A/N: I never really planned to continue this, but after seeing all the requests, I am. I don't plan on making this too long of a story, but I will write some more chapters.
He would never dare admit it, but some part part of Castiel was hoping that Dean would text him again. Of course, the other 99% of him never wanted to talk to Dean again, much less talk to him. Even as he sat in class, his voice was screaming Dean's name in his thoughts, causing him to lose focus on what the teachers were saying. It had actually been quite a humiliating experience, really.
"Novak!" Castiel's math teacher yelled, hitting Cas's desk with a ruler. "You want to share with the class what's going on in your head that's causing you to not pay attention in my class?"
Castiel could feel his cheeks flush a bright shade of red. He was the best student. He never got called out in class for misbehaving. Damn you, Dean.
"I'm very sorry, sir. It will not happen again." He replied.
"It better not, Novak." The teacher scowled
Castiel snapped out of reliving the moment by a knock at his door.
"Come in." He called.
"Hey, Cassie." Gabriel bounded in the room.
"I told you not to call me that, Gabriel." Castiel glared at him, sitting up on his bed. "What do you need?"
"A designated driver." Gabriel answered with a smile.
"Ask Michael or Lucifer." He replied. "You know how I feel about parties."
"Michael had to go out of state for a last minute work thing or something and Lucifer is spending the night at Meg's house with Ruby, Crowley, and Alistair." Gabriel explained. "It's not that big of a party, really. Besides, it's at the Winchester's place. Boy, do those boys know how to party?"
"Winchester..." Castiel mused. "I swear I know someone with that name. Either way, why don't you just get Anna or Balthazar to take you?"
Gabriel groaned. "But Cassie-"
"Castiel." He interrupted.
"Cassie, it'd be so much simpler if you'd just take me. You don't even have to do anything. I'm sure they'd let you sit in one of their rooms and read if you'd like." Gabriel continued.
"Fine." Castiel huffed in surrender. "When is it?"
Gabriel looked at his watch. "Half an hour."
"Wow, Gabriel." Castiel said sarcastically. "Thanks for the notice ahead of time."
"No problem, baby brother." Gabriel smiled, scurrying out of the room.
Castiel sighed and went to put on more appropriate clothing than sweatpants and a sweater.
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"Are you ready?" Gabriel yelled up the stairs to Castiel's open door.
"Yes!" His brother called in reply. "I'm just grabbing a book real quick."
"Hurry up, though!" Gabriel replied. "Traffic's hell on Friday nights!"
"I'm ready!" Castiel groaned, pulling on his trenchcoat and shutting his door.
Gabriel grabbed a pair of keys off a large cork board with many pairs hanging on it meticulously organized. He clicked a button and a white Porsche lit up.
"Must you always insist on taking the nice cars to parties?" Castiel rolled his eyes.
"We don't own anything but the best." Gabriel answered. "I mean, seriously. The cheapest car we own we paid $90,000 for."
"Doesn't it ever occur to you to spend your money wiser?" Castiel sighed.
"Wiser?" Gabriel scoffed. "Michael practically owns this whole town! We can't do much more with our money. I mean, we bring in millions each week, Cassie. We can't just stuff hundred dollar bills under our mattress. We spend because we can."
Castiel turned on an overhead light and proceeded to open his book to where he last left off, quickly shutting it again. "But must you always take our nicest cars to parties. It's like you're showing off."
Gabriel laughed. "Of course I'm showing off. It's for the ladies. Dicks and wallets. The bigger they are, the more babes you get."
"Well it makes sense why you're really showing off that wallet then." Castiel snorted.
"Someone's a smartass." Gabriel retorted.
"You dragged me here, Gabriel. You can't expect me to be in a pleasant mood." He scowled in reply.
Dean saw a white Porsche pull up outside their house. "Dude! Sam, come here!"
"What is it?" His younger brother, Sam replied.
"Look at that. Who's wheels are those?" Dean asked fascinated.
"Oh." Sam chuckled. "That's just the Novaks."
"Novak?" Dean scoffed. "What are the Novaks doing here?"
