As the days passed and classes started again, Castiel was unable to stop thinking about the mystery guy whom he had sex with at the Halloween Party. He soon found himself staring at every guy he met in the corridors, wondering if it could be the stranger. It was frustrating that he hadn't seen the guy's face, and he felt a little paranoid that the guy could be staring at him at any moment and Castiel wouldn't even know it. His eyes roamed over every guy he saw, trying to recognize the body-build of the stranger, but there were so many guys who had a similar build. He tried looking for the amulet he had seen, but so far he'd had no luck.

He'd been unable to stop thinking about the sex he'd had with the stranger. It turned him on every time he thought about it, and it had been a pain to have to jerk off in bed whenever Samandriel wasn't around. Castiel had had to wear a scarf around his neck for three days because of the hickeys the stranger had left there, and Anna hadn't seemed totally convinced when he said his throat was just hurting.

"Okay, what's up with you?" Anna asked as they shared dinner together in the cafeteria the following Monday. "You're staring around like some paranoid, old lady. Who are you looking for?"

"Yeah, I wonder about that too," Samandriel said, sitting across from them at the table.

People were chatting and being noisy around them, and the cafeteria smelled heavily of pizza, lasagna, potatoes, and meat. There were always a few things to choose from in the cantina.

Castiel blushed a bit as his friends caught him staring around a lot. "N-Nothing. Nothing's up with me." He turned his attention back to his meat and potatoes, taking another bite. He still wore a scarf around his neck, but the hickeys were fading now.

Anna wasn't convinced. "I know you. Something's up. Is it that guy you said you were talking to at the party? Are you looking for him? If you tell us what the guy looks like, then we can let you know if we spot him."

Castiel tensed and stared at his food. "I don't know what he looks like…"

"What?! Seriously?" Samandriel blurted, stunned.

"He was dressed in a Batman costume with a mask, like so many others at the party. I never saw his face," Castiel explained, poking at his food.

Anna blinked in surprise. "Wow. That doesn't sound like you; hanging out with a guy you don't know or can't see."

"Well, he seemed… nice."

Anna stared at him for a bit until her face paled. "Oh god. You had sex with him, didn't you?"

Samandriel chocked on his water and started coughing, and Castiel turned to look at Anna in horror, mortified that she had somehow figured that out.

"What? N-No!" he denied, maybe a bit too quick.

"You totally did! That's why you're wearing that scarf! To hide the love marks."

Castiel blushed furiously and stared at his food again, too embarrassed to look at his friends. He glanced around a bit to see if anyone had heard what they were talking about, but no one was paying them much attention.

Anna still looked like she was in shock, but there was also a bit of amusement and pride on her face. "So… Was it good?" she asked, trying suppress her giggling.

Samandriel too tried not to giggle, and Castiel glared at them both.

"Yes, very. Can you please shut up now?" Castiel muttered, his face so red that he could be mistaken for a tomato.

Anna laughed out loud and patted Castiel's back proudly. "Oh my god! I'm so proud of you! You're gaining more confidence in yourself and exploring new things. That's nice."

"You sure the guy didn't secretly film you to humiliate you afterwards?" Samandriel asked, worry in his voice.

"I'm pretty sure he didn't," Castiel said, still mostly looking at his plate.

"If he had, he would have published it already and then everyone would be able to see Cas getting his pretty bum taken care of by a kind stranger," Anna cut in, giggling.

"Please stop talking about that! Someone could hear you…" Castiel chastised her, once again making sure that no one heard.

"So was he nice?" Samandriel asked, chuckling at Anna's comment.

"Yeah, he was actually very nice. There was just something about him… Like, our chemistry just matched very well."

"Hmm." Anna hummed, looking at Castiel with a smile as she observed him quietly.

Castiel noticed the way his friends were smiling at him and it made him blush again. "But it doesn't matter. I don't know who he is, anyway."

"Maybe you'll find out," Anna told him, putting a hand on his shoulder for reassurance.

Castiel wondered if she was right.

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Dean had gone back to hang out with his friends after his little encounter with Castiel on Friday night, not telling anyone where he had gone or with whom he had been.

