A/N:
Hi, guys. I am so sorry I've been neglecting this story. Life has been immensely overwhelming as of late, with school, my daughter, and a friend who has needed my support the past little bit for she is going through a tough time, so I'm pretty exhausted with life, and haven't found any time or motivation to write. This chapter will probably suck, I'm having some writers block and I blah. I'm just not in a good place but I feel bad for leaving you guys with nothing despite the kind words and support you've given me so I'll try to muster something out.
So, here you go!

Chapter 6:

Castiel sat on the sticky cold floor of Gordon's kitchen, where he has just moments earlier planted a wet one on Dean. He could hear people laughing at him, but the sound was distant. He was beyond humiliated, but he couldn't deny the blanket of warmth that flowed through his body when his lips finally touched Dean's. It was the moment he has dreamed for years, and if Dean hadn't so cold heartedly rejected him, and his ass wasn't damp from sitting in a puddle of someones spilled, warm beer, it would have been perfect. He was shook out of his Dean induced train of though when he felt something cold and strong smelling being poured into his hair. He looked up to see Lisa standing above him, her cup empty and tipped over, a smug smile stretched across her face.
"Oops, I'm so clumsy" she giggled, causing an even louder eruption of laughter around him. Cas wiped the beer from his eyes and stood up shakily, looking around just to discover everybody watching him. He stood still for a moment before Adam came up to him and shoved him hard, causing him to stumble back, and when his foot hit a small puddle of the remainder of the beer that was spilled upon his head, he slipped and fell backward, his head smacking against the hard surface of the floor. He winced, but the pain in his head was soon forgotten when he felt a hard foot connect with his ribs. He yelped in pain and his body curled in on itself in reflex as the kicking continued. Cas closed his eyes and waited for the worst of it to be over when he felt a warm glob of spit on his cheek.
"Get the fuck out of here you faggot, before I force you out" Adam growled. Cas wiped his cheek off with his hand, wiping his hand on his pants after to get the spit off. He cautiously stood up, partially fearful of being abused again, and when he finally got to his feet, Adam fake lunged at him, causing him to flinch back in fear and assorted names of "pussy", "faggot", "loser" and other hurtful slurs being thrown at him. He felt tears sting his eyes and he quickly blinked them away, turning on his heel and speed walking through the crowd of people as the shoved at him and insulted him. He finally made it through the front door and decided to not just walk, but run home in fear of being jumped. Relief filled his body as he made it though the front door of his house, slamming the door behind him. He leaned against the front door, closing his eyes and allowing his previously held back tears to flow down his cheeks. He felt like an idiot. He didn't deserve the ridicule he had received and he knew that the torment would only continue when he returned back to school the following Monday. He had previously did such a good job of hiding his sexual orientation and now everyone knew. A part of him was disappointed that Dean reacted the way he did. Sure, he knew that Dean was straight and wouldn't take kindly to being kissed by a male, but he had hoped he would let him off easily, instead of flipping out and threatening to end him. In that moment he thought that maybe the kind, brave, big hearted Dean Winchester that he had come to fall for was just a mere figment of his imagination. He now knew Dean as a homophobic asshole. The only reason Dean had saved his ass in the hallway a few weeks back was to save his teammates asses, it was for his own benefit and not out of the kindness of his heart. The Dean he knew now was just a typical meat headed jock with no regards for anybody's feelings. There was the time Dean had barreled into him in the hallway and left him on the ground to gather his belongings, then the anti-gay remarks he made in the cafeteria and now this. And yet Cas only did this so Dean could save face, so nobody would find out that the infamous love notes were from a male. Either way, he would have been revealed as a gay, and he would have been humiliated. Dean deserved to be hurt the way he hurt him, but Castiel being the frustratingly selfless and caring young man he is, still couldn't find it in himself to cause pain to someone else, even if they did deserve it.

Cas sighed and worried his bottom lip between his teeth. The tears were still flowing when he heard his brother's voice. Shit. He had forgot that Gabriel was here with none other than Dean's kid brother, Sam.
"Cassie, what happened? Are you hurt?" Gabriel asked Cas, approaching him. Cas quickly pushed himself off the door and wiped his tears. He met his brother's concerned eyes and damn if that didn't make him want to burst out into tears again. He noticed Sam standing in the archway into the living room observing his interaction with Gabriel. Sam didn't look judging, instead looking sympathetic and worried as well. He was so different from Dean. So compassionate. Cas let his hand drop onto Gabriel's shoulder, a comforting gesture.

"I'm fine, Gabriel. Just a rough night." Cas offered lamely.

"Your covered in beer, and you're upset. Did somebody hurt you? Do you want me to call mom?" Gabriel asked.

Cas shook his head.

"No. No, I'm okay, Gabe. Just some dumb jocks, you know how it is. I'm good though. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, my head is killing me. And please don't tell mom or dad, you know how they worry."

"They have a right to worry, Cassie. You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I'll talk to you in the morning okay? You and Sam enjoy your night." Castiel said, pulling his brother into a quick hug before releasing him and heading upstairs to his room.

Cas grabbed some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom, stripping out of his sticky, soiled party clothes. He looked in the mirror and winced. There were dark bruises already blooming along his torso, he would be in a great deal of pain the next day. He started the shower and stepped in, closing his eyes as the hot water beat down onto his bruised flesh. He grimaced as the water hit the back of his head, where he had hit it. The water that flowed from his head was tinted pink and he assumed he had cut his head during the fall. "Fucking perfect" he mumbled to himself.

