Chapter thirty-one:

The honeymoon of their relationship lasted a total grand of ten minutes. They had been making out on the bench, when a lady who was walking a dog nearby started yelling obscenities and threatened to call the cops on them if they didn't stop their behavior immediately.

As they exited the park, they could still hear the lady complaining about teenagers and all their non-sense and lack of respect.

At that, Dean snorted and Castiel shook his head.

"It's not funny, Dean." Castiel said but the smile on his face said otherwise.

"It's a little funny, come on, first time we kiss and a lady's threatening to call the cops on us."

Castiel laughed, "Okay, maybe it's a little funny."

They laughed for a few minutes and then when they were calm, they decided on where they would go since the park was now not an option.

They settled on going to Castiel's house and as they talked and walked, Dean grabbed Castiel's hand and intertwined their fingers.

From his peripheral vision, Dean could see Cas smiling and so he smiled too and neither said a word after that; they just walked along in comfortable silence.

"So this is where you live?" Dean said as he took off his coat and hung it onto a hanger. Just from entering, you could tell that the apartment was well taken care of. It was neat and clean and smelled nice, just like Cas. Dean thought.

Cas nodded, "Well where me and Anna live."

At Dean's raised eyebrow for a further explanation, Cas explained as they took off their shoes. "You remember how we went to live with a foster family after all that shit with my dad?"

Dean nodded, trying not to clench his fists. He hadn't realized how mad he still was after all this time; he could only imagine how Cas and Anna must feel like. "Yeah?"

"Well the family was great. But once Anna turned eighteen, she became my guardian and she thought we should go back, she wanted to see some of her old friends and her boyfriend lives nearby plus she thought I might do well with a few familiar faces, which I guess she was right." Cas smiled softly, to which Dean had to smile back.

"You want something to drink?" Cas said as he went into the kitchen.

"Soda's fine." Dean said, and followed him.

They ate lunch and watched T.V. When, they were done with their food, Dean decided to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind since the beginning of the semester.

"So why Meg?" Dean blurted.

Cas pressed mute on the T.V. remote and simply said, "She was there for me."

"She was there for you? What about the friends you had before her, some who have known you since birth?"

"Dean." Castiel said, a light warning clearly audible in his tone. But Dean didn't care, he needed to know why Castiel thought Meg was such a great companion.

"Do tell your current boyfriend why Meg was such a great girlfriend." He probably shouldn't have mentioned the word boyfriend since they were only together for a few hours now and Dean didn't even know what Castiel thought they were. But Castiel chose to ignore that part.

Cas sighed. "Dean, she's just a lonely girl- " Dean huffed at that.

"I know, I know, it's really hard for you to imagine that she's a normal person and that me and her got along well."

"Lonely, you think she's lonely?"

"Yes, I would think so, what with her father abandoning them, her mother always working, and her brother, Luke in jail." Cas looked up at Dean, narrowing his eyes, daring Dean to say something, probably expecting him to say something inherently stupid. "Wouldn't you think she was lonely?"

It all hit a bit too close to home. Dean rubbed his face, "Yeah, I guess she would be." Then he added, "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Yeah well now you know." Cas retorted. "Plus I don't think I'm the one to whom you should be apologizing."

"Are you kidding me?" Dean exclaimed, "I just got myself such an awesome guy, who's hot and smart and funny, and then I had to start a stupid argument mere minutes after. Of course I have to apologize."

Cas laughed, "You're forgiven." Then he turned back to watched the sitcom. However after a mere ten seconds, he turned around and said, "Wait, did you call yourself my boyfriend?"

Dean blushed, "Um..yeah?"

Castiel laughed again and Dean cherished the sound. Growing up with Castiel, Dean didn't always get to hear the sound of Castiel's laugh. But from now on, he promised himself that he would always make sure to make Castiel laugh so he could hear that sound.

"Don't worry, Dean, you're my boyfriend too." Cas grinned, "I mean don't you remember that pact we made all that time ago?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah but that was like fake." Then he said quietly, "Now it's for real."

Cas smiled. "Yeah it is."

The rest of the evening passed quietly, with no other arguments evolving. They watched television and made out a bit more before Anna came back from work. And though Anna was older now and acted more sophisticated, what with her hair now being the original red color she was born with and the way she dressed and walked, she still missed no opportunity to tease her she did tease them after she caught them kissing on the sofa. All through dinner, she cracked jokes and made sure to see them turn red; especially Dean.

After the most awkward dinner of all time was over, they said goodbye and promised to call each other. And then Dean went home.

Monday morning, Dean found himself early at school. He walked among the library until he found what, or rather whom he was looking for.

He stopped before one of the library tables and said, "So I guess you're not so bad after all."

The girl with the loose black curls looked up from her laptop and smirked, "Do yourself a favor, Winchester and don't pity me." And then she went back to typing her essay.

"I wasn't- I'm not- I wasn't pitying you, Meg. I just get it- the attitude, the bitchiness, covering everything up, I get it." Dean scratched the back of his head.

"You get it, huh?" Meg looked up from her essay and saw Dean fidgeting with the strand on his hoodie. "Okay, now do you get how to read the silence sign in the library because sometimes I swear, Winchester, it amazes me how you've managed to do well in your classes when you don't even pay half the attention you need to."

Dean smiled. He knew Meg was never going to talk feelings and he was okay with that. Honestly, it was Meg's life and if she wanted to share her story and talk about it, he would listen. But if she didn't, he wouldn't push her. They weren't really friends but they weren't really enemies anymore either. He sat down across from Meg and took out his history textbook. At the loud thunk the textbook made, Meg rolled her eyes but Dean knew what that meant. It was okay for him to sit with her.