"It's not the adults. It's just the teenagers, Dean." Sam laughed.
"Still? What are they doing here?" Dean repeated.
"You invited them." Sam answered.
"I've never met them. How could I invite them?" Dean retorted.
"You've met them, Dean. Just wait until they come in. You'll recognize them." Sam smiled. "Well, you'll recognize one. He attends practically every party in the city."
"I need to sit down." Dean muttered opening a beer against the counter and situating himself on the table.
A large group of teenagers dashed to the door as the bell rang. After a moment, the crowd dissipated to reveal two very familiar boys. Dean spit out his beer when he saw them. The one was already smiling and flirting with the girls. He was Gabriel. Dean instantly recognized him. That wasn't what shocked him though. Gabriel was a show-off who loved flaunting his money. Dean knew he was rich, but didn't know he owned everything.
The other Novak in attendance was what startled Dean. He was grumbling as he pushed his way through the crowds, a book tucked under his arm. Many girls were checking him out and trying to get him to stop, but he just pushed past them. Dean watched his every move as he kept his head low in the crowd. Dean didn't need to see his face to know that this was Castiel. The same Castiel he met at the party last week. The same Castiel that he caught checking him out. The same Castiel that he had sex with in a closet.
"I-I-I gotta go." Dean set his beer on the table. "You can finish that, Sammy."
"What?" Sam scoffed.
"Nothing." Dean muttered, hurrying as to not lose sight of Castiel.
Castiel looked around before discreetly walking up the stairs in search of a quiet spot. Dean tailed behind him, curious as to what he was doing. He watched as Castiel knocked on the first door he came to. After a moment, he slowly turned the handle and peered in. He walked in, leaving the door open. Dean peeked in and saw that Castiel had his back to the doorframe. Dean leaned against the doorframe, watching as the young man looked around the room, taking it all in.
"They say you can tell a lot about a person by their room." Dean finally said.
Castiel didn't turn around, but replied. "Indeed. Judging by the mess and clutter, I'd assume that this person has a devil-may-care personality and is very daring and wild. I also see a lack of educational material, but a surplus of music disks and posters, specifically rock bands. That gives way to the idea that they're most likely a junior or senior and don't give a damn about anything high school related unless it's a party. The lack of photos in here, whether of themselves or others can bring one to conclude that they are a very emotionally unattached person, who puts sex and material wealth before morals. I'd say if I met them, I wouldn't like them very much."
"That was in depth." Dean retorted.
"Oh here's a photograph." Castiel mused, picking up a small picture off a dresser. "This looks like 's why the name 'Winchester' This room doesn't seem like his personality, though. Does he have a brother, most likely older?"
"Yeah. He does." Dean replied. "His brother's awesome."
"What's he like?" Castiel asked, starting to pry a little more about the room.
"He's funny, witty, extremely sexy, strong, athletic, and thinks you're hot." Dean smirked.
"Does he now?" Castiel hummed, picking up a car magazine off the floor and setting it on a dresser. "How would you know?"
"Dean and I, we're like twins. We tell each other everything." Dean chuckled.
"Dean?" Castiel choked out.
"Yeah. Do you know him?" Dean asked.
"No. Never met him. I've just heard his name mentioned here and there." Cas lied, starting to organize Dean's room. "So you're his best friend then?"
"Something like that." Dean replied.
"Boyfriend?" Castiel continued.
"No." Dean laughed. "That wouldn't work out for many reasons."
"He wouldn't mind if I used his room for reading while my brother gets intoxicated would he?" Castiel asked.
"No. Go ahead." Dean smiled.
"Well it's been nice talking to you." Castiel said, turning to face Dean, sticking his hand out. "I'm Cast-"
Castiel quickly pulled back his hand.
"Still can't get a proper introduction from you, can I?" Dean smirked.
Castiel swallowed, and tried to regain his composure.
"And still you remain silent." Dean retorted.
Castiel just glared at him.
"I'm not that bad, okay?" Dean protested, folding his arms over his chest. "I don't see why you won't talk to me. I'm a cool guy."
