Dean is an auto shop teacher. Castiel is a senior. His brother, Lucifer, teaches history class in the same school. Dean is strict, but he has a soft spot for Castiel. What will happen?

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*Castiel's POV*

"Luci, do I have to?" I ask.

"Cassie, get out of the car," he tells me.

I huff, hopping out. This is my first time in a public school since maybe fourth grade. I'm socially awkward and I have anxiety. I don't mix well with others. Michael got fed up with me, though. He was tired of having me home all day, so he put me back here.

Luci, Gabriel, and I walk to the school entrance. I see all eyes on us. My gaze averts to the ground as I become embarrassed.

Gabriel puts an arm around my neck, chuckling. "Cassie, you'll be fine. You can stick with me."

I shake my head, pushing him away. "I'd rather be alone, thank you."

•••

I make it through the day, for the most part. Right now, it's 5th period. I'm late, because Gabriel held me back after lunch.

"Who are you?" The teacher asks.

I look at the ground, shifting uncomfortably. "Castiel," I mutter.

"I can't hear you. If you're going to come into this classroom, you should announce yourself loud enough to be heard," she says sternly.

My anxiety takes over. I feel my breathing pick up. I quickly run out of the room, heading straight for Lucifer's classroom.

Someone in the halls bumps into me. He grabs onto my arm to stop me. "Are you okay?" He asks softly.

I look up, gasping at his features. I would pay more attention to them if I wasn't in a hurry to get to Luci.

"I'm fine, I need to go," I say, voice cracking.

He furrows his brows. "I hope you feel better," he says, noticing the tears in my eyes.

Immediately after he lets go of my arm, I bolt down the rest of the hallway. I burst into the room, shaking and crying. I don't want to be here. I want to go back home.

Lucifer immediately stops teaching. He turns to me with shock before running over.

"Cassie," Lucifer says softly. "Hey, come here. Sit down." He carefully leads me to his desk, sitting me onto his chair. "You're gonna be okay. What happened?"

"I wanna go home," I admit. "All day, it's been awful. Stares and accusations, people trying to talk to me. I can't handle it."

He sighs. "It's only the first day," he points out. "It'll get better. I'll talk to the teachers, okay? Give me your schedule."

I pull my bag onto my lap before reaching for the zipper. My hands continue to shake, replaying the incident in the classroom over and over again.

I manage to hand it to him. "I'll talk to them. Well, besides Dean. He can be pretty strict, but he knows not to overstep his boundaries."

"Dean?" I ask.

"Mr. Winchester, your auto shop teacher."

"You sure you shouldn't talk to him?" I ask.

"Yeah, Cassie, he's a good teacher. Just trust me on this," Luci says. I nod. "I've gotta get back to teaching, do you want to do some work here?"

I nod, pulling out some classwork. It's nothing bad, considering it's the first day of school. It's mainly just a questionnaire on what we already know.

•••

I walk to the auto shop classroom with hesitance. I can't run out of another class on the same day.

Of course, I manage to get lost, so I'm late again. I open the door and stop in my tracks. The person who stopped me in the halls is standing right there.

Now that I'm not in a hurry to get to Luci, I involuntarily take in his features. Dusty brown hair, forest green eyes, a chiseled jaw line, slim yet muscular figure. He's the definition of sexy and I'm just staring at him.

He clears his throat after a couple moments. "I'm guessing you're the new student?" I look to the ground, realizing all eyes are on me. I nod hesitantly. "And why are you late?"

"I got lost," I admit softly. "I'm sorry."

"What?" He asks. My breathing hitches. It's happening all over again. I need to stay.

I look up into his forest-colored eyes, somehow calming me down. "I said, I got lost," I say louder.

He clears his throat, nodding. "Head on over to the Porsche 911," he says. I look at him in confusion. He chuckles, pointing to a car next to his desk. I walk over, him following. "There's some rules that you missed."

"Sorry," I sigh. "My brother kept me back and then I got lost."

"Brother?" He asks.

"Lucifer Novak," I tell him.

He looks at me in shock. "There's another one?"

I smile softly, nodding. "Luci told me a bit about you," I shrug. "He wanted me prepared for my classes."

"Oh, really?" He asks. "What'd he say?"

"Your name is Dean Winchester, you're strict when needed, but you don't overstep your bounds," I tell him.

"Yeah," he chuckles. "Just call me Dean, okay?"

"Dean!" A kid yells from across the room.

"Be right there, Sammy!" Dean yells. I flinch, taking a couple steps away from him. "Shit, did I scare you? I'm sorry."

"I...I just don't like yelling," I admit.

"Sorry, I'll keep that in mind," Dean says, smiling softly. "So, the rules. You can talk all class, but you have to be working. If you get behind, you'll have to come after school to catch up. Stay away from my baby, too."

"Your baby?" I ask.

He pulls back the curtains that are next to my car, showing a sleek and shiny black car. My jaw drops and I gawk at the beauty.

Dean chuckles at my reaction. "That's my baby. '67 Chevrolet Impala," he tells me. "You go near her, you die. Got it?" I nod, still gawking. He pulls the curtains back to its original place, snapping me out of my trance. "Oh, and, at the end of the year, whoever gets the highest grade, wins their car."

I gasp in shock. Then my face drops. Michael would probably ruin it before I even had it for a week. Luci had made me get my drivers license without Michael's knowledge. I'd probably get a bad beating if he saw me driving, too.

"Is...there any way I could give my car away if I win?" I ask.

Dean looks at me in confusion. Then it turns to worry once he takes in my appearance. "I'm sure we could work something out..."

"Castiel," I tell him.

He chuckles, nodding. I see a small smile on his face. "I'll be back, Cass. Start reading the first chapter." Dean gestures to the book seated on the dashboard of the car. He walks to the kid from earlier as I sit down in the leather drivers seat.

The door slams open, making me jump. My eyes glance at the figure before sighing. What is Gabriel doing here?

"Gabriel Novak, where were you?" Dean asks sternly.

"I was helping my little bro get to class," he lies.

"Gabe, I'm right here," I say, loud enough for him to hear.

He glances over before groaning. "Dammit, Cassie. Of course you'd be here now."

I find myself laughing and walking over to him. "So why were you late?" I ask.

"Luci kept pestering me about protecting you," Gabe groans. "I kept telling him I know but he wouldn't drop it. Said something about you running out of class earlier?"

"Novak's, go to your car," Dean orders.

Gabriel rolls his eyes, pulling me to the car from before. "We're sharing?" I ask.

"Obviously," he retorts. "You know I took his class last year?"

"You did?" I ask.

"Yeah, I didn't win the car so I took it again," Gabe tells me. "Mr. Winchester let me because he loves me so much."

"I wouldn't count on it, Gabriel," Dean says, making me jump. I turn around, glaring at him. He chuckles. "Sorry, Cass. Since you have Gabriel, he can teach you the ropes."

"Cassie," Gabe says. "Michael wants me to go see Anna and Balthazar for awhile. He thinks I'll stop my tricks if I go."

My eyes open wide. I find myself panicking. Gabriel places his hands on my shoulders. "Breathe, Cass, breathe. Luci isn't gonna leave you alone with him, okay? It's only for maybe a week."

"B-But school already started," I stutter. "You can't leave me with him. You can't. You can't go."

"We both know that I don't have a choice," Gabe sighs. I shake in my spot as I tell him a soft 'no'. He pulls me into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Cassie. Promise me you'll stay safe."

"I-I can't, Gabe," I whisper. "Please don't leave me with him."

•••

Gabriel left that night. Apparently everyone in Dean's class had taken it before, so they all started on the car right away. A week passed since he left.

Gabriel had called Luci, saying that he has to stay with them for about two months. He wanted to talk to me, but I was asleep at the time.

A month then passed. I'm behind on my car, obviously. The bell rings, signaling the end of the day. As I'm about to leave, Dean stops me.

"I need you to stay behind, Cass," Dean says.

I look at him in shock. "B-But how am I gonna get home?" I ask.

"Lucifer?" He asks. I think it through, nodding. "I need you to work on your car."

"I figured," I sigh.

I open the hood as he sits down at his desk. I bend over the engine, looking inside the hood.

I can't seem to concentrate though. I find myself very aware that we're the only two people here. I've never found anyone 'attractive' until now. I've always just thought I'd go through my entire life without having a crush on someone.

From what I can tell, having a crush is normal. That just wasn't me, though. I don't know why, but it wasn't. Now, though, I find Dean very attractive. But, of course, he's a teacher.

Other students – girls – flirt with Dean, and I hear them in the halls talking about how hot he is. I mean, I agree, but it's inappropriate. Not to mention, I'm only 17.

I snap myself out of my thoughts when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"You okay?" Dean asks. "You've been like this for the past fifteen minutes and you haven't done a thing."

