Dean had been attending Lawrence High School for some time now and he'd always been known as the school player. Someone everyone wanted and the guy who'd been with multiple girls - sometimes more than one at once (but that was the rumors). No one really knew much about Dean, just that he had a hard exterior - but when he wanted something, he got it.

It was no shock that when a new transfer student came to their school in his senior year that he wanted the guy. Yes, Dean went for men too. Everyone knew and no one ever dared to say anything. Especially when it came to his brother, Sam. The two were a package deal. If someone wanted to be with Sam, they had to get by Dean. If someone slept with Dean, they had to make sure they never spoke about his brother.

There was one guy at their school who had learned his lesson from ever saying anything about Sammy Winchester. His name was Alastair. He was the school's biggest bully at one point and he'd made a pass at Dean sexually. Of course, Dean went along with it. Until Alastair left some nasty scars on him from their sexual encounter and told him he was going to do the same to Sam.

Dean, not knowing what else to do, had kicked the crap out of Alastair. He had jumped him when the guy least expected it. Alastair stopped bugging him after that and Sam never found out why Dean did it. But he had nearly been charged... until Dean showed the scars and said that Alastair had caused them.

In short, it had been a messy situation and Alastair had gotten off almost free and Dean had to go to anger management. He still attended, but no one knew. Dean had been asked if he wanted Alastair to go to a different school, but as far as he was concerned, Alastair needed to stay. That way he could keep an eye on the idiot. It wasn't like his parents were going to remove him from the school - his parents were idiots and didn't really pay attention to the poor bastard anyway.

But the guy? Dean couldn't take his eyes off the boy who dressed in jeans that looked new. His hair was a bit messy and his shirts were always tucked in. He looked fancy and clean. His eyes were a ridiculous bright blue colour and it drew him in. He stood at his locker, watching the other boy with an open mind. And then the boy shut his locker door and disappeared down the hall.

A smirk fluttered across Dean's face and he nodded to himself, closing his own locker door. That boy would be his next mission. He turned and head towards his class, wondering about the new guy. He truly knew pretty much everyone at the school - it was no secret who he was either. And when he entered his English classroom, he felt pretty damn grand when the girls looked at him.

Dean didn't notice though. His eyes fell upon the pristine looking boy he'd noticed before. He was sitting at the front of the room - Dean's seat was in the middle of the room. He walked by, eying him as he sat down. The other boy didn't notice. He bit his bottom lip a bit, taking his seat as he set his bag down. He wanted to know his name. Wanted to get to know the boy who had his attention.

The whole class, Dean had stared at Castiel. He hadn't listened to a word their teacher spoke. No - and how could he? There was a gorgeous looking boy in his midst and he wanted to get to know him on a more personal level. Sure, maybe that made him a bit of a slut, but he didn't objectify himself to any names.

Dean had passed a note to one the girl's in his class - a girl who he had become good friends with on the basis she wouldn't sleep with him. He had tried making a pass at her and she had sacked him. Joanna Harvelle. Jo, for short. She was a real firecracker and had become quite the friend to him. He just didn't like when she sacked him. Yeah, she'd done so more than once for his actions.

Either way, he had figured out that his name was Castiel Novak. He'd transferred in from out of state and he was living with his aunt. How Jo already knew this he had no idea. The girl was like his brother sometimes and it was freaky. He glanced to Castiel though, his eyes never leaving the back of the guy's head. Dean was considering going up and talking to him when the bell rang.

But when the bell rang and he got to his feet, he looked to where Castiel had been sitting and he was gone. Dean frowned a bit and he heard a laugh come from beside him, "Oh, Dean. When are you going to learn?" of course Jo was mocking him, "Not everyone is a play thing," she teased, reaching over to poke at his cheek. He rolled his eyes, whacking her hand away from his face.

Jo laughed and headed out the room, Dean following her. He could feel a couple pairs of eyes on him - but this was normal for him. He was a celebrity around the school and he had made himself that way. He kept himself calm as he headed down the hall, "Do you know what class he's got next?" he asked Jo.

Jo elbowed him suddenly, causing him to grunt, "Not everyone who is new around here wants to sleep with you. I should warn his pretty little ass about you," she teased, grinning to him.

Dean rolled his eyes again, rubbing his side, "Was that necessary?" he asked. When Jo opened her mouth to reply, he clamped his hand over it and shook his head, "Rhetorical question, sweetheart," and then he pulled his hand away when she licked it, "Ugh, Jo!" he wiped his hand off on her shirt and the both of them laughed a bit.

