laid the costume bag across the bed. He unzipped the costume bag and pulled the pieces of garment from it, before proceeding to undress himself. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he turned towards the bed and groaned. He forgot about the tights. The fucking tights! Grumbling under his breath, he grab the wretched dark green thing and pulled them on. Yep, definitely tight.

Once he felt his pride was wounded enough, he sat on the edge of the bed and slipped on the green ankle slippers that came with the costume. At least they were soft on his feet. He sighed deeply before reaching for the long sleeved tan shirt from his duffel. Like hell we was going out in this cold weather and not wear long sleeves. After pulling on the form fitting shirt, he slid the pale green tunic over his head, wrapped the brown string belt around his waist, and slipped the fake daggers' sheath through the string before tying a tight knot just below and to the left of his navel.

Of all the costumes he has had to endure for Jo, this is, by far, the girliest feeling one. He stood from the bed, grabbed the hat from the atop the comforter, and stomped out of the room.

In fear for his life, he knocked three times, as instructed, on the bathroom door. He heard low voices from behind the wood and objects being thrown in a box. Jo slipped out after a few seconds, blonde hair sprayed back and glittery. Through the crack in the door, for Jo had to open it farther than normal as to not mess up her shiny wings, Dean caught a glimpse of black.

He looked back at Jo and knew he had been caught. For the past few weeks, Dean has been trying to get even the tiniest hint of what his boyfriend was dressing up as, but had no success. He gave Jo a sheepish look, which earned him an eye roll and then a slap on the arm, in that order. She grabbed his arm, the same one that was just slapped, and dragged him back to the bedroom.

In the light of the bedroom, since the hallway was dimmer, Dean got a better look at Jo's costume. It was the same green as the tunic he currently wore, strapless and curved at the top, accentuating her breasts, and short. Very short and cut triangular at the bottom, almost like really big leaves. The back of the dress curved down to the small of her back. Beneath the dress she wore a see through mesh that covered her arms, shoulders, and back, which the wings were sown into. Nude tights and light green slippers with a big white cotton ball on top completed the look. Her face was currently make-up free.

She pulled the chair from Cas' desk in front of the only mirror in the room. "Sit," she instructed, pointing to the chair, as if it weren't obvious that was the preferred location. He did as she said. She knelt in front of him, placing the box he hadn't noticed she held, beside her.

"You better not paint me like a french whore," he grumbled, glare firmly in place. She waved him off. They sat in silence, Dean keeping his face relaxed and eyes closed. He felt the tell tale sign of concealer being rubbed around his face and neck with a sponge. Don't judge him. Halloween with Jo meant make-up, no questions about it. She replaced the sponge with her hands, evening it out. A brush was swept across his cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin. He felt her take the brush away from his face, just to feel another one replace it seconds later. Sticky lipstick was next, dabbed onto his bottom lip. He didn't have to be told to rub his lips together, and, as if on cue, he parted them slightly to have a folded napkin inserted along its crease. To Deans' displeasure, she finally applied the eye shadow. He hated eye shadow. It was the hardest thing to get off your face. All in all, the process only took about five minutes.

The lack of body heat told him she moved away. He cautiously opened his eyes, as if afraid the make-up had a mind of it's own and would further attack him. He sighed in relief when he saw Jo standing in front of the mirror, applying her own make-up. Curiosity got the better of him. He stood up and walked to her side, looking into the mirror to see what horror he was faced with this year. He almost yelped in fear when he saw his face. Paler than usual, various shades of green eye shadow, and was that glitter?

He glared at her. "You put glitter on me?!" he exclaimed. "Glitter?!"

Her own glare reflected in the mirror. "Oh, hush!" she said. He had the feeling, were her hands currently not occupied with her own make-up, that she would have waved him off again.

Jo's make-up took a few minutes longer to apply, considering it's apparently easier to perfectly paint someone else's face. Finished, she dropped the eye shadow in the make-up box before she turned towards him, snatched the hat he forgot was clutched in his hands, and shoved it on his head. With a nod of approval, she marched out the room. Dean closed his eyes, breathed deeply, then followed her out.

Down the hall, Jo was talking quietly through the door to Cas. When he got close enough to hear formed words, Jo looked up and spotted him. "We'll be downstairs, so come on down when you're ready." She grabbed Deans' arm and led him down the steps.

Five minutes later, Dean and Jo heard the squeaky step at the top of the stairs. Heads turned to the door of the living room, they waited patiently, sort of, for Cas to make his appearance. Dean felt his jaw drop when he caught sight of his boyfriend.

There wasn't a single piece of Cas' smooth, silky pale skin showing. His face was painted black, with a lighter, gray color making marks around his eyes and on his cheeks. His nose was the same color gray, though a little shiny, probably Jo's doing. He wore skin tight black tights and a skin tight turtleneck. He had soft black ankle slippers, similar to Deans' own green pair, and black cloth gloves. To top it all off, he had black cat ears perched on his head and, once he turned around at Jo's request, a freaking tail!