I pull away, shifting uncomfortably. The touch went straight to my groin. I use my trench coat to cover it, looking to the ground as my face heats up.

"I'm fine, Dean," I mutter quietly.

"Cass, what's wrong?" He asks worriedly.

"I-I can't focus, Dean," I admit.

"What? Why?" He asks.

"I...I need to go," I whisper.

I shut my hood, putting my bag on my shoulder and running out the door. I run to Luci's room, only to see he's not there.

I start the long walk home, cursing myself for having a crush on Dean. Why does he have to be so perfect? His deep scruffy voice sends chills down my spine and his touch leaves me breathless. Why him? And why me? He's my teacher. It's wrong.

All of a sudden, someone grabs my arm and tugs me into an alley. I look up at the man in confusion. He looks to be about forty.

He looks up and down at my figure while biting his lip. I go to speak, but he shushes me. "Don't speak. You'll ruin it."

Then his lips attack my neck. I feel tears falling down my face and I struggle to push him away. "Get off of me!" I yell.

He stumbles backwards, so I make a run for it. I run down the sidewalk, only to be tackled by the strange man. I let out an ear-piercing scream. He grabs my hair, pulling my head up before slamming my face into the concrete.

I feel my head start to throb and notice blood is dripping onto the sidewalk. He attaches his lips to my neck once again. I struggle underneath him, to no avail.

Suddenly, the weight is gone. I roll over, seeing the man next to me on the sidewalk. A man is punching him over and over again.

I squint my eyes, only to realize it's Dean. "You keep your filthy hands and mouth to yourself. Nobody wants that shit," Dean says harshly, after he stops punching the man.

"Dean..." I say weakly.

He looks at me in confusion before gasping. "Cass?!" He asks. Instantly, he's pulling me to my feet. I wobble a bit, leaning onto him for support. "Holy shit, Lucifer is gonna kill me. Let's get you into the car, come on. Keep pressure on the wound."

I stumble as I try to walk in pace with Dean, with one hand putting pressure on the wound. He catches me, sighing. He picks me up bridal style before laying me down in the passenger seat. Dean hops in the drivers before tearing off down the road.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask.

"The hospital, Cass," Dean retorts.

I start to panic. Ignoring the pain, I push myself against the door. "Please, don't," I beg.

"Cass, he bashed your head into the sidewalk. You might have a concussion," Dean points out.

I slide my phone out of my pocket, going to Gabriel's contact. "Turn off the radio for a bit," I tell him. Hesitantly, he does. Dean pulls the Impala to the side of the road and parks in waiting.

I put the phone on speaker. "Hey, Cassie," Gabe chirps. "How's your car coming along?"

"Gabe, can you come back? Bring Balthazar."

"Cassie, what's going on?" Gabriel asks, becoming worried.

"What's going on is if Balthazar doesn't come down here, I'm going to the hospital. And you know how Michael gets when he gets a call from them," I tell him.

"Shit," Gabe mutters. "Balthazar, we're leaving!"

"What about my classes?!" Balth asks.

"It's Cassie! You can miss a couple days!" Gabe retorts.

"Coming!" Balth yells.

I flinch, dripping my phone. "Please stop yelling," I whisper.

"Shit, sorry, Cassie," Gabe says. "We're on our way. Where are we meeting?"

I look over to Dean, seeing as he starts driving again. "Wait, where are we going?" I ask.

"You can text them the address," Dean says. "Hang up."

"Where are you taking me?" I repeat. He groans, grabbing my phone and hanging up. "Rude."

"You talk too much," he replies. I bite back a sarcastic remark, looking out the window instead. He looks over when I don't respond. "Cass?" Still, I stay silent. Dean sighs. "I'm sorry, Cass. I shouldn't have been so rude, okay? It's not my place to tell you to shut up."

I laugh softly. We pull into an apartment building, making me suspicious. "Where are we?"

"My apartment building, Cass," Dean says.

"Oh," I reply.

We hop out of the car. He leads me into his apartment. I text my brothers the address before sitting down on the couch. Dean walks back into the living room with a wet cloth and ice.

"Guess I know what I'm doing tomorrow," he chuckles.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"Cass, you got blood all over my car. I'll do it during your class. But tomorrow you're going to stay after school. That is, if you're going," Dean tells me.

"We'll find out in two hours," I tell him. "Probably less, but around there."

"Okay, Cass," he sighs.

•••

Dean got the blood to stop. He made me lay down on the couch, with the ice on my forehead. Two hours later, the door is knocked on.

"It's open!" I say, just loud enough for them to hear.

They walk in, gasping at the sight. "What the hell happened?!" Gabe yells.

I flinch, sitting up. The ice pack falls to my lap, making me curse at the coldness. I lay it on the coffee table before looking at my brothers.

Balthazar takes a seat next to me, assessing my wounds. "How long ago did this happen?" He asks.

"Not long before I called Gabe," I tell him. He glares. "Two hours, give or take."

"What happened?" He asks.

"Someone smashed my face into the sidewalk," I tell him.

"Who?" Gabe asks sternly.

"It's taken care of," I tell him.

"Where are we, anyway?" Gabe asks.

The shower turns off, making me sigh. Dean was washing the blood off of him before they could see him like that.

"You'll see in a bit," I tell him.

"Cassie, stop moving," Balth says sternly. I slap his hands away as he tries to apply ointment to the wound.

"You're hurting me," I whine.

"Well it's necessary," he retorts.

"Gabe, make him stop," I complain. I glance at Gabriel, seeing him pace across the room. "Both of you stop for just one minute. The guy won't come after me again. He knows better now."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Balth asks.

"It means he should stop preying on innocent students to get a quick fuck," Dean says. I jump, turning to face him before glaring. "Didn't mean to scare you, again."

"Mr. Winchester?" Gabriel asks. "What the hell is Cassie doing at your apartment?"

"He helped me, Gabe. Stop freaking out. He beat the crap out of that dude," I tell him.

"Wait, he tried to rape you?" Balth asks.

I groan loudly. "Did you have to tell them that?"

"Sorry, Cass," Dean chuckles.

"Can I go back tomorrow, Balth?" I ask hopefully.

"Just take it easy. Have Luci check in with you and stay at his place if you can. We don't need Michael making things any worse," Balth orders.

"Luci's been staying with me and Michael since there's a problem with the pipes or something at his place," I tell him.

"Then don't be around Michael," he retorts. "I want you to take it easy for the next couple days. Maybe a week or two. Change the gauze every couple hours."

He pulls something out of his medical bag before putting it on my wound. I grunt, pushing him away.

"No," I say sternly.

"I have to protect it, Cassie. Don't fight with me," Balth says.

I get up off the couch, backing away from him. "Keep that away from me, Balthazar. I'm fine."

Someone grabs me from behind, making me squeal in shock. I hear chuckling before I'm carried and placed back on the couch.

"You called them, Cass," Dean points out. "It was either this or the hospital."

"I hate you, Dean," I say sternly.

"Whatever," Dean chuckles.

"Winchester, a word?" Gabriel asks. They walk into another room, leaving just me and Balth.

"Now that they're gone, tell me about your little crush," Balth says, smirking.

My face flushes and I shake my head. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lie. I let him apply the gauze to my wound as we talk.

"Yeah, sure, Cassie," Balthazar laughs. "Just admit you like him and I'll stop pestering you."

"You promise?" I ask. He nods. I stay silent until I hear Gabriel and Dean indistinctly talking. Well, Dean has his voice raised, but I still can't understand them. "Fine, it's true."

"Oh, Cassie," Balthazar sighs.

"I can't focus, Balthazar. I can't even act normal when he's around me. It's like I can't control it. He calms me down with just one look and I know it's wrong but I can't help it," I admit.

"And he's the first guy you've ever liked?" He asks.

"Not just guy, Balth. First person I've ever liked," I correct.

"Wait, really? You've never liked anyone before him?" He asks.

"No," I sigh. "I know it's wrong, Balth. I just can't help it, okay?"

"You're seventeen, Cassie," he sighs. "Plus, he might not even be into you."

"Oh, thanks," I reply sarcastically. "That helps a lot."

"Definitely into you," Gabe says. I look over in panic, thinking Dean had heard. "He's going to the bathroom, don't worry. But yeah, he likes you."

"How are you so sure?" I ask.

"He never lets anybody near his car, Cassie," Gabriel says. "Yet your blood is all over it and he's not even yelling at you."

"He knows I don't like yelling," I point out. "Don't get my hopes up, okay? I still have one month until I'm eighteen. Just drop it, please."

"Fine," Gabe sighs.

•••

Balthazar and Gabriel left a little while after. Dean had begged me to stay for longer, so I did. I couldn't bring myself to go back home to Michael and Luci when I'm having such a good time here at Dean's.

I must've fell asleep at some point, because I wake up with my head on Dean's shoulder and his arm wrapped around me.

