Castiel's breath caught in his throat. His mouth was so dry, and he felt as if he was going to burst into flames. Hands were scaling up his sides; warm hands, calloused hands, hands that had probably never felt what lotion was. Castiel reached his hands out, tangling them in short hair. His eyes were closed, there was no way in hell he was going to open his eyes. He was too scared to, too ashamed to open his eyes and see something that he wasn't supposed to be enjoying. Castiel didn't want to feel so aroused and hot because hands of a man were touching him. That was wrong, it was so wrong. He'd been taught then, been told and had it shoved down his throat. Don't love a man like you're idiot of a brother Castiel, don't ever be a disgrace like Inias.

A moan rolled past his lips just then, bubbling up from his lungs and pushing up into his dry mouth, making the quiet room filled with noise for only a second. Castiel's back arched off the bed that was underneath him and his nails dug into the scalp of the other man. "Fuck," he breathed and he could feel a smile against his skin, making it tingle and vibrate with arousal.

"Its nice to know you like it," he heard the other voice whisper. It was so low, so full of lust, and so deep. Castiel shivered and shook his head.

"I don't like it," he whispered and that earned him a chuckle and another peck of lips onto his chest, lower than the last one, aiming more toward his stomach.

"I think you do," the voice purred and then there were lips on top of his own and Castiel greedily pressed up against the other person. He let a small cry fill the inside of his mouth and he rolled his hips against the other boy. The boy Castiel was kissing broke away from him with another chuckle. "I can feel your erection Cas." Castiel's eyes shot open and he was instantly met with a forest of green leaves and branches. No man called Castiel Cas, no man except for.. Lips were on him again and his eyes were wide open as he felt another push of hips against his thighs. Dean, fuck this was Dean. He melted into the kiss, accepting it and moving his hands to wrap them around Dean's torso, his fingers digging into the Winchester's hot skin.

"Fuck Dean," he murmured and he opened his eyes again to look at the forest. Castiel let out a slight pant and stared up at his ceiling. This wasn't good, it wasn't good at all because he could feel his boxers constraining against his hard on. Castiel felt sick, absolutely sick to his stomach. He placed his hands over his face and tried to just forget about it, but it was distracting him. He wasn't supposed to think that at all, he wasn't supposed to dream about Dean kissing him, or touching him. His hands balled into fists and he clenched his jaw. "Fuck Dean," he snarled as he stood up and felt the anger boiling up inside him because of what he'd just dreamt about, he wasn't mad at Dean, he was mad at himself.


When Monday morning came around Dean had successfully failed at forgetting about what happened between Castiel and him at Ash's party. He could still feel the other's lips pressed against his even though it had been three days, he could still taste the lingering alcohol and for some reason, the impact of something sweet that Dean couldn't put his finger on. He wasn't supposed to be thinking like this. To be thinking about Castiel like this. He shook his head and slammed his locker shut, books in hand for the entire school day, which only consisted of a ratty notebook with a pen tucked in the spiral and the book he was reading for English.

Dean hadn't talked to Castiel since they agreed to not talk about their kiss and he was regretting it because if they didn't click like they used to then it was going to be a problem on the field. He was walking down the hallway when Tessa joined him and wrapped her hand around his. "So what happened Friday night?" She asked and Dean knew what she was trying to talk about but he wanted to avoid that area. She was asking about why when Castiel and Dean had returned they didn't talk or even look at each other and avoided even the slightest conversation together.

"We won the game," he stated, obvious that he was trying to talk about something else, not about him making out with his best friend till he was hard and then realizing what they were doing.

"Dean," Tessa remarked as they walked up to her English class. "Seriously? You and Cas came back to the fire pit and neither of you would look at each other. What happened?"

"Nothing Tes," Dean stated as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Can we not talk about this? I mean I have to get to class."

"I just want to know why you seemed so freaked out."

"Well Cas and I had a fight and I really don't want to talk about it okay?" Dean said with a slightly raised voice, he watched Tessa's expression change and he frowned. The Winchester shook his head and kissed her temple. "I'm sorry, I'll see you after class yeah?" She nodded and walked into her classroom. Dean watched her walk and then headed to his own first period: Biology. He walked in, sat down at the lab table that was assigned to him and leaned back in his seat. Dean closed his eyes and tried his best to just drown out the feeling of Castiel's lips. Why the hell were they so soft? They were almost like a girl's beside the fact that Dean felt the slight prickle of the other boy's stubble, the thinness of them also being odd compared to Tessa's full lips.

Suddenly Dean's ears filled with the sound of a squeaking chair and he opened his eyes to look over at his new lab partner. "I thought you had Anatomy first period?" He asked, trying to sound as casual as possible as he looked in Castiel's general direction.

