Dean awoke in Castiel's bedroom, dim light peering through the window. In his arms was an angel; to be more specific, Castiel. Dark hair smothered his peaceful face. Dean brushed it out of his eyes. He felt Dean's fingers on his face and shifted slightly, his nose twitching briefly before he settled. Dean smiled. So cute.

He whispered in his ear, "Cas. You should wake up. Like, right now."

He muttered something in his sleep, it sounded like "That's cool."

Dean smiled, nudging his boyfriend slightly. "Cas. C'mon. Wakey wakey."

His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled tiredly up at Dean. "Oh. Morning Dean."

Dean kissed his soft lips. "Morning, Cas."

Cas was quickly alert. "Oh my god, what time is it?" He looked at his wall clock; it read 7:23. "We should get to school before we're late." He got up to get ready, while Dean just stayed there watching his boyfriend in amusement. Cas looked at him with a confused expression. "Why aren't you getting ready? Or going to your place to get ready, I guess?"

"Cas. It's Saturday."

Cas blanched, thoroughly embarrassed. "It is?"

Dean nodded. "Yep."

"Oh. Well great. I spent all of yesterday thinking it was Thursday."

"You think every day is Thursday."

Cas scoffed. "That is so not true."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Really? On Monday, I had to remind you after you said 'Thank god it's almost Friday!'"

Cas folded his arms, remembering the bandage as it brushed against his other arm. "Okay, whatever, Mr. I-Have-A-Perfect-Memory."

Dean chuckled. "My memory isn't perfect, I just happen to have a magical device known as a calendar."

"Whatever, Mr. I-Also-Have-Perfect-Sass."

He laughed again, running a hand through his hair. "So, how long does it take your parents to wake up on the weekends?"

Cas grinned, having a feeling he knew where this was going. "Hmm, I dunno. A while. No sooner than noon, that's for sure."

"Perfect. 'Cause I want you all to myself."

Cas's smile grew as he got back into bed with Dean, kissing him with fiery passion. They were both seniors, and this meant that they were very close to being eighteen. Dean was older, by a couple months. Once he turned eighteen, he could get a place of his own, and he was taking Cas with him. Sure, there were probably legal repercussions, but as long as Cas laid low until May, when he turned eighteen, it surely wouldn't have been an issue. Hopefully.

Dean suddenly had an idea. He looked Cas in the eye. "Cas. This may strike you as odd, but... where... I don't know how to say this, but where do you keep your... razors?"

Cas became quite confused. "Under my mattress in an envelope. Why?"

"I just wanna do a little thing." He got up and found the blades, between the mattress like he said. He grabbed the blade from the nightstand that Cas had used last night and put it in the envelope with the others. "I have this... thing. I wanna try it. We should go now while your parents are asleep."

"Go? Go where?"

"You trust me, right?"

Cas paused, wondering for the moment if he did. He nodded. "Yeah."

"Then let's go. We'll go out the window." He opened the window that he always climbed through when visiting his boyfriend.

"But... seriously Dean, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." Dean grinned, climbing out the window. He stood there waiting for Cas. "Let's go."

Cas was immensely curious, so it was hard to resist. He climbed out the window, Dean helping him through. Cas suddenly realized he wasn't wearing shoes. "Dean, I forgot my shoes."

"That's okay, we don't have to go far. Besides, you're wearing socks."

"I have sensitive feet, Dean."

Dean grinned. "What do you want me to carry you?"

Cas rolled his eyes, playing it off like that would be a dumb idea. "Yeah right. Like that's a... idea. No. I'm so above that." He bit his lip, looking Dean in the eye.

Dean chuckled. "Whatever, princess. Why don't you just go get your shoes? It won't take that long."

Cas scoffed. "And they say romance is dead." He climbed back through the window, thinking of a joke as he put on his black converse. "Hey, Dean? How did the robber get into the house? In-tru-da- window."

Dean chuckled at his dorky boyfriend. "Ha ha, you Doctor Who junkie."

Cas loosened the laces, sliding his foot in, and tightened each individual crisscross of laces like he always had to. Converse are great looking, but require so much effort on the part of the wearer.

Once he got them both on, he climbed back through the window. "Alright. Now I'm ready."

"'Kay, then. Off we go."

As they walked, Dean slipped his hand into Cas's, Cas smiling as they interlocked their fingers. They soon arrived to their destination; the bridge that leads in and out of town, built over a peaceful river. It was known for people's habits of throwing out old belongings into the waters. Old trinkets and such.

"Why are we here? Is this where you're going to hide my dead body?" He asked sarcastically.

Dean chuckled. "No dead bodies. Come here." He took Cas to the middle of the bridge, at the railing on the left hand side. "I want you to take these blades," he put the envelope in Cas's hand. "-and I want you to toss em."

A sudden chill went through Cas's body. "Dean... I appreciate the gesture, but...."

"Cas, I want you to promise me that you won't hurt yourself anymore. I figured the best way to do that would be by letting you let go yourself. It may be tricky, and you may never wanna let go, but I'm here for you. I got your back." He rested his hand on Cas's shoulder.