When Dean had first laid eyes on Cas at that party, he had been unable to resist getting to know that pretty boy. It had taken him a while to gather the courage to approach Cas, but he certainly didn't regret talking to him. There was something about the other boy that just drew Dean to him, and when they had sat down and talked for two whole hours, Dean had felt strangely relaxed around him. He had never felt that way with any girl before; not even with his ex-girlfriend, Lisa. He had been unable to look away from those gorgeous, blue eyes, and he knew that he had to get a taste of those pink lips, which was why they had ended up in that classroom together. Cas was all warm, eager, and so amazingly hot that it drove Dean mad, and the sex had been the best he had ever had. All those pretty noises Castiel made when Dean fucked him were like music to his ears, and he hadn't wanted for it to stop. He had wanted to just drag the other boy with him back to his dorm room and keep him for the night, but he didn't want his roommate Benny finding out that he was into guys, or any of his other friends for that matter. He didn't think that Benny would have that much of a problem with it, but he wasn't sure.

Dean saw Castiel again the following Tuesday when he walked past him in the cantina where they both went to get some lunch. Castiel was standing a bit in front of him in the line, and Dean felt his cock twitch in his pants when he stared at him. The memories of their encounter were still fresh in his memory, and he couldn't help but let himself have a good look at the other boy's ass. He had fucked that ass just four days ago.

Castiel didn't look at him, though. He was busy picking food from the cantina and putting it on his plate. Dean stood a few feet away in the line and stared when he saw Castiel reaching for a salad and some bread to eat. A salad? Seriously? Dean shook his head at that, snorting softly.

Benny and Ash were talking about something behind Dean, but he didn't pay them much attention as he was too busy checking out Cas a few feet in front of him. His dick was getting hard by just looking at him, so Dean had to look away for a bit and try to think of something less arousing. He prayed he wouldn't run into Cas too much in the next couple of days; at least not while his memories of the sex were still so clear to him.

Castiel moved out of the line and went over to sit with his friends, and Dean forced himself not to follow him with his eyes. He quickly put a sandwich on his plate, grabbed a Sprite, and went over to find a table with Benny, Ash, and their other friends. When he passed Castiel on the way, he noticed the other boy glancing around at every male that walked by him. Dean couldn't help but smirk at that. Of course Cas would want to know who it was he had hooked up with, especially after how well they had gotten along. He felt a little sorry that he couldn't tell Cas who he was, though. Dean just wasn't ready for everyone to know yet that he wasn't as straight as they thought he was.

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After lunch break, Castiel headed towards his next class, History. It was an introduction class with students with various majors in it, and Castiel had picked it because he wanted to teach History and English someday. The History teacher – Jody Mills – was pretty nice, and she was good at teaching. She made it interesting. What Cas didn't like was that some people just wouldn't shut up during class, which was very annoying.

Castiel made sure to arrive at his class at least five minutes early, and he sat down on his usual seat on the third row. It was an auditorium-like classroom, which he kind of liked about college. He quickly got his laptop ready and watched as his classmates entered the room.

He looked up when he saw a group of guys coming in through the front door – a few of them whom he hadn't seen in that class before. There were about 200 students in there, so it wasn't unusual for Castiel to suddenly spot someone in his class whom he hadn't seen before, especially if they usually sat in the back or used the backdoor. Castiel recognized one of the guys as the one that Anna had said was called Dean.

Dean was laughing at something along with another guy, and smacked his textbook against his friend's shoulder when the guy had seemingly said something to tease or annoy him. Castiel didn't know those other guys (except for one, whom he had gone to high school with and whom he absolutely hated), but he had seen Dean hang out with them before. Dean seemed to hang out with a lot of different students and have a large network.

Castiel was sitting next to the steps that lead up to the other rows of seats, and Dean looked straight at him as he passed him. Castiel's body froze. He didn't know why, but looking at Dean's eyes sent some kind of shiver up his spine.