I yawn, rubbing my eyes. "I'm still here?" I ask.

"Uh, yeah..." Dean says, removing his arm.

I grab it and put it back behind me. "You don't have to move just because I'm awake, Dean," I tell him. He relaxes, a small smile on his face. "Plus, I was comfy and you ruined it."

Dean chuckles. "Sorry, Cass. I didn't think of that." I hear a knock on the door. "Who is it?!" I flinch again, making him curse. "Sorry, again."

"It's Sammy! Dad dropped me off!" He says loudly.

"Shit," Dean mutters. He gets up and walks to the door. Hesitantly, he opens it. "Heya, Sammy. How come he dropped you off so early?"

"Dean, what are you doing? Let me in!" Sam persists. I flinch, hitting my leg on the coffee table. "Oh, do you have a girl in there? Sorry, I'll come back in a couple hours."

"Sammy, I'm not getting laid," Dean groans. I can't help but laugh at that.

"Oh! You have a guy in there? You admit you're gay now?" Sam asks.

My eyes open wide and Dean groans. "That's it, come back later. Bye, Sammy," Dean says, closing the door.

"Have fun!" Sam laughs.

"Sammy, like the guy in my class Sammy?" I ask.

"Yeah," Dean sighs. "He's my brother."

"He seems like a handful," I chuckle.

"Not worse than Gabriel," He retorts. He walks back over and sits down beside me. He wraps an arm around me again, so I lay my head on his shoulder. "Your brothers are insane."

"Tell me about it," I reply, laughing softly. "What did you two talk about, anyway?"

He looks away, biting his lip. I avert my gaze to stop myself from doing anything drastic.

Dean clears his throat before speaking. "I'll tell you if you tell me what you talked about with Balthazar."

"No," I reply softly.

"Then no," he chuckles.

"It's probably better I don't know," I reply. "Knowing Gabriel, it could be anything."

My phone rings, making me sigh. I put it on speaker, thinking it's Luci.

"Where the hell are you?" Michael asks sternly. My hand shoots out, quickly picking up the phone. "Get back home you piece of shit. This is why dad left. He didn't want you."

I grit my teeth, taking it off of speaker phone. "Leave me alone, Michael. I'm tired of you treating me like this. Put Luci on the phone."

"He's not here. He's been looking for you ever since you didn't come back home," Michael says.

I groan in frustration. "I'll text him where I'm at. Bye." I hang up the phone, texting Lucifer the address. He texts back with an 'on my way', so I sigh. "I'm sorry you had to hear that, Dean."

"Cass," Dean sighs. "Who is Michael?"

I fidget with my hands, not knowing how to tell him. "It's complicated. He takes care of us, in a sense, but he's my older brother."

"It doesn't sound like he's taking care of you," he points out. "Hell, he scares you, Cass."

"Like I said, it's complicated," I sigh. "Do you know where my school bag is?"

"It's in my car," he replies. "Let's go get it before Lucifer comes."

I nod, so we leave. When we get to his car, I gasp in shock. "Dean, it's everywhere. I'm so sorry."

He disregards it, opening one of the doors and pulling out my bag. I put it on my shoulders before sighing. "I'll see you tomorrow, Dean."

"See you tomorrow, Cass," he sighs. Then he walks back inside.

Lucifer pulls into the parking lot and I hop in. He drives off before he can even get a glimpse at Dean's car.

"Where were you?" He asks sternly.

"Balth and Gabe came by. Some guy hit my head into the sidewalk so I was bleeding pretty badly," I admit.

"Are you okay?" He asks, anger in his voice.

"Balth cleaned me up. Gave me a clean bill of health. I'm fine," I tell him. "When is your apartment gonna be fixed?"

"I don't know, Cassie. Soon, hopefully," Luci sighs.

"Please keep Michael away for the time being. I don't want to go to the hospital," I tell him.

"I know, Cassie. I'm sure he doesn't either. Are you going to school tomorrow?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna take it easy," I reply. He nods.

•••

I walk into auto shop, sitting down in my car. The bell rings, so Dean walks to the middle of the room.

"I'm going to be working on my car while you work. If you have a question, ask the person next to you. Get to work," he says sternly.

People instantly get to work. Dean goes behind the curtain. I start to work on my car, sighing when I can't get something unscrewed.

I walk to the curtain, pulling it back a bit. "Dean," I say softly.

He looks over in confusion, sighing when he sees me. "Yeah, Cass?" He asks.

"I...uh, need help," I admit. "I didn't feel comfortable asking anyone else."

He smiles softly, putting down what he's using and washing his hands. He walks out, over to my car. "What's the problem?" He asks.

"I can't unscrew this," I admit.

"You're not supposed to," Dean chuckles. He picks up something and attaches it to the car, falling into place. He screws it on and stands back up. "There you go, Cass. Let me know if you need anymore help."

"Thank you," I reply.

He nods, walking back behind the curtains. I continue to work on the car until someone taps me on my shoulder. I turn around seeing a tall, broad shouldered guy with shaggy brown hair.

"Are you okay?" He asks. I shift uncomfortably, nodding. "I'm Sam."

I gasp in shock, then clear my throat. He stares at me in confusion. "Castiel," I tell him. "Nice to meet you."

"You too. If you ever need any help, let me know," Sam says, then walks off.

Class goes by fast after that. I'm staying behind again, but so is Sam. He helps me with my car, since he's ahead and I'm behind.

Dean had finished cleaning the car half way through the extra hour, so he's at his desk doing some work. Occasionally, I'll glance over to him when Sam isn't looking. Sam ended up basically doing everything while he taught me how to rebuild the engine.

It's only about a month into school, so there's still a lot to get done. I look over to Dean, only to see him already looking at me. I clear my throat, looking back at what Sam is showing me.

"Sammy," Dean says. "Go get a soda from the vending machine."

"I don't want a soda," Sam complains. "I don't even have any money."

"It's for me, and here," Dean says, pulling out his wallet. Sam groans, walking over and taking a dollar bill from him. Sam exits the room. I start to get uncomfortable again. I hear Dean's chair roll backwards and footsteps coming closer to me. "You okay, Cass?"

"I'm fine, Dean," I say quietly. "Why'd you send Sam away?"

"Because I wanted to be alone with you," he admits, rubbing his neck nervously. "That's okay, right?"

"Of course," I reply.

"So how mad was Lucifer?" He asks.

"Reasonably," I shrug.

"I shouldn't have let you sleep for so long," he sighs.

"Don't blame yourself. Blame the guy who slammed my head into the concrete," I tell him.

I watch as Dean's jaw clenches and his hands ball into fists. He averts his gaze, making me sigh. I walk up to him and tilt his head up with my fingers, so he looks into my eyes. I bite my lip involuntarily. We're so close to each other that I have to use all my willpower to stop myself from kissing him.

Dean's eyes glance at my lips a couple times before he backs up, clearing his throat. I snap out of the trance, rubbing my neck nervously.

"Sam will be back soon," he says awkwardly. I nod, turning to face the car.

I hear his retreating footsteps before the rolling of his chair. Glancing over at him, I see he's back at his desk, as if he hadn't moved even an inch.

As expected, Sam walks into the room moments later. I lean against the car, pulling out my phone. Sam walks to Dean, handing him the soda.

"Happy?" He asks sarcastically.

"Thank you," Dean says. His voice is emotionless, sending shivers down my spine.

I pull up my text messages, trying to ignore Dean. Lucifer had texted me.

Lucifer: I'll be home in about an hour and a half. Meeting is gonna be longer than expected

That was sent half an hour ago. I groan, realizing that I'll have to walk home.

"You okay, Castiel?" Sam asks.

"Yeah," I sigh. I slide my phone into my pocket, looking at Sam and Dean. "Luci said I have to walk home."

I watch as Dean's face turns to panic and fear. "No," he says sternly. Sam looks at him incredulously, as do I. "You remember what happened last time. He's still out there."

I look to the ground, fiddling with my hands. "I already ruined your car. Why would you want me to get back in?" I ask softly.

"Wait, you ruined his car? And he didn't kill you?" Sam asks. I shake my head. "How'd that happen?"

Dean sighs. "I was driving home. I saw something – something I won't explain – happening on the sidewalk. I pulled over and helped out. Cass had his head smashed into the sidewalk just moments before I got to him. I didn't even know it was him." He takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Cass, I don't want that to happen to you again. Just let me take you home."

I nod softly. Dean's phone buzzes, so he looks at it and presses the screen. "Finally, we can leave," Sam sighs in relief.

I put my bag on my shoulder as I shut the hood of the car. Dean picks up his bag – which is already packed up – and we go behind the curtain. He unlocks the car and we hop in.

It takes about fifteen minutes to get home with my directions. When we pull into the driveway, I freeze. Michael is on the porch, leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest. His glare sends chills down my entire body.