"My schedule got changed," Castiel commented, not even looking at Dean, but instead studying his eyes on the board at the front of the classroom. "I have Biology first period, then English III, then Advanced Calculus." He crossed his arms over his chest, clearly annoyed by Dean's presence. Dean nodded in understanding then leaned back in his chair again. Why the fuck did we have to kiss? Why did we have to accidently touch lips and then make out? Dean thought as the class started and he watched as Castiel slipped his hand into the small bag he carried with him and slipped on some glasses. The Winchester's eyes grew wide.

"You wear glasses?" He asked and Castiel finally looked at him. Dean didn't mean to do it, but he did. His bright emerald eyes instantly met the glass covered cerulean and his felt his breath catch. Had Castiel's eyes always been that blue? So blue that they were like the sky almost but had ripples of waves crashing through tiny spirals of black holes. He'd never noticed because he'd never seen Castiel with glasses before and they just magnified his eyes to an even bigger scale.

"Only sometimes," Castiel said with a shrug as he looked back at his notebook, opening it up and starting to write notes. "I mean, I usually wear them for school because I have trouble seeing the board." Dean nodded, that made sense why he would never wear them otherwise. They looked goofy in a sense; they were thick rimmed and seemed to cover up half of his face, but didn't make him seem any less attractive. 'Wait, did I just think that?' Dean shook his head mentally and looked down at his notebook.

"Alright class," their Biology teacher started in a bright voice, her bright red hair vibrant that made her blue eyes pop. "In this specific Biology class we will be doing a number of dissections that include: worm, frog, and pig." Emerald eyes looked around the classroom and Dean noticed how some of the girls in the class wrinkled their noses. Well some girls and one boy.

Dean smirked. "What you don't want to dissect things?" He asked in a hushed voice as he watched Castiel turn to face him again. The other boy shook his head and Dean cocked a brow. "Why?" Castiel shrugged and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I just don't. I mean," he stopped and exhaled. "Past experiences with blood, I just don't like seeing guts and other things." He coughed and looked back at the board.

"What past experiences?" Castiel let out another exhale and licked his lips. Holy fuck that's ho- STOP DEAN!

"I'd rather not talk about it okay?" He looked over at Dean and for a second and Dean thought he saw something in Castiel's eyes, but it changed and he looked back up at the board. Mrs. Broton had started her lesson and Dean watched as Castiel went into class mode. The other boy had started to write down notes, every so often looking up and scrunching his nose. Dean leaned back in his chair. There was no way he was going to be taking notes, especially when he could just copy off of Castiel later.

When the class was over Castiel didn't even stay an extra second, his stuff was packed up and he was out the door in a single moment. Dean could practically feel the breeze from the other boy moving so fast. The Winchester wasn't sure if he should be concerned that maybe he didn't want to talk to Dean when it didn't pertain to class. He shook his head and stood up, deciding that he should probably meet back up with Tessa. Dean walked down the hallway, catching the tail end of Castiel's bright blue sweater vest, and eventually was back at the English room. Tessa walked over to him and smiled brightly.

"So how was class?" She asked as she leaned up to peck a kiss to his lips. Dean smiled and kissed her back before moving so that he could walk her to her own science class: Physics.

"Boring," he commented as he tangled his fingers with hers. "Although Cas has Biology with me now." He still couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Well did you guys make up?" Tessa asked as she looked over at Dean. He shrugged his shoulders in a response.

"I'm not sure," Dean said with a small purse of his lips. "I mean it was sort of a bad fight. I think he's still steaming." Or I'm still steaming, because that kiss was amazing. Dean coughed to shake his thoughts away and he stood by the science room. "Do you want to hang out after practice?" Tessa narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose.

"No, I think you should make up with Cas," she said with a slight nod of approval. "I may not know that much about football, but I do know that if all of the members of the team aren't all on the same page or getting along then they won't win." Damn, Dean you're dating a smart woman. He pouted, but nodded as well.

"Fine, I'll talk to him after practice," he said as he leaned down for one final kiss. "You know you're the smartest woman I've ever dated right?" Tessa rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Yeah I know, I have low standards," she remarked as she pushed his shoulder slightly. "I guess I just have a weak spot for guys who play sports." Dean chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"I'll see you after class," he murmured and she smiled up at him.

"Yeah, see you after class." They both parted ways, Tessa going to her Physics class and Dean walking back toward his Algebra class.

