A/N: oookay sorry it took me so long to post this i wanted to make sure it was good. i wrote most of this in science class today and my teacher caught me writing and read some of it over my shoulder omfg so embarrassing... he said "scrabble? really?" umm ok don't judge! anyway this chapter wasn't as dramatic as i thought it would be but don't worry the next one is gonna be really good! also thanks to my lovely wonderful friend jessie aka jesssiesgirl for helping me write this chapter! without her this would be the most boring story ever.

Dean walked into his house and showed Cas to his. "So...this is where I live," Dean said sheepishly. He felt nervous about what Castiel would think of his room. The Led Zeppelin and AC/DC posters Dean loved now seemed dumb. He was embarrassed of the clothes thrown everywhere and dishes piled on the desk. "Uh...sorry it's so messy," he mumbled.

Castiel took a step further into the room. "This is a very nice room." Castiel walked over to the table next to Dean's bed and turned on the lava lamp. "Dean, what is this?"

Dean laughed. "It's a lava lamp."

"Molten lava is dangerous, why would you store such a thing in your room?"

Dean laughed again and walked over to Cas. "I'm pretty sure it's not real lava, Cas. That's just what it's called."

"Oh." Cas turned off the lamp.

"Hey, do you want to watch a movie?" Dean asked. Cas nodded and Dean showed him a collection of DVDs. "Have you ever seen Anchorman?" Castiel shook his head. "Okay, we're watching that." Dean led Cas to the living room downstairs and put the movie on. They sat next to each other on the couch.

Throughout the movie, Dean noticed Castiel would drift off to sleep then wake himself up by starting to fall over. Halfway through, Castiel fell asleep and didn't immediately wake back up; he just rested on Dean's shoulder. Dean considered subtly shaking Cas to wake him up, but he didn't. He would never admit, but he liked the weight of Cas leaning on him, and watching Castiel's chest rise and fall as he breathed.

Dean realized, sitting next to this boy he had only known a couple days, that he didn't feel feel the same way about Castiel that he did about his other friends.

While Dean was lost in thought, Cas woke up and Dean came back to reality. "Uhh...how'd you like the movie?" Dean asked. Cas said it was good, even though Dean knew he hadn't watched most of it.

"Dean."

"Yeah?"

"...Can we play Scrabble?"

Dean laughed at Cas's request. "Yeah, sure. I bet Sam has that game, he's always doing nerd things like that..." Dean led the way to Sam's room. "I don't know what it will be like inside here...be careful." Cas nodded and a determined look came over his face.

They stepped into Sam's room and it was surprisingly clean. It was too clean. There were encyclopedias and reference books stacked in neat, organized piles. Dean took a step towards a bookcase and spotted the Scrabble box. It wasn't Scrabbled, it was the deluxe edition.

Dean took the box and he and Cas set it up in his room. Cas went first, tentatively putting down a six-letter word. Dean was surprised; he usually used words like "cat." For his turn, Dean put "dog," and for his next turn, after Cas put down another big word, Dean was at a loss. He couldn't come up with any words, so he added some random letter to "dog."

"I don't think that's a real word, Dean."

Dean gasped. "Yes it is! I can't believe you would doubt me."

Cas's eyes widened. "Okay, okay. I believe you, Dean."

They continued playing, Cas using big fancy words and Dean using three-letter words, occasionally adding letters onto other words and pretending it was a real word.

"Dean, I think I should go home," Cas said. Dean felt a little confused.

"Okay...uh, I'll drive you home. Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes. I'm fine. It's Gabriel's birthday. I need to decorate the house before he gets home." Dean laughed. He thought it was sweet how Castiel cared about his brothers. Dean and Cas walked out to the Impala.

A few minutes, the car was stopped in front of Castiel's house, Cas was standing on the sidewalk, and Dean was looking up at him from the driver's seat of the Impala.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Dean. Thank you for hanging out with me today. I had a good time."

Dean smiled. "No problem, Cas. I'll see you tomorrow." Cas turned to walk up to his front door when Dean called out to him. "Hey, Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

Dean hesitated, gathering his courage. "I really like you." As soon as the words tumbled out of his mouth, Dean's face flushed bright red and his heart sped up and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel to keep him anchored down so he wouldn't run away and never look back like he wanted to.

Dean looked anxiously into Cas's eyes waiting for a reaction. The corners of Cas's mouth turned up a little, the closest thing to a smile Dean had ever seen on Cas's face. Castiel bit his lower lip and, without saying a word, turned and walked into his house.