"I-I gotta go," I stutter. "Bye."

Before they can respond, I hop out of the car and step onto the porch. Michael disregards the car, opening the door and shoving me inside. I stumble, catching myself before I hit the ground. He slams the door shut before locking it.

"Who was that?" Michael asks sternly.

"My friend Sam," I lie. "And his older brother." It wasn't a complete lie, but it's still not the whole truth.

He grabs my wrist, gripping it tightly. I try to pull away, to no avail. He tightens the grasp before sighing. "Where were you?" He asks softly.

His voice contradicts his grip. The grip is harsh and tight, but his voice is soft and calm.

"I was working after school with a teacher," I tell him.

Michael glares before shoving me into the wall. He holds me in place. I try to push him backwards, to no avail. He's still holding onto my wrist, though.

"There something going on between you two? You're seventeen, Castiel. That is not allowed," he says, voice stern and deep.

"No, I swear. He's just my teacher," I tell him.

Somehow, his grip tightens. I try to pry off his hand but he's too strong. "He? That's worse, Castiel. You know better than to fraternize with males."

"I-I'm not, I swear. Sam was helping me the entire time, not the teacher," I tell him.

"Stay away from them, you hear me? If this happens again, you know what'll happen," he says sternly.

I nod furiously. He lets me go. I run to my room, shutting the door softly and locking it.

•••

I lay in bed after eating dinner. Not much happened after that. Suddenly, my phone buzzes.

Unknown: You okay?

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: It's Dean

Me: How tf did you get this number

Dean: I've got a friend named Frank. He gave it to me

Me: Okay, how did Frank get it then?

Dean: He's a hacker. Really good one, too

Me: Oh, that's great *note the sarcasm*

Dean: Whatever, Cass

Dean: I'll repeat my question. Are you okay?

Me: Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

Dean: Saw how pissed Michael was

Me: Oh

Me: It was nothing, Dean

Dean: Is that what you meant by complicated?

Me: Please, drop it. I don't want to talk about it

Dean: Sorry

Me: It's okay, Dean

Dean: Anyway, wyd?

Me: I'm laying in bed lol wbu

Dean: Making dinner for Sammy

Me: What are you making?

Dean: Burgers

Me: Sounds good

Dean: Sammy loves them. So do I

Dean: That may just be me being biased, though

Me: Lmao you do realize you can suck at cooking and hate it?

Dean: Good point. You eat yet?

Me: Yeah, we had pizza

•••

I avoided Dean for the duration of the next class. When I'm about to leave, he stops me.

"Cass, what's going on?" He asks.

"Nothing, Dean," I mutter softly. "Just let me go home. Luci's waiting."

I pull down the sleeve of my trench coat so it covers my entire hand. Dean looks at it curiously before picking up my arm and pulling down the sleeve. I rip my arm from his grasp but it's too late. He saw the marks.

"Cass," Dean says, trying to hold in his rage. "What the hell is that?"

"It's nothing," I lie. "Just let me go home. Please."

"Was it him?" He asks. I look at the ground, staying silent. "Dammit, Cass! You told me you were okay!" I flinch, stepping backwards to gain distance between us. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you, okay?"

I stare at him hesitantly before nodding. "I...I am okay, Dean. It's just a bruise. It'll go away in a week or two."

"Why...why didn't you tell me?" He asks softly.

"I didn't want you to freak out," I admit. "I promise I'll tell you when it happens again."

"'When'?" Dean asks.

"He never stops. If he does, it's never for long," I inform him. "Can we drop the subject, please?" He sighs, nodding.

•••

A little over two months passes by. Sam and I have actually become friends. I invited him to my birthday party (that my family insisted I have).

Actually, it's a party for both me and Gabriel. Neither of us wanted one, but Lucifer insisted. There would only be one party for the both of us, since we're twins. Although, they're probably not even going to mention it's Gabriel's birthday. I'm assuming it's because they don't want to get pranked, but I could be wrong.

Finally, I'm 18. My family and I are celebrating at The Roadhouse.

*Dean's POV*

Me: Hey, Ellen. You need any extra workers today? After all, it is Saturday

Ellen: Just get on down here, I'll tell you when you arrive

It takes me about half an hour, but I finally arrive. I stop in my tracks, seeing almost all of the Novak's up and running around. I walk into the kitchen, seeing Ash and Jo working like crazy.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Can't talk, go to mom," Jo says hurriedly.

I walk to the back room, opening it hesitantly. "Ellen, what's going on?" I ask.

"Those Novak's basically shut down business for tonight," Ellen says. "Something about a birthday? I don't know, Jo accepted and talked too fast to explain. Go ask one of the boys."

A birthday? Novak's? I walk back to the room, where Gabriel tries to rush past me. I grab his arm to stop him. He looks at me in shock.

"Winchester!" Gabriel exclaims. "I didn't think he'd actually invite you."

I show him a look of confusion. "Who?" I ask. "What is all of this?"

"Wait, he didn't even tell you?" Gabe asks.

"He who?" I repeat.

"Cassie, he's 18 today," he tells me.

I drop my hand. "No, he didn't tell me."

I sit down at a nearby table, pulling out my phone. "Sorry, Mr. Winchester," Gabriel says before walking off.

Me: Hey, Cass

Castiel: Hello, Dean

Me: Doing anything special today?

Castiel: No, not really. Just hanging out with my family

Me: Cass...why are you lying?

Castiel: ...did my brothers tell you?

Me: No I walked in because Ellen was freaking out that the whole place was a madhouse

Me: Why didn't you just tell me? You're finally 18

Castiel: Because it doesn't fucking matter, Dean

Me: Why not?

I watch as Castiel types and deletes messages for a couple minutes. Finally, he sends one.

Castiel: Just forget I said anything, okay?

Dean: Okay. Happy birthday, Cass. I'm gonna go help Ash and Jo. See you tonight

Castiel: Make some of those burgers

I chuckle softly, standing up and walking to the kitchen.

Me: Will do

I tuck my phone away, a smile across my face. "What's got you so happy?" Jo asks.

"It's nothing, Jo. Hey, Ash, have you started the burgers yet?" I ask.

"How'd you know I'm making burgers?" Ash asks.

I walk over to him, taking the burgers from beside him. "Because Cass told me he wants me to make them. Wasn't much of a long shot to guess it was already on the list."

"Cass? As in Castiel Novak? The one who's turning 18?" Jo asks.

"Yeah," I reply.

"How do you know him? You don't make those for just anyone," Ash points out.

"He's my student," I admit.

•••

*Castiel's POV*

Luci had lent me his car so I could come to the party without being rushed. He had sent me a text a couple minutes ago telling me to leave.

I hop into the car and pick Sam up before driving to The Roadhouse. When we step inside, I smile at the sight. It looks recently cleaned. All of a sudden, someone runs to me and pulls me into a hug.

I yelp, pulling away. I see Anna standing there, so I pull her back in. My brothers join, making me laugh. I pull away once it becomes too much.

"Thank you," I tell them. "I'm glad you didn't go all out."

"Oh, trust me, Gabe wanted to. We kept stopping him," Balthazar says.

I laugh, shaking my head. "Sounds like him."

Gabriel grabs my hand, pulling me across the entire restaurant. I follow him curiously, until we get to the bar. He gestures for me to sit down, which I hesitantly do. Almost instantly, everyone sits on either side of me.

The kitchen doors open and Jo, along with Ash, walks out. "Happy birthday, Castiel."

"Thank you," I tell them. "Where's Dean?"

"I don't know, I can go check if you want," Jo offers.

"No, no. It's okay, I'll check after I use the bathroom," I tell her, getting up from my stool.

I walk to the bathroom, not paying any attention to anything other than myself. After I go, I wash my hands before walking back to the exit.

"Cass," Dean says softly.

I turn around, realizing he was at the sink next to mine. How didn't I notice him?

"Hello, Dean," I reply. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the party. I didn't even want one. It's not a big deal. I'm not gonna get what I want anyway."

Slowly, Dean walks over to me. He's taller than me, but not by much. I look up into his eyes, waiting for him to speak. "And what do you want?"

His voice is low, yet hushed and firm. It's almost enticing and I find myself falling into a trance. My eyes flicker to his lips before looking into his eyes again. I watch as he does the same to me.

I take a deep breath. It's a huge risk, but I'm willing to take it. "You," I whisper.

That's all it takes for his lips to be on top of mine. There was a small gap between my back and the door, but it's gone as soon as Dean pushes me against it.

My hands make their way into his hair, savoring the moment for what it is. I've wanted this for so long and it's finally happening. It's finally happening.

Dean's hands grip my waist firmly. I whine when I feel his lips leave mine. I moan when they reattach to my collar bone. I'm guessing because it's easier to cover up.

He bites down softly, making me gasp in surprise. I tilt my head to the side so he has more access. Dean trails his kisses up my neck and jawline before meeting mine.