Dean's eyes widened and his face went strangely pale for a second before he quickly looked away and fumbled a bit with something in front of his shirt. He ascended the steps, and he and his friends seated themselves on the fifth row on the other side of the steps, so they could look over at Castiel, but Castiel couldn't see them unless he turned his head. This wasn't where they were usually seated, but one of them complained about the seats being occupied in the back, so they picked that row to sit on instead.

The teacher hadn't come inside yet, but most of the students were there.

Castiel smiled politely as a girl named Charlie seated herself next to him. They often sat next to each other in History class, and on the other side of her sat two of her female friends.

Castiel suddenly noticed a lot of snickering behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder to where Dean's friends were whispering about something. Dean himself listened in, but from the look on his face he didn't seem very interested or like he shared their opinion. The look on his face was tight and tense, but Castiel didn't pay much attention to it and decided to turn around again. That was when he was suddenly hit on the back of his head by a roll of paper. His body froze and tensed up as the guys burst out laughing.

"Hey, Fag Boy! Wanna suck cock?" one of the guys shouted, making his pals laugh even louder. Castiel recognized the voice as being Tyler's; the guy Castiel knew from high school. Tyler had been one of his worst bullies and Castiel had had a smaller panic attack when college started and he had ended up in History with him. Thankfully Tyler mostly left him alone because he usually seated himself far away from Cas, but today that obviously wasn't the case.

Castiel felt absolutely humiliated as some of the others in class laughed too, while others just glared at the guys and shook their heads at them. This was almost like high school all over again.

"Hey!" Charlie shot up from her chair, her fiery hair moving dramatically through the air as she turned around to face them. "What are you? Kindergarteners? Stop making fun of others because they are different!"

"But he's gay!" Tyler exclaimed, like it give him a right to publically humiliate Castiel.

"Well, so am I," Charlie retorted, placing her hands on her hips. "And you assholes can suck my dick or stick this up your ass if you have a problem with gays!" She flipped them the bird as she talked, gave them a hard look, and sat back down on her chair like a boss.

Everyone in the classroom laughed and cheered, and Castiel's jaw dropped at how she had told them off.

Tyler and his buddies shut up immediately, except for Dean, who was struggling to contain his snickering along with one of his friends – a guy Cas was pretty sure was called Ash.

Castiel looked at Charlie, baffled. "You're gay?" he asked, keeping his voice low.

Charlie grinned at him and nodded. "Oh yeah. Dick is definitely not my thing – neither the organ nor the teacher." Her friends laughed next to her, and Castiel too couldn't help but chuckle. Charlie nudged him a bit with her elbow. "Let's have each other's back, yeah?" She gave him a wink that made Castiel smile.

"That's a deal," Castiel replied, grinning at her.

Charlie smiled widely until Miss Jody entered the classroom, looking a little confused about all the laughing before she finally began teaching.

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A month went by and Castiel had given up on trying to find out who the stranger in the Batman costume was. He had probably passed the guy several times, but he just didn't know who it was. He wondered if the guy had even spared him a second glance when they had walked by each other in the corridor. Had he felt that connection too, or was Cas just a hole willing to be filled to him? Castiel liked to think that the stranger was just as interested in him as Castiel was in the stranger, but what did that matter when the guy could be anybody at the school. It had just been a simple one-night stand and a great time together, nothing more. And yet Cas couldn't get him out of his head.

It was 7pm and Castiel was headed back to his dorm. He walked with Anna and Samandriel there, though Anna lived in another dorm. They had agreed to do some studying together in Castiel and Samandriel's room, and Anna's friend Laura went too. Castiel had met her at the Halloween Party and she seemed nice, so it didn't bother him that she joined.

As they entered the dorm, there was a lot of noise coming from one of the rooms on the third floor, just down the hallway from where Castiel and Samandriel lived.

"Hey, girls!" a guy shouted, standing in the doorway of that room. "Wanna come inside and have some drinks? We've smuggled some real drinks in," he grinned. "Your friends can join." He gestured and Castiel and Samandriel.

Anna glanced into the room, which was already full of people; boys and girls alike. She glanced at Laura, who seemed quite interested too. "When do you close?" she asked, flashing the guy a smile.