Dean felt Jo's gaze burning a hole in the side of his head. Two fingers pushed gently under his chin, and that was when he noticed that his mouth was still hanging open. Shaking himself out of his daze, his eyes connected to Cas'. With all the black and the gray on his face, the blue of Cas' eyes seemed brighter, bluer even. Then the fucker did his head tilt thing.

His hands lifted of their own accord and came together. Then separated. Then came together again. And again. And again. A smile broke out on his face, splitting it in two with it's intensity, and a laugh erupted from his throat, as his hands continued to come together in a slow, dramatic, applause, and his head shook back and forth. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, and somehow he had enough sense to fight them back. If he let anything ruin the make-up, Jo would kill him.

Cas narrowed his eyes in confusion, before turning frighten eyes in Jo's direction. "I think I broke him." Then a deep chuckle burst from his lips, soon joined by Jo's own laughter. Dean couldn't find it in him to care that they were laughing at him. Jo purely in amusement, while Cas' had a hint of fondness mix in his. Dean couldn't find himself to care, because in a few months from now, he will look back at this moment. This moment, where the three teenagers stood in Ellens' living room, wearing tights, and ridiculous make-up, glitter in Jo and Deans' cases, and laughing like maniacs. It was this moment right here, when Dean unknowingly fell in love with his dorky, blue eyed, cat-like angel. And Dean wouldn't trade anything in the world to keep it like this.

The Halloween dance was as loud as ever. Dean and Jo's costumes were definitely some of the best there. To Deans' relief, none of his classmates made fun of the fact that he was wearing tights, or if they did it was behind his back when he couldn't hear. Cas was an automatic hit with all the girls, specifically Meg. When ever Cas was away from Dean or Jo, Meg found her way to his side. Every caress of the arm or whisper in his ear caused Dean to see red. Of course she didn't know that Cas wasn't interested, but he wasn't helping his case any. Every time a flirtation was sent his way, he would answer with his damn head tilt thing he does. Jo found it hilarious, watching all the popular girls pine over a gay guy. Dean, though, suspected that Cas was deliberately acting this way, if the smirk in those blue eyes were any indication.

A hour and a half into the dance, the dj cut 'Thriller' off, much to everyone's annoyance. Either you were dancing the dance from the video, or you were watching with amusement while most of the people tripped over their feet or collided with one another. The annoyance rapidly turned into anticipation, as the current class president pulled out note cards. Next to Dean, Jo was shaking with nerves, worrying her bottom lip to the point of bleeding.

The first category called out was individual best costume. Cas and Tessa, who both happen to come dressed as cats, won this category. They each received a round of applause, and even though he couldn't see the blush beneath all that black make-up, Cas' sheepish look was more than enough to get the girls wild.

With bated breath, the gymnasium was silent. Jo bounced up and down from her nerves, fingers and arms crossed.

"And the winner for this years best pairing couple... Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell!"

Jo jumped up and down, a loud shriek escaped her lips. Sure, Dean was embarrassed to have to wear tights and glitter, but the look on Jo's face was worth ever snicker and remark he received that night.

After the dance, they went back to the Harvelles'. Sam was already there, picked up by Bobby when it got too late for trick-or-treating. Cas was gawked at with awe, while Sam cried from laughing too hard at the glitter on Deans' face. Frustrated, he stormed up the stairs, calling first dibs on the shower.

By means of scrubbing his face with Jo's face wash, Dean managed to get every last bit of eye shadow off his face, a feat he was quite proud of, thank you very much.

With the intense amount of black make-up on Cas' face, he ended up getting in the shower second. It took Cas nearly twice as long as Dean to wash his face. Dean, meanwhile, was laying in bed snuggled warmly under the thick comforter. This was the first night since school started that Dean and Sam managed to spend the night at Ellen's.

Cas entered the room shortly before eleven, rubbing vigorously at his head with his towel. Deans' back was turned towards the door, his chest rose slowly, body emitting soft snores. Cas shook his head, a loving smile on his face. He tossed the towel to the side, turned the light off and climbed under the covers beside Dean. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to the other mans' forehead, before snuggling into his boyfriend's warm embrace.

The next day was spent lying around the house playing games and movies. Basically, doing nothing the whole day. That is, at least, what they were doing until just after lunch when Ellen threw each of their backpacks at them. They then proceeded to do their homework, each of them finishing somewhere around dinner.

After dinner, Dean and Sam managed to annoy Ellen long enough to agree to let them stay another night. Once again, Dean was passed out before Cas got into the room. At eight the next morning, Dean was downstairs eating cereal before the game. He tried to get the thoughts out of his head about what day it was and just tried to focus on the game less than two hours away.

Those two hours flew, and before Dean knew it, the game was over and Lawrence was still undefeated. After his shower, the team received their instructions from coach Armstrong about the new months' practices and games, then they were sent their own way.

Sam, Cas, and Jo were waiting for Dean outside the locker room door. Once the congratulations hugs were delivered, the headed to their vehicles. Cas and Jo followed closely behind Dean and Sam, as the Winchester brothers led the way to the cemetery.