"One would imagine that you'd know exactly how one night stands work, Dean, you being...you and all, but customarily, the two parties don't keep in contact and have casual conversations afterward. Hence being called a one night stand, and not a one night stand and then casual friendship the rest of your life." Castiel snapped.
"Are you calling me a man slut?" Dean asked.
"Well, I'm not calling you innocent. That's for sure." Castiel retorted.
"I wouldn't call you an innocent little thing either, Cas." Dean replied.
"Castiel." He glared at Dean.
"What?" Dean replied.
"Castiel. Not Cas. Typically only friends and such can give nicknames, and you are not my friend. I don't even let my brother nickname me." Cas growled.
"That hurt." Dean said in faux sadness.
"And for the record..." Cas continued. "You say I'm not exactly innocent either, but I'll have you know that I don't normally do those kinds of things. It was a big mistake and I am putting it behind me."
"If that were true, than you'd be perfectly fine talking to me. If it's behind you, then it's like it never even happened." Dean replied.
"I said I was putting it behind me, not that I was going to pretend it never happened. I know it happened and it was a mistake and I am going to learn from my mistakes and never let it happen again." Cas stated.
"I still don't see what this has to do with you talking to me? Is it because you're scared I'll seduce you again?" Dean teased.
"You want the truth?" Cas asked. "No. I would not have sex with you again. I have better self control than that. So in all honesty, every time I think of you or look at you, I feel dirty. Very dirty. I don't like what I did with you. I regret what I did with you. And I don't want to be reminded of what I did with you."
"You're blunt." Dean snorted.
"You asked." Cas replied.
"But let me get this straight. You look at me and you get reminded of your mistake?" Dean smiled.
"You are my mistake." Cas glared at him.
"You also say that you have better self control not to sleep with me again. So you're saying you have gained so much self control since a week ago?" Dean smirked.
Cas huffed out an agitated breath. "Last week was very circumstantial. We were stuck in a closet together. Closets have a tendency to initiate romantic or sexual contact due to the closeness and warmth of the space."
"So you're saying that if I shoved you in a closet with me right now, nothing would happen?" Dean asked.
"Nothing at all. That is correct." Cas answered.
"Keep telling yourself that." Dean chuckled. "So last thing. You just said that you 'don't like what you did with me'. I recall you liking it very much. Very very much. So you're telling me you didn't enjoy it?"
"I am not discussing this any further." Cas stated, grabbing his book off the bed and walking past Dean and down the hallway.
Dean followed closely behind him still talking. "You can't lie to me, Cas. I bet you can't look me in the eye and tell me that you did not enjoy it one bit."
Cas continued walking down the hall, scowling. "I just want someplace I can sit and read my book in peace. And quit calling me Cas!"
"Dammit." Cas muttered when he reached the end of the hall and it led out to a balcony.
"See. Now you're forced to talk to me." Dean smiled.
Cas sighed and put his book under his arm. "I don't know why you insist on wanting to talk to me so much. I'm no one special. Can't you just pick any other girl or guy out there and talk to them instead?"
"No one special? No one special?!" Dean scoffed. "How can you say that about yourself. I've never met anyone like you in my life!"
"Most people say that." Cas said, walking out onto the balcony, Dean still following him. "They normally mean it in the negative way."
"Then they don't know what they're missing." Dean replied.
"I know you're just saying this so you can get in my pants again, but it's not going to work." Cas stated.
Dean laughed. "Honey, I've been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Now, I'm interested in Cas, at least more than Cas's dick."
"As terribly as that was worded, that is literally the nicest thing someone's said to me in a long time." Cas sighed. "Still. I'm sure it's another one of your wiles to seduce me."
"Would I lie to you?" Dean asked.
"How the hell would I know? I've met you what? Twice? And the first time didn't really involve talking." Cas exclaimed.
"I don't see what reason I would have to lie to you then." Dean shrugged.
"Oh I don't know." Cas retorted. "Just to make yourself sound nice and sweet and make me feel good around you and then sleep with you again."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not, just because I like sex doesn't mean that it's all I think about, dude."
