Chapter Four

Dean and Castiel sat in separate seats on the bus home.

Dean was thankful Ash didn't show on the bus that evening. Knowing Ash, he probably would've tried to continue the fight that had begun in their 7th period English class.

Dean and Castiel watched out the windows beside them, wishing they didn't have to go back home and talk about whatever happened.

Dean had already started to plan out what the conversation was going to be like.

He would just tell him that what he said was just a random act of kindness, and not to be expecting anymore outbursts like that.

The bus reached it's destination quicker than either of them had hoped. Both Castiel and Dean stood, making their way to the front of the bus, avoiding eye contact with one another.

They silently walked back to the house, both taking notice that there was no car in the driveway. Dean panicked, knowing that the only time that happened was when mom was shopping… and dad was at working… the observation made Dean come to a awful conclusion.

They were home alone.

They walked through the front door, Dean violently throwing his jacket on the coat rack while Castiel looked at him with disgust, wondering how he could be so unappreciative and arrogant.

"So, you wanna talk about it?"

Dean said, breaking the awkward silence.

Castiel was surprised he was being so forward about it. He didn't peg Dean as the "share your feelings" kind of guy.

"Umm-"

Castiel began to speak, but Dean cut him off before he could say much more.

"Look, I… I don't really know what happened. I just, all the sudden was defending your sorry ass. Castiel, despite what you may think, I'm not a total douche-canoe. Just… this whole foster thing… its different. I didn't know what to expect. After everything-"

Castiel's curiosity peaked.

"Everything?"

He blurted, immediately recoiling, after realizing how nosy the question was, especially since Dean and him weren't exactly close.

"Hey, why don't you mind your own damn business."

Dean snapped, not expecting Castiel to say much of anything during his little rant.

Castiel looked at his feet, hurt that he could barley even speak in his own house without being shot down.

Dean sighed.

"Dude, I'm sorry, okay? I've just… I've been through a lot of shit, and it's left me sour. I don't mean to take it out on you, it just… happens."

Dean looked up at Castiel, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him. He only looked up briefly.

"I understand, Dean. And I apologize for asking such a personal question as well."

Castiel pushed past Dean, making his way to the room that was supposedly "his".

"Wait, wait…"

Dean began, stopping Castiel.

Dean had no idea what was about to happen. For some reason he was saying before thinking a lot lately.

Castiel turned his head slightly, indicating that he was paying attention.

"I saw that uh… you wear band shirts."

Castiel turned completely, eyes widening slightly.

"Why, is that no longer the modern trend?"

Dean chuckled lightly, looking up at Castiel's confused face, before realizing that he wasn't kidding. He immediately stopped laughing, careful not to offend him in any more than he already had.

"NO! No, I was just going to say that they're decent bands… no one appreciates the good old classics anymore. Its all punk and alternative crap."

Castiel's mouth curled up into a small smile as his face relaxed.

"I listen to what takes me away, and brings me to happiness. Over the years one particular band, Motley Crue, has really seemed to grow on me. I like when songs can make you forget reality for a moment."

Castiel said quietly, realizing he was probably blabbing mindlessly, boring Dean, but much to Castiel's surprise, Dean's eyes lit up at the mention of Motley Crue.

"Yeah, man! The Crue! They've always been one of my favorites too."

Dean rubbed the back of his neck nervously, debating on what to say.

"I've got the original Too Fast For Love tape in my room, if you maybe wanted to listen to it…?"

Dean felt like he was trying to ask a girl out on a date.

Why is this so hard to do? He's just one guy, for Christ's sake.

Castiel's heart fluttered in his chest when Dean invited him up into his room to hang out, like actual friends. Castiel was a little caught of guard at Dean's attempt at being nice. The only problem was that Castiel couldn't tell if Dean was just trying to be nice to make up for snapping at him earlier, or if he truly wanted to be Castiel's friend.

Castiel nodded, silently hoping in his heart it was to be his friend.

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"This is my favorite!"

Dean shouted over the loud music, playing the air drums to the intro of Hot For Teacher.

They had already blown through the Too Fast For Love album, and where now enjoying the riffs of Eddie Van Halen from the album 1984.

Castiel laughed at Dean's impersonation.

Dean stopped when he heard the creak of his door opening.

"Boys?"

Mary asked cautiously before opening the door all the way to find the two boys sitting across the room from each other. She smiled widely, happy to see the two of them were spending time together.

Dean quickly turned the music down.

"Sorry mom, no one was home, we were just-"

"Oh, no need to explain your self honey." Mary said, not wanting to let anything get between the two of them, especially since they were finally starting to talk.

"I hate to ruin you guys' bonding time, but dinner will be ready In an hour and I need you guys washed up with homework completed by then, understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

Dean and Castiel both said simultaneously.

Mary smiled at them once more before turning away to head downstairs to start dinner.

"I guess I'll see you when we gather at dinner then?"

Dean stood up, heading over to grab his Biology textbook from the oak desk in the corner of his room, glancing at Castiel as he made his way out the door.

"Yeah, see you then, Cas."

Castiel looked up at Dean, as he did the same at Castiel.

"Uh, I don… if you-"

Dean fidgeted nervously.

Where the hell did you get Cas from?

He thought to himself.

Castiel looked down, thoughtfully.

"I've never been given a nickname before."

Castiel thought a moment more before looking back up to meet Dean's eyes, making Dean's stomach do a little flip.

"I like it, Dean. You may call me that if you wish."

Dean nodded, giving Castiel the queue to head back to his room to start on his assignment.

Dean couldn't help but feel a little giddy inside. Truth is, he had a great time listening to those old albums with Castiel.

Is this what a friendship is really like?

Dean thought to himself, not knowing that Castiel was having very similar feelings in the room next to him.

Neither could focus on their homework, their feelings distracting them the whole time.

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Dean and Castiel took their seats at the dinner table, both of them noticing the two empty seats, and looked up at Mary, questioningly.

"John is staying late at the garage, and Sam is studying at a friends down the street, its just us for tonight."

Mary said enthusiastically, placing the food in the middle of the table, gesturing to them to hand her their plates, slapping the well prepared food on them.

"So, I see you guys are getting along alright?"

Dean stiffened, shooting his mom a look that seemed to say, "Mom, I am fifteen, not four, LEAVE IT."

She returned the glare with an apologetic smile.

Castiel spoke, surprising Dean.

"I have a feeling that he will be of good company."

Dean smiled to himself, beginning to love the way Castiel spoke.

Beginning to love hearing him speak, period.

FINALLY, BONDING TIME! lol :) I was excited to write this chapter, knowing there was going to be lot more dialogue in the later chapters.

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