Wooo yeah, here's another short ish chapter. Y'all better love me because I wrote this instead of my history paper...(I have a problem) and anyways I promise the next chapter will pick up EXACTLY where this one left off.

My closet consists of the same fifteen shirts I wear all the time, and I don't have anything nice. The leather jacket I took from Cas a long time ago looks nice on me so I decide to slip it on over a grey henley my mom got me a year or two for my birthday. It's almost too small now, but it looks alright. I guess.

There's a knock at my door and I know that it's Sam before he even calls out. I throw my jacket across the room and kick my boots off. "Yeah?"

Sam comes in a little timidly and I glance at the clock, Cas said to meet him in forty minutes. It takes about thirty to just walk there. "I just got home."

I look away from the clock, a smile tugging at my lips, "Oh really? It's not even ten thirty."

"Jessica has a curfew."

"Did you have fun?"

Sam sits down on my bed and I flop down next to him, "I like her so much it's all I think about."

"Does she like you back?"

Sam's eyes go wide and he throws his hands up in the air, "I think so! But most of the time I do something stupid and I mess up and she either laughs at me or helps me fix whatever it is I broke. I'm a mess Dean. A MESS!"

"Woah…" I pulls his arms down and lean in closer to him, "You've got it bad." I laugh and his face turns red.

"I don't know what to do, she's so beautiful Dean. It hurts to be away from her."

"I know what you mean bro." Sam's head snaps up but I stop him before he has the chance to say anything, "You love her?"

"I don't know, I've never been in love." He puts his head in his hands and leans over, "Have you heard her laugh?" I nod and he groans which makes me laugh even harder than before. "It's not funny, what if she doesn't feel the same way?"

"Don't rush it, and if she doesn't don't be a dick."

"Thanks." He rolls his eyes at me, "Like I didn't know that." Sam stands up to leave and his breath kind of shakes, "Why are you dressed like that?"

It takes me a second to realize he's talking about my tight shirt and sort of tight pants. "I don't know that you're talking about."

"Is it a guy or a girl?"

"It's nothing?"

"Is it serious?"

"I'm about to shove my foot up your ass."

"Is this your first date with them and why are you leaving so late, does mom and dad know you're leaving?"

"You ask too many questions and no mom and dad don't know, so would you mind keeping this quiet?"

Sam shrugs his shoulders, "Do I know them?"

I hesitate…no one knows Cas like I do, "No."

Sam eyes me for a few more seconds, then he leaves and I toss the jacket back on and as I bend down to pull my shoes back on I see something under my bed. It's a letter, Cas must have put it there last night.

Bring a blanket ~ Castiel

The cursive writing looks just like the scar on my arm. For a moment I feel the pain of his knife all over again my vision goes black. I blink and I'm sitting on the floor. Hurriedly I pull the blanket off my bed and climb out the window. I can't make Cas wait on me.

When I get to the clearing that I told him to meet me at he's already there, with a bottle in his hands and I smile on his face. "Do you think stars get lonely?" he calls out to me?

I spread the blanket out and sit down. He joins me and I lean into him.

"What?"

Cas moves so that we're facing each other and his eyes look so bright tonight that it's almost scary. Good thing I'm not afraid of him. "Do you think stars get lonely when the star next to them burns out?"

I want to ask him if he'd already started drinking but I can tell from his breath that he hasn't so instead I ponder the question. "It depends.

"On what?"

"Did that star like the other star? Or did they hate each other? Or what if the first star loved the other and he could never get to the other one, so he lived each day in pain being able to see his love but not touch him."

"I like to think they get lonely."

I pull him towards me and he sinks onto the ground to where I'm laying on him, "At least we're alone together."

Cas moves his head up so that his lips brush against mine and Cas smiles. "I'm glad you brought a blanket." He rolls over and pins Dean to the ground, "I wouldn't want you to get grass stains on your perfect body."

His lips burn and it's hot and I can feel all the blood leave my body and Cas knows where it's going. He smiles at me and cocks his head to one side, "Eager?"

"Shut up."

"As you wish."

Cas raises up enough to where he can pull his shirt off and I does the same thing. Next Cas's lips are on my neck. "I'll shut up when I make you moan my name." I buck into Cas's hips, I love when Cas talks like this.