Thank you all for the lovely reception for last chapter! It means a lot. This chapter is a two-part, and ends a bit abruptly.

The next morning passed uneventfully, the only real moment being Gabriel's upset crying at 3 o' clock in the morning regarding his favorite show Dr. Sexy MD, was playing on his laptop. And apparently some drama happened and so and so died and blah blah blah. Sure Castiel understood the attachments that people grew towards fictional characters and the like, but it didn't make it any less annoying waking up so early.

Classes were mundane in the least. Not really knowing what he should do for his major, Castiel had picked a bit of everything to dip his feet in the water, so to speak. So far he prefered English and Creative Writing courses, he really enjoyed to making up his own things, where he was in complete control of it all. His professor had already given him several compliments on his work, and it was only the beginning of October. Everything so far was easy sailing, only three and a half more years of this and it'd be perfect.

The remaining half of his tattoo currently was healing well, only interrupted by Gabriel being ever so eager to pull of the cover. It took fifteen minutes of swatting his hand back to finally give it a rest. Castiel's skin itched the whole time, feeling as if it wasn't even his skin, just something alien. Today would have been an average, mind-numbing day if it wasn't for the fact that he'd be seeing Dean again.

Just the thought of the punk brought a warm feeling in Castiel's heart and a meek smile onto his face. Walking his usual route to the parlor, he didn't waste any time, almost picking up his pace a bit more. The sooner the better.

Hearing the familiar chime of the bell signaling his arrival, the feeling of home rushed through his mind. The Bunker was already becoming his favorite place on campus, with its worn-down look and coziness.

"Hey, Cas." a voice in the back said, filled with charm. It sent a small chill down Castiel's spine, which was contrasting with the rich and honey-sweet sound of Dean's voice. Popping out from a small alcove in the corner, the tattoo artist appeared, stopping about a foot or so away from him.

Castiel smiled even wider, "Hello, Dean." He felt a small twang of embarrassment, hearing his rough and gravely tone and thinking it sounded awful.

Yesterday Dean's hair was a bright blue, but now it was a radioactive green, it really seemed to be glowing. How he seemed to do a perfect dye job in a day was beyond Castiel's knowledge. It was also now a variation of the mohawk that he had the previous day too, now less...frayed out and more flat on top. If that made any sense. Castiel didn't really know what else to call it...maybe a tall flat top?

Either way he loved it.

But his curiosity got the better of him, and he tilted his head, "Can I ask why your hair is so different from yesterday?"

Dean seemed a drawn back by the question, laughing nervously, hand rubbing the back of his neck, "I just like to keep it something new everyday, you know? Keep each day fresh. My little brother Sam actually helped me with this one." When he said the name 'Sam' his voice sparked with a sense of pride.

"You have a brother?"

Dean smiled at the question, pearl-white teeth shining along with his lip ring, "Yeah, he's in high school right now. Sophomore. Growing like a weed if you ask me, won't be long before he's taller than me. Almost is already. What about you?"

Castiel cringed a bit at the thought of Gabriel, still not too pleased with him from the problem last night, "Gabriel. I share a dorm room with him. He's a sufficient living partner, but otherwise I wouldn't spend free time in his presence."

Dean's smile grew before giving a full belly-laugh. Castiel squinted his eyes behind his glasses, not completely understanding the humor behind it.

"Sounds fun. Sammy is actually staying here with me for the week at my place. I promised him a trip with me here from home. Don't know why he'd want to be here with me anyways. There isn't much for a sixteen year old at a college. Maybe he's just got a thing for older guys, beats me."

Castiel nodded, "Shall we get started?" He pulled off his shirt and sat on the table, just like yesterday, and hunched his back over, hoping that he kept his half-finished tattoo as clean as he could last night.

The buzz of the needle made itself Dean's confirmation, and once it pressed itself against Castiel's back once more, it didn't burn or sting as much. The pressure was almost comforting, it would have been unsettling if it felt light as a feather before. Feeling the inked needle glide across his flesh, Castiel relaxed and focused on the leather jacket slung over a chair just like before.

About an hour of solid silence, the door chimed again. The sound from the needle stopped, and both men looked up to see who it was.

Easily six feet and growing, who ever it was stood just stood there, head a foot or more from the ceiling. Looking closer, Castiel could see a mop of floppy chestnut hair paired with bright hazel eyes, a slightly angular face, and a small silver lip ring just like Dean's on the bottom left corner of his mouth, sticking out vibrantly compared to his attire. Carrying a medium book bag, he wore a long-sleeved heather gray shirt with a pair of dark jeans, shifting his tennis shoes across the tiles.

Dean's voice broke through, a tad rough from disuse, "Hey, Sammy. Bit busy here."

Castiel could feel them both smile, So this must be Sam Winchester.

"Oh...sorry. Didn't think anyone would be here," Sam's voice had the same small accent that Dean had. While they didn't entirely look similar, Castiel had no doubt that they were siblings. Besides, Dean had told him earlier.

Putting on a teasing tone, Dean retorted, "So you're saying that no one would come here?"

"With that attitude, maybe not."

Dean snorted, "Nice one...bitch. This here's Cas...you can sit up, you know. Sasquatch might keep me from finishing." Sam froze and turned his lips into a half-frown half-smirk, "Really?"

I honestly couldn't help giving Sam a lip ring. I just looked at a bunch of gifs from adorable season one Sammy on Tumblr while I was thinking and I really just couldn't help it. I'm sorry.