"After midnight. Today's Friday, so we can stay up late," he replied, smirking at the girls as he checked them out.

"Great, but I think we'll go study first. Booze comes afterwards," Anna said, moving towards Castiel and Samandriel's room.

"Oh yeah. Can't think when I drink," Laura agreed.

"Don't forget about us!" the guy shouted, before going in to join the party again.

They approached the room, and Castiel got his keys ready to unlock the door, swiftly dodging the other people in the corridor.

"You really wanna go there?" Samandriel asked, eyeing Anna and Laura worriedly.

"With all this homework, you gotta get some booze sometimes," Laura reasoned.

"Even though we aren't 21 yet," Anna grinned, going inside the room as soon as Castiel had unlocked the door.

Castiel wondered if he should join. It had been a while since he last got drunk. In fact, he had only ever been drunk twice, and both times happened at home at Gabriel's birthdays. His brother had made him share drinks with him, and their parents hadn't minded as long as it happened inside their own home; that way Castiel could learn how alcohol affected him. He was quite picky when it came to alcohol, though; there weren't many kinds that he liked. Mostly he liked Bacardi and coke, white wine, and those apple cider thingies with alcohol in them.

They settled themselves on the floor and started doing their homework together. They didn't all have the same homework, but they could still help each other out since they had different competences. It was also a social thing, so that it made it more fun.

Two hours passed with them doing their homework, sharing some snacks and chatting, until they were done.

Anna was eager to get some drinks from that party down the hallway, and Castiel and Samandriel joined her and Laura as they headed there.

There were a lot of people at the party, which had spread to three different dorm rooms by now. Whenever teachers came to check if the underage students had any alcohol, the 21+ years students would pretend that only they had been drinking and would keep the booze in a room where only students who were over 21 years old could enter. The teachers couldn't prove anything, but it wasn't like they checked much.

Both Castiel and Samandriel felt a little out of place as they entered one of the party rooms, but the host just shoved a drink into their hands and told them to drink up.

The music was kind of loud, but not too loud, and the lights were pretty dimmed. Boys and girls interacted with each other and some hooked up, but most people just hung out with their friends. It was pretty stuffy in the rooms with so many people, and a lot of them had gathered in the hallway too.

Castiel stayed close to his friends and shared a few drinks with them. He tried not to drink too much because he didn't want to lose his common sense as he drank, but he soon found himself failing at keeping the drinks in the lowest numbers. The apple ciders tasted good, and at some point he forgot how many he had had. Maybe four or five.

A handsome guy with brown hair studied Castiel from across the room. At first Castiel thought that it was his stranger, but the body-build didn't match. This was a different guy, and Castiel wasn't sure if he appreciated the staring or not.

When he began feeling a little unwell and needing to pee, Castiel left the noisy room and told his friends that he was headed to the bathroom. It was just down the hallway, so he quickly made his way there.

When he came into the bathroom, there were three other guys there. Castiel picked one of the stalls, not wanting to show his private parts to those guys.

He was feeling a little tipsy, and when he was done he washed his face in the sink to clear his head a bit, before going outside.

Castiel had only just exited the bathroom when he bumped face-first into someone's chest. He blushed and apologized, and looked up to see the guy who had been staring at him earlier.

"Hey there," the guy said with a flirtatious smile on his lips. "Did you get hurt?"

"No," Castiel told him, staring up at him.

"You're that gay boy, aren't you?"

Castiel tensed a bit. He didn't know what the guy wanted and he was kind of afraid to admit that he was indeed the 'gay boy'.

The guy just smiled when Castiel didn't reply. "I'm not a homophobe. In fact…" He leaned down towards Castiel's ear to whisper at him. "I was hoping we could go outside together? If you know what I mean."

A shiver went up Castiel's spine and his dick hardened without his consent. The guy was pretty attractive. He was tall, had brown hair, and seemed confident. And Castiel was definitely in the mood for sex. After that encounter with the stranger a month ago, he craved more sex and wanted to reach that high he had gotten back then. This guy wasn't the same man that he had met in the Batman costume, but he had a cock and that was good enough for Castiel. Except that he didn't really do one-night stands with random guys…

"I-I don't even know your name," Castiel finally said, staring at the guy. He wobbled a bit from the drinks he had had, but the guy reached out to steady him with a hand on his arm.

