A/N: Hey everyone, okay so this fic includes brotherly love, and a little bit of bullying. Also this fic has been irritating me lately because i can't seem to get things to go my way and I'm feeling like its going a bit downhill no matter what i can do. I'm going to try to finish it or get to where they actually get together. I do actually have a entire plot planned out, so we will see how the rest of the chapters go. Never the less, thank you everyone who actually reads this and suffers through some of my awful grammar, i do hope to find the motivation to continue this. Thank you so much again c:
Castiel was tired. His dreams kept him up all night for the past week. Dean had noticed during the last tutoring session, as he was reading or thought he was reading a new assignment when Dean had been doing his math homework.
"Dude, are you okay?"
Castiel nodded and then returned to his book, but someone was shaking his arm violently the next minute.
"Cas, have you gotten any sleep?"
"Yes Dean of coarse was it necessary to shake me so violently?"
Dean's lips quirked up into a smile and shook his head. "You feel asleep on that big ass book of yours, for a good half an hour too."
Castiel automatically sat up and looked around the room for the clock.
"Dean I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"
Dean lifted up his hand, "It's no problem man I totally understand. How about we cut it early and you could get some rest?"
"I'm usually not this tired, I think I may be getting Ill."
Castiel thought he didn't hear, but Dean murmured something under his breath "Ever since you healed me."
Castiel stood up straight and looked down menacing "Dean, we both know that had to be a coincidence stop trying to bring it up. There are no such things as magic, or powers or this 'mojo'" Dean nodded then exhaled a large long breath.
"You would be surprised."
Castiel ignored his cryptic message.
Dean walked out of the library to see Crowley leaning on a pillar of the school looking at him with interest.
Dean muttered 'fuck' under his breath, and turned to Crowley with a fake smile.
"Dean-o what could you possibly be doing at the library hmm?" Crowley's accent filled with sarcasm and mockery.
"Studying, you know gotta keep my grades up for sports."
"Dean Winchester, actually studying wow." He whistled and shifted his feet so he was more eye level with Dean.
"You see Dean, a friend of mine was at the roadhouse the other night to see a drunk quarterback throwing up in the alley next to it, and he said the strangest thing as well." Crowley lifted up his eyebrow and Dean was getting more furious with every word the asshole spoke to him.
"This friend of mine saw the fag, come to you as if he was a knight in shinning armor."
Crowley sneered as he saw Dean's expression darken.
"Fuck off."
Crowley stepped a foot closer to Dean.
"Ah, wouldn't want that now would we Dean-o? You see I've already pestered the poor faggot enough this year, but you oh Dean I have yet to discover your weakness."
Dean pushed Crowley out of his way and walked down the stairs to get to his car.
"You're sick and insane."
Crowley laughed darkly and walked into the building leaving Goosebumps scattering on every freckle Dean had.
Crowley was starting to creep Dean the fuck out. He noticed him lingering longer when walking in the halls. Always smirking when Dean got his attention. He was hardly bearable before, now it was fricken' awful.
Dean shuddered when going into his car, thinking of the day Crowley beat the shit out of Cas, or well technically the other way around. He never did talk to him about it. Now that they were…Semi-friends he should probably bring it up soon.
The road ahead of him was home, it didn't matter what house he was in, he felt relaxed as he drove home, the yellow lines hypnotizing him as he listened to 'No one like you' by The Scorpions. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel singing loud to certain parts of the song. He was at peace with the world for several moments then.
His dad wasn't going to come home in a drunk mumbling mess, much like he did a couple of nights ago. Sam would be in a better mood, Dean's grades where slowly but surely rising, and he didn't necessary want to think about gaining a friend along the way, but it happened to slip into his mind.
Dean pulled the Impala up in the driveway and walked into the kitchen, seeing Sam with two textbooks filling up the counter.
"Heya Dean." Sam said not looking up from his study materials.
"Sup Sammy?"
"Studying."
Dean looked over Sam's shoulder to see him texting under his book. Dean smirked.
"Who's the lucky gal?"
Sam looked incredibly embarrassed for a split second then pushed Dean away.
"None of your business that's who."
Dean stood taller then Sam and grabbed the phone from his hands lifting his arm high in the air making the phone unattainable.
"Deaaaaaan give it back!" Sam whined as he attempted to shove his way to get back to his text.
"Jess huh? She seems pretty into you I should just message her back asking her to go out."
Sam was near pleading and Dean was typing furiously on the small key bored and then calmly handed his brother the phone.
"Dean…did you just?"
"Ask her out because you don't obviously have the balls to? Yes. You are very welcome."
Sam's eyes became big as saucers as he stared at the phone.
