Cas smiled to himself as he marked an X on his calendar in Sharpie. It was Friday again and Gabriel was attending another one of his wild parties. It wasn't until Cas had met Dean that he had come to appreciate his brother's wild behavior. He put his backpack down on the side of his bed and sat down, pulling out one of his textbooks and it's corresponding homework assignment and notes.

"I can't believe you're doing your homework the second you get home." Gabriel laughed. "Don't you want to do something else? Don't you want to hang out with one of your friends, play a video game, watch some extremely kinky gay porn?"

Cas gagged at the notion. "You're disgusting Gabriel. And unlike you, I wish to get into a good college, get a good education, get married, maybe have some kids, watch them grow up, and get old with the person I love, all while basking in bathtubs of hundred dollar bills thanks to my well-paying job."

"That's quite the goal for you, Mr. Antisocial Suit and Tie." Gabriel smirked.

"Well, with all those parties you attend every Friday and Saturday night, I wouldn't expect you have goals for your future." Cas replied, hinting at a certain subject.

"Speaking of parties," Gabriel smiled. "There's one over at the Harvelle's tonight. Jo, the cute blonde, she practically grew up with the Winchester family, so I'm betting that your 'somehow different than all the others' jock is going to be there."

"I'm not interested." Cas said, not wanting to sound desperate.

"Okay." Gabriel shrugged. "Whatever."

"G-" Cas started, but quickly stopped, when his phone buzzed.

He quickly grabbed it and his face lit up when he saw Dean's name flashing on the screen. He flipped open the phone and read the message.

"You sure look happy to get one little text." Gabriel mused. "Is that who I think it is?"

Cas returned to a neutral state and turned his phone off again. "No. It was just a telemarketer."

"Well that must've been one hell of a telemarketer to make you that happy? Was it a Victoria's Secret picture message advertisement?" Gabriel asked.

"Something like that." Cas lied, his phone going off again and then again twice more.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at his brother. "Pretty pesky telemarketer, huh?"

"Yes. You know how they are getting these days." Cas sighed.

"Sure." Gabriel rolled his eyes. "I'm going to leave your telemarketers and you to be."

Cas nodded curtly, and Gabriel walked out of his room. Immediately, Cas flipped over on his stomach and turned his phone back on. He saw that he had four texts.

dammit cas! i know you saw that

your read receipts are on you jackass

caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!

fine. be that way. ill just invite someone else then

Cas chuckled and responded to the messages.

You do that. I have studying to attend to and do not have time for such foolish pastimes such as underage drinking and screamo music.

this is different. trust me.

Why should I trust you?

why shouldn't you

Becuase I don't know you.

so youre telling me that you make out with all the guys you dont know

...It wasn't like that.

yeah. keep telling yourself that

I will. So what makes this party so different than the others?

hah! youre showing interest

No. I'm not. I'm displaying curiosity.

liar!

Assbutt!

anyways...its at the harvelles roadhouse. its going to be pretty late since its after the bar closes. her mom is the one who allowed it so there wont be too much beer for a few reasons...unless that pesky yet strangely attractive teenager brings a case of beer

Why would I bring beer if I don't plan on coming?

haha. real funny cas

I thought it was funny.

maybe a little...

well as far as music goes itll be classic and heavy rock. NOT screamo

You're not persuading me to do anything, Dean. I would not let a party, and most certainly not you, get in the way of my studies. Am I clear?

youre coming tonight and thats final

Just to be clear, in which sense of the word?

someone has a one track mind i see. i like it. ;) so how about we go with both

How about neither?

how about no

Dean. I have 8 AP classes I have to study for finals for. No force on this Earth could pull me away from them. Do you understand how important my education is to me? Very. I put my education before my relationships, social life, health, family, and wants.

so youre not going to even think it over

Just for you, I've given it three seconds thought. No. I am not coming. Period.

are you asking for some midol

No. I'm asking for you to stop texting me and give up. I'm not coming to your stupid party.

:(

Don't look at me like that. I'm not coming. Goodbye.

:(((((((((((

Goodbye, Dean.

prick

Goodbye, you assbutt. See you never again.

Cas set his phone back down beside him, but picked it up when his calendar went off. He sighed as he read the screen.

'Dean Winchester has invited you to an event on Saturday at 12:30 AM. Are you attending?'

Cas hit the 'No.' button without a moment's thought and set his phone down for the final time.

"Hey, Jo!" Dean said happily.

