Castiel and Dean could hear the music's bass line before they could even see the house, they gave each other curious looks before walking faster to their destination. Castiel licked his bottom lip in anticipation. Tonight he could finally drown out everything thing and relax. Enjoy the best things of teenage life.

They stepped up onto the porch, Dean had obviously been here before because he just opened the door and walked straight in, Castiel hesitated for a second before following the other boy. Castiel thought back to the last house party, it had been a fucking amazing night, he'd lost himself in the music, drugs, alcohol and women.

He followed Dean into the first room the lights were turned down and the music was booming; he head bobbed unconsciously to the beat. He could feel the bass pound through his entire body. Massive speakers had been set up around the house to produce such a mind blowing sound. A wide grin spread across his face, tonight would be fun maybe even better than the last, he peered at Deans back and smirked to himself.

He followed Dean; the other boy greeted people they crossed paths with as they walked through the house, they made their way to the back where there was a large kitchen. Pristine white. Castiel wondered how long it would stay that way before someone inevitably threw up. Then wondered if he would be the one throwing up and decided he was too good for that.

"Want a beer? Or I dunno vodka and Coke?" Dean looked at Castiel curiously, as if trying to figure out a puzzle. Castiel couldn't help but want to play games with the green eyed boys mind. It was too tempting.

"Hmm, show me the liquor I'll make my own drink." Deans face looked slightly baffled but he pointed to one of the bottom cupboards, Castiel gave him a wink which Dean ignored. Letting Dean go scavenge for a beer in a fridge which should have been full of food. Seemed like who ever lived here didn't need food, or maybe they had another fridge somewhere?

The cupboard was pretty well stocked, but as Castiel was playing games he decided to grab some bright blue liquid and then two shot glasses. He didn't really care what it was, it was strong and that's all that mattered. It was step one.

He filled the shot glasses then turned to Dean who was still checking out the contents of the fridge, when he finally looked up Castiel shoved one shot glass into his hand before downing his own drink. He smirked at Deans lack of composure, who followed suit shortly after. An unspoken challenge had just been issued amongst themselves.

Castiel was going back for another round when a head popped in through the door.

"Cassy, I've been looking for you!" Balthazar. Castiel turned to him and nodded before taking back Dean shot glass and refilling it. "Dean you sly dog, getting in on the fresh meat are we?" He laughed before moving over to the open fridge, bending down and pulling out a bottle of red wine. Dean finally let go of the door and let it close softly.

"Balthazar" Dean growled out "You know I don't play for that team, even if I don't have a problem with others playing with them." Balthazar laughed again, he was searching for a cork screw. Castiel had now slid onto the work surface holding out a shot glass for Dean to take.

He found this was intriguing, maybe Balthazar could help him later in his game. He didn't know how he wanted to play it just yet but he would get there; right now it was about Dean Winchester who had finally taken the shot and downed it just as Castiel did.

After opening and closing several draws Balthazar's hunt became fruitful, he let out a yelp of victory before pulling the cork on his wine.

"Would you boys care to join me in some proper drinking? Or are you going to carry on your immature game?" One eyebrow was raised, Castiel looked at him blankly then surveyed his competitor, he was taking the shots in his stride but he could tell it was all slowly creeping up on him.

"I'm quite into immature games." His voice rough a gravelly, once again Balthazar laughed watching as Castiel purposefully filled up the shot glasses with the bright blue liquid. And downed it, making sure Dean did the same.

There was a moments silence as Balthazar found a wine glass and Dean and Castiel loaded up again, feeling the alcohols effect tingle at the edge of everything, Castiel grinned.

"So Cassy, how'd you meet Mr Winchester here? You don't seem to run in the same circles; if you don't mind me saying." Castiel poured his 5th shot which he downed before answering. He had earned amazed looks from both boys. Dean was looking a bit tipsy. Lightweight.

"He tried to drag my ass to class, thinking I was some dopey nerd boy." Balthazar barked a laugh and Deans ears turn pink at the top which Castiel couldn't help smirking at. It was cute.

The three boys moved into the back garden, Castiel requiring a cigarette from seamlessly no where lights up, they go to meet some stoner friends of Balthazar's. Balthazar greets and introduced several people to Castiel but their names were forgotten by the time they have moved on to the next group. The alcohol was taking effect and his head was beginning to buzz and float. He had given up the shot glass in exchange for the bottle, passing it to Dean every so often. Everything was pleasant but it wasn't what Castiel was looking for yet, it needed something interesting to happen.

As if one queue…

Someone shouted from indoors there was going to be a game of Truth or Dare, the offer was too tempting to resist. Without asking or excepting any kind of response Castiel grabbed Deans wrist dragging him back into the house a massive grin plastered to his face, it was so genuine that Dean couldn't help but reciprocate it. It shone.

All furniture had been moved aside and in its place was a circle of teens sat on the floor, not just boys from school surprisingly but some girls as well, he scanned over them they were all adequately pretty. The Cheerleader effect definitely worked in their favour.

From the grunt he could tell Dean had noticed him looking and was either surprised, impressed or well Castiel didn't even know what else he could be. So instead of taking notice of Dean he went and sat next to a sweet looking brunette and introduced himself.

Her name was Lisa, she went to the all girls school on pretty much the other side of town. She was cheerful and was probably the prettiest there. He smiles his way through the small talk as people assemble to watch and a bottle is require which looks suspiciously like the wine bottle Balthazar opened merely an hour or so ago.

Dean has placed himself across and slightly to the side opposite Cas, in a way he can watch the blue eyed boy and not be caught as he could be merely checking out the girl who has been chatting to Cas.

Maybe it was the alcohol and maybe it wasn't but he felt as if he was being played. That or jealously over a guy even when you're straight is the norm.

Deans eye kept flicking over to Castiel until the game started.

Back at the Castiels dorm.

A body was leant against the door in the hallway. Abandoned. It was motionless. The moonlight shone in from the window at the end of the hall and it raced over the body. Thick red liquid was drying, splattered everywhere. Sometimes in a fine mist but most of it was clumped together in large blotches, covering fabric and skin.

Where there was no clothing to hide them bruises bloomed across the skin, bringing up angry purple bruises and uncomfortable looking lumps.

A pathetic cough escaped the bodies mouth. Then all fell back into silence.

I am very sorry for taking so long to get this out, I just couldn't get the story down and then exams are coming up and stuff. I'm gonna try and get the next chapter up quicker because this one is kind of a lead up but not really sure how it will play out yet.

Reviews are appreciated massively!