"The name's Bartholomew," the guy said, smirking in confidence.

Castiel thought the name was kind of strange, but the guy was still attractive. He still didn't know whether to say yes or no, and as he stood there, wondering about it, Anna suddenly approached him.

"Cas! You made me hold your drink and then you didn't even come back," Anna groused, coming over to him with his apple cider and gave it back to him along with her own drink. "You can hold mine now; gotta use the bathroom too." She hurried inside, and Castiel found himself standing alone with the guy in the hallway now. There were other people in the other end of the hallway, but they weren't paying them attention.

Bartholomew continued to smile at him and stepped closer into Castiel's personal space. "Decided yet?" He moved the back of his hand across Castiel's cheek, barely touching him.

Castiel shivered at the gesture and only got more aroused. It was rare that he got a chance to get laid, and the alcohol was fogging his mind. Eventually he found himself nodding. "Y-Yes. I'm interested."

Bartholomew smirked in victory and ran his hands down Castiel's arms, sending small shivers up Castiel's spine.

Anna emerged from the bathroom and grabbed her drink again. "You coming?" she asked Castiel, glancing warily at Bartholomew, whom she didn't know.

"Yeah," he told her and went back to the party with her to get rid of his drink.

Bartholomew followed him and after Castiel had finished his drink, they headed outside together.

"Better head out of the building. Don't wanna get caught," Bartholomew said as he led Cas towards the exit.

"I won't go off campus with you, though."

Bartholomew sent him an amused smile. "Don't worry. Let's just go to the bushes outside. I've got lube and condoms, so don't worry about that either."

Castiel followed and as they stepped outside into the cold air, he shivered and ran his hands up and down his own arms to stay warm. Bartholomew just smiled at him before leading him to the side of the dorm building, where there were some bushes they could get some privacy behind.

Then, Bartholomew gently pushed Castiel against the wall and kissed him.

Castiel kissed him back, glad to feel someone else's body pressing against his own again, even though it wasn't the body of the person he wanted it to be. He tried to imagine that this was his mysterious stranger kissing him, but the lips felt so different. They weren't as soft and the taste wasn't the same.

Bartholomew's hands roamed over Castiel's body, and Castiel hummed as the guy touched him in various places; on his stomach, chest, inner thighs, and his shoulders.

Castiel let the other man touch him and get him worked up, but as soon as he started undoing Castiel's pants and putting his hands inside, Castiel suddenly changed his mind.

This was wrong. It wasn't the right guy, and Castiel wasn't like this. He would not just be an object to this guy and let him have his way with him. Every part of him told him that something about Bartholomew was off, and Castiel had to listen to his instincts. Something wasn't right.

With a harsh shove, Castiel pushed Bartholomew back, still panting from the kiss. "N-No. I don't want to anymore."

Bartholomew stared at him, almost confused. "Excuse me?"

"I changed my mind. I don't want to. Sorry." Castiel turned to leave, but was then suddenly slammed against the cold wall by a rather upset Bartholomew.

"You can't just change your mind! You haven't even tried what I have to offer yet," Bartholomew said, smiling at him like some sociopath.

Fear spread inside Castiel and he struggled to get away, but Bartholomew grabbed his hands when he tried to hit him and pinned them against the wall. The guy was stronger than him and used his body to keep Castiel in place.

Angry and panicked, Castiel let out a growl and kicked Bartholomew right between the legs, making the other guy cry out in agony and bend over.

Castiel quickly ran away then, desperate to get inside to where other people were.

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Meanwhile, Dean was walking outside after having exited the other dorm where some of his buddies lived. Buddies. That was all they were. They weren't exactly his friends, except for Benny and Ash, whom he got along with well. He had known Benny since high school and they had always had each other's backs. The rest of the guys – including that guy named Tyler – where just people he hung out with to have social network at the college. He played football at college sometimes along with Tyler, and although Dean didn't really like the guy, he still tolerated him because they were on the same team and needed to get along.