"Something up, Dean? Are you not coming tonight?" Jo asked.

"No. I'm pretty sure I'm coming. I just wanted to make sure you invited Gabriel and Castiel Novak." Dean answered.

"Actually, no. I invited Gabriel, but it didn't cross my mind to invite Castiel. He doesn't really cross me as the party type. I can invite him, too if you'd like? I doubt he'd show, though." Jo replied.

"No. It's fine. You're probably right." Dean sighed.

"He goes to that fancy private school a few miles from the mall. Word is that he's in all AP classes. I would hate to have to study for those finals." She retorted.

"Yeah. Tell me about it." Dean snorted.

"Well. I have to go. Mom wants me to clean the bathrooms. Gross. But hey, I'll see you later, Dean." Jo groaned.

"See ya, Jo." Dean chuckled, hanging up the phone.

"Dean, what are you going to wear at the party tonight?" Sam asked.

"Actually, Sam, I'm not sure I'm going." Dean sighed.

"Why not? You love Jo's parties." Sam scoffed. "Besides, Castiel might be there."

"I doubt that." Dean muttered.

"He was at the last party." Sam tried.

"Like that'll ever happen again." Dean laughed. "He's got finals to study for."

"Dean." Sam drawled. "You are not going to let Castiel get in the way of your partying. I am making you go."

"I love how any normal night, you'd chain me to a bed to get me to stay in, but now that I'm not sure I'm going, your going to tie me up by a leash and drag me over there." Dean smirked.

Sam huffed and walked out of the room. "I'd follow Castiel's example and study for your finals before it's time to get ready though. It's hard to have much a life when you're paying the bills of minimum wage."

"You're just saying that because you know you're going somewhere on scholarship when you're older!" Dean called after him.

Cas sighed as he pushed through all the suits and dress shirts until he reached a very small t-shirt collection which hadn't been acknowledged in almost two years.

"Why am I doing this?" He asked himself. "Michael would be furious if he knew I was attending a party."

Cas pulled out a solid black T-shirt, but quickly pushed it back in the closet. He grabbed a white one, but saw that it had 'I love Grandma' printed on the front.

"Time to burn you." He muttered, tossing it across his room. "What if I shouldn't be casual? What if I should stick with being formal?"

He disregarded the notion and finally settled on an oversized gray T-shirt that had the AC/DC logo on it. "Dean said there's casual rock there, right? AC/DC should work. Hopefully."

Cas pulled on one of his only pairs of jeans, a rather tight fitting one and found a pair of cheap flip-flops.

"Hair..." He muttered. "Hair, hair, hair."

Cas went into the bathroom and thoroughly checked his hair. "Too neat."

He wet his hair with water and then grabbed a towel, making his hair terribly messy. Cas groaned as he ran his hands down his face.

"This is a bad idea..." Cas muttered.

"What is?" Gabriel asked, popping his head in the room.

"Being your brother." Cas retorted from the bathroom.

Gabriel peered in, smiling. "What are you getting all dressed up for?"

"Nothing." Cas replied red-faced. "I just figured that you'd need a designated driver tonight and I new it was a bar so I figured I shouldn't be so formal."

"And this has absolutely nothing to do with your boyfriend being there?" Gabriel taunted.

"Dean is not my boyfriend. He never will be. I'm only going for you." Cas stated.

"So either you're lying or you have some fucked up thoughts in your head." Gabriel laughed, gesturing towards the Axe on the counter.

"Shut up." Cas snapped. "I'll be out in a moment."

"Don't use too much of that stuff. You'll end up choking him." Gabriel smirked.

"Out." Cas pointed at the doorway.

"Fine. Fine. I'm going." Gabriel smiled.

Cas glared at him as he finished tweaking his hair.

"Which car are we taking this time?" Cas asked sarcastically, stumbling down the stairs awkwardly in his flip-flops.

"I was thinking the limo?" Gabriel suggested.

"Limo?" Cas asked. "We don't own a limo."

Gabriel pulled a pair of keys from his pocket and clicked them. Cas saw a pair of headlights flash outside the window. He gawked at his brother in disbelief and then looked outside.

"You bought a limo?" Cas scoffed. "You bought a limo?"

"Yeah. A few days ago. Now we can really make an entrance at parties." Gabriel smirked.

"Because that's just what I want. To be noticed by everyone." Cas retorted.

"Anias is waiting on the front lawn for us." Gabriel said. "We should really get going."