Cas stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, finally getting out when the temperature was unbearable. He dried off and got into his softest grey pajama pants and a soft cotton white t-shirt. He padded back to his room and started up his computer. He came to regret it when he found himself on Facebook reading the nasty messages he had been sent. Some threatening, some just cruel. He decided to deactivate his Facebook after that, feeling defeated. His life was turned upside down because he was stupid enough to send Dean Winchester a note. All of this was because of some stupid words scribbled on a piece of paper.

Cas slammed his laptop shut and grabbed a fresh sheet of paper, taking a pen from his pencil case and started scribbling down some words. He needed to let Dean know how he felt now, let him know that his feelings were mislead. Dean didn't deserve to be flattered over his words anymore. Not after what he did.
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The weekend went by slowly for Dean. He was embarrassed and confused and he felt conflicted with himself. He couldn't help but to replay the incident over and over in his head. Thankfully for him, his friends ceased their mocking by Saturday night and opted to bother the Novak kid instead. He recognized Castiel from around school, only ever knowing him as the dark haired, weird, kind, and smart dude that hung out with Jo. Jo's mom was married to his uncle Bobby and they've known eachother almost all their lives. Dean never understood why Jo chose to hang out with her group of misfit friends when she could have so easily been popular, like Dean himself. He was confused, wondering why Castiel had even kissed him. Last he remembers of the kid was bumping into him in the hallway and being a royal dick to him, so what on God's green Earth possessed the dude to kiss him? Being kissed by a guy was a hell of a lot different than being kissed by a girl. First was Castiel's scent. Girls normally smelled like vanilla or some other fruity of floral shit they doused themselves in. Castiel smelled fresh, like clean laundry, pleasant smelling cologne and an underlying scent of something earthy and calming like fresh cut grass or the first rainfall after a long dry spell. The next was his body, it felt so firm and strong pressed against his and so unlike the soft curves he was used to. Then there was the kiss itself. Dean could distinctly remember the feeling of some slight stubble rub against his skin, the press of Castiel's lips to his was firm and dominating and not like the soft, shy, teasing kisses that girls would plant on him. It wasn't entirely horrible but the dude embarrassed him infront of everyone who mattered in their school. He felt a bit bad for shoving the dude away so harshly, especially when Sammy had told him that Castiel had came home crying and covered in beer and spit, but where did this Castiel get off on kissing Dean like he had the right to? Everyone knew that Dean was a ladies man, straight as an unbendable stick. There was no way he desired to be kissed by a dude, especially not by Castiel Novak. There was no way those full, soft, moist lips tasted good, like mint and sweetness. There was no way that body felt solid and comforting against his. There was just no way. And to prove it to himself he had a three way with 2 hot older women he picked up at the bar with his fake ID on Saturday and on Sunday slept with a little artsy hottie from his grade 12 art class.

Monday finally rolled around and things almost seemed normal, save the gossip about Castiel but that was expected. People still greeted Dean like he was a God and girls still blushed at him when he looked at them and made their feeble attempts at flirting with him. All was good. He went to his locker feeling relieved that none of the homophobic hate was directed toward him. He opened his locker and to his surprise a note fell out. He picked up up and sighed. Girls had been shoving notes into his locker ever since he made it public that he wanted his suitor to come forward, claiming it was them who wooed him and caught his attention. He knew better, though. He quickly eyed the paper and felt his heart rate increase. There in the same neat script he had come to anticipate was his name scrawled on the folded piece of paper. He tried to tell himself that the lack of notes he had received hadn't bothered him but he knew he was lying to himself when he felt the excitement and happiness when that note fell to the floor. Perhaps his suitor wanted to come clean, finally. Or felt bad for him for being attacked by some gay kid. He opened the note, feeling optimistic.

Hello, Dean.

I know I had stated that I would cease all communication but I must admit, I couldn't resist.
How was your weekend, Dean? Good? I hope so. I had heard through the grapevine about your adventures with two busty cougars Saturday. Must be good to be king, correct?

I have written to tell you I feel as if my feelings for you had been seriously misled. I believed you to be kind and open minded and big hearted. You were the man I longed for, someone selfless and strong and handsome. But, my judgment had been cloudy, Dean Winchester, and I must admit that I am not only disappointed in you for being a bigot, a bully, and a homophobe, but I am disappointed in myself for falling for such a person. It is no secret what happened at Gordon's big popular kid bash on Friday. It's easy to assume that your buddies would be so harsh over something as innocent as a kiss but your behavior was disgusting and disappointing. It's okay not to be gay, Dean. But it is also okay TO be gay. Just because a male enjoys affections from another male, does not make them an abomination. I had previously noted that you shoved past the same kid, Castiel, was it?, in the hallway like you owned the place. Not to mention your blatant disgust when your brother's friend Gabriel asked you what you would do if a male had feelings for you.

I believed you to be different, and your hateful behavior has turned me off of you. You probably won't care, though. But let me tell you, Dean Winchester, one night stands with desperate women with no self respect won't keep you warm at night, and acting like a bully is only cool in high school.

You are sorely mistaken if you think that any of these girls, or any of your football teammates will give a fraction of a shit about you after we all graduate. I regret taking the time out of my day to boost your ego with words that I believed to be true at the time.

Have a day as shitty as you made that Castiel kid feel, Dean.

-Anon.

Dean was dumbstruck. He felt sick with himself. He didn't know why one opinion mattered so much to him, the opinion of someone he didn't even know. He never took in account how Castiel would feel or how others would see him for being so bigoted. His heart sank at the letter and he, for the first time, felt heartbreak that his suitor was disgusted with him.

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A/N:
Sorry this wasn't too long or very well written. Half way through writing it my laptop shut down and I lost most of the chapter then my daughter woke up and it threw me off my game a bit.
I hope you guys enjoy, anyway D: