Dean and Cas just sat side by side in the attic for a long time, never speaking a word, until Dean spoke up.
"What time is it?" He asked quietly. Cas looked at his watch.
"2:45." He answered.
"What class do you have right now?"
"Creative writing, I think." Dean scoffed.
"You don't need a creative writing class. You're already perfect at it." Cas chuckled.
"I'm nothing special." Dean looked at him.
"Liar." They both smiled lightly.
"Dean, I'm not sure I understand what's happening here." Dean chuckled.
"You are not alone. Trust me, you're not."
"I especially don't understand what it is you see in me. I'm invisible."
"Then how do I see such a beautiful person?" Dean put his arm around Cas's shoulders.
"You're crazy."
"About you, I am."
"You say these things, but they're only words."
"So you want more than words, do you?" Cas smiled.
"That would be nice, I suppose." Dean had a goofy smile on his face.
"Uh huh. Like what? Anything in particular that you expect?"
"Hmm, just a lot of this." Cas leaned in and pressed his lips against Dean's. Cas knew they were going a bit fast. They didn't know a thing about each other, and they were already making out. They soon stopped to look at each other. After a moment of silence, they heard the sound of someone pulling the string down to get in the attic. They looked and saw a man staring at them.
"Hey, Bobby." Dean greeted, clearing his throat.
"Dean. Who's this?"
"Cas. He's new." Cas waved shyly. Bobby nodded once.
"Uh huh. Should I leave you two...alone, then?"
"Uh, yeah, thanks Bobby." He headed back down to give them some privacy.
"Was that the janitor?" Cas asked.
"Yeah. Bobby Singer, we're...pretty close, you might say. He's been there for me a lot. Especially when...especially when my dad died." Dean's voice broke a little near the end.
"I'm sorry. What about your mom?"
"Nope. She, uh...when I was four. She was at work when the place caught on fire. She died on the way to the hospital." His voice was barely above a whisper. Cas looked at him in shock. Behind the hard, sarcastic exterior, there was a kind, soft, vulnerable inside, and Cas managed to unlock it. He brushed a kiss against Dean's cheek. He held his hand, their fingers intertwined.
"Do you have anyone at home?"
"My little brother, Sam. Other than him, no."
"Perhaps I could come and visit." Dean looked at him with a small spark of hope shimmering in his eyes.
"I'd love that." They both smiled. They stayed up there until the bell rang, where they just talked for a while. They became so much closer, and things finally began to look up for Castiel.