Cas sighed in annoyance and disappointment and followed his brother out the door.

Dean scowled as he saw the crowd merge towards the doorway and the windows.

"Fucking Novaks." He muttered. "Wonder what gawdy ride they have tonight?"

Dean sighed and took a sip of his beer. Slowly, the crowd spread out again, or at least moved to a different area, obviously following Gabriel. Dean laughed to himself as he heard the chatter of a limo surround him.

"They're so pathetic..." Dean chuckled bittersweetly. "With their money and fame and power."

"I take it you're talking about the Novak's?" Cas asked.

"Yeah." Dean snorted. "Glad I'm not the only one who thinks that."

"I think that, too, Dean." Cas replied.

Dean spun around in his chair, but then broke out in a large smile. "Well, look at you."

"Yeah." Cas sighed. "Look at me..."

"What happened to studying for finals?" Dean smirked.

"Gabriel insisted that I be his designated driver." Cas answered. "I am here completely against my will."

"Even though Gabriel came here in a limo with a chauffeur?" Dean laughed. "Busted."

"I didn't even know we were taking a limo until we were out the door, Dean." Cas defended.

"But you were just casually walking around like that around your house? I find that hard to believe." Dean smiled.

"Well believe it." Cas murmured.

Dean slipped some money on the counter behind him and stood up. "So tell me. What was your first AC/DC track?"

"My what?" Cas asked.

Dean glanced at his shirt. "You wore that just to impress me. Am I right?"

"No." Cas said quickly and nervously. "You are so so far away from right and you are completely to the left."

"Say what you want, Castiel, but I can see the truth in your eyes." Dean growled playfully.

"And what would that be?" Cas responded.

Dean winked at him in reply before telling him to wait there for him. Dean walked over to the laptop controlling the playlist and added 'You Shook Me All Night Long' as the next song on the queue.

"Good ol' AC/DC." Dean smirked, walking back to Cas.

Dean grabbed Cas's hand and walked him over to a booth, scooting in next to him.

"Do you have to sit next to me?" Cas scoffed.

"Are you always this touchy?" Dean laughed.

"Are you always this clingy?" Cas retorted.

"Are you always this sexy?" Dean said in a low voice.

"Don't you dare turn this into a flirtation, Dean Winchester!" Cas exclaimed. "We are supposed to be fighting!"

Dean smiled at him. "I can turn anything into a 'flirtation'."

"I could believe it." Cas retorted.

"Everyone can. And everyone does." Dean replied.

"You're making small talk. You obviously have something else on your mind. What is it?" Cas asked.

"Someone's direct." Dean muttered.

"What's bothering you?" Cas inquired. "What's on your mind?"

"Why do you care?" Dean countered.

"Does really matter?" Cas rolled his eyes.

"Well if I'm going to tell you the inner workings of my mind, then yes. I need an explanation." Dean answered.

"Fine." Cas folded his arms.

"Fine." Dean replied.

"Fine." Cas repeated.

"Fine." Fine laughed.

"You already said that." Cas stated.

"So did you." Dean smiled.

"Good point." Cas mused.

"So are you going to explain to me your motives?" Dean teased.

"Well obviously our conversation can't get anywhere if you're not completely present." Cas answered.

"Oh." Dean said alarmed. "You mean you want to talk me now. You're not going to tell me to go away more?"

"Don't tempt me to kick you out of this booth, Dean. Don't think I won't, because I will." Cas stated.

"Oh no! I'm so scared." Dean laughed.

"So now tell me, Dean. What exactly is on your mind that is distracting you?" Cas asked.

"You." Dean smiled, leaning in and kissing Cas.

Cas smiled as Dean pressed his lips against his own, Cas's hands slowly finding their way around Dean's neck as Dean's tangled in his messy hair. Dean eventually, moved his mouth away from Cas's and started kissing down the side of Cas's neck. He heard Cas exhale a shaky breath along with a quiet moan.

"You like that?" Dean whispered.

"Yes." Cas sighed. "I mean no."

Cas pushed Dean off him. "Stop it. Stop that right now."

"You're smiling." Dean said.

"No I'm not." Cas quickly went back to a neutral expression.

"You were." Dean smirked.

"No I wasn't." Cas protested. "I never was."

"Are you sure?" Dean asked. "Because I think if you didn't enjoy it, you would've pushed me off sooner."

"I was just in shock." Cas defended.

"Liar." Dean smiled.