Cas stared at the envelope he held, wondering if he could actually do it. Give it up, once and for all. He didn't know why this was so difficult, he wanted to give it up, but something was holding him back. Some angry little voice inside him was screaming. Don't do it. You'll regret it. How will you punish yourself without them? But Cas didn't want to listen to these voices. Don't fight the tears. Fight the demons.

He held the envelope over the railing, his hand shaking a bit at first, ready to drop them in. Hesitant though he was, he wouldn't stop now that he's come this far. He finally let go, watching the envelope fall to the flowing river below. He felt such a sense of relief. He let out a loud sigh, closing his eyes. He did it. He fought the demons.

"I'm proud of you." Dean smiled at him, kissing the top of his head. "You should be proud of yourself. That took a lot of guts. Not many people can do that."

Cas leaned into Dean's hold, resting his head on his shoulder. "I did it. Jesus Christ. I... fucking did it."

"You wanna go home?"

Cas nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."

They walked to Cas's house hand in hand, Cas going through conflicting thoughts. One part of him said "Wow. I can't believe I finally got rid of the thing that was holding me back for so long." The other part said "I hope you fucking die you worthless piece of shit. I can't believe you did that. How are you supposed to bleed now, worthless fuckboy?" And it was all very confusing.

Dean climbed through the window, helping Cas through. He wrapped his arms around him. "I'm so proud of you. I love you so much."

Cas returned the hug. "I love you too, Dean."

They kissed, until they heard the door open, a sound that struck fear into Cas's heart. They looked to the door, seeing Cas's mother standing there in shock.

"M-Mom." Cas stuttered softly.

She shook her head slowly. "No. I have no son."

Cas had never felt so much pain as he did in that moment. In the heat of the moment, he climbed out the window. "Dean, come on!" He called for him, waiting for him to climb out. They walked across the yard, going down the road on their way to nowhere.

"Cas, where exactly are you expecting to go?"

"Anywhere that my parents aren't. I'm done living with them, Dean."

"You can't just run away."

He stopped. "Well what do you expect me to do? They know I'm gay now, they'll just disown me anyway. You heard my mom." Tears began to form in his eyes, and he was afraid that if he said much more, they'd flow over.

"I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do, but there isn't."

Cas took his hand. "Run away with me. We'll leave this one horse town, make a name for ourselves, or whatever people say in the movies when they leave their homes."

"Cas, this isn't a movie. This is real life!"

"I don't care!" He looked over at his house. "Look, maybe we can talk at your place. Your mom is the only cool parent in this place." They continued walking in the direction of Dean's house.

"Yeah, sure, cool. Whatever you want to call her."

"Well she is. She's okay with you being bi, and I think that's cool."

"Try living with her. God I swear, she's the most embarrassing woman on the planet."

These words were a beacon of inspiration. "That's it. I'll just live with you and your family. That was kinda our plan already, minus your family."

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea. Aren't there legal things involved?"

"There are also legal things involved with an eighteen year old pretty much kidnapping a seventeen year old. But that's beside the point! It's a good plan and you know it!"

"It's not a good plan, and that I do know."

Cas sighed heavily. "Dean, there's nothing else we can do. My parents are gonna send me to military school or something. You gotta help me out."

Dean sighed as well, knowing Cas had a point. His parents were pretty hardcore about the whole no homo thing. Something bad could happen to Cas if he didn't step in. Something still told him that there were bad things down whichever path they chose. "Fine. You can stay with me. For now. We'll have to come up with a better plan eventually."

Cas smiled, feeling like this was somewhat of a win. "Thanks, Dean. I love you."

He smiled over at him. "I love you too babe."

They continued walking until they arrived at Dean's place. They walked through the front door, as Mary forgot to lock it again. "Keep in mind this is just temporary." Dean reminded his boyfriend.

"Yeah, yeah. In the meantime, I don't believe I've had the pleasure of a tour of your house. Specifically the bedroom." He gave a cheeky smile.

Dean returned the smile. "Right this way, good sir." He led Cas to his bedroom, which was a bit of a mess, but not too bad. His walls were smothered in posters. Mostly band posters ranging from The Beatles and Bring Me The Horizon and the "Emo Trinity". There was also a couple Doctor Who and Sherlock posters, and in the corner there was a Team Cap poster. Needless to say, the walls couldn't even be seen.

"Impressive décor." Cas smiled, specifically at the Team Cap poster.

"Thank you. Now may I introduce you to-" he sat down at the foot of his bed "-my favorite place. Beddington Way."

Cas chuckled softly. Dean was such an amazing nerd sometimes. "I can see the appeal."

"Care to join me?"

"Absolutely." He straddled Dean, kissing him deeply. He had an amazing boyfriend, and he felt blessed to know that. Dean has saved his life so many times, and he couldn't believe how lucky he was. And he knew he would never let him go.

(A/N: I hope I accurately described the struggle of someone who has decided to throw out their razor blades once and for all. I mean, I felt like it would be similar to giving up alcoholism or drug abuse. Maybe? Idk. I hope it was accurate.

Have you guys seen the season finale? I'm dead inside. 🙃

So should I write another sequel (as I call it, a threequel) to this, or just make a whole fanfic out of it? Idk what I wanna do really. Halp meh

Anywho,

Peace Off my Mini Marshminions!)