"Yes, it was necessary," she teased when they both regained composure. Dean smirked, pushing at her head, "Hey! Just because I'm shorter than you by a lot doesn't mean you push me around," she smirked as well, "Also, he's got math."

"How the hell do you know these things?"

Jo stopped, crossing her arms to look at him, "I do this little thing you may not have heard of," she started, grinning cheek-to-cheek, "It's called 'Making Conversation'."

Dean sighed and walked ahead of her, heading towards his nice class, "Nice talking to you too, Jo!" he said as he headed towards the change rooms for gym. His favourite class of the day - and he really loved that it was right before lunch. Gave him time to shower after the class was over. But even as he changed and got into the gym, doing his warm ups, he couldn't get the damn new guy out of his head.

And when lunch came, he was still stuck on the same train of thought. He wrapped a towel around his waist and returned to the change room, drying himself off. He huffed a bit, opening his bag and grabbed his clothes out of it... he narrowed his eyes when he pulled out a shirt that didn't belong to him. He glanced behind him and then in front of him. It was only him in the shower right now - he always took the longest on purpose because of the scars he bore.

People had seen the marks and heard of the marks Alastair had left on him, but Dean tried to ignore it and just took really hot showers. Really hot showers equaled lots of steam, which equaled him not having to worry too much about the guys staring. It was the only thing he was really self-conscious about.

Dean pulled out the bright blue shirt with a teddy bear on the front that said 'I Wuv Hugs' and groaned, "Gabriel..." he muttered out, pulling on his clothes. At least he had his plaid shirt with him - so he was good. Dean pulled the long-sleeved plaid shirt on instead and buried the blue shirt. He was going to kill Gabriel. He was always pulling little stunts like this on him - Gabe just forgot he was always prepared.

Dean made his way to the cafeteria, finding Jo and Sam already at their usual table. He smiled as he came over and sat on the table instead of a chair. Sam looked to him and shook his head, "Think you could use a chair, Dean? People eat on these."

Dean reached over and ruffled his brother's hair, "Ah, don't worry about it, Sammy. I don't have my feet on the table, so all is right in the world," he chuckled, looking to Jo, "Did you make anymore 'conversation' yet?" Dean asked, grinning.

Jo sighed, "Why am I not surprised you're asking more about him?"

Sam looked to Jo and blinked, "Another one?" he said, glancing to Dean, then back to Jo, "What poor sucker is he going after now?" and as if right on time, Castiel entered the cafeteria.

"Right there," Jo said, watching as Dean looked to him and stared. Dean couldn't pry his eyes away as he watched the nicely dressed Castiel go in line for food. Dean never ate cafeteria food - but he was willing to make an exception.

"Be right back, guys," he said, hopping to his feet and heading over to the line. Sam and Jo both shook their heads, chuckling. Things would never change with him it seemed - but Dean didn't care as he hopped in line, beating a girl there by just a second. He looked to Castiel standing awkwardly in line, his body straight, posture well composed. He seemed so different - it was intriguing.

Dean cleared his throat, tapping Castiel on the shoulder as he said, "Someone's new to this school," he said with a smile.

Castiel glanced to the shoulder that Dean had just tapped and then looked to him, giving him an odd smile and nodding somewhat, "Sure," he said, looking back ahead. He had heard of Dean already and had heard about what he did around the school. It wasn't exactly his type of thing and he sure as heck wasn't interested.

Dean was caught off guard by Castiel's cold shoulder and raised an eyebrow, "Name's Dean Winchester," he said, trying to 'make conversation' with the guy.

"I know, I've heard of you," Castiel said without turning back to face Dean. He didn't really need the hassle of someone trying to play him. He'd gone through enough with his ex back home. And he'd been through enough after his parents died. The last thing he wanted was some guy who thought he was king shit to try and get inside his pants. And that was exactly what Dean was doing.

Dean shifted awkwardly in line, a bit confused, "Isn't this where you introduce yourself in response, then?" he asked, curious to what Castiel had heard about him. Though, it couldn't have been anything good if he was giving him the cold shoulder so soon. But that made him a challenge - and Dean liked that.

Castiel sighed and turned around to face him, "You're Dean Winchester, the man with a very interesting reputation, correct?" Castiel said, a straight expression on his face, "You like to sleep around with people in the school because you clearly have some issues you are trying to face and instead of acknowledging what is actually wrong with you, you treat everyone like a challenge."