"Never kiss me again." Cas stated.

"Oh, but you're still allowed to kiss me?" Dean chuckled.

"Yes." Cas answered.

"Well that's no fun." Dean pouted.

"Life's not fun." Cas retorted.

"It's not fair either." Dean added.

"Life's not fair, Dean." Cas replied.

"I should've seen that one coming." Dean laughed. "But you want to know something?"

"What?" Cas sighed blatantly.

"I've never been one to follow the rules." Dean smiled, leaning in and going back to kissing Cas's neck.

"Dean..." Cas drawled. "Dean stop that."

"No." Dean grinned.

"Get off me!" Cas giggled.

"You sure don't sound like you want that." Dean whispered, tracing Cas's collarbone with his finger.

"Stop touching me." Cas breathed.

Dean pulled away, but moved his hand to Cas's face, stroking his cheek with his thumb. Cas smiled momentarily, but pulled Dean's hand away and tossed it back at him.

"You will follow my rules, Dean." Cas ordered.

"And if I don't?" Dean asked.

"Then I'll take appropriate measures." Cas answered.

"What would that be?" Dean smirked.

"What the situation calls for." Cas stated.

Dean mused to himself before placing a warm hand on Cas's leg and leaning in, beginning to kiss Cas again. Dean's fingers danced along the outside of Cas's jeans, sending shivers up his spine and giving him goosebumps.

"Self control." Cas whispered to himself. "Self control."

Dean chuckled, but didn't let Cas know he'd heard him. He nibbled on Cas's bottom lip before Cas pushing him forward forcefully, still kissing him.

"Okay." Cas sighed. "We're leaving."

"That's the answer I was hoping for." Dean smiled, pulling Cas out of the booth, his hand latched behind Cas's waist. Cas pushed Dean out the back door of the roadhouse and to a nearby motel. He slammed Dean up against a wall and Dean pulled a lock pick out. Cas pushed his hand down and held up a small, silver key hanging from a keychain. He clicked open the door, letting it loudly fall shut behind them.

Cas smiled as he pushed Dean down on the bed. His grey shirt hung loose off of his body as he climbed on top of Dean on the bed. After a moment, he pulled off the shirt and tossed it to the side, proceeding to tug at Dean's shirt. Dean unfastened his jeans and quickly pulled out of them, Cas doing the same.

"Go to hell, Dean." Cas panted.

"Totally going to be worth it." Dean smiled.

"Assbutt." Cas laughed.

Cas laid on his back staring at the ceiling in disgust.

"If looks could kill." Dean retorted.

Cas flicked his icy gaze over towards Dean.

"Good thing they can't." Dean chuckled.

Cas exhaled sharply.

"Well, if it makes a difference, now it's a two night stand, not just one night." Dean smiled.

"Don't." Cas snapped.

"Fine." Dean shrugged. "I'm jus-"

"I don't want to hear it, Dean." Cas stated.

Dean rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his elbow. "Did anyone ever tell you you wear too much cologne?"

"Sounds familiar." Cas sighed.

"I don't think I mind too much, though." Dean smiled.

Cas kicked away the blankets and started moving towards the edge of the bed.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked.

"Home." Cas answered.

"Really? Now?" Dean whined.

"Yes. Now. I don't wish to spend any more time with you in this muggy hotel room than I have to." Cas scowled.

"Are you sure?" Dean smirked, leaning over and kissing Cas again.

"Nevermind." Cas mumbled. "I'm being stupid."

"That's what I thought." Dean chuckled.

Cas held up his hand to his eyes as the sun filtered into the room through the holes in the curtains. He groaned and climbed out of the bed, being careful as to not make the springs squeak so much. He quietly gathered his belongs and changed into his clothes. When he pulled his shirt off the bed, he saw large, green eyes looking up at him.

"Where's your self control now?" Dean smiled.

"Go fuck yourself." Cas shot.

"Honestly, I'd rather fuck you." Dean teased.

"I'd tell you to go fuck yourself again, but I feel that'd be redundant." Cas sighed.

Dean climbed out of the bed and stepped back into his jeans. He walked over to Cas and wrapped his arms around Cas's midsection from behind, kissing Cas's neck. Cas hummed in pleasure before stepping away from Dean's touch.

"Stop it." Cas ordered. "You're not helping."

"Not helping what? You forget me?" Dean smirked.