"Well, let's see what evidence you can provide towards that." Cas smirked. "Oh that's right. None."
"You have a major, and when I say major, I mean massively huge, case of the smartass." Dean said.
"And you say that I'm blunt." Cas scoffed.
"Hey, I'm just stating the facts here." Dean smiled. "Like how you do not act like a person who owns 90% of the city."
"My brother makes up for that. Don't worry." Cas snorted.
"I've seen. Good ol' Gabe." Dean chuckled. "You want to hear something funny?"
"Go ahead." Cas muttered.
"Until about ten minutes ago, I had no clue who you were. I saw you and Gabriel pull up in that Porsche and I asked Sammy who owned it, right? And he said the Novaks and then he said that I was the one who invited them and I was so confused that I needed to sit down. Then when I saw that you and Gabriel were the Novaks I literally spit my beer everywhere."
"That's gross." Cas commented, resting on the railing and looking out into the Winchester's yard.
Dean walked up by him and leaned with his back against the railing. "You want to know something else?"
"Not really." Cas answered.
"Well I'm telling you anyways." Dean said.
"Okay." Cas responded.
"I threw this whole party just so I'd get a chance to see you again. I made sure your brother brought you along." Dean confessed.
"That's a bit of an overreaction, wouldn't you say?" Cas asked.
Dean shrugged. "Well, I like you. You're cool. And obviously you wouldn't respond if I texted you again. I figured that much."
"You don't know that for a fact." Cas replied.
"The way our last conversation ended, both in real life and via text, I was pretty sure you wouldn't." Dean smiled.
"I'm not as great as you think I am, Dean." Cas sighed.
"I highly doubt that." Dean laughed.
"You barely know anything about me. That's not appropriate grounds to make the decision if I'm 'great' or not." Cas responded.
"I know enough." Dean stated. "And trust me when I say that I've seen enough people and seen enough bad to know good when I see it. And you're good, Cas."
"I suppose I could get used to it." Cas mused.
"Used to what?" Dean asked.
"Being called 'Cas'." He answered.
"Well, I don't plan on stopping anytime soon anyways." Dean chuckled.
"Dammit." Cas muttered as he accidentally knocked his book off the balcony.
"I'll get it." Dean said.
"No it's fine, Dean. I can-" Cas started.
"Cas. I insist. It'll only take a moment." Dean assured him.
Dean swung himself over the side of the balcony, hanging onto the railing for a moment before dropping flat on his feet to the ground below.
"Dean, what the hell was that?!" Cas yelled.
"Aw..." Dean cooed. "That's you caring. It's a miracle!"
Cas glared at Dean. "Exactly how do you plan on getting back up here?"
"Think fast." Dean threw Cas's book up, Cas catching it as he threw it. "Good catch."
Cas nodded, but then got worried when Dean got a running start towards a tree. He jumped up and grabbed onto a tree branch. He pulled his feet up and placed them on a branch slightly lower. He stood up and stepped across branches until he was slightly higher than the railing on the balcony.
"Dean, I'm not letting you do this." Cas called.
"Try and stop me." Dean smirked as he positioned himself. "Okay. Now put your arms in the air and turn around."
"Oh no. Not going to happen." Cas replied.
"Just do it. You're not going to get hurt." Dean sighed.
"I'm not the one I'm worried about. You're the one standing on a tree branch without even using your hands for support." Cas shot.
"I know what I'm doing. And I'm not lying about this because this has nothing to do with seducing you." Dean pushed.
"Fine. But I am trusting you." Cas gave in, doing as Dean had previously told him.
Dean jumped, but missed, falling into a bush below. Cas heard the thud and ran over to the balcony.
"I'm okay!" Dena called, a thumbs up appearing from the bush. "Thanks for asking."
"I'm in shock. I thought you died." Cas defended.
"Do you know how many times I've fallen here. Why do you think my dad planted the bush, jackass?" Dean yelled. "I'm just a little rusty. Let me try again."
"Can't you just use the stairs like a normal person?" Cas asked.