I press my lips onto his a little harder than he had before, never wanting this make out session to come to an end.

But all things eventually do. I feel the door trying to open, putting pressure on my back. Instantly, I start to panic. I push Dean back a bit and let the door open. Balthazar acts like we're not even there, going straight to where he needs to be.

I bite my lip, looking at Dean. He's breathing heavily, but so am I. Then he walks over to me. He fixes my collar before whispering, "We'll talk about this later." And then he's gone.

I groan in frustration before leaning against a wall. The sink turns on and Balthazar starts to speak. "You finally told him. Congrats, Cassie."

"Barely," I retort. "And you interrupted."

"You should be lucky it wasn't any of our siblings. You'd never hear the end of it," he points out.

I laugh, nodding in agreement. I walk out of the bathroom and pull Gabriel to the side. "I don't understand why you don't have a party," I admit.

"We're twins, Cassie," Gabriel says. "There should only be one party."

"I doubt they even realized it's your birthday too." I retort. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY GABRIEL!" My voice was raised, but not loud enough that it would be screaming. Everyone turned to me with shock before repeating it.

•••

The rest of the night was busy. We played games the entire time until two in the morning. I never got to talk to Dean about what happened.

Gabriel moved back in the very next day, and took my phone to ensure I would help him. Luci moved back into his apartment the same day, so I had to help with that too.

By the time Dean's class rolled around on Monday, I was drained. Gabriel and I enter the auto shop and almost instantly, I sit down in the Porsche 911.

"You can't just lay there, Cassie," Gabriel points out.

"Too bad," I retort. "If you want me to get up you'll have to make me."

Gabriel raises his eyebrow, walking over to my side of the car. He grabs my leg and tugs, making me yelp. I catch myself before I fall, making him burst into laughter.

"Novak's, this car isn't a toy," Dean says. I look over, seeing him try to contain laughter. My gaze is averted to the ground when I remember what happened two nights ago.

"Sorry, Dean-o," Gabe says, earning a glare from Dean. "Cassie, come on. You can't be that sore."

"I was lugging around yours, and Luci's, stuff all day. Went to sleep at 3am, woke up at 6am. Then, you worked me till 11pm. Give me a break," I tell him.

Gabriel goes to protest, but Dean stops him. "Just let him be, Gabriel. Come here, Cass." Dean walks behind the curtain, making me groan. Hesitantly, I follow. Dean leads me to the Impala. He opens the door behind the drivers seat and gestures for me to sit down.

I sit down, letting my legs hang out of the car. I look at him in confusion before lips are planted onto mine. I yelp in shock, pushing him away a bit. Our foreheads are touching.

"Dean, we're in class. What if someone walks in?" I ask.

He places a chaste kiss on my lips before pulling away completely. "Stay after school. We need to talk," he tells me. "I'll take you home, so don't worry about a ride." I smile at the gesture. "Just lay down back here until then."

"Dean, you're giving me special treatment," I point out. "People are going to get suspicious."

He groans, probably out of frustration. He looks over to the still closed curtains before running a hand through his hair. "You're right. Sorry, I didn't think it through," he says, voice softer than usual.

I walk over to him, ignoring the pain in my joints. "Dean," I say softly. He doesn't turn around, so I walk in front of him. I lift his chin so his gaze meets mine. "It's okay. Hell, we haven't even talked this through yet. There's bound to be some confusion." I take a deep breath, continuing with the subject. "All I want to do is be close to you. But you're still my teacher; you could get fired for this. I want to hear your side of this, though. I'll talk to you after class."

And then I walk away. Gabriel looks at me in shock, clearly not realizing I'd be coming back so soon. He's in the car, trying to fix the radio. I hop in beside him, watching what he's doing. I see Dean walk back into the room with my peripheral vision. He glances at me before acting like nothing happened.

"You okay, Cassie?" Gabe asks hesitantly.

I shrug. "Yeah, I guess. I just never knew how hard it was to like someone," I tell him. "Tell Luci I've got a ride home. I'm staying after school for a bit."

I see Gabriel smiling before he wipes it off his face. I chuckle softly, earning a glare from him. His mouth is slightly turned upwards while doing so, meaning he was joking around. Knowing him, it was probably half serious and half playing around.

Gabriel and I have been close ever since childhood. Even when he'd play pranks on me, I couldn't help but laugh and be thankful for having such a close relationship with him. If he plays a prank on you, it means he cares.

Like, one time...

~ Flashback ~

I'm only ten. Gabriel is my twin brother, older by a minute. Thankfully, it's a weekend. That way I don't have to rush to get ready and I wouldn't be late, since I slept in.

I walk downstairs after falling asleep in the room Gabriel and I share. Luci looks at me in shock as I pass him to get to the kitchen. He follows, though.

"Cassie?" He asks hesitantly.

I turn around to face him with confusion. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"What happened to your hair?" Luci asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask, tilting my head a bit.

He sighs, pulling out his phone. A couple seconds later, he hands it to me. It shows the camera, which is facing me. I gasp and almost drop Lucifer's phone. He quickly takes it from me before it can slip out of my grasp.

My hair is rainbow. Actually rainbow. I have no clue how Gabriel did this. He didn't wake me, make a mess, and he has no knowledge of hair dyeing. But then again, it is Gabriel. If anyone could do it, it would be him.

I can't stop the smile on my face. "What?" Lucifer asks.

"Nothing," I reply, laughing softly. "He spent all that time and dedication just to dye my hair. Even if it was supposed to be a bad thing, he still hung out with me and cared for me."

Now Lucifer is smiling. "I like your view on it," he compliments. "Go wake him up."

I nod, heading back to our bedroom. I find Gabriel on his side, snoring softly. I tug on the blanket to wake him up peacefully. It doesn't work, of course.

I bend down next to the bed, sighing. "Gabe, wake up," I say softly. "Please?"

"Go away, Cassie," Gabe groans.

"You dyed my hair rainbow. I'm not leaving this room without you," I retort.

Gabriel smiles softly before opening his eyes. "You look good, Cassie," he tells me. I roll my eyes, standing up straight once again. Gabriel gets out of bed before walking to his dresser. "Go wait with Luci. I've got to change."

So I do. Gabriel comes down a couple minutes later and stands next to me. Luci looks at him sternly. "Why'd you do it?" He asks sternly.

"Why?" Gabriel repeats. "Because it's rainbow. Just be glad I didn't put any glitter in it."

I chuckle softly. "You did a nice job on it. I think the glitter would've ruined it," I tell him. Gabriel smiles at that.

~ Present ~

The end of class came fast after that. But then I realized: Sam is staying. How are Dean and I supposed to talk about our 'relationship' with Sam here? I mean, Dean could send him away again, but he won't stay gone for long enough.

The last person besides me, Dean, and Sam finally leave the room. I climb out of the vehicle easily, since the doors are somehow removed. I pack up the tools that Gabriel had left out. He booked it out of the room as soon as the bell rang, leaving for me to clean it up.

"Dean, are you ready?" Sam asks.

"Uh, I called dad. He's picking you up and you two are gonna go do something. I'll pick you up later, okay? Just don't fight with dad," Dean says.

I hear Sam groan, making me chuckle a bit. "Bye, Sam," I tell him.

"Bye, Castiel," he sighs. Then the door shuts.

I walk to the hood and start to close it before stopping abruptly. Something catches my eye. I put up the stand for the hood before bending over to pick it up. Somehow, Gabriel had managed to get a tool stuck in the bundle of car parts in the hood. I groan in frustration, only to hear Dean groan and mutter something under his breath.

I look over to his desk, where he's currently seated. His hands are over his face and his elbows rest on the wooden escritoire in front of him. "Dean, what's wrong?" I ask hesitantly.

Dean abruptly stands up and walks over, leaning down and pulling the tool out in one swift movement. I stare at him agape, not even registering that he didn't answer my question.

I shut the hood before staring at him with confusion. He's still gazing at the car, not looking at me. I step closer to him and turn his head to face me. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Sorry," he sighs. "Ignore what just happened."

"Dean, what did happen?" I ask.

"Let's talk before I go explaining what happened," Dean says softly.

He grabs my hand, leading me past the curtain to the garage he parks the Impala inside of. I never realized it until now, but there is a two-cushioned couch pushed against one of the walls.

"Why is there a couch in here?" I ask.

"I bought it for when I stay after school fixing people's mistakes or grading when I don't want to go home," he admits. "I'm planning on giving it to Sammy when he moves out of our dads place."

I nod in understanding. Both of us sigh, knowing where the conversation is heading. I dip my head, not wanting to look him into the eye when I start. "Dean, I like you. I'm not going to beat around the bush, because I know it won't get me anywhere. I know it's not against the law or anything, since I'm eighteen now, but you're still my teacher."