It was cold outside, and Dean wrapped his arms around himself as he walked back to his own dorm. He could have switched dorms through some corridors inside, but he really needed some fresh air. The cold December air felt nice and it helped him clear his head and get rid of some of that stress from his studies. College was tough, and Dean was grateful that he had taken a year off between high school and college to earn some money and take a break from the books. His father hadn't wanted that; he wanted him to study, study, and study, but this was Dean's life and he was 19 years old, so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. His mother and brother Sammy had supported him, which he was eternally grateful for.

Walking towards the dorm, Dean suddenly heard voices coming from the side of the building. One sounded kind of raised and the other a little frightened, which made Dean stop and listen. He heard someone say that they didn't want to anyway and that they were sorry, and then heard the other guy raise his voice a bit as he spoke. Suddenly there was a loud cry of pain, and Dean was startled when he saw Castiel come running out of the bushes and heading towards him. What surprised him even more was that Cas' pants were undone and hanging down his hips, and the boy struggled to pull them up and get them zipped as he ran directly in Dean's direction.

Dean stared at him, eyes wide and surprised, and then Castiel looked up and spotted him too. He saw Cas' eyes widen and his face pale because he had been caught with his pants hanging below his hips, revealing his light blue briefs to Dean.

Castiel hurried inside as fast as he could, and Dean saw him fumble with his access card to the building before he disappeared into it. Dean could smell a bit of alcohol on him as Cas passed him, so he guessed that Cas had gotten drunk and hooked up with some guy. Or had at least tried to. It made Dean's stomach curl in what felt like jealousy, even though he had no claim whatsoever on the other boy.

Suddenly a very angry Bartholomew came out of the bushes, cursing under his breath. Dean knew him because the guy lived on the same dorm floor as him and he didn't like him one bit. He had always had the feeling that it was mutual.

"Where did that fucker go!?" Bartholomew demanded.

Dean couldn't help but smirk when he saw the dude walking like he had been kicked in the balls. Which he probably had. "Why would I tell you?"

Bartholomew glared at him. "Just get out of my way, Winchester."

Bartholomew tried to get past Dean and enter the building, but Dean growled and got right up in his face, staring him right into his eyes. The other man shifted and swallowed a bit as Dean glared him down.

"Touch Cas again and you'll regret it. No means no."

Bartholomew glared back at him. He straightened up and corrected his shirt, his chin held high. "Whatever you say." He glared at Dean before pushing past him, heading into the dorm room where he, Dean, and Castiel apparently all lived.

Dean glared at the guy until he was out of his sight, before going inside too.

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Just like Dean had predicted, Bartholomew soon began spreading a rumor that he had seen Cas fucking with random guys in the bushes behind the dorm. Of course he had left out the fact that it was Bartholomew himself that Castiel had hooked up with and that there hadn't been any other guys. Dean knew that Bartholomew was pissed that Cas didn't let him have his way with him; it made him feel some kind of lack of control, and now he was getting back at Cas for it.

Dean first heard about the rumor on Monday evening, when he heard a couple of his buddies talking about it in the cafeteria. He wasn't surprised that Bartholomew would spread that rumor, but he wasn't going to let that guy win and make Cas look bad.

"God, that guy is such a slut," Tyler said as he talked about Cas. He was sitting at the table that Dean was also sitting at, along with a whole bunch of other guys whom Dean knew most of. "Wonder how many guys fucked him."

"He must have a nice ass if people lined up for it," one the others slurred, earning laughs from everyone except Dean, Benny, and Ash.

"He didn't fuck anybody," Dean cut in, making all the guys look at him. "I know, 'cause I was there."

The guys stared at him for a moment before laughing.

"What, you had a piece of his ass too?" Tyler laughed, making fun of Dean.

"No," Dean growled. Well, he had had a piece once, but not like that. "I just told you no one fucked him. Bartholomew is just spreading rumors because he's a pathetic whelp that can't handle the thought that he got kicked right in the balls when he tried to have his way with a quite drunk Castiel, so now he's spreading rumors. That asshole can never keep his dick to himself."