"Too boring." Dean smiled, climbing out of the bush and repeating the tree climb until he was on the same branch, just a little more forward.
"Dean, that doesn't look safe." Cas commented as the branch bent under Dean's weight.
"I know. So hurry the fuck up would you?" Dean replied.
"You're bossy." Cas mused turning around.
"And about to fall out of a tree if you don't put your hands up." Dean warned.
With a forceful jump, Dean flew out of the tree and over the balcony, grabbing onto Cas's hands to stop. Dean flipped himself over into a standing position and smirked as he let go of Cas and he stared dumbfounded.
"What'd you think?" Dean asked. "Scale of 1-badass?"
"I think that was completely dangerous." Cas scolded him.
"Whatever." Dean shrugged.
"That obviously was rehearsed." Cas stated. "Where'd you learn?"
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. I promise." Cas replied.
"Pinky promise?" Dean held out his hand.
"Yes. Pinky promise." Cas nodded.
"Do the pinky, dude." Dean ordered.
"You're making me doubt my reputation as a loser." Cas retorted, squeezing Dean's pinky with his own.
"Shut up." Dean smiled.
"So? Where'd you learn?"
"When I was 11 or 12 or that age time, I wanted to be an acrobat. So I went to the library and checked out like every book on acrobatics, right? And I read and practiced through all of them like a hundred times and did all the exercises. After that, I was really, really flexible and trained. Once I got the technique down, I started practicing around the back yard and house and stuff." Dean explained.
"Really?" Cas laughed. "You? Acrobat?"
"No hating on the acrobat!" Dean exclaimed.
"What else can you do? If you don't mind my asking." Cas requested with a curious smile.
"Of course not!" Dean exclaimed. "A little space?"
Cas stepped back closer to the hallway. Dean jumped up on the railing of the balcony and started walking along it.
"Dean..." Cas said warily. "Be careful..."
"Did you not hear word I just said? I'm pro at this, dude." Dean assured him.
"And you also said you've gotten rusty." Cas remarked.
"Whatever." Dean shrugged it off. "Prepare for a show."
Dean jumped and did a double backflip, landing perfectly on the railing again as Cas watched in horror. Dean pretended to lose his balance and started waving his arms around frantically.
"Dean!" Cas yelled, running over to him.
Right before Dean would've fallen, he stood straight up, a smug smile on his face. "Just kidding. I'm fine."
"Oh fuck you!" Cas yelled.
"Everyone tells me that for some reason." Dean laughed, jumping down and sitting on the banister.
"Wonder why?" Cas asked sarcastically as he went over by Dean and rested his elbows on the banister. "Maybe it's because you're an assbutt."
"An assbutt?" Dean laughed.
"Yes." Cas replied. "You are a massive assbutt."
"You need to learn some new insults." Dean retorted.
"Not like yours are perfectly good either." Cas smiled.
"Point and Case." Dean smiled, clapping his hands together.
"What?" Cas asked.
"You said that you probably wouldn't like me based off my room, right? Well if I don't say so myself, I think you like me and you were wrong." Dean smirked.
"Well, I don't dislike you." Cas replied warily.
"Well that's good. I don't dislike you either, but I'm not lying about it." Dean sassed.
"I'm not lying." Cas protested. "I don't dislike you and that's a fact."
"It's vague." Dean snorted.
"Deal with it." Cas snapped.
"You do realize that every single thing you say makes me think that that whole 'self control' speech was a bunch of bullshit." Dean mused.
"Maybe you're right." Cas thought out loud.
Cas stepped forward and brought his lips to Dean's slowly moving them in unison.
"To hell with self control right?" Dean smirked.
"I hate you." Cas mumbled. "I honestly hate you right now."
Cas mumbled a few more 'I hate you's before stepping back and slapping Dean.
"What was that for?" Dean whined, rubbing his face.
"For doing it again!" Cas yelled.
"Doing what again?" Dean asked.
"Talking to me!" Cas answered.
"Sorry for being social?" Dean replied.
"That's not what I mean. You were being all smooth and sexy and made me kiss you." Cas complained.
"Notice the part where you kissed me." Dean smiled.
"It's your fault. You're just so...kissable." Cas stammered. "You know what? It doesn't matter. I'd be lying if I said it was nice meeting you. You're an asshole, but I know you can't help it. I'm leaving now and you'll never see me again."
"Way to love 'em and leave 'em, Cas." Dean retorted.
"Well sor-ry." Cas mumbled. "I didn't come out here and plan to make out with you. So like I said, I am leaving and never seeing you again."
"Because that worked out so well for you before." Dean smiled. "So, see you next time."
"Goodbye." Cas nodded curtly at Dean and took off running back down the hallway.
Dean jumped off the balcony and took the back gate to get to the front of the house. He smirked to himself and easily spotted the white Porsche. He leaned against the side, waiting for Cas to drag his brother out. Sooner than later, Gabriel followed as Cas scurried out of the house. Cas immediately froze in his tracks as he saw Dean. Dean waved his fingers at Cas and smiled smugly.
"Nice ride." Dean complimented Gabriel.
"Tell me about it." Gabriel smiled. "She's my favorite out of all our cars. What's your stallion?"
"67 Chevy Impala." Dean replied.
"Ooh. That's a sturdy one." Gabriel nodded.
"Yeah. She's great." Dean beamed. "What other cars do you have?"
"I have a few Mercedes', some Maserati's, a Lexus, a Ferrari, a few Audi's, two Cadillac's, a Rolls Royce, and two Lamborghini's." Gabriel answered.
"Damn." Dean replied. "For the month of December you're my best friend."
"Okay." Gabriel nodded dramatically. "Deal."
After Dean had gone back inside, Gabriel whistled as Cas started the engine. "You sure do have it bad for that Winchester kid."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Cas stated.
"Like hell you don't." Gabriel laughed. "Your breath smells like beer and I know you don't drink. Also, you looked like you'd seen a ghost when you saw him out here. You freaking gasped, dude. You sounded like the chick on the Klondike bar commercial."
"It meant nothing." Cas scowled.
"Cassie. You're my brother. I know everything about you and I can totally tell that you have fallen hard for Dean." Gabriel said.
Cas sighed. "Fine, you're right, but you don't need to worry about it. I'm not going to see him again."
"Of course you are!" Gabriel exclaimed.
"So you're going to trick me into coming to another party as your driver when you're obviously not drunk?" Cas asked.
"No, you're going to see him again on your own. I know these things, Cassie." Gabriel smirked.
"But I don't want to feel this way about him, Gabriel." Cas whined. "I never intended to. I wasn't even supposed to see him again after that night!"
"Whoa. Calm down, little brother." Gabriel chuckled. "What are you talking about?"
"Remember that party last week?" Cas asked.
"Yeah. Something happen?" Gabriel smiled.
"We...we had sex." Cas spurted out.
"Way to score!" Gabriel exclaimed, patting him on the back.
"It was only supposed to be one night – one really fucking awesome night – but I can't get him out of my head and it's not right. It's called a one night stand for a reason, Gabriel! How many people do you know that have had one night stands and then start dating or remain friends or something?" Cas spazzed.
"Calm down, bro." Gabriel laughed. "It's not a big deal."
"This has never happened before!" Cas exclaimed. "I'm never going to see him again and it'll all be fine."
"Castiel..." Gabriel said sternly. "Let's say that you have a dog, but one day, you develop an allergy to the dog. You can ignore the dog and stay as far away from it as possible, but you'd still have an allergic reaction as long as it was still in the house. So for this example, you keep the dog. You can ignore it and never be in the same room as it. Or you can play with it and love it and pet it. So now just imagine that Dean is the dog and your little 'crush' on him is your allergy. What do you do?"
"But Dean isn't a dog." Cas said confused.
"There is no hope for you. No hope at all." Gabriel chuckled, ruffling Cas's hair. "I'm just trying to say that you're going to be crushing on him whether you torture yourself and ignore him or if you hang out with him."
Cas sighed loudly. "Life is hard. Remind me never to have a one night stand again."