"You asshole."
"Now Sam, we need to talk about you language-"
Sam's phone vibrated on the table and both the boys stopped talking to stare at it. Dean smirked and raised his eyebrows.
"You gonna answer that?"
Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his hair and picked up his phone opening it to see the incoming text.
Dean started to open the fridge when Sam read the message and was boiling pasta for him and Sam to eat for dinner. Sam was strangely silent and Dean looked up from the stove to see him staring slightly wide-eyed and excited at the phone close to his face.
"Your welcome Sammy."
"Jerk." Sam softly spoke under his breath.
As Dean poured the pasta into the pot he punched Sam's shoulder "Bitch."
Sam kept looking at his phone for the rest of the night and smiling, this made Dean relieved he actually texted Sam's little crush to see him that way. The two brothers were eating on the kitchen table.
Dean was shoveling in the last of his pasta when he was finishing up his math homework; Sam looked over and watched Dean quickly scribble down number after number.
"Castiel's your tutor right?"
Dean looked up from his homework and stared at Sam for a few moments.
"Yeah."
"He's cool I like him."
Dean just made a noise that sounded like an affirmation.
"What were you doing spending the night as his house the other weekend?"
Dean began to choke on the current piece of pasta he was eating and was coughing continuously.
"Dude whatever you think I was-" Dean began to think for a moment he looked at Sam's face, which was nearly glowing with the pride he felt at the time. Sam's face was getting smugger the more Dean hesitated.
"I'm not gay dude, I was having a issue with uh I was uh sick."
Sam's face fell and looked down at the ground, "It was because of dad wasn't it?"
"Sam don't worry about me man its nothing the worry about were much better now, eh?"
They sat there in silence for a couple of seconds until the snark in Sam's voice became evident.
"You blushed."
Dean never whipped his head faster then he did just now.
"I totally did not!"
Sam smirked and shut all of his school books and tossed the bowl of pasta in the sink "He's your type." and Sam.
Dean felt the heat bloom to his cheeks, goddamn his fucking blushing. He threw a clump of pasta at Sam's head which promptly landed in his hair and Sam sat there speechless then chucked some cheese Deans way and soon enough they were both covered in dinner and both of them were gross and smelled faintly of an Italian restaurant.
The doorbell rang, and both Dean and Sam looked at themselves and laughed at the state they were in.
"Doors open!" Dean yelled as he started to pick up the food that wasn't sticking to their bodies.
Castiel looked awful when he walked through the Winchester's door. His hair was on ends and his eyes were a dull light blue when usually his eyes was the most prominent feature of his face.
"Cas, are you okay?" Sam spoke up first.
"No Sam, something has happened with my brother and I'm getting highly worried, Sam your friend and my brother Gabriel has run away for some reason. I can't find him anywhere, I'm sorry to intrude on- Dean do you have sauce coating your head?" Dean blushed and rubbed his hand against his neck.
"Yeah uh, never mind that why do you think Gabe ran away I mean man your home life can't be that bad."
Castiel tiredly rubbed against his eyes and leaned against the counter, a very not-Cas thing to do and it got Dean wondering how long the kid had been up.
"Gabriel had been acting weird the past few weeks, questioning our uncle's motives for us. Zachariah had talked to him alone two days ago and he was so distant yesterday I couldn't believe that he was my brother still. Then today he didn't come home, I can't stay here long because Anna would be able to eventually find me- Just please look out for him. Okay?"
Dean nodded and looked at Cas really looked. He felt bad; he knew when people couldn't sleep. He'd seen the look on his face when his mom had passed away, and when his dad got a little too angry after he scolded him for his drinking habits.
"Dude, you look fucking awful did you get any rest?"
Castiel looked sheepishly at the floor. "No."
"Why would Anna be mad if she caught you here man?"
"She doesn't like you Dean, and she says that you can easily hurt me. Of coarse I don't believe her because you are a wonderful person but I don't want to suffer through her anger."
"She was a fiery redhead"
"You need to sleep man, why don't you just crash on our couch and we can cover for you if Anna comes around."
Castiel looked so nervous and looked between the couch and the door. By the way he was shifting from side to side he really needed some sleep. Between what ever was bothering him, and his brother problem he needed to separate himself from it.
"I guess that will be sufficient enough."
Dean's lips curled up into a small smile and grabbed for a blanket that was hanging on the stairs.
"Get some shut eye, we can ask some people about your brother man."
Castiel was only halfway to the couch before he fell blissfully in deep sleep, not one dream intruding into his mind.
Dean began to stare from across the room at the sleeping boy on his couch.
Where the fuck would he even begin to look for a kid who obviously didn't want to be found?