Jo watched as the cafeteria fell silent to Castiel's words, watching the both of them. Sam's eyes were on Dean. He'd never witnessed his brother getting told off - and this was definitely interesting to see. What was even more interesting was how awkward Dean looked, "Let me just set you straight before you go ahead thinking I'm going to be one of your latest conquests."

Dean went to say something, but Castiel put a finger to his lips, "I'm not done talking," he said, not willing to put up with any bull shit, "My name is Castiel Novak and I will not find any delight with sleeping with the school man-whore. I would much rather screw the keyhole to this cafeteria," he said, pulling his finger from Dean's lips as he turned around, "Pleasure to meet you, Dean."

Dean stood there, confounded. When he looked behind him, everyone was looking at him. He swallowed harshly, looking to Castiel. No one had ever lashed at him like that. Castiel didn't even know him! He wasn't just sleeping around to forget shit. That had nothing to do with it! Did it? He slipped out of the line and stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving Jo and Sam behind with a shocked expression on their faces, "Someone was bound to do it," she said, sighing.

Over the next week after the cafeteria sham, Dean found himself getting looked down on by people. Girls weren't interested in him like before, and now Castiel was getting attention. The guy didn't even want it, Dean could tell. He found himself glaring at the guy's back constantly in English class and he wanted nothing more than to kick his face in for how he'd spoken to him. But he knew he deserved it. The funny thing to Dean was that he wanted Castiel more after what happened.

Dean scratched at the back of his neck when he felt something hit him and he narrowed his eyes to the squishy feeling. He pulled his hand out from behind his neck and found a spit ball there. He sighed, flicking it onto the ground, "Mr. Winchester," he looked up when he realized the teacher was talking to him, "Is there any particular reason why you are throwing spit balls on the ground?"

Shit, "No! That wasn't m-"

"I'm sure it wasn't, Mr. Winchester," Dean hated being called that. It was so damn pretentious. He noticed Castiel glance back at him and Jo was snickering, "We can discuss today during lunch, how does that sound?"

"Like a damn date," Dean said, sulking into his chair.

The teacher looked at him, "Oh, is that so?" he asked him, crossing his arms.

Dean mimicked the teacher's posture and nodded, "I'll see you then," he said, saluting him as the bell rang, springing him free. He grabbed his stuff and tossed it into his bag, eyes on Castiel as he left. This was all his fault. Things had not been like this before he came. Jesus, he'd only been here for a couple weeks and look at how his week was already going. Now he had detention during lunch hour? Yeah, that would go over well with his football coach. Wednesday's were always practice days during the lunch hour. And now he had detention, "Shit," he muttered out.

When gym came, already had things planned out for Gabriel. He had his plan hidden inside his bag. He made sure to arrive five minutes late. He didn't care anyway - the guys had become assholes to him in gym. And it was all because of Castiel. He pulled on his shorts and did a quick check of the lockers. Everyone was gone. He smirked to himself and went to his bag, grabbing it and lugging it over to Gabriel's stuff. He unzipped his bag, finding his clothes in there.

"If he wants to play dirty, I can do that too," Dean muttered out, grabbed the three eggs he'd brought with him to school and cracked them open over Gabriel's clothes. What he was doing was nothing compared to the pasta sauce incident. Gabriel had been known to be a bit of a trickster. He'd somehow rigged Dean's locker so that when he opened it up, pasta sauce flung out at him. He'd changed his lock on his locker three times now. It still seemed to do nothing - asshole. Dean quickly put his bag away and disappeared into the gym.

When the end of class came, Dean found himself with a bit of a sprained wrist. He was fine, but one of his 'classmates' had tripped him. And who had his classmate been? Alastair. He swore that it was an accident, but Dean didn't believe him. Dean had nearly attacked him, but he had remained calm, heading into the showers. He took his time like usual, waiting until everyone was gone. He disappeared into the change room when he was done, changing into his clothes.

He realized something as he pulled his shirt over his head - why hadn't Gabriel said anything? Dean was sure there would have been some sort of ruckus and that Gabriel would have called him out on it. And then Dean would have been sent to the office. In truth, he wanted to be sent home instead of spending his time in homeroom, but it appeared as though he didn't have a choice.

And then it hit Dean like a ton of bricks. He looked towards where he'd gone when he had done the egg thing and realized something, "Oh shit," he said, looking to his stuff and then the bag he'd egged, "That wasn't Gabe's, was it?" he asked himself. He thought hard about which bag it had been. He'd been rushing and hadn't been paying attention and now he'd egged the wrong bag? Crap! He groaned, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, "This ought to be fun to explain," he said, mocking himself as he turned around.