"The fag kicked him in the balls?"

Tyler and his friends snickered and laughed, and Dean tried not to punch the guy in the face for calling Cas a word like that.

"Yep, he kicked him good. And Bartholomew was pissed that he didn't get what he wanted," Dean said, smirking. He put on a facade in front of the guys to act like he was one of them and that he cared as little about Cas as they did. He needed to make sure that they'd believe him. If he showed them that he didn't like the way they were talking about Cas, they could think he was just making it up to make Cas look better.

"Oh, that's right. He's done that with a few chicks before, hasn't he? Getting them drunk and dragging them out back for sex?" one of the guys said, glancing at his friends who nodded.

"Damn, he's a nasty piece of shit," Benny murmured next to Dean.

"Didn't know he was into man ass, though. Damn, I'm gonna smear that in his face next time I see him," Tyler grinned with a malicious look on his face.

Dean was pleased that the guys believed him. He had more creditability than Bartholomew did, seeing as his buddies didn't like the guy. He knew that the guys would still make fun of Castiel for being gay and letting himself be dragged out back for sex, but it was way better than if they thought that Castiel was just some brainless cock slut who had banged a lot of guys that night.

The guys kept making fun of Bartholomew's new liking for boy ass, and Dean cringed when he heard them talking bad about Castiel and a few other gay guys they knew at college. It made him clench his fists to listen to those stupid homophobes. Benny and Ash seemed to feel the same, and eventually Benny gestured for the three of them to leave, as none of them wanted to keep listening to that.

Homophobic people like Tyler were the reason why Dean didn't want to come out of the closet and admit he was bi. He didn't want to be the subject of the hate and foul words those guys said about anyone with a different sexuality.

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Castiel had returned to his dorm room after the incident with Bartholomew. He was so angry at himself that he had let the guy drag him out back like that, and he shivered in disgust and fear over the way Bartholomew had treated him. He should have seen it coming, but he had gotten so drunk that he couldn't think straight anymore. Anna had sensed that something was wrong when he had returned to the dorm, and he had told her about what had happened. She and Samandriel had comforted him and hadn't judged him at all, and they had followed him back to his room so he could sleep his drunkenness off.

The incident continued to bother Castiel all weekend and he avoided Bartholomew at all costs. Luckily they didn't live on the same floor and rarely bumped into each other, and he made sure to always be around his friends when he went somewhere. He didn't trust Bartholomew not to try and touch him again.

When the new week started, Castiel felt strangely happy to go back to classes again and try to forget about what had happened. He dreaded his History class with Dean on Tuesday, especially after Dean had seen him with his pants hanging down his hips like that. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. It was so embarrassing, and he prayed that Dean wouldn't tell anyone about it. He was rather sure that Bartholomew would keep quiet, seeing as he wasn't known to be gay (according to Anna, at least).

Monday passed with no rumors about him or anyone looking at him strangely, and Castiel felt relief when he thought that no one knew about what had happened on Friday night.

However, that was soon about to change.

When Castiel walked into his History class on Tuesday, he avoided Dean's eye when he saw him sitting on the seat on the fifth row again, diagonally behind Castiel in class. Tyler and his friends were snickering and watching him, but Castiel waved it off as the usual homophobic comments they made about him and tried to ignore them. He sat down next to Charlie, who smiled and greeted him.

The teacher was still not there and class started in five minutes.

Castiel set up his laptop, but soon realized that the battery was running low. Sighing, he got up and found the cable in his bag. He bent over to plug it into the power outlet that was built into the floor, not realizing that his jeans-covered ass was facing Dean, Tyler, and the others behind him.

All of sudden there was a mocking whistle behind him, followed by Tyler making a comment.

"Nice ass you got there, Fag Boy! Too bad Bartholomew didn't manage to get a piece of it when you offered it up for him!"

Castiel felt his blood go cold and his body freeze.

How did Tyler know about that? Did everyone know about it? Had Bartholomew told people about what had happened? Unlikely. He wouldn't do that to himself. That only left one person…

Slowly, Castiel straightened up and turned to face the laughing guys behind him. He looked around and saw a few of his other classmates staring at him – some looked surprised, others didn't.

"What?" Castiel croaked, acting stupid.

Tyler laughed at him. "Dean here told us." He nudged Dean with his arm, and Castiel watched as Dean shrunk a little when he looked at him. "Said that Bartholomew wanted a piece of your ass and you almost let him. Bet you got disappointed by his small dick and kicked it before running off. But don't worry; you'll find a bigger one soon, probably."

There was snickering among the guys, and Castiel felt nauseous at how they were mocking him. The whole class had heard that, and Cas wanted so badly to just run out and hide himself in the bathroom like he had so often done in high school.

"Would you guys just leave him alone?!" Charlie snapped, pulling at Castiel's arm to have him sit down again. He let her guide him back onto his seat, and she rubbed his back for comfort while still glaring over at the guys.

The guys just continued to laugh, except for Dean, Ash, and some of their other classmates.

Castiel could feel Dean staring at him, but he didn't want to turn around and look. Dean was an asshole, just like his buddies, and he was angry that the other boy had told everyone about what had happened. He had never seen Dean participate in making fun of him in class before, so he had for a while thought that he was an okay guy who just hung out with the wrong people. But oh, he had been so wrong. Castiel would now have to listen to even more homophobic and nasty comments, and half of his classmates were whispering about him, all thanks to Dean.

He appreciated Charlie's support as class went by, and listening to Miss Jody teaching distracted him a bit from the humiliation from earlier. He still heard people whispering about him, and he just wanted to run out of class and get away from everything.

Class still seemed to take forever, and when it was over, Castiel slowly packed his things and let the guys in the back get out first. Charlie stayed with him along with her friends, and they talked to him about how they had heard that Bartholomew was known to take advantage of drunk people like that, but that nothing had ever really been proven. He had gotten away with it every time. Castiel couldn't say he was surprised to hear about it, but it did make him hate himself even more for having given into Bartholomew's false charms in the first place. He was supposed to be smarter than that. He was just glad that he had managed to fight Bartholomew off before it got too traumatizing.

Charlie had to go right after they had talked, so they said goodbye and Castiel watched her leave as he got the last of his stuff ready. Only a few more people were in the classroom now, and when Castiel turned to leave he was suddenly approached by Dean.

"Hey," Dean said, making Castiel turn to look at him in surprise. Castiel immediately tensed up, and Dean seemed to pick up on the anger in his face. "Look, man, I didn't tell them about what I saw just for the sake of telling them. I told them because—"

"Please spare me your excuses," Castiel cut him off, feeling so angry that Tyler now had more bad stuff to say about him, just because of Dean and his big mouth. "You could just have kept your mouth shut about it, but you didn't! I'm tired of being made fun of by stupid, ignorant homophobes like you! Please just leave me alone."

"Will you please just at least hear me out?!" Dean snapped lightly, grabbing Castiel's arm as he turned to leave.

Castiel flinched away from his touch because of his anger, not paying attention to how the touch wasn't as appalling as it maybe should have been. "Don't touch me, and just leave me alone!" he snarled at him, too hurt and angry to want to listen to another homophobe right now. He'd had enough of them.

Dean pulled back immediately, and Castiel gave him a dark glare before turning to leave, hurrying out of the classroom.

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After leaving the classroom, Castiel was met by more people whispering about him and snickering as he passed them. Tyler had made sure to tell as many people as possible about Cas having let himself be hooked up for sex at a party, and their old high school classmates who knew his face didn't waste the opportunity to make fun of him.

Humiliated and upset, Castiel ran towards his dorm and locked himself in his room. Samandriel wasn't there to talk to, and that was the final trigger for Castiel to just sink down to the floor and cry. He wrapped his arms around his legs while leaning his back against the bed, sobbing and crying, and hating how his sexuality seemed to ruin everything for him.

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Author's notes: Cas is having a hard time now, but I promise the story will have a happy ending :)

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked this chapter.