"Don't remind me," Dean sighs. "I like you, Cass. A lot. I know I'm not good with words - or sharing my feelings - but I would definitely work on that if we were together. I know it's wrong, since you're my student and everything, but I can't stop thinking about you. It's driving me absolutely insane."

"Me too, Dean. I just wasn't sure if you wanted a relationship or something undefined," I reply. Then I pause. "How would we even make it work?"

"We don't tell anyone, and we keep it under wraps. That would mean private dates, or we drive until we're sure no one from around here could see us in public. It would be difficult, but I'm willing to do all that just to be with you," Dean says.

He lifts my head so I look into his eyes. My lips are curled upwards, showing him a soft smile. "I'm sure I'll manage," I reply. His face lights up and he leans in.

His lips are soft and the kiss is gentle. Dean pulls away before it lasts too long. "So, Cass, I'm guessing this means we're together?" He asks.

I laugh softly. "Yes, Dean," I reply.

He leans in again. Our lips meld together and move in sync. He goes a bit further, biting my bottom lift softly. I gasp and he slips his tongue inside. We fight for dominance, but I give up easily. Dean shifts so he's closer to me. I move myself so my legs are on either side of him, pressing my body against his. His hands maneuver themselves to my neck. In one swift movement, Dean has me pressed against the couch. Clearly, he loves control.

We continue kissing for a couple more minutes. I feel his dick harden, making him pull away. "Fuck," he mutters. Taking in his disheveled look and lust-filled eyes, I find myself becoming the same way. "I'm sorry, Cass. I didn't mean to go so far."

I groan in frustration. "Just kiss me, you assbutt," I demand. Dean raises an eyebrow before chuckling softly. I narrow my eyes at him, so he kisses me.

It's short and soft, exactly what I didn't want. He pulls away, keeping his forehead resting on mine. "You don't want to get me started, Cass. I won't be able to stop myself."

"I don't want you to, Dean," I retort. "I don't care if we just started going out, I've wanted you ever since I saw you."

Dean groans, standing up. My eyes drift down to see the buldge in his pants. He opens the driver seat door of his baby and gestures for me to hop in. I do as I'm told. The whole car ride is filled with sexual tension and uncomfortable shifting. Dean must've gone twenty over the speed limit, but I couldn't care less right now.

We arrive in a short amount of time and make our way to his apartment. As soon as we're inside, Dean shuts the door and presses me against it. I squeal in surprise, but his lips muffle the sound. My arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer. Involuntarily, I find myself grinding against him.

He groans, pulling away just enough to speak. "Jump," he growls out. Instantly, his lips are back on mine. I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. Somehow, we make it to his bedroom. I quickly push the door shut before he tosses me onto his bed.

He crawls on top of me and attaches his lips to my neck. I moan, leaning my head to the side so he has more room. Dean finds my sweet spot and I buck up against him. He grunts, pulling away. Our clothes are discarded one by one, with little hesitance.

Dean makes hickeys across my entire torso, including my hips. He strokes my cock softly before his lips wrap around it. His tongue swirls around the head before going down onto it, tracing the vein on the bottom. Whatever he can't get with his mouth, he uses his hand for. I buck my hips accidentally, cursing when I hit the back of his throat. Despite the pleasure, I felt bad for making him gag. He pulls off a few moments later and kisses my inner thigh.

Dean reaches over to his dresser before opening the top drawer. He looks at me with hesitance. I sigh. "Dean, I'm sure. You should know that by now." He smiles, grabbing two things before closing the drawer and moving so he's on top of me. He kisses my neck as I hear the bottle cap opening. Not long after, a finger is circling my hole. He teases me for a little bit, making me groan. "I swear to God, Dean. Just fucking do it already."

He chuckles, inserting one of his fingers slowly. I hiss in pain. "Sorry, Cass," Dean sighs. "Should've warned you about that. It'll get better, though. Trust me."

All I do is nod, focusing on getting through the pain. He's two fingers deep when he hits something that makes me moan loudly and squirm underneath him. I find myself blushing when I realize what I did. "Sorry," I say.

Dean laughs softly. "Don't be, Cass," he tells me. Then he puts his mouth next to my ear and whispers, "That was actually pretty fucking hot. Never apologize for that."

He brushes against it once more, with three fingers inside of me. I react the same way as before. Then he pulls them out. I grunt, feeling empty now. He opens the condom, rolling it on. I watch as he strokes himself, coating the condom with lube. A soft groan escapes his lips before I feel his tip at my entrance.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I stop him. "I know, Dean. I'll be okay," I say softly.

Dean pushes in, little by little. When he bottoms out, he lets me adjust completely. I nod my head, letting him know it's okay to move. He starts at a slow pace. We bask in the pleasure as soft moans exit our mouths. Dean speeds up, getting rougher and harder. His lips roam across my chest, collarbone, and neck. Right now, I don't even care if he left marks. It feels too good to make him stop.

I feel myself getting close, but so is he. His movements are sporadic and he stopped kissing me completely. Dean thrusts inside of me, chasing his high. Eagerly, I follow by stroking my cock up and down in rhythm with his motions. No words are shared as we release in time with one another.

He rolls off of me after pulling out. Then he ties the condom and tosses it in the trash. Dean reaches to his dresser before wiping my chest and tossing out the baby wipe. I show him a confused look.

"Don't ask," he grunts. I chuckle softly, just now realizing why he had them there.

Dean grabs the blankets, pulling them over both of us. He wraps his arms around me. I lay my head on his chest and sigh. All that can be heard is each others breathing. Suddenly, I hear a door slam nearby.

"Dean, I'm home! Dad dropped me off!" Sam yells.

I pull away, looking at Dean in shock and worry. His expression mirrors mine. Then he puts on clothes, as do I. I sit on the bed as Dean exits the room.

*Dean's POV*

"Hey, Sammy," I say hesitantly. "I thought I said I'd pick you up?"

"You did. I just couldn't stand him anymore," Sam admits. "Everything I did was compared to you, Dean. I couldn't take it anymore. We were just having a normal conversation about my grades and he goes and point out that you had a job while juggling schoolwork. I know I don't have a job, dad. I'm working on it!"

"Sammy!" I say, rushing over to him. I put my hands on his shoulders so he looks into my eyes. "Calm down, okay? I know how hard it's been for you to find a job. You can't let dad get to you. He's only trying to give us a better life."

Sam sighs. "I know, Dean. I'm sorry. He just pisses me off sometimes."

Sam turns and walks forward. I follow his movement before standing in front of my door, right before he was about to open it. "Why do you want to go in there?" I ask hurriedly.

Sam gives me a bitch face. "I left my laptop charger in here, Dean. We watched movies on it yesterday, remember? Now let me in."

"No," I say sternly.

"Is someone in there?" He asks. Then he gasps, a smile lighting up his face. "You accepted it! It's the guy from before, isn't it?! Come on, let me in! I want to see who made you realize you're into guys!"

We struggle for a bit, him winning. I follow him into the room, slightly panicking. I sigh in relief when I see Cass isn't there.

"Nobody's here. You can go now," I tell him.

I hand him the charger, but he gives me a bitch face. "Someone is in here, Dean. You wouldn't panic for no reason." Quickly, I grab him and push him out of my room. I slam the door shut and lock it. "Dean, come on! Let me in!"

"Go to your room!" I say loudly. I hear retreating footsteps, making me sigh in relief. I turn to the room before speaking again. "You can come out. He's gone."

The closet doors open and Cass walks out, limping. I chuckle, helping him sit on the bed. "Fuck you, Dean," he says, joking but serious.

I roll my eyes before replying. "You already did that," I point out. He slaps me softly, making me laugh. "Sorry, Cass. Didn't mean to be so rough." I wrap an arm around him as we lean our backs against the headboard. "I should take you home, huh?"

"I'd stay, but Sam is here," Cass says, laughing softly.

I kiss him quickly before helping him to the door. I unlock it and we walk to the front door silently. The floorboard creaks, stopping us in our tracks.

"Cass?!" Sam yells.

"Shit," I mutter, turning to Sam. "Sam-"

"What the hell?!" He yells, walking up to us. "You could get fired for this! Then we'd both be shit outta luck and live on the streets! Is that what you want?! And you! I never expected this out of you! Dean is my brother and you didn't bother to tell me you liked him?!" He takes a deep breath before yelling again. "Dean, what is wrong with you?! I can't believe you! He's your student for God's sake!" He continues yelling at me, but I zone out.

The only thing on my mind is Cass, and how he's processing the situation. I look over, seeing him no longer there. My eyes widen and I glance across the entire room. The door is open. Shit.