Today was November second. Mary Winchester has been dead exactly thirteen years. Since her untimely death, Ellen and Bobby would take Sam, Jo, and Dean to visit her grave at least once a year. Once Dean passed his driver's test three years ago, however, he has replaced Bobby and Ellen on driving duty, and has taken them to the grave site from that day on.

They parked the cars and walked between gravestones, searching for the one with smooth granite and a porcelain guardian angel. Dean knew his way around the cemetery the best, having been the one who visited the most. It was only two short months since his last visit to see his mother. Most improvised visits made by the eldest Winchester son was used as any other visit. Complain about John, boast about Sammy, and ask for forgiveness. That visit two weeks ago, however, was life changing. Dean sent a furtive looks towards his right, hungrily absorbing the shape and outline of Cas' face.

The four teenagers stopped, circling around the grave. Jo stepped forward first and knelt. She was only three when Mary died, but there were few, blurry memories that she held dear.

"Hey, Aunt Mary. We miss you down here. I wish we had more time to spend together. Schools' good. Me and Dean finally won the Halloween costume competition at school. Uncle John is, well, he hasn't changed much. Promise me you're still looking out for us? Love you, Aunt Mary." she brought her fingers to her lips, then pressed them to the stone in front of her.

After Jo stood up, Sam moved forward and position himself in the same spot. "Hey, Mom. It's me, Sammy. I graduate eighth grade this year. Wish you could be there, but I know you will no matter what. You're always here with us, I can feel it. I met this girl in my science class. Her name's Jessica. You would like her. She kind of reminds me of you. Caring, happy, energetic. She's blonde too. I wish I had the chance to know you, but I love you no matter what. Maybe one day soon I can bring Jess to meet you. I really like her. I love you, Mom." He repeated Jo's actions, kissing his fingers and pressing them to the gravestone.

Dean stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and wrapped an arm around Sams' shoulders, squeezing tightly. "Hey, Mom." He picked up the angel with his free hand and stared down at it. For the first time in years, Dean took the time to actually look at the figurine, and saw each individual part of the angel, the colors standing out instead of blurring into a solid object to just hold. Pale blue eyes, brown hair, and wings the color of sand. If it weren't for the fact that the statue was made before either he or Cas was born, and the fact that it's not the exact colors, Dean would have sworn he was holding a miniature version of Cas. His arm unraveled from Sams' shoulders as the younger teen stood up. Dean kept his gaze on the statues' face, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He shifted his gaze to the head stone and touched it with the fingertips of his free hand. "I guess I really do have an angel looking after me, huh Mom?" He tugged at his throat and tried to clear it. "So, um, I guess, thanks? You know, for that advice you gave me a couple months ago. I appreciate it, Mom. I love you." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the stone, before standing up and joining the others.

Cas was the only one to stay in the same position the whole time there. He stood stock still, gaze in the direction of the granite. When Dean joined the group again, he wrapped his arms around Sam and Jo's shoulders, bringing them in for a three person hug. He looked over the two heads and saw Cas' tensed stance. "Hey, Cas. You alright, man?" he asked.

Cas looked up, finally breaking out of whatever trance he appeared to be in. He gave Dean a tight lipped, small smile and nodded slightly. Dean gave him a soft smile in return. The thing is, Cas didn't have to come today, even though he and Dean are dating. When he told Cas as much a week ago, Cas flat out refused not to join them. Just the thought of the memory made Deans' stomach flip. He jerked his head in the general direction of parking lot, indicating it was time to go.

Sam and Jo felt the head jerk above them and loosened the hug. The three started to walk in a comfortable silence, still wrapped up together. Deans' arms slung around their shoulders, with an arm each across Deans' back. He felt, rather than saw or heard, the lack of Cas' presence behind them. Dean stopped and looked behind him, only to feel his eyes widen and jaw slack. Cas was knelt in front of Mary's gravestone, out of hearing distance from them, with the angel statues rolling between his hands, similar to Deans' usual habit when he'd visit.

Cas finished talking to the gravestone a minute later, placed the statue back down carefully, then repeated Sam and Jo's gesture from earlier; fingers to the lips then pressed to the stone. He stood up and was met with three sets of shocked and astonished faces. He blushed sheepishly, a small smile graced his face. Three shocked faces turned into looks of acceptance. Cas met up with them, and the four of them headed back to the cars and back home.

Notes:

Soooo... I hope I don't have too many angry readers right now. I know, I know, it's been almost two weeks since my last upload. I'm sorry... I've been at my dad's house for the past five days and nights and it literally took all five days to write most of the chapter. I kept getting stuck on some spots, or I had to do research. I actually forgot what a seniors' class schedule looked like. I'm pretty sure I ended up giving Dean my schedule from four years ago, for the most part at least.

Because of how unoriginal I am, the teachers mentioned in this chapter, and the future chapters as well, are actual teachers from my old high school. Mr. Leonard turned 17 last year, Mr. Merritt really did have to spend Halloween in the hospital when he was eightish... And Levitsky, as well as one of the history teachers, were the heartthrobs during my four years of high school.

I'm thinking about writing a short sub-chapter in regards to what Cas was saying to Mary. What do you think? A little one to two thousand word long speaking to the dead chapter?

Let me know what you think.