A/N: Hi all! First off I just wanted to said I'm so sorry for being away so long, I'm not dead, I'm here and I will endeavor to update much more regularly. This is just a teeny tiny chapter but I am going to do my damn best to upload another proper chapter in the next few days and then be more regular about updates. I'm sorry I kept you all waiting and if anyone is still here to read this, thanks for sticking with the story!

John was flirting with a very attractive blonde whose name he had already forgotten when Sherlock appeared beside him. Please don't do the thing, John thought silently.
"If you're only flirting with my friend to make your boyfriend over there jealous I can tell you, John's not interested." Sherlock said coolly.
The blonde's eyes suddenly darkened and John noticed a short black haired boy in the corner who waved and winked, looking very unfazed by the attention his apparent girlfriend was giving to John.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She said unconvincingly.
"Unfortunately, he's right. If you're here with him then I don't want you here with me." John sighed.
The blond looked back towards the dark haired boy again who waved her over towards him and she walked away without another word.

"What would you do with out me?" Sherlock asked, his tone smug.
"Probably get laid." John replied, only half joking.

Sherlock looked at him intently and John suddenly regretted his comment, feeling the blush come up in his cheeks.

Although John had only ever dated girls, he always knew he was bisexual. If he hadn't known before, he had known it for sure from the moment he met Sherlock. He'd been attracted to men for as long as he could remember being attracted to women, he just didn't have a preference between the two. Wait, that's not true, John did have a preference. His preference was Sherlock.

"Are you enjoying yourself, John?" Sherlock asked, probably only feigning interest because he was bored.

"It's fine." John muttered, grabbing another beer, just for something to do with his hands.

"That friend of Dean's had been following me around for the past hour." Sherlock sighed. "She's really very pretty, I don't know why she doesn't go talk to someone who's interested."

John heard Sherlock's voice be he was barley listening. He'd drunk a lot tonight and things were starting to get hazy, he out the beer back down deciding it probably wasn't a good idea. The loud music was forcing Sherlock to stand so close to John that their thighs were touching, not that anyone noticed because the room was so crowded, but John noticed.

"Yeah, great. Look Sherlock, its getting pretty late so I think I might head back to the school if that's…"

"Thank God," Sherlock said, cutting John off. "I thought you'd never be ready to leave, lets go."

The pair headed towards the door and John was pleasantly surprised by Sherlock's reaction as he had assumed he'd be going home alone. Not that going home with Sherlock was the same as going home with someone from the party but at least he didn't have to walk back in the dark on his own, right?

"Watch out." Sherlock took Johns upper arm in his hand and quickly pulled John towards him to stop John from stepping into a puddle of vomit someone had nicely left on the front steps and garden bed. A mixture of surprise and alcohol caused John to lose his balance, falling into Sherlock, who (because he was midstep) ended up tumbling down the three small stairs taking John with him. John was surprised to find the pair had ended up on the grass of the front lawn, he was even more surprised when he realized Sherlock had fallen on top of him. John looked up and the pair suddenly met eyes, they were so close John could see Sherlock's pupils dilate and he felt his cock twitch in interest. The taller boy quickly stood and cleared his throat.
"My apologizes John." Sherlock said composing his cool so quickly John couldn't be sure anything had happened at all.

"No worries." John laughed; straightening himself up in a way that would hide is growing erection.

Sherlock tried what John assumed was supposed to be a reassuring smile before marching away quickly, John almost had to jog to keep up with the taller boys long strides.

"Sherlock, could we slow down." John panted after about half a mile. John was fit, he played for the school Rugby team, but the combination of the cold and the drink was making his lungs hurt.

Sherlock slowed his pace without saying anything but at least this gave John a chance to regain his breath. John wondered if he had done something wrong. Often Sherlock would get into a 'mood' and brood for days, sometimes he wouldn't say a word to john for a week but John never felt like it was personal, it was just… Sherlock. This, however, felt different.

"Look, um, Sherlock." John started.

"No." Sherlock replied to a question John never asked.
"I didn't even ask anything yet." John responded.

"Yes, but I know what you were going to ask and the answer is no."

"How could you possibly know what I was going to say?" John asked, slightly annoyed.

Sherlock stopped and gave the blond boy a look that said: "are you really asking me that?"

"I just want to make sure you're alright." John muttered walking away before a strong hand stopped him.

"Sherlock what are you…" John's eye's widened as his sentence was cut short by Sherlock's lips pressing against his own.

John wasn't really sure what was happening, he wasn't really sure of anything for a moment, but then the realization that Sherlock's lips were on his settled in and he felt an overwhelming sense of affection swell up in his chest. Then he was kissing back, hard. John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist and shivered at the feeling of Sherlock's hand running though his hair. Suddenly Sherlock pulled back.
"John are you cold?" He said with an unmistakable tone of concern.

"Shut up and kiss me." John replied pulling the taller boy back in.

John felt like he could have stood there with Sherlock all night, but he realized he was actually very cold and he had left his coat behind at the party. He shivered again but for the cold this time.

"John, please, lets go back. You're freezing." Sherlock stated; it wasn't a request.

"Fine." John sighed, crossing his arms for warmth.

"Here, take my coat." Sherlock shrugged the coat off his shoulders and wrapped it around johns, it was too long and John felt like a child but it was warm.

When they finally made it back to their dorm room John wasn't sure what to do. Was the kiss a one-time thing? Did Sherlock actually want to be with John? John had never actually been with a guy before and it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.

"Well, thanks for the coat." John said handing the coat back to Sherlock.

Their fingers brushed slightly as he handed the coat back, John could feel a blush start to rise up in his cheeks and turned away quickly.

"Sherlock, look…" John started to say but he was quickly cut off.

"Shut up and kiss me." Sherlock chuckled pulling John in once more.

Crowley sat at his desk, he sighed as he looked over the mountains of paperwork to the wall clock; it was almost midnight. The dim light from the desk lamp made the room look small and he couldn't help but wonder if this is really as good as it gets. Suddenly he could hear whispers outside his office door.
"Just knock, come on if we stand out here too long someone will come along and we'll get in trouble." A soft voice whispered, obviously a young girl.

"What if Luci was wrong? We'll be in trouble for sure" Another young girl replied.

Crowley chuckled softly too himself as he stood up and walked across the room, he might have been stuck in this school but he couldn't deny he loved kids.

He opened the door to see two students, probably around fifteen, look up at him with big round eyes.

"Meg, Ruby, what a pleasure." He smiled at them.

"Hi Sir, sorry to come by so late, we know it's after curfew but well." Meg started.
"We heard what you did for Luci," Ruby quickly cut in, "and we have a request of our own."

"Well come on in then." Crowley smiled wider; this job was just too easy.

The girls sat down and Crowley leaned on his desk.

"So what can I do for you girls?"

"Well it's about Sam Winchester." Ruby smirked.
"We want him." Meg said bluntly.

"Yeah, and we don't mind sharing but that little bitch Jessica is a different story."

"Basically we need him to forget about her and focus on us!"

"Do you think you can make that happen?" Ruby cooed.

"I can make anything happen," Crowley replied coolly, "for a price."