"Shut up for a minute, Sam!" I say sternly. He stares at me in shock, but I run after Castiel. Luckily, I find him next to the elevator. I would've laughed if it wasn't for the situation. I pull him into a tight hug before stepping backwards. "Cass, I'm so sorry. I didn't think that through. We should've waited. I'm so sorry. He shouldn't have yelled at you - well, us. I take full responsibility for that. I know I said nobody should find out about us, but would it really be so bad if we told him? Hell, he already knows about us. Well, not the-"

"Dean," Cass says, cutting me off. "Him yelling at us isn't your fault. If he can be civil, I'll come back."

"I will," Sam says, making me jump. "Don't worry, I only heard what Cass said."

I roll my eyes. "Get me a beer, Sam. We'll be in soon," I tell him.

He groans, doing as I told. Cass and I sit down on the couch as I wait for Sam to leave the kitchen. He does, handing the beer to me before sitting down.

*Castiel's POV*

Sam takes a deep breath. "Why?" He asks.

"Why, what?" I ask.

"Why you?" Sam asks.

"I don't know," I admit.

"Seriously?" Dean asks, shocked.

"What?" I ask.

"You're perfect, Cass. Your deep voice, messy hair, trench coat, kind personality, all of it entranced me," He says. "There's more, by the way, I just didn't want to be explaining for an entire week." I laugh softly, a smile playing on my face. "You'd just work alone every day in class, not asking anyone for help except me. When you got confused, you'd tilt your head. It's so cute, honestly. You do it every time, probably without even realizing it. You're perfect, Cass. It's always gonna be you."

I can't help the smile follows. I kiss him softly, pulling away when I hear Sam groan in disgust. "Sorry, Sam," I chuckle.

"Please refrain from making out in front of my poor virgin eyes," he whines.

Dean scoffs, making me laugh. "They're far from virgin, Sammy."

"Shut up," Sam says, giving Dean a bitch face.

"Dean," I say hesitantly. "Can I tell Balth and Gabe? Possibly Anna?"

Dean sighs. "They can't tell anyone. And don't tell Michael either."

"Obviously," I retort.

•••

When Dean drops me off, Michael isn't home. I kiss Dean goodbye before entering the house. Almost instantly, Gabriel grabs my hand and drags me to the kitchen. I disregard the pain, knowing that if I did something, I would get pestered with questions.

"Cassie's home!" Gabe says loudly.

I glare at him, taking off my trench coat and placing it on a nearby chair. Lucifer enters the room and they look at me with pleading eyes. "I'm not making you two food," I say sternly.

"But your cooking is the best!" Luci pleads.

"And we don't want takeout either, so you're our only option," Gabe whines.

I glare at them before turning around to face the counter. I open a cabinet and reach for the container of Ramen noodles. I don't care if they don't want it. I want it, and they wanted me to cook, so they'll deal with it.

I hear both of them gasp, making me turn around. I tilt my head in confusion. "What?" I ask.

"Did you have sex?" Luci asks sternly.

My eyes open wide and my breathing hitches. "What?" I ask, voice a higher pitch than normal.

"You have a hickey on your hip, Cassie," Gabriel points out.

He pokes my hip, making me jump. I glare before lifting up my shirt and groaning. "That's just great," I retort.

"Stay here! Don't move!" Gabriel says, running out of the room.

I stay silent, knowing better than to have an argument like this without Gabriel. Once, I was fighting with Luci, and Gabriel got so upset he didn't witness it that he didn't talk to me for three days straight.

Gabriel runs into the room with a laptop. He places it on the table, where I see he's video calling Balthazar. The three of us are in camera view.

"What's so urgent, Gabriel? I was in class," Balthazar says sternly.

Gabriel pulls me over to the laptop. "Ow, Gabriel!" I whine. "Can you not be so rough?!"

"Suck it up. You're the one who had sex," Lucifer says.

"What?" Balthazar asks loudly. I watch as he walks for a minute and opens a door. "I've gotta go. Family emergency!"

"Bye!" I hear multiple people shout.

Balthazar walks away from the door before speaking again. "Was it him?" He asks.

"Who?" Lucifer asks.

"Oh, shit. Cassie, you liked him? Like, actually liked him?" Gabe asks.

"Who?" Luci repeats.

"Nobody, Luce," I sigh. "Don't worry about it."

"Why can they know and not me?" He asks.

"Because it's a teacher, Lucifer!" I yell.

The room goes dead silent. I can't tell whether it's from the fact I yelled for the first time in years, or from what I said. "What?" Lucifer asks, so quietly that I could hardly hear him.

"It's a teacher, Luce," I repeat.

"Who?" He asks. "Did he pressure you into it? Was it rape?"

"How does he know it's a he?" Balth asks.

"Because Cassie is limping and that can only happen if he bottomed," Gabe retorts.

"Gross, I didn't need to hear what position he had it in," Balth replies.

I roll my eyes, turning to Lucifer. "It was consensual. He never would've taken it that far if it wasn't," I tell him. "He's not like that."

"Is it one of your teachers or just a teacher?" He asks.

I sigh. "One of mine," I reply softly. "Gabe has him too."

"You two only have one teacher together," Luce states. I stand there, waiting for him to come to the realization. He gasps. "I told you he was a good teacher, not to fuck him!"

"It's not like that!" I say sternly. "We're together, okay?"

"In all the time that I've known him, which is like ten years, he's never been one to date. Well, besides Lisa Braeden," Lucifer says. "That only lasted a month, though."

"Wait, you've known him for ten years?" I ask.

"We went to middle school and high school together, Cassie," he tells me.

"I was there too!" Balth chimes in.

Lucifer and Gabriel laugh softly. I just process the information he told me. "In ten years, he's only been with one person? And it was a girl?"

"Yeah. I didn't even know he swung that gay, Cassie," Luce admits.

"Sam predicted it," I chuckle, remembering the conversations the two of them had about it. "He's definitely gay."

"Who's definitely gay?" Anna asks.

"Hi, Anna!" Gabriel chirps.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Anna asks Balth.

"Cassie had sex. I left," Balthazar says.

"What?!" Anna asks. "With who?! I didn't even know he liked someone!"

"Dean Winchester! You remember him, right?" Balthazar asks.

"Wait, is the one who was at Cassie's birthday party?" Anna asks.

All eyes turn to me. "What were you two doing in that bathroom?" Lucifer asks.

"Nothing," I reply swiftly.

"He gave Cassie a hickey," Balth chimes in.

"Balthazar!" I gasp. "You weren't supposed to say that."

"Was it as bad as this one?" Gabe asks, lifting up my shirt.

I yelp when my whole torso shows and they see it littered with hickeys. They all stare at me in shock as I glare at Gabriel. "Can you not?" I ask rhetorically.

"Holy shit, it was everywhere," Anna points out.

"You saw the one on my hip. Why would he go from my neck straight to my hip? That doesn't make sense," I point out.

"Okay, this conversation is over," Lucifer says sternly. "I am not talking about Cassie's sex life. That's over the top, even for me."

"Boo! You're no fun!" Gabriel whines. "So how was he in bed?"

Lucifer groans, exiting the room. The three of them wait in anticipation for my response. I sigh. Let the Q&A begin.

•••

Three months have passed by. It's now February. No one else has found out about our relationships, other than who we have told. Right now, Dean and I are in my room, since Michael is at work and Gabriel is hanging out with Sam.

Sam, Gabriel, and I became a well-known trio at school. We were always together and nobody messed with us. It had nothing to do with me, all them. Sam was tall and broad, like a moose, while Gabriel played tricks on everyone who came in his path. Nobody wanted to deal with having two guys like them on their asses.

I couldn't help but suspect something going on between the two of them. Complete polar opposites, yet they work so well together as a team. I never knew two completely different people who didn't want to rip each other's head off. It was quite a sight, if I'm honest. They'd bicker for like an hour, only to make up and hang off each other's arm for the next few.

Dean kisses the top of my head, making me smile. "What're you thinking about, angel?" He asks. I laugh softly, remembering the first time he called me that.

~ Flashback ~

Dean and I had just arrived at our date. He took me five towns over, to ensure nobody would recognize us. I didn't mind; the drive gave us more time to talk. We enter the restaurant and Dean walks up to the tiny counter they have. "Winchester," he says.

The man looks down at the big binder for a little bit before nodding. "Come with me to your table, please." We follow him to the back of the restaurant and he gestures to a booth. The two of us sit down, picking up the menus. "Your waitress will be over in a couple minutes to take your order."

We order our food, but the waitress doesn't leave. We look at her skeptically. "Yes?" I ask hesitantly.

"I was just wondering if you two were on a date," she says hesitantly.

Dean laughs softly, as do I. "Yeah, we are. He's my angel. I'd die without him there to save me," he says. I tilt my head in confusion. "There you go again with the head tilt. I swear, you're so fucking cute."

"I'm not cute, Dean," I retort, narrowing my eyes.

He leans in, raising an eyebrow challengingly. "Are you sure about that?" He asks.

I lean in, doing the same. "Definitely," I reply. "I'm not an angel, either."

"Yes, you are. You're my angel. If I went to hell, you'd grip and raise me back to Earth."

I look at him in confusion, a small laugh escaping my mouth. "Well that was random," I reply.

"It got my point across, didn't it?" He asks rhetorically.

"You assbutt," I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

"You two are so cute,"  the waitress says, placing our food on the table.

We lean back in our seats, laughing softly. "Thank you," I tell her. She nods, walking off. "She was nice."

"Yeah," he sighs. "It's nice to finally be able to show you off."

"Show me off? So that's why we're in a crowded restaurant? I thought you came here because the food was good," I say, frowning.

Dean rolls his eyes, smiling. "Oh, shush. It's both. I came here a little while ago with Sam. We were on a road trip, trying to find our dad who randomly left. He just dropped off Sam and left. Sam hadn't moved in with me at that time, so it was weird when all his stuff showed up a day later."

"Dean, that's awful," I sigh.

"It is, it turns out he went on a trip and found the person who set the house on fire when I was four. Killed my mom in that fire," he admits. "So I don't care if it was sad, it was worth it."

"Dean," I sigh. "How do you stay strong through everything? I'd be broken."

"I was struggling before I met you, if I'm honest. Just ask Sam, I was depressed over the summer. Everything had come crashing down all at once. I don't know if you know this, but I haven't exactly been in a lot of relationships. I felt hopeless, that I was going to die alone. I knew dad would pass before me, and Sam would obviously find someone. He's such a good kid to not find anyone. When I met you, I was instantly attracted. You should've seen me. I barely slept because I was always thinking about you, about us. It was insane, since I had just met you. My depression just went away somewhere along the lines. You kept me strong, Cass. You're my angel, my savior. The one who brought me back to life when I thought I was dead inside."

I stare at him in shock, not knowing how to respond.

~ Present ~

"Nothing special, Dean," I reply. "Just how far we've gone since we got together three months ago."

"'Nothing special'? Thanks," he jokes.

I roll my eyes, slapping him playfully. "Shut up, you know what I meant."

The front door slams, making me jump. I wait for them to announce themselves before moving. "Get your ass down here, you piece of shit!" Michael yells.

Quickly, I jump off the bed. I peck Dean on the lips, walking to the bedroom door. "Stay here, Dean. Please." And then I leave. I make my way down the steps before halting in front of him. "I'm here."

"I see that," he retorts. "I heard something today. Wanted to confirm it with you before I did anything about it."

"What was it?" I ask hesitantly.

"Well, it's a strange thing," Michael says, laughing dryly. "I have a friend who lives a couple towns over." I don't like where this is going... "And he saw you at a restaurant with an older man. Someone named Dean? Said you two were on a date together. Is it true?"

"No," I say quickly.

But it was too quick to be believable. I yelp when Michael shoves me into a table that was against the wall. The vase falls off and breaks into pieces.

"Don't lie to me, Castiel! Just admit it and I'll go easier on you!" He yells.

"Fine! I'm gay! And yes, his name is Dean! Are you happy now?!" I say sternly.

He slaps me across the face. "Don't take that tone with me, boy!" Michael yells. "You will respect me. I own this residence and I will not hesitate to throw you out."

"Fine! Do it then! Make me homeless! See if I give a flying fuck! Spoiler alert: I won't care at all! At least it takes me away from you!" I yell.

He punches me before shoving me to the ground. Quickly, I get onto my feet. I know better than to stay on the ground when he's like this.I turn around just in time to see Dean shove Michael into a wall.

"Stay away from him," Dean says sternly.

"Castiel, who is this?" Michael asks.

"It's-" I start, but Dean cuts me off.

"Dean. My name is Dean," he tells him. "Keep your hands off him. Just because you own this house, it doesn't mean you can lay a hand on him."

"You've ruined him," Michael seethes. "He was straight before you changed him."

"That's not true," I chime in. "I would be single my whole life if it wasn't for Dean. You can't just blame him for me being gay."

"I can blame who I want!" Michael yells.

"Shut up!" Dean yells back.

"What the hell is going on here?" Luci asks. The three of us look over, seeing Sam, Gabriel, and Lucifer in the doorway.

"Michael found out about Dean and hit me. Dean shoved him into a wall. Michael is blaming Dean for me being gay," I tell them. I turn back to Michael, walking closer. I decide to ignore the protests. "You can decide what I do under this household, but outside of it, you have no pull whatsoever. Which is why I'm moving out. I'm 18, I live where I want to. You can't keep me here."

"You can live with me," Luci says.

"What about me?" Gabriel whines. "I don't want to live here with this asshat."

"Shit," Luci mutters.

"Cass, you can live with me and Sammy," Dean says. "Hell, you practically live there already."

"Thank you," I reply, smiling.

"Can you let me go?" Michael groans.

"Only if you promise not to hit anyone," Dean offers.

"Fine," Michael agrees. Dean lets him go and stands next to me, wrapping an arm around me. "Get your shit and get out."

•••

Michael had never found out Dean was my teacher. Or, if he had, nothing happened. I had graduated yesterday. Dean wanted to kiss me right there, in front of everyone, but I declined. I had a better idea. I told Dean to be ready by 9pm, but of course, it's 9:15 and he's still not ready.

"Dean, we're late!" I yell. "Get your ass out here!"

"I'm coming!" Dean groans. He opens the bedroom door and walks over to me. I look him up and down, taking in the view. He has on an AC/DC shirt with a leather jacket and jeans. Casual, but it looks hot as all hell on him. "Nice view?"

"Yes, actually," I reply. He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

We hop in the car and I give him the directions. We're late by half an hour. We pull up into a long driveway, leading up to a mansion. People probably carpooled with others, all with full cars, since there's not many cars but a lot of people.

Dean parks, looking at me skeptically. "What is this?" He asks.

"It's a party, assbutt," I retort, hopping out of the car and walking to the front door.

Dean grabs my arm, turning me around to face him. "I meant why did you take me to a party? They're probably tired of seeing teachers and want to let loose."

I put my hands on the back of his neck. "That's why you're here with me. You're Dean here, not Mr. Winchester." He smiles, leaning down and pressing our lips together. It's soft and sweet, full of care and warmth.

"Oh my god!" A girl yells. We jolt away from each other, staring at the culprit. "Mr. Winchester?!"

That gets a crowd. People file out of the house, onto the front lawn, so they can watch it play out. I see Dean is frozen in shock.

Disregarding everybody watching, I turn him to face me. "Dean," I say softly. No response. I roll my eyes. "Really gonna make me do this the cliche way, huh?" Still, no response.

I wrap my arms around his neck and plant my lips onto his. There's chattering and gasps all throughout the crowd. Dean snaps out of it, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. I chuckle, pulling away.

He frowns down at me. "You can't just start something and not finish it," he pouts.

"I did finish it," I retort. "You just want more."

He raises a brow, smirking. "Do I?"

"Yep," I reply.

"Well, you're right. I can never get enough of you," he chuckles.

I peck him softly before pulling away completely. He grunts, wrapping an arm around me and facing the crowd. The girl from before is frozen, until she realizes we're looking at her expectantly. "Oh...um, right. Words. Words should be said right now, but I have no clue what to say. I'm confused. I'm lost. Are those the right words?"

I chuckle softly. "Yes, they are," I tell her. She looks at me in shock as her face tinges pink. "I think I've seen you around before, what's your name?

"Charlie Bradbury," she replies. "You?"

"Castiel Novak," I tell her.

"Novak, like Mr. Novak and Gabriel Novak? You're the third musketeer?" She asks in shock.

"That's me," I chuckle. "Where are the other two, anyway?"

"Went to get Gabriel some candy," a guy pipes up.

"Sam? And candy? Man, he really will do anything for Gabe," Dean chuckles.

I gasp softly, turning to look up at Dean. "You and me, Sam and Gabe; what are the odds?"

"Probably very very slim," he replies.

"Wait, so you two are actually together?" Charlie asks. We nod. "How long?"

"Almost seven months," Dean replies.

Again, there's numerous chattering going on. "I ship it!" Someone yells. A multitude of people chime in with responses similar to that.

I smile, and so does Dean. He dips down and kisses my forehead.

•••

Dean and I stayed together. He followed me when I went to Stanford with Sam and Gabriel, and came back with me every time I visited Balthazar, Anna, and Lucifer. Dean proposed in my sophomore year of college, to which I said yes. We got married four months later.

Sam and Gabriel did manage to start dating. They played pranks on each other and Sam helped Gabe pass all of his classes. When it came time to propose, Sam did it after playing a harmless prank on Gabriel. They got married seven months later.

The four of us share a house together in Lawrence, Kansas. We split the house in half and gave very strict rules on where they could prank each other. They listened, surprisingly. It worked out well, and we all loved it. We're all really close. and I wouldn't have it any other way.

THE END