Castiel stood near his locker waiting for Dean to come out of his class he could not help but feel a little disappointed from the lack of lessons they had together but recent events that had unfolded, Castiel found himself daydreaming and thinking about Dean a lot more than he should and it soon became a distraction. Not that was a bad thing, since he could use all the distraction possible. He had this feeling someone was watching him, whether it was paranoia or just hyped up awareness of those around him, the feeling never once budged. "Angel boy!" out of habit he flinched as a voice can from behind him, he moved away. "Gordon." The single word came out curt. "Watch your tone Angel boy, you never know who might be watching." He emphasised the last word by slamming his hand on the locker, blocking all routes of escape. His head pounded painfully as each sense became more acute as he stared into the cold dark eyes a pinch in his head darkened his sight. He knew those eyes! He knew that scent! His stomach heaved as too much information had appeared and became difficult to process. "Get away from me!" with all the strength he could summon, Castiel pushed Gordon out of his space. "Stay away from me." He glanced back only once as he ran, the pounding in his head becoming worse and realisation set in.

"And here I thought the freak didn't remember our little party." Lisa who had been watching the entire engagement appeared a smirk on her lips. "It's so good to see him squirm." Gordon turned to Lisa his face somewhat worried. "You do realise if he remembers, he could report us right?" Lisa clucked her tongue thoughtfully. "He remembered you Gordon, not me."

All he could do was run, and that was what he did he ran from school and home never once stopping. He eyes hurt from the pounding in his head and tears building up, whenever he felt this kind of panic the need for the high bit at his nerve ending. All logic went out the window as he knew what he needed what he wanted, as usual he was greeted at the door by Jimmy without barely stopping scooped him up and took him up stairs. Taking two steps at a time Castiel took the straight line to his bedroom, he put Jimmy on the bed, his big blue eyes watching as Castiel dug around pulling a box out from under his bed. In the middle of the box lay a bag with silver inside it; he had often questioned himself why he still had the pot. He knew Gabriel would raise Hell if he found out that the drug was still under his roof yet he could not bring himself to destroy it. I mean what harm could it do? You need it. He tried to ignore the inner voice whispering in his ear, egging him on it would take him minutes to roll a spliff and it was that 15 minutes of peace smoking it. I do but what about Dean and Gabriel? He argued back as he stared intently at the box as Jimmy kneaded his knee for attention, still staring his stroke the black fur with two fingers. Who cares! Just do it! Jimmy's purrs broke through but it was not enough to distract him as he reached for the filter paper.

"Cas? What are you doing?" his hand shot away from the box, he saw Dean standing in his doorway. "Don't do it." Castiel's lips quivered he barely heard Dean moved and he sat beside him. "I need it Dean, my head hurts so much I don't want the pain." Castiel dug his fingers into his skull as the pounding continued. "Did something happen?" Castiel's eyes were still glued on the box intently as his fingers itched to pick up the bag. "I…I think Gordon attacked me, his eyes are so familiar. Cold and dark, he cornered me at school. T-t-there was so much about him as than the pounding. Dean please I need it!"

"No Cas you just think you do." He placed both his hands on Castiel's face, his fingers rubbing his temples. "Just breathe in deeply and calm down it'll be okay." Each breath Castiel took in came out as a sob he throat getting tighter. "There is something else we can try." Even through the blurred vision Castiel could see Dean's eyes darken dramatically, his breathing almost stopped altogether. It was that look again pure heated lust as if in Dean's mind the bare suggest of what he was thinking made him want Castiel no matter his current condition. "I don't want to force you but…" he closed the box with a snap and moving it aside. "Before I do this I need your consent, I want no regret because Cas. I can't stop thinking about you." In a gasp Dean swooped taking Castiel's mouth in a deep kiss his tongue exploring Castiel's mouth deeply tasting and occasionally pulling back to nip and lick the lips which now glistened with their shared saliva, Castiel made a sound of protest when Dean moved away he watched his breathing hard and deep as Dean picked up Jimmy. "As much as I like your cat Cas, I wouldn't want to expose him at such a young age." Jimmy meows and scratches of protest could be heard behind the closed door as Dean set his sights on Castiel.

Dean pulled Cas' shirt off exposing the smooth skin of his stomach, his mind filled with all of what he could do to Cas. He placed his lips on Castiel's collarbone kissing the nipping, taking in the sounds made slowly and carefully as if Cas was made of glass. Dean explored every inch of the smooth skin. Tasting every inch, feel the skin heat up under his tongue.

Slowly he ran his tongue down Castiel's abdomen he paid special attention to the belly button nipping the edges as his fingers stroked the hipbones. Whenever Dean had seen those hipbones it never ceased to amaze him how beautiful they were, he had fantasied about how they would feel when he touched them or kissed them. Even better to how Cas would react, something he would soon find out.

Dean moved lower popping the button of Cas' jeans he traced his tongue from one hipbone to the other, hearing Castiel's moans that mixed in with the sound of his zipper sliding down. Dean finally lifted his head, Cas' face flushed and lips swollen. "Ready Cas?" the blue eyes matched the night sea as he nodded. In one single lift of his hips Dean pulled Cas' jean and underwear off. Finally Castiel lay bare to Dean's eyes.

Instinctively Castiel moved back as Dean gripped in his hips keeping in place, he stared at Cas' hardness a single bead of liquid leaked out the tip. "Dean." The name was breathed as he placed his lips against the shaft he ran his tongue until tasting the liquid slowly oozing from the tip. The taste itself was nearly as addictive as Castiel's skin; Dean's thumbs circled the flesh on the stunning hips as he took Castiel into his mouth. Castiel's fingertips dug into Dean's hair as he sucked the throbbing tip and like previously paid very special attention laving the small slit; Castiel small cries egged him on as his quivering hips lifted forcing his hardness further into Dean's mouth.

He felt the tightness grow in his groin as Dean continued to switch from strong sucking to soft licking, his body heated up to the point where it could be glassed as dangerous. "Dean! W-wait!" Castiel thrashed as something unravelled, he covered his mouth trying to hide the sound of his moans only one of Dean's hands slid from its place at his hip. Their fingers threaded together as Castiel's hips lifted, his back arched and vision blacked out.

Dean lifted his head swallowing the sweet nectar of Cas' essence he moved the lax form holding him close. Even as Cas started to come round Dean's fingers moved in small circular. He looked down to see a bright red flush crawl on Cas' neck to his cheeks. "Feeling better?" wanting to hide himself from the embarrassment Castiel hid his face in Dean's side; he closed his eyes tightly and nodded his head.

A/N: Umm... I'll just leave you to your thoughts...