He couldn't stop his brain. The entire weekend all he could think about was Castiel's lips and he fucking hated thinking about them. They weren't even what Dean were used to. The Winchester had been with so many girls over the years, all of their lips pink and full and soft; not thin, small, and chapped like Castiel's. Dean could suppose that it wasn't really that he found the lips attractive rather that he liked what he felt when they were kissing. Pulsating vibrations every time their lips met, little sparks of electricity and strong waves of emotions. It was weird, definitely weird to kiss another man, but it was Castiel and for some reason Dean liked it. He was never interested in guys, never before did he ever think about even experimenting. Dean was always so sure of himself, so sure about every single thing he did and every action he pulled.

Dean stopped thinking right then and there. No, he wasn't even going to contemplate doing anything with Castiel. He was the one that said they should never talk about it, so why was he even thinking about it? He walked into his own math class and took his seat, trying his best to ignore the fact that Castiel was plaguing his mind more than Tessa was.


When school was over and they were finally out on the practice field Dean was very grateful because Castiel was acting normal. They were throwing passes and practicing runs and Castiel was always on the top of his game. They didn't talk though, unless they were discussing plays and players. For some reason they were flowing when it came down to the hike of the ball, but when they were just standing there, neither of them saying anything about football they were quiet.

"Are we not cool?" Dean asked, finally breaking the silence between them. He looked over at Castiel who had his arms crossed over his chest and the other boy shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know," he murmured as he looked away, his helmet was still on so Dean couldn't see the fact that Castiel was blushing. "What are we supposed to do?"

"We're supposed to act like it didn't happen," Dean stated. "I mean why haven't we talked at all today?" Castiel looked at Dean again and cocked a brow, even though Dean couldn't see it because of the helmet.

"We have talked," Castiel said as he tapped his foot anxiously. He knew that was a lie, but what was he supposed to say? When he looked at Dean he didn't want to talk, he just wanted to just sit in silence because what they did over the weekend was something that was definitely wrong. He liked it and god it tore him up inside to say that he liked it. He wasn't supposed to like it. He wasn't supposed to think about the feeling of Dean's lips on his own when he was in the shower, or when he was working on his Biology notes. Castiel is a fucking man and it made him absolutely sick to his stomach that he kept thinking about Dean like that.

"No we haven't Cas, not really," Dean said with a shake of his head. "We've talked about school and football, that's not what we did before."

"Really?" Castiel asked as he tore his helmet off, feeling somewhat furious at himself and starting to take it out on Dean. It was Dean's fault he was thinking like this. It was because it was Dean's stupid lips, and his stupid freckles. "Dean all we ever talk about it football. Name one conversation that didn't focus on anything but that." There was an edge to his voice and he watched as Dean's entire expression changed into something that could only be described as hurt.

"We talked about your wrist." Dean hissed as he quickly changed his face to one filled with anger, if Castiel wanted to get pissy Dean would too.

"Football related, you told me to see a doctor so that you wouldn't lose your center," Castiel quickly retorted as he clenched his jaw. "Because god forbid you get someone who you don't like, like Gordon or someone else." Dean ripped his helmet off too.

"Exactly Cas," he said in a slight raised voice. "I like you so why the fuck are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you," Castiel growled right back. He put his helmet on and walked away from Dean then, going over to talk to someone else that didn't seem to piss him off because of the color of his eyes.

'What the fuck?" Dean exhaled before he moved over to head the other direction. So much for making up with Castiel. Why do you always fuck up Dean? The Winchester shook his head and then he ran into Tran. "Kevin." The small running back looked up at Dean and cocked a brow.

"Yeah Dean?"

"Are you in Biology with Mrs. Broton?" He asked and Kevin removed his helmet. Damn this kid is small.

"Yeah, why?"

"Could I copy your notes of the discussion in class?" Kevin exhaled but nodded anyway.

"Its the second week of school, shouldn't you be paying attention in class?"

"I pay attention," Dean retorted and Kevin laughed.

"I bet, that's why you need my notes." Dean groaned.

"Fine I didn't but can you blame me when I have that hot chick Cassie in my class?" That was a blatant lie, Dean didn't have Cassie in his class, and also he wasn't single so there was no reason for him to look anyway.

"Watch what you say Dean, Tessa might hear." Dean waved Kevin off and then the final whistle was blown, ending practice.

"Whatever Tran, do you need a ride home?" He asked and Kevin shook his head.

"Don't you usually take Cas home?"

"Yeah well he's pissed at me, or not pissed," Dean trailed off as he looked over at Castiel, who was removing his helmet for the last time. "Or, just mad- Whatever that's not the point." He shook his head. "I'll see you tomorrow Tran."

"Yeah, I'll give you my notes tomorrow." Dean walked off the field and instantly headed for his car. He'd shower off the sweat layering his skin at home.