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Chapter Seven

The night of the party came faster than expected. Dean was posted outside of Cas' room like usual, but unlike usual his mind was elsewhere. It's not like he wasn't used to spending time with Cas. For the past four weeks they had been attached at the hip for all intents and purposes. And maybe at the lips once…or twice. But tonight was different. They weren't going to be guardian and Moroi. They were a couple…or something like that. Dean wasn't good with labeling things like relationships.

"Ready?" Cas asked him.

"What? Yeah," Dean replied. Shit, he hadn't even noticed the door open. Some guardian he was.

"Who's hosting this again?" Cas asked as they fell in step alongside each other.

"Jesse Zeklos. He's kind of a douche," Dean said with a chuckle.

"Ah, so this should be fun," Cas said with a snicker. "Good thing I've been practicing my fireball."

Dean snickered himself. "We can hang out with Adrian. And my brother is going to be there with his girlfriend. I haven't met her yet so this is kind of a big deal," he said to Cas.

"I guess it's a night of firsts for all us, huh?" Cas said with a smile.

Dean could hear the party before he could see it. Jesse came from a long line of social climbers. His family wasn't one of the bigger royal clans, but what they lacked in size they made up for in other ways.

Cas spotted Adrian hanging out on the perimeter of the room. He elbowed Dean and they walked into the room to join him.

"Shit, where's my camera? I gotta document this moment," Adrian teased. It was easy to tell that Mr. Ivashkov had already partaken in the punch. Before Dean could even respond Adrian waved his hand wildly. "Sam is here with a girl. And not just any girl. A really hot one. I mean she's kinda jailbait, but still. Totally hot."

"Anything else we need to know?" Dean asked with a chuckle.

"I'm going to make out with her tonight," Adrian said and pointed to Lissa Dragomir.

"Adrian, that's your cousin…kind of," Dean reminded him.

Adrian made a face. "Ah, you're right. Damn it. I need a refill," he decided.

"Just…be careful, buddy," Dean said and clapped him on the back. He looked around and saw poor Eddie leaning against the wall looking as uncomfortable as a prostitute in church.

"Tonight is not going to end well for him," Cas announced.

"Eh, some girl will take care of him," Dean assured him. "He's got that whole tortured artist thing going on. Girls eat it up."

"Speaking of eating…do they serve anything but tainted punch at these things? I'm starving," Cas said.

"Let's do a little exploring," Dean suggested.

The party area encompassed the third floor of the boys' dorm. Anyone interested in 'hosting' along with Jesse that evening left their room open. The floor was mostly made up of royal residents so almost all the doors were open.

"This looks promising," Cas said as they neared the end of the hallway.

Dean ducked his head through the doorway and scanned the room. Because of Cas' comment he expected to see some chips and dip on the nightstand or at least some cheese whiz and crackers thrown on the bed, but there was no sign of sustenance anywhere. "What are you talking…"

The rest of Dean's sentence was cut off by Cas' lips crushing against his. They had kissed a handful of times since that evening in the training room, but this kiss was different.

This kiss was hot!

Cas wrapped his arms around Dean and kicked the door closed with his foot. His hands rested on Dean's cheeks, cupping his face gently, before slowly making their way down his sides as the fervor in the kiss grew deeper. Every part of Dean's body came alive under his touch.

Dean whined against Cas' mouth as he parted his lips and Cas' tongue slipped inside. The wet, hot taste of his kiss was making it very hard for Dean to remain upright and was only made worse when Cas' hands finally ended their journey by resting on Dean's ass.

He pressed his body closer against Cas', effectively pinning him against the wall. This motion caused a low groan to escape from Cas' throat. Dean tangled his fingers in the back of Cas' hair, tugging gently. Cas pulled back to catch his breath, but the reprieve lasted only half a second before he gave Dean another soul devouring kiss.

Dean had never been this close to someone in…a really long time. He knew it could escalate rather quickly if he wasn't careful. His body was definitely responding and Cas definitely seemed willing. Just as he was about to open his mouth and formulate some kind of 'so what are we doing here?' there was a bang on the door.

"This is my room! What the actual fuck are you doing in there? I hear you moaning. If you get any bodily juices on my sheets I'm gonna kick your ass!" the voice shrieked.

"He sounds pissed," Cas snickered as the boys broke apart.

"Bodily juices, really?" Dean asked through a laugh.

After they collected themselves Cas opened the door and they found themselves face to face with red faced Ralf Sarcozy, one of Jesse's cronies.

"Don't worry, bud…we kept our bodily juices to ourselves," Dean said and clapped him on the back. "Your bed should be grateful, though…that's the most action it's ever seen."

Ralf looked like he wanted to reply, but couldn't think of a response so he just stomped into his room.

"Want to dance?" Cas asked him once they were in the hallway again.

No, he wanted to kiss. "I don't know how to dance," Dean replied.

"Awesome…neither do I," Cas said. He grabbed his hand and led him onto the makeshift dance floor.

Some funky electronic beat was blasting through the speakers. Dean had no idea how the administration didn't hear it…or maybe they were choosing to ignore it. Royals got away with a lot around here…even ones as lame as Jesse.

Cas started to bounce around haphazardly, not anywhere close to being in rhythm with the music. Dean tried to just kind of sway, but ended up bouncing around just as wildly when Cas grasped his hands. For once in his life he wasn't worried about anything but having a good time.

And that's when Guardian Belikov walked in.