Only to find Alastair standing there. He jumped, looking to the shirtless man and realized what bag he had egged, "Dean-o," he said, smiling to him as he stepped forward. Dean stepped backwards, his bag sliding off his arm and to the ground as his face paled, "I don't appreciate my stuff being wrecked by your little girlish battle with Gabriel," he said, leaning in towards him, one hand touching Dean's shoulder. Dean's back was to the lockers behind him in the change room and he felt his heart beat picking up.

"Alastair, move," Dean said firmly, swallowing hard, "You aren't supposed to be coming around me, you know that."

Alastair looked around, then looked to Dean, smirking, "And who is going to say anything about our little meeting, hm?" he asked, tilting his head a bit as he leaned in close to Dean, breathing on him. Dean kept his eyes on Alastair, finding himself smelling that scent Alastair had. He couldn't quite explain it, but it repulsed him, "I'm what you crave, Dean. Don't deny what you are..." he chuckled a bit, "...what you are wanting deep down inside yourself."

Dean hated when Alastair did this. He always got in his personal space and spoke things to him that made his blood boil. Things that broke him down inside, "You told me yourself," Alastair hissed against his cheek, "That you enjoy the darkness I bring out in you. Wasn't it I who changed you into the perfect little slut that you are?" Dean finally shoved Alastair back and against the lockers, hearing the boy's back connected with it. Alastair grunted and watched as Dean grabbed his bag off the ground and left the lockers quickly, "I know what makes you tick, Dean-o!" he called out.

Dean wasn't going to tell anyone about what happened. Alastair would just say he was confronting him about the eggs in his bag. Dean knew that. He ran a hand through his hair a couple times as he entered the English room and sat down. His teacher looked to him and raised an eyebrow as Dean pulled out his work and put his nose right into it. His teacher said nothing though and took it as a good thing as Dean rested his forehead against the palm of his hand.

Would Alastair use this against him? He glanced to his shoulder, to where Alastair had held him. He hated the way he made him feel. It was dark and gross where Alastair was. He didn't understand how someone could be like that. He didn't know if he could handle Alastair again either. And sure, he was supposed to tell the office if he experienced any problems - but Dean had egged his damn bag. That gave the ass a bit more leverage than anything as far as he was concerned. So, what would be the point when he'd get in more shit and Alastair would get nothing?

When detention ended, he found himself going to his usual table to sit with Jo and Sam. But as he headed up to the table, he noticed who was sitting next to Sam, chatting with them. He narrowed his eyes a bit, keeping his composure straight as he went and sat next to Jo, ignoring Castiel's presence, "Hey Sammy," he said, smirking a bit as he looked to his brother.

Jo looked to Dean, catching the way he looked. She rolled her eyes, ready to whack him upside the head if he was an ass to Castiel in any way. But she noticed after the way Castiel had spoken to Dean that the school was treating the poor guy differently. And now people were noticing Castiel. She knew it was probably pissing Dean off to know end. He wasn't used to getting such treatment from the school. Sure, Dean was getting what he deserved on some levels - but she was also wondering what was truly bugging him. There was an odd look on his face.

"Dean, do you seriously need to call me Sammy?" Sam asked, looking to his brother with a semi-annoyed face. Castiel glanced to Dean, feeling awkward for being there now. He knew he was the cause of what was happening to Dean, but he didn't regret it for the most part. If he had even pretended to be interested, he still would have flew off the handle. He didn't put up for stupidity and players. And Dean happened to have displayed both earlier in the week.

"I don't see anything wrong with it," Dean teased, noticing Castiel glancing to him. He shifted a bit and got to his feet. Jo didn't say anything, not a word as she watched Dean, "But, I need to go explain to the coach why I got detention for something I didn't even fucking do today," Dean said, casting a glare to Castiel.

Sam blinked, confused as his brother suddenly walked off. He looked to Jo and Castiel, opening his mouth to ask what was up with him, but then he saw Castiel's face, "Oh," he mumbled, looking down to his empty plate that once housed a homemade salad. He felt bad for what was happening to his brother - but he didn't know if there was anything he could do or not.

Castiel frowned a bit, "It's me," he said, acknowledging it out loud, "I'm the reason he is walking away. I get it though, so," he shrugged a bit, sitting up right in his seat. He was dressed pristine like always, but he had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up this time so he didn't get anything on them that might be on the table. He glanced behind him, seeing Dean leaving the cafeteria. Maybe he should talk to him or something and try to make things right?

Jo shifted a bit in her seat, letting out a small sigh, "He'll get over it, don't worry about him," she said, looking to Castiel with a smile, "He's just not used to being where most of this school is on the food chain."

"Where's that?" Sam said, smirking as he looked to Jo.

"Average."

Castiel chuckled a bit, glancing back to where Dean had gone. He caved, getting to his feet, "As true as that is, I've got a date with one of the teachers for some help. Still have a lot of catching up to do," he said. Sam nodded to him, giving him a half salute as he began to walk away.

Jo raised an eyebrow, looking to Sam, "He's lying," she said.

Sam looked to Jo again and gave her a curious look, "How can you tell?" he asked. He always found how Jo could read people interesting. He was good at it too - but nowhere near as good as she was. It was creepy sometimes how well she did it. In the end, he was still intrigued though. He also enjoyed when she put his brother in his place. That was definitely amusing to him.

Jo rested her arms on the table and leaned her head against the palms of her hands. She smiled innocently to Sam, "Oh, that doesn't matter, Sam. It'll all pan out eventually," she said, pulling one hand away to twirl her blond hair around her finger. She knew Castiel was curious about Dean. He had been in the beginning. And the idea of the two was interesting, sure - but if Dean was to ever be in a proper functioning relationship, Castiel had a lot of work ahead of him. Dean didn't know how to function off of just one person. Which was why she could never sell herself to the idea of being with him.

Castiel had left the cafeteria and disappeared to find Dean. He went in the direction he'd gone, and realized Dean had gone outside. He shrugged his shoulders and pushed open the doors. He kept the sleeves of his shirt rolled up as he looked around, wondering where he would have gone. It wasn't right to be picked on - Castiel didn't like others being bothered. He had just wanted to prove a point to Dean.

It wasn't normally like him to lash out on people. It was like he had explained to Joanna, his parents had recently passed. Castiel was living with his aunt and uncle. Things were difficult. And here he was, somewhere completely new and one of his true first experiences with a student is someone wanting in his pants? It wasn't like he hadn't noticed Dean staring at him over the last while.

Dean had made it painfully obvious. Castiel shook his head, looking towards some of the portable classrooms and catching sight of what looked like Dean in between one of them. He raised an eyebrow and walked towards them. He just wanted to make things right in a way and have things not be so damn awkward between that Dean couldn't even sit with his brother and friend during lunch.

Sam had turned out to be a nice guy. Castiel was intrigued by Sam in some ways. He was young and incredibly smart. He was also a big bookworm from the way he spoke and discussed things. Castiel had found it interesting how Sam was so unlike Dean. They got along really well from what Joanna had said as well. He'd also met an interesting person by the name of Gabriel. He seemed to have a thing for sweets, but he was a nice guy. Funny too.

Dean leaned against the portable, letting out a deep sigh. He dropped his bag to the ground and looked up to the blue sky, "Least it's nice out," he said, chuckling to himself. Though, his mind was still on what had happened in the change room with Alastair. He felt his stomach grow queasy to the memory and he dropped to the ground, sitting there as he looked up. He didn't want to eat anything, he'd lost his appetite now thanks to the jackass.

His mind was also on the fact the school was turning against him. If Alastair felt comfortable enough to trip him in gym and confront him inside the change room - then what else was there that could happen to him? And he realized he wished he hadn't asked himself that as he noticed one of his ex-girlfriend's coming over to him looking none-to-pleased.

"Dean Winchester," she said in a bit of a low voice, clearly annoyed.

"Ah, Bela, hey," Dean said, quickly getting to his feet, "How are y-" his words were cut short by her smacking him hard across the face with the palm of her hand. He felt the stinging sensation on his face and knew it was going to leave a mark, "What the hell?" he said, a hand touching where she had smacked as he looked to her.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Bela said, glaring daggers at Dean.

"Find out about what?" he groaned, rubbing his face now, "Fuck, that hurt!"

"Good!" Bela said, inching forward. Dean practically cowered, turning a bit in fear she had plans on sacking him, "Because I found out while you were supposed to be off studying with Sam that you were actually out with Cassie!"

Castiel listened from around the corner, leaning against the portable to hide himself. He didn't want to interrupt - but he was also curious to what was happening. Maybe he hadn't been wrong for what he'd said to Dean? Maybe it was something else? He didn't know. He didn't even know if he should move in fear of making some sort of noise that might get him caught and in crap from the both of them. Besides, he didn't even know who Bela was, but he knew she sounded angry.

"How the hell could I have been with her? She was out of town, Bela!" Dean narrowed his eyes now, standing straight, "Who the hell said that to you?" he was pissed. It wasn't true. He would never cheat. He may like to work his way around time and again, but he was not a cheater. That was not his style. The only time he'd ever been considered a 'cheater' was when Alastair was involved in his life.

"Doesn't matter who told me," Bela said, biting at her bottom lip the way she always did when she was fighting the urge to cry. Dean sighed, "I'm finding it hard to believe you right now, Dean.. but, can you really blame me?" she asked, turning around and quickly taking off.

Dean watched her quickly walk away, clearly upset. He wanted to follow and figure out who was spreading shit about him. All this was leading back to that new transfer student. To Castiel. Nothing like this happened to him before he arrived and now everything was falling apart. But he did NOT cheat on Bela. He turned quickly, drawing back his hand and curling his fingers in as he punched the wall of the portable class room. He groaned to the impact, leaving his hand held there.

Castiel heard the groan and then a loud curse come from Dean. He realized he needed to walk away, but when he turned to walk away, his foot connected with a can on the ground and he froze in his footsteps, hoping Dean hadn't heard it.

"What the hell?" Castiel winced, turning around carefully and looking to Dean who was now standing there, looking around the corner at him with nothing but pure anger in his eyes. It was slightly terrifying and Castiel didn't know what to say. He just stood there in silence, "Were you eavesdropping on me?" Dean said, eying him. Everything was his fault in Dean's eyes.

"No, no. I followed you ou-"

"You followed me?" Dean said, laughing sarcastically, "What, it isn't enough that you've got most of my friends turned against me on the whim of one wonderful fucking introduction? You've got a hell of a way of showing interest, Cas," Dean said, shaking his head.

"It isn't like that," Castiel said, standing straight now. He narrowed his eyes, ready to get defensive - but then his eyes caught sight of Dean's hand. Now he understood what the groan had been. He winced and quickly moved forward, grabbing Dean's hand, "Be mad at me all you want, your hand is hurt," he said, holding it carefully as he examined Dean's bloody hand.

Dean tore his hand away from Castiel's grasp, taking a step back from him. Even though he was pissed at the guy for just touching his hand like that, he couldn't help it as he realized he liked Castiel's soft skin, "Yeah, what of it?" Dean said, not pleased, "You don't just go around eavesdropping on someone's conversation and then touching them, Cas," he said, frowning.

Castiel didn't really like the nickname Dean was using for him, but he lived with it this time, watching Dean take another step back. He couldn't explain it, but it hurt that the boy before him reacted this way, "I'm sorry for listening in. I didn't exactly know what to say. And clearly I have no ethics because I did try to tip toe away without going noticed, alright?"

Dean scoffed, "Oh yeah, sure. Probably off to tell people how I'm a cheater and ruined some girl's life for the next while, right?" he couldn't but be a sarcastic life, "Go on," he said, "Run and tell everyone. You've already worked your damn magic, might as well continue the thickening horse shit, right?"

Castiel frowned, "Oh, you are just one big pile of self pity, aren't you?" he said, crossing his arms, "Sorry not everything works out how you want it to there, Dean. Get the stick out of your ass and realize that maybe, just maybe, you are getting some of what you deserve you stuck-up ass."

Dean clenched his fists, feeling the pain rise up and through his arm from his injured knuckles, "Shut the hell up. I may be an ass sometimes, but I'm not a cheater. Whoever the heck said that to her was spewing nothing but bull shit," he seethed, trying his damned best not to lunge forward and beat the crap out of Castiel. Yeah, he deserved some of the crap he was getting. But Alastair? He didn't deserve anything like that. No, nothing like that. No one did.

"And just so you know, I had no intention of telling anyone. I don't know enough about you and I'm not some kind of gossiper. So you can swear all you want and defend yourself to me, but I'm not going to tell anyone," Castiel said, remembering why he followed him in the first place, "Besides, I didn't follow you out here so I could argue with you about what you did and didn't do. I came out here to apologize."

Dean was taken by surprise, and it showed as he relaxed a bit, "What?"

"When I lashed out on you, it wasn't on purpose," Castiel had no intention on explaining his life story, he just wanted to say sorry, "I'm new here and I had noticed you watching me. Not going to lie, it sort of freaked me out," he said, lifting both hands up in defense, "And I had heard some things about you and this guy said something to m-"

"What guy?" Dean asked, crossing his arms now, "I want to know who. I don't blