Hello friends, so here is an update on how the story is going to go from here. I'm about to go on vacation this upcoming week where I still will be writing, but I wont be able to post anything. So hopefully what will happen is you'll get a couple chapters to make up for it in the week following. As the summer is nearing it;s end my schedule is getting much busier (which I'm dreading). But I'm hoping to get the Halloween chapter up tomorrow! So hazzah!

Warning: Language

Dean stood at the entrance of the diner.

"Sorry I kept you waiting," said Cass who came through the door with a rush. He gave Dean a hug.

"No problem, I put my name down," said Dean, motioning them to sit down on the chairs near the entrance of the diner.

"Great," said Cass, sitting.

"Did you have a good day?" asked Dean.

Cass thought for a moment and then shook his head. "It was just a normal Tuesday for me. Although," he paused and a smile spread across his face. "I saw the funniest thing."

"What?" asked Dean.

"We have a birdfeeder in our backyard," explained Cass. "It's made specifically to keep squirrels and chipmunks out." He's using his hands to set up the scene and Dean can't help but imagine this happening in front of him. "Well this little squirrel was not giving up. It was wonderfully entertaining," said Cass, grinning. "They are such smart little creatures."

"Did he ever get any?" asked Dean.

"No," said Cass, "not from the feeder. After awhile I just couldn't watch him so I threw some from the bag onto the ground and he took that."

Dean smirked. Of course Cass would feed the little scavenger.

"You're so sweet to the forest creatures," he joked.

"Shut up," said Cass.

"Language," said Dean, pretending to be shocked.

"Winchester?" called the hostess.

"That's me," said Dean, standing up.

"We have your table ready for you if you'd follow me," she said, grabbing two menus and starting to walk into the diner. She brought them to a small booth near where they had been before. They slid in and she placed the menus down.

"Thanks," said Cass.

"Would you like to start off with some drinks?" she asked.

"Two cokes please," answered Cass without a thought.

Dean smiled, and nodded his confirmation on the order.

"So, what about you?" asked Cass once the woman had walked away.

"What about me?" asked Dean, opening the menu.

"How was your Tuesday?" asked Cass. He wasn't looking at the menu, but straight at Dean. Dean could tell. He felt the Novak stare coming down on him like a storm.

Dean swallowed before talking, "I got this new English assignment that seems interesting-"

"Dean," cut off Cass. Dean looked up at him and saw the deep blue oceans of his eyes. "I want to know what's been going on." Dean sighed. "You said you'd talk. You promised."

Dean took a moment before beginning.

Dean walked over to the table where Benny was sitting in the cafeteria with some other people who he'd been sticking with since he'd found out about Dean.

"Benny, I need to talk to you," said Dean. He sat down next to the other boy.

"Not now," said Benny, not looking at him.

Dean leaned back. His whole body just slumped. "When then? seriously man, this is getting old. The whole ignoring me thing."

Benny turned at looked at him in the eye. "You aren't getting the message."

Dean heard the other people get up from the table as an uncomfortable silence covered the table. The last person was a girl with dark hair and sunglasses on.

"Ugh, Benny, I'll see you in science," said said.

"Ya, see you, Pamula," said Benny, looking back to his tray.

The female got up and walked slowly away from them. Dean gave her a short wave and she turned away from them.

"She seems nice. Are you two..." Dean motioned to Benny and her.

"No," said Benny. "I asked her out and she said no."

"That sucks man," said Dean.

"It is what it is."

"Two Cokes?"

"Oh, yes, thank you," said Dean. He took a sip before continuing.

They sat for a while longer.

"I hate this," Dean finally said, a little louder than he meant to. "Is it really that bad? Me being with Cass? I know some people are grossed out or uncomfortable with it, but you. I mean, I never thought it'd be you."

"I guess you don't really know me that well then," questioned Benny. He glared slightly.

"What is going on here?"

Dean held himself back from attacking the boy in black. "How many times do I need to get you to understand. Stay out of my business Crowley," he spat out.

Lilith and Uriel stood next to him and glared at him.

"Queer," said Lilith.

"Bitch," retorted Dean.

Uriel stepped towards Dean and Dean prepared himself for a fight.

"Uriel," said Crowley, stopping the brooding figure. "There is no need." Lilith came up to Crowley and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Really, I'm surprised at you Dean."

"Oh ya, why's that?" asked Dean.

"You're boring me," said Crowley.

Dean looked confused. He looked at Crowley and then around the cafeteria. He wasn't sure if he heard him right. "What, you think this is a game or something?" he asked. "Spreading rumors everyday?" He pointed at Crowley. "Don't you think I know who's behind them all? Or," he turned suddenly to Uriel, "who's been telling people to pick on my little brother."

"I'm not moving the pieces Dean. I just set up the game," said Crowley, opening his arms and gesturing to the other students who sat eavesdropping close by, eating their lunches without stepping in.

"You're a psychopath," said Dean.

"See, there it is!" said Crowley with more umph. "The fire, the passion. That's why I knew spreading this was going to be so much more worthwhile then, well things are going accordingly," he said to Dean.

"More worthwhile than what?" asked Dean.

"Blackmail, Dean. Blackmail," he said slowly. "Most people don't want others to know the secrets they've got in their closets. Trust me, you aren't the only one in this school with a nasty little," he stopped and made the shush sign with his lips pressed against his finger. "You're just the one who I knew I could have fun making life a living hell."

"Which is why there are new rumors every day," said Dean.

"Like I said, I just set it up," said Crowley, standing a little straighter. "People think the worst don't they, and seriously high school? It's the only place where a rumor can start and be known by everyone halfway through first period. Benny boy here has been helping on the dirty little secrets which has made him such a valuable friend," he said, smiling to Benny who had been staying silent.

Dean pushed himself away from Benny and looked at him in surprise.

"You've been talking behind my back to Crowley?" he asked.

Benny looked up. "Don't look at me as if it's some huge secret. You like guys, and you never told me about it. How do you think I'm going to react man?" he asked.

"If you think I ever liked you like that you're an idiot," said Dean.

"Is Cass your one and only?" mocked Crowley. "Come on Dean, people don't just magically turn gay."

Dean didn't even know what to think or say. "You know what. I'm done with this," he finally got out and got away from the table. He was clenching his fist so tightly that his nuckles turned white.

Jo came up from the end of the line for lunch.

"What the hell was that?" she asked.

"The end," said Dean.

She tried to place her hand on his shoulder, but Dean shoved it off. She stuffed her hands in her pockets.

"You should know that Sandy Pierkson said that you watch the boys in the locker room. Apparently some people are talking to the coach about you changing somewhere else," she said softly.

Dean felt his blood begin to boil and he just got so angry.

"Bullshit! This is all bullshit!" he yelled.

"So it's been kind of like that everyday," ended Dean.

"Has anyone physically hurt you or anything?" asked Cass.

"No. Not yet, or anything like that. I think they all know that if they did I'm not one to just up and let them beat me to a pulp. They'd all leave with a few bruises," said Dean with a smirk.

"You boys ready to order?" asked the waitress.

"I'm going to have the Mega Cheese Burger," said Cass, handing her the menu.

"Same," said Dean, with a smile.

"Those will be right out," she said, taking both menus.

Dean took a sip of his coke.

"Well thank God for that then," Cass finally said, bringing them back to their conversation.

"Not really," said Dean. "At least if someone beat me up there would be something I could do. Instead all the rumors are making the teachers get involved." Dean thought angrily back to the days events. "I have to use the nurse's bathroom. The counselor wants to meet with me. All the teachers are homophobes. I mean this whole town is! Are the only sane people our families?" he asked Cass.

"Dean, you need to calm down," said Cass glancing around the restaurant. Some people had glanced over but returned their gaze elsewhere.

"Crowley said there are other people. People with secrets. I bet there are some people in the closet at that school." Dean gave a small laugh. "And you know the funny thing, Crowley doesn't even seem like he cares that I'm gay."

"He just wants to get a reaction," agreed Cass. "Wants to make your blood boil. He likes to watch."

Dean rubbed his hand through his hair. "I hate telling you this. I want you to have a great time at school. This can't be helping the nerves about it."

"I'm not nervous about it," said Cass matter of factly.

"What? You're not?" asked Dean.

"No. Dean, once I'm there you won't be alone in this. It'll get easier. Plus, there is still Jo," he said.

"Ya, she's great," said Dean.

"I'm sorry about Benny though."

"I never even realized how much this stuff bothered him," said Dean.

"Two Mega Cheese Burgers," said the waitress with a smile. She placed down the two plates.

"Thank you," said Cass.

"Thanks," said Dean.

"I think he'll come around," said Cass, picking up his burger.

Dean shook his head.

"He's probably the reason behind most of the rumors. No way, it's done," he said, taking

a bite.

"Dean, please don't talk that way," said Cass.

"Don't start."

"I won't talk about it if you don't want me too-"

"Good," cut off Dean, taking another bite.

They sat and took bites of the burgers. Cass looked out the window thoughtfully as he

chewed on a fry.

"I don't want to forget," said Dean suddenly, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a crumpled envelope.

"What's this?" asked Cass as Dean handed it to him.

"The invite to the Halloween party. A formal one." Dean rolled his eyes. "My mom insisted."

"Thanks," said Cass, bringing it close to himself. "What are you going as?" he asked Dean.

"Not sure yet. I have a couple ideas," said Dean, taking a small bite from the burger.

"It's this Sunday though," said Cass, surprised.

Dean waved it off. "That's plenty of time. Last year I didn't decide until the day before."

"I think I know what I'm going to be," said Cass.

"What?" asked Dean.

"I guess you'll find out," said Cass with a smile.

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Are you trying to be flirty?"

Cass giggled. "I'm not very good at it?" he questioned.

Dean laughed.

"No, not really. But it is adorable, so you keep trying," he said. Cass smiled.

He stole one of Cass' fries and ate it.

"Hey, eat your own food," said Cass using his butter knife to keep Dean's hand at bay.

"Oh, this is war then?" asked Dean, picking up his butter knife.

"Are you serious Dean?" asked Cass as Dean pretended to fence Cass with the small knife.

"What? Are you scared of the challenge?" asked Dean.

"You are so childish sometimes," said Cass, shaking his head. He had a smile on his face. They battled for a bit until Cass got the upper hand and Dean finally raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Would it be assumed that I can invite Gabe and Balthazar?" asked Cass.

"Done already," said Dean. "Apparently, Jo has been talking to Gabe about his costume. It's going to be "killer"," he said, raising his eyebrows as he used the quotation marks.

"God, that will be a sight."

"Should I be prepared?" asked Dean.

"Prepared for images to get burned into your skull," confirmed Cass.

Dean shuddered.

"I'm glad you can come. Anna too, let her know," he told Cass.

"I will. She'll be so excited," said Cass.

Dean smiled to himself.

"What's humorous?"

"How great this is," said Dean. He tried to down the smile on his face but it just wasn't happening.

"You're so cheesy. If my flirtiness was bad, well you like the chick-flick moments."

"What are you talking about?" said Dean, leaning back against the booth. "I'm classy and smooth."

Cass smirked. "Eat your fries," he said playfully.

"As you command," said Dean, bowing slightly.

They didn't get the bill until eight. And even though neither of them would say it, both knew that Dean was right on the spot; it had been a great night.

LAST DAY TO GIVE ME COSTUME IDEAS! Really would love any suggestions for all characters (this includes Sam, Anna, John, Mary, ect.)

Hope you like this chapter! Had fun writing it. I know the ending is a bit cheesy and cliche, but I was feeling gushy.

LOVE YOU ALL! Thanks for reading!