"I've been doing some thinking about that, and I've come to the conclusion that you are like my teddy bear. I need to get rid of you and I should get rid of you and I want to get rid of you, but at the same time, I want to keep you and hug you and do bad things with you. Everytime I want to get rid of you, you keep coming back and I can't bring myself to do it and it's terrible and I'm in a very big problem!" Cas replied.

"Your poor, traumatized teddy bear." Dean laughed.

Cas sighed and turned away from him again.

"Let me guess. I'm sexy when I'm funny." Dean smiled.

"You're sexy all the time." Cas muttered.

"Tell me something I don't know." Dean teased.

"The quadratic formula." Cas stated.

"Smart ass." Dean retorted.

"You asked." Cas responded.

Dean walked over to the nightstand and began writing on the notepad.

"What are you doing?" Cas asked.

"It's only polite to leave an apology note." Dean replied.

"At least you have some manners." Cas remarked.

"Shut up." Dean smirked.

"What does that say?" Cas walked over to the nightstand and Dean passed him the pad.

Sorry about that. Um we were kind of in a hurry. It was worth breaking and entering for, though. It was for a good cause.

"Wow, Dean." Cas rolled his eyes, placing the pad back on the nightstand.

Dean grabbed Cas's ass and he yelped.

"Dean, leave me alone." Cas demanded.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Dean smiled.

"Well, I'm leaving anyways." Cas stated, walking out the door.

"Oh no you don't!" Dean yelled after him. stepping into his sneakers and bolting out the door after Cas.

When he caught up to him, Dean grabbed Cas around the middle and lifted him in the air.

"Put me down!" Cas cried.

Dean set Cas on the ground, but still had him held around his stomach. He kissed the side of Cas' neck, softly, causing Cas to giggle quietly, but he quickly stopped.

"Dean. I'm trying to leave." Cas moaned.

"I don't want you to, though." Dean replied.

"Well, I have to, Dean." Cas said. "You know what? I'll text you later."

"No you won't." Dean stated.

"No. I won't." Cas laughed. "But it was worth a try."

"Points for effort." Dean smiled. "I'll take you home. I doubt that the limo sat there overnight."

"Thanks, but I can walk." Cas replied.

"Cas!" Dean exclaimed. "It's seven miles!"

"I can walk." Cas assured him.

"I'm not letting you." Dean protested, grabbing his wrist and dragging him back towards the roadhouse.

Dean and Cas walked back to the Impala, Dean smiling smugly to himself and Cas with that cold stare.

"You know, you can stop faking." Dean finally said.

"What?" Cas scoffed.

"Cas." Dean started. "You are not some emotionless robot. I have seen you laugh and smile fifty million times, okay? I know you're not this cold, professional freakoid."

"It makes it easier for me then." Cas sighed. "The less I open up around you, the less I..."

"You what?" Dean asked.

"Nothing." Cas shook his head.

As Dean opened the car door, he saw Jo step out grinning. "Wait here."

Dean walked over to the small bland and saw her drying a glass with a towel.

"Was that a Novak?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yeah." Dean answered.

"Dude!" She exclaimed. "You scored this time! You should keep him around for a while!"

"Planning on it." Dean smiled.

"Really?" She scoffed. "He's kind of weird you know? He may be hot, but he is freaking harsh and cold to people."

"I know. I've seen. I've conquered." Dean laughed.

"I wouldn't plan on getting far with him though. Michael's a real pain in the ass about who they date."

"Michael?" Dean asked.

"Their older brother. He has legal custody of them. I'm sure your boyfriend over there will explain it to you. I have to do the dishes." Jo answered.

"Oh. Text me later!" Dean waved at her.

"Will do!" She smiled.

Dean climbed in the car and backed out of the parking lot.

"She seems nice." Cas mused.

"She's awesome. Dean confirmed.

"Gabriel tells me she was raised with you." Cas replied.

"Yeah. Pretty much. She's like a little sister to me." Dean said fondly.

Dean dropped Cas off at his mansion and drove off, smiling at him. Cas only glared at him in response. Dean flipped him off and laughed.

A/N: Half the time while writing this chapter, I was thinking about how little sleep I'm going to get before I wake up in 3.5 hours to dye my hair before my doctors appointment because logic. And the other half, I was just kind of getting all involved in it and I had to persuade myself not to write like a whole nother chapter wrapped up in this one like a giant breakfast burrito. I'm bringing Michael in next chapter, though. Sneak peek: He's going to be mischievous. I'll leave it at that.