The following morning, Gabe woke up and remembered that it was Sunday. He had to wake Cas up so he could go to this get-together he went to every week. He had to wake Cas up since he couldn't wake himself up. Really. Alarm clocks never worked either.

He got out of bed and opened the door to Cas's room, and he found his little brother wrapped in a blanket, coddling the biggest jock in school right at the foot of his bed. They were both asleep, unaware he was standing there. Dean was resting on his back with Cas's head on his chest. Dean's arm was wrapped around Cas's shoulders and Cas had his arm draped across Dean's torso.

Gabe recalled his conversation with Cas the previous night. Was this the date?

While Cas might have said it wasn't a date, Gabe knew better. Of course, he wasn't expecting it to be a guy. He always had a feeling that Cas might've been... well, playing for the other team, but still. It was a rather unexpected turn of events he just walked into.

He wasn't sure what to do. The two halves of his brain were in conflict. One side was like, "Just wake him up and ask him about Dean freaking Winchester being in his room with him with as much maturity as you can manage." But the other half was like, "Dude, put his hand in warm water!" And he had to admit; the latter was much more tempting.

But, he decided to try and maintain himself. Which roughly translates to not bursting into hysterical laughter.

He tapped Cas on the shoulder three times. "Cas," He spoke softly. He didn't even stir. Gabe tapped him again, a tiny bit more roughly. "Cas," He spoke slightly louder this time. Cas shifted a little, gripping Dean's shirt. Gabe leaned in toward Cas's ear, tapping him three times once again, and yelled, "CAS!"

Cas jerked awake, Dean awakening with him. "Cas, what is it?" He muttered. They both laid eyes on a rather amused Gabriel and the answer was clear.

Gabe smirked down at them. "Mornin', boys."

"Um, Cas," Dean murmured. "Is this your-"

"Brother. Yeah. Gabriel. Gabe, this is-"

"Dean Winchester! I know! What, you think I don't watch our football games? I've seen him play."

"Oh," Dean nodded a bit awkwardly. "That's nice. Um... nothing happened here, okay man? We were just watching a movie, and we fell asleep. That's it."

"I don't remember being wrapped in a blanket." Cas muttered, causing Dean to blush.

"Okay," Gabe interrupted. "Before anyone says anything else; Cas, today's Sunday. You gotta go to that thing."

"Oh! I completely forgot about that!"

"Wait, what thing?" Dean asked.

"It's nothing, but I gotta go. Gabe, get out."

"Your wish is my command." He replied sarcastically, bowing as though Cas were a king. And with that, he decided to go back to bed.

"Cas, what's the thing?" Dean asked.

Cas scrambled to his feet. "Nothing. It's nothing. But I'm gonna be late, so." He started putting his shoes on, tying his laces haphazardly.

"Doesn't seem like nothing."

"Well, it just... it doesn't concern you, okay? It's just a thing."

"How long will it take?"

"Usually about an hour, hour and a half give or take. Why?"

Dean shrugged. "Just curious."

Cas got his shoes tied and looked over at Dean. "Dean... did you... this is gonna sound stupid and pointless, but did you... wrap me in the blanket last night?"

Dean felt the heat rise up to his cheeks, his face reddening slightly. "Y-yeah," He answered sheepishly, looking at everything but Cas. "I... I did. I, um... I didn't want you to get cold."

A small smile lit up Cas's face. He wasn't sure what to say to that. Maybe Dean really did... no. It was nothing. Surely friends did that sort of thing with other friends. Friends.

"Um... I've really gotta go."

"Cas, what time does this thing start?"

"Noon. Why?"

Dean looked at his watch. "It's 10:45."

Cas was a bit surprised. "Really?"

"That's what it says on my watch."

"Huh. Gabe usually wakes me up at like 11:30 just to mess with me. I guess today I've got... extra time."

Dean nodded slightly. "Guess so."

Neither of them were sure what to do. This whole situation was awkward enough without both of them thinking they had feelings for the other, and neither of them even knew about it. Yeah. Awkward.

"So, how do you suggest we kill time?" Cas asked.

Dean shrugged. "I dunno. We could always... talk."

Cas nodded along. "Yeah. What about?"

"Well... we could always follow up on that discussion on TV shows. I don't know many Doctor Who fans." He grinned.

Cas chuckled. "Yeah. Me neither. So... who's your favorite Doctor?" He sat down next to Dean.

"Well, it's always been a difficult decision. I mean, the Eleventh Doctor is pretty cool, I like him. But the Tenth Doctor, I mean, he was like my childhood hero. I was there for his very first line all the way to 'I don't wanna go.' His first and last moments, y'know? After a while, I sorta... took a break, I guess. Then... I got back into it. I really like the Eleventh Doctor, but... I dunno. It's just a difficult decision."

Cas smiled. "Wow. Just when I thought you couldn't get any better."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. What about you?"

"I think my favorite is probably the Fourth Doctor. I mean, he's a classic! He's fun, and he's got that scarf, what's not to love?"

Dean nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he was a blast."

"Favorite companion?"

"Ah, favorite companion. Definitely a toughie. I liked all of them, even Martha. I mean, c'mon, she was neat and everything, but I was still getting over the Rose feels, y'know?"

"Naturally." Cas nodded truthfully.

"But... my favorite? Let me think. There was a lot of them. Rose, Martha, Donna, Amy, Rory, Clara. Too many to choose from. I'm leaning toward either Rose or Clara. What about you?"

"Probably Ace. Maybe Sarah Jane. Or Rose. Then there's Romana. The regenerated version, not the first. I'm kinda glad she regenerated." Cas rambled.

"You're really digging the Classic Doctor Who, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah. I mean, at first I wasn't that hooked, since I started watching the new series first, but after a while, I became more and more... addicted."

Dean grinned. "It's so easy to get obsessed these days. I mean, Doctor Who, Sherlock, even Once Upon A Time."

"Such a good show."

"I know!" Dean agreed. "I mean, they kinda bled the plot twists dry, but still."

"Exactly! You gotta know where to draw the line with the plot twists."

"And that insanely messed up family tree-"

"Don't even get me started!" Cas chuckled.

"I kinda miss Graham."

"Oh, dude, Graham. I nearly cried."

"I know! It was just so obvious that he and Emma were meant for each other!"

"Until Hook came along."

"Oh, god, Captain Swan. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if they ended up being related or something."

"Um, have you seen some of the relatives on this show? I'd be shocked if they weren't related."

"Pretty much. But... either way... you can't not ship it."

"And then there's Neil."

"Oh, Neil! He's just competition! But... I kinda like the idea of Swanfire."

"Yeah. Stupid love triangles."

"Better love story than Twilight."

"Every love story is a better love story than Twilight. Cabin In The Woods could make a better love story than Twilight. Which is a really good movie, actually." Cas grinned.

They both chuckled, happy to have one another to talk to. It was a rare thing, knowing someone that you could talk to for hours. A great, rare thing.

"I'm glad I have someone to talk to." Dean said.

"Me too." Cas agreed.

Dean looked at his watch. "11 am. On the dot. Still have about an hour before that... thing."

"Yep. The thing," Cas nodded awkwardly. "Wanna... watch some YouTube videos?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Uh... Dan and Phil? Tyler Oakley? Connor Franta? Troye Sivan?"

Dean shrugged. "How about Connor? Haven't watched his videos in a while anyway."

Cas got his laptop from his desk and went to YouTube. He typed Connor Franta, and the first video he found was entitled Coming Out. He pressed play, and after the stupid ad, the video started.

"I kid you not, as soon as the camera turned on, my heart immediately started beating really, really hard." Connor began.

"I have a feeling I know what this is." Cas muttered.

"Hey, what's up you guys? So today... I wanna talk to you guys about something. So 2014 has been by far the biggest year for me. I've done a lot of things and gone a lot of places, and you guys know all about that, but... you don't know the biggest thing that's happened to me this year."

"I can take a guess." Cas mumbled.

"So I'm sitting here in front of you with no script, no plan, no fancy editing... and I'm just gonna be really honest. 2014 is truly the year that I have accepted who I am and become happy with that person. So today, I wanna talk to you guys about that and be open and honest and tell you that... I'm gay."

"Dude, I didn't know Connor Franta was gay." Dean muttered.

"This may come as a shock to a lot of you and it may be confusing, so... I'm gonna backtrack a little bit. Growing up, I always knew I was little bit different than everyone else. I always had this feeling I... wasn't the same. But it wasn't until I was twelve years old until I really... had pinpointed what that was. For some reason, that seventh grade year, I had this thought in the back of my head, 'What if I'm gay?' And I immediately was so... terrified."

"Wouldn't anyone be?" Cas tried to make a joke.

"I'm from a small town in the Midwest, that's not a normal thing there. I didn't even know what that word meant, I'd only met a couple gay people my entire life. It was terrifying to me to have to think that I was something I knew nothing about. So I immediately just push it away, try to not think about it. But, as anyone who's gone through this knows, you can't not think about it."

"Ain't that the truth?" Dean commented.

Cas glanced over at him. "What?"

Dean looked at him as well. "What?"

"I was up all night for, I can't even tell you how many nights, just thinking. Like, looking at the ceiling, just thinking about this. And I was so scared of it, that I never told anybody. So, fast forward into high school, I tried to avoid it by dating girls. All I wanted to do was be like everyone else. I would date girls, I would kiss girls, but I would feel... nothing."

They could both relate to Connor. They were both in this situation. Minus the girls of course. They could just make that up.

Cas was especially moved by the video. All he wanted to do was be like everyone else. He didn't want to stand out in the crowd, he'd rather blend in. Why couldn't he just be normal?

Connor went on to say how you shouldn't hide who you really are, and how you should be open and honest about your sexuality. He started talking about how he finally admitted it to himself, and he eventually told his friend after keeping him up until five o'clock in the morning, and more friends, and his parents and siblings, and one by one, he started checking these people off his list. And now, he decided to come out to the internet.

"In just one year, I've honestly felt like I am so happy with who I am. And I'm making this video because I was sick of having to think constantly, about what I was doing, what I was saying, what I was wearing, just... I don't wanna have to think about everything I do."

Cas knew he had to tell someone. But... who could he tell? It was impossible. Absolutely impossible.

Then again... he did have that thing.

Soon, the video ended, and it was just slightly awkward. They both sat there awhile, until Cas finally spoke up.

"How bout Marcus Butler? Never watched him before."

"Yeah. Yeah, Marcus Butler. Let's do it."

First, they watched him collab with Tyler Oakley. They were singing with helium balloons, and there were tons of laughs with that. Then they watched him look through his childhood art, including a strange book about a witch and what might have been a magician. Then they watched him look through his baby book, which was full of his experiences as a baby and a child.

They were watching videos until 11:35. Cas decided he should probably be on his way to... the thing.

"Dean, I should go. I don't want to be late."

Dean sighed. "Do you have to go to that thing?"

Cas got up and put on his red jacket. "I do if I don't wanna be late. I've been late too many times the last few weeks."

"Can I go with you?"

Cas was quick to answer that one. "No! Er... no. Just... it's just a private little get together. Nothing of importance to you, I'm sure."

"How do you know that?"

Cas shrugged. "Just a hunch."

"At least let me drive you there."

He sighed. "Dean-"

"I insist. Let me give you a lift."

He sighed again, knowing that Dean would never give up. Cas thought his persistence was kinda cute. "Fine. I'm not that good a driver anyway."

Cas walked out of his room, Dean following suit. They walked down the hallway, and when Cas reached the living room, he realized Jo was awake.

"Jo!" He yelped, shoving Dean backward. He didn't want her to know that Dean was here.

She looked up at him from the couch, where she seemed to be watching a movie. "Morning, Cas. Going somewhere?"

"I was, actually. It's... it's Sunday. Remember?"

"Oh. I forgot about that. So you're going to-"

"Yeah!" He cut her off. "Yep. That's where I'm going!" He chuckled nervously.

Jo narrowed her gaze suspiciously. "Are you okay? You're acting weird."

Cas laughed uncomfortably. "What? I'm fine! Just fine! I just... I gotta go, y'know?"

Jo nodded along. "Alright. I'm gonna make a quick call to Charlie. I'll see you later then?"

"Yeah. Yep. Later."

Jo left the room so she could make a call to her girlfriend, and Cas tried to rush Dean out the door. He grabbed him by the shoulder and ushered him outside, quickly closing the door behind him.

"Whew!" Cas chuckled uneasily. "That was close!"

"Yep. We taking your car or mine?"

Cas shrugged. "Whichever you prefer."

"Alright. We can take mine, I guess."

They got into Dean's car, and they began their drive. Cas gave Dean directions to... the thing, and they got there in about twenty minutes. Right on time.

It was a small building, very quaint. Dean pulled into a parking space which was close to the front door.

"Should be starting in about five minutes." Cas thought out loud.

"Can I please go in with you?" Dean begged.

"No. I'm sorry, but... this is kinda... personal for me."

Dean nodded in understanding, but still seemed hurt. "Right. Whatever."

"Just please wait out here for me, okay?"

Dean sighed. "Always."

Cas got out of the car, walking into the building. There everyone was. About five other people, sitting in chairs set up in a circle, and there was one empty seat left next to Ash on the far left.

Chuck saw him and smiled, waving him over. "Come on in, Cas! Right on time!" Chuck was the one who ran the little get together.

Cas sat down next to Ash, who was a bit... twitchy. As always. Then there was Pamela, Garth, and Cole. They were all here for numerous reasons. Ash was here because of his drinking problem. Three months sober, and it was driving him nuts. Pamela was here because she was kind of a sex addict. She couldn't get enough of it, so she sought out help, after much encouragement from friends, family, and a domestic court judge. Garth because... well, he had a lot of issues. Mostly social anxiety. He thought that he could better himself here. Cole because of his serious anger issues. He had a lot of rage that he couldn't deal with properly. And Cas... because he was clinically depressed.

He'd never been the happiest person. Sure, he could share a few laughs with his friends, but... inside, he was... a darkened soul. Darkened by his thoughts, darkened by the actions of others, darkened by all he's experienced. Especially when he started... questioning himself.

So he began therapy with Chuck Shurley. He thought it would help.

"Hello again, everyone," Chuck began with a warm smile. "So, how's everyone's week been?"

Pamela smirked. "I had sex last night."

Chuck sighed. "With who, Pamela?"

She shrugged. "Hell if I know. I like to call him Mr. Big-"

"Okay!" Chuck interrupted. "Anyone else? Please?"

Cole began to speak. "Um... instead of punching someone's face, like I wanted to, I... I punched... a - a wall. But... I pictured the guy's face on the wall. The guy's stupid face!"

Chuck nodded. "Uh huh. That's... interesting. Good way of venting your anger, Cole. Very... good."

"Hell yeah, I vented my anger!" Cole exclaimed.

Cas decided to speak. "Um... there's something that's been on my mind for a long time, and I think I should... be open about it now."

"Of course, Cas."

Cas swallowed his anxiety, and finally started to talk about it. "For the longest time, I've thought... I was very different. And... about a year and a half ago, I discovered what that was," He took a breath, gathering up his courage. "I'm gay."

There. Out in the open. Loud and clear.

Chuck nodded. "Okay. Castiel, homosexuality is nothing to be ashamed of. There are many young men in your situation, you're not the only one going through this."

"Sometimes it feels that way. Especially now that... I've met someone."

"A - a boy, I presume?"

"Yeah. I... at first, I thought maybe... we connected. But now... I'm starting to feel like... it was just me. And I just wanted to bring this up, because, as a good person once said, 'I don't wanna have to think about everything I do'."

He didn't want to think about... Hannah. That was far too complex. He could save that story for another day.

Ash raised his hand a little bit. "Um... I - I have... something to-" He quickly looked over his right shoulder, then looked back at Chuck. "To say. Um... last night... I - I found a... a liquor store. And... this time... I didn't drink it."

"Very good, Ash," Chuck praised. He knew how difficult it was for Ash these days, as did everyone else. "Good for you. I'm sure it was very tempting to drink that alcohol, but you didn't."

Ash nodded quickly. "Uh huh. Right. Tempting. Chuck, why have I been sober for twelve years?"

"Um, Ash, it's been three months."

Ash narrowed his gaze at him. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Very sure, Ash. Three months."

"It felt like twelve years." He whispered more in direction to himself rather than Chuck.

Chuck looked to Garth. "Garth? Anything you'd like to add?"

Garth had an expression like a lost puppy. He quickly shook his head, sinking in his seat a little bit. His anxiety most likely stemmed from Bessie, his late wife. She died of an inoperable brain tumor, and ever since then, Garth couldn't cope with the idea of human contact. Nobody was sure why; he wouldn't speak a word to anyone. He hasn't said a thing since she passed.

While everyone else started talking over one another, Cas just started thinking. About himself. About Dean. About Hannah. About everything. Before he could confirm his sexuality, he decided he should talk to Hannah first, see if he really was infatuated. They had one class together; chemistry. A bit ironic when you think about it.

After about an hour and a half or so, everyone was dismissed. Cas was eager to leave so he could spend more time with Dean. Maybe spending more time with this boy would help him out of the bi territory, and into a more "specific" category.

He left the building and went to Dean's car, where Dean had dozed off waiting for him. Cas got in the passenger seat, the sound of the door closing awakening Dean from his slumber.

He jerked awake and mumbled, "Kiss me." Most likely having to do with a dream he was having.

Cas scrunched his eyebrows together. "What?"

Dean looked over at him. "What?"

Cas just shrugged it off, it probably wasn't important anyway. "Well, the thing's over. Let's go."

Dean grinned. "I wanna show you something."

"What is it?"

Dean started the car. "Let me take you there."

They drove for a while, until they finally arrived at some old car repair place. There were tons of rusty old cars sitting around, ancient and useless. Dean parked his car and eagerly got out, walking into the small garage where cars must've gotten fixed up at.

"Dean, where are we?" Cas called, following him inside.

There was a man inside the garage, fixing up an old black Chevy. He saw Dean and grinned.

"Dean," He had a southern drawl. "I've been wonderin' where you've been, ya idjit."

"Hey, Bobby. So, is she almost ready?"

"Almost. Just a couple of bits and pieces need fixin' up, then she's ready to go."

"Awesome. Bobby, this is Cas," He gestured to Cas. "Cas, meet Bobby."

"Nice to meet you." Cas greeted.

"Nice to meet you too." Bobby replied.

"You're Jo's stepfather, right?"

"Yeah. You know her?"

"I do, indeed. I'm the one she usually turns to when you and Ellen are at each other's throats."

"Okay, Cas," Dean attempted to avoid anything from getting ugly. "Now that you've met Bobby, I'd like you to meet my future car. 1967 Chevrolet Impala. She's a beauty, ain't she?" Dean practically glowed with pride as he gazed upon his vehicle.

"She is, indeed." Cas concurred.

"I'm just itching to take her out for a test drive, but Bobby here won't let me."

"I'm still fixing her brakes, boy," Bobby jumped in. "So unless you wanna end up in the paper in the obituaries section-"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. I just can't wait."

"Well, you're gonna have to. Need to fix the brakes, switch out the battery, replace the spark plug, and some of these wires are just shot to hell."

"But, y'know, other than that?" Dean commented sarcastically.

Cas smiled a little at Dean's sarcastic bantering. He was fun to be around, that much was certain.

"Can we at least sit in the car?" Dean asked. "I'm sure those seats need to be tested."

"Fine. You can sit in the car."

"Shotgun!" Cas called almost instinctively, getting in the passenger seat.

Dean got in the driver seat, a smile growing on his face. "Wow. Beautiful. This interior... just... wow."

"I know. It feels... great."

"Couldn't you just sit in this car forever?"

"It does feel nice."

"I hope Bobby can fix her up soon. I wanna take her out for a spin."

"I'm sure he'll be done before you know it."

"Hopefully by the end of the day. I'd love to drive this baby to school tomorrow."

Cas nodded, staring at Dean, who had a smile on his face. "Yeah. That'd be nice." Dean seemed to make him forget he was depressed. He was so much happier around the boy. He wanted to spend every second of every day loyally by his side. He... kinda loved him.