A/N: wow i hate this chapter, only cos it's sort of sad! poor baby cas! everyone who said i should write more of the bullying, i hate you :c but not really, i actually love you for reviewing this story 3 anyway sorry this chapter is a little shorter than the ones before it! enjoy it anyway xoxo

When Dean and Cas pulled up to Anna's house, there were already a lot of people there. The two of them walked up to the front door and were greeted by Anna. "Hey, I'm really glad y'all made it." Anna smiled and welcomed them into the house. "There's beer in the refrigerator!"

There were groups of people everywhere. Dean held Cas's hand and the stepped into what seemed to be the family room. Dean saw Jo on the other side of the room and pulled Cas over to her. "I'm going to go get some beer, okay?" Dean yelled over the music. Cas nodded and watched Dean make his way through the crowd.

"So Castiel, how are you adjusting to the glamour of Lawrence?" Jo asked.

Cas shrugged. "It's not as bad as I thought it would be." He said, fighting back a huge smile.

"Yeah, I know why that is..." Jo grinned. "Really, you and Dean are great together."

"Well, thank you, Jo."

"Hey, I'm going to go find Dean, actually. We'll be back, okay?" Jo disappeared into the crowd and Cas found himself alone. He was listening to the shitty music and watching the people dance when he felt someone grab the back of his jacket and drag him into a dark adjacent room. Cas thought at first it was Dean but the person was being too rough to be Dean. A familiar nasally voice whispered in Cas's ear and Cas knew who he was dealing with. His heart sped up; he did not want to be in this situation right now. He wanted Dean to save him.

"So, you think it's funny to sic your boyfriend on me? Can't stand up for yourself, Castiel?" Alastair took hold of Cas's shoulder and spun him around so Cas felt Alastair's breath on his face. Cas shuddered. Alastair lifted one of his hands from Cas's shoulder and punched him in the stomach. "You think you're better than everyone, don't you? You wear that fucking suit and trenchcoat everyday; who do you think you are?" Castiel was speechless. This is the last thing he expected to happen. This was the first real party Cas had ever been to and he hoped it would be his last.

"Dean..." Cas groaned, overwhelmed with pain and fear as Alastair slammed another fist into Cas's stomach. Cas felt his legs wanting to give out and tears welling up in his eyes but no, he wouldn't let himself collapse and he wouldn't let himself cry.

"Dean's not coming to your rescue this time. I've gotten a couple of people to deal with him..." Cas winced at the thought of what was happening to Dean. "So here's the deal, Castiel..." Alastair blindly threw a punch at Cas's face. "I think it would be in your best interest to start acting like a normal fucking person..." Another punch came at Cas's face and when his knees went weak and he knew he was going to fall, Alastair's hands grabbed his arms and pinned him against the wall. "...and you might want to look into becoming fucking invisible." Alastair took a hand off Cas's arm and hit him again. Cas was tempted to spit blood in Alastair's face but he knew that would just make everything worse. "If you ever piss me off again, and believe me, Castiel, it's very easy to piss me off, I will-"

Suddenly Alastair was cut off and knocked sideways. Without Alastair's painful grip on his arms, Cas slid down the wall and fell to the floor. Cas cradled his head in his hands and heard the sound of someone's fist connecting repeatedly with someone's face.

"If you ever lay a fucking hand on him again, I will fucking kill you," Cas heard Dean grunt as he continued to attack Alastair. After he got in a few more hits, Dean picked Castiel up and basically carried him out of that pitch black room and out of the party. "We're leaving," Dean panted. "I don't want to be here when Alastair and his friends are conscious again." When Dean and Cas were sitting in the Impala, Cas got a good look at Dean. He had a black eye and there was blood trailing from his mouth. "Cas, you look awful, are you okay?"

Cas managed to nod and croak out a few words, "Dean...what happened..."

Dean shook his head as he started the Impala and floored the gas pedal. "I don't know, I went to get beer and then all of a sudden these two guy have dragged me out the back door into the yard and are trying to beat up on me...so I took care of them and left them lying bloody in the grass when I went to find you."

Cas let out a weak, dark laugh. "I guess...I can't really...fight my own battles..."

"Cas, no. Alastair just took you by surprise..."

"It's okay, Dean. Never mind."

"You're staying at my place, Cas." Dean and Castiel pulled up to the Winchester house, and Dean had to catch Cas after he tried to walk on his own. Dean dragged Cas in the house and laid him on the couch.

Sam, who decided to stay home from the party, rushed out of his room and down the stairs when he heard the front door slam shut.

"What happened?" Sam asked, shocked at the sight of his bruised older brother and his brother's boyfriend passed out on the couch.

Dean sighed. "We ran into Alastair at the party. I hope Cas'll feel better when he wakes up." Dean stumbled into the bathroom in the hallway and splashes water on his face. He feels like shit and he looks it, too. Dean rinsed the blood out of his mouth and returned to the living room where he laid down next to the couch Cas was on and fell asleep, his breathing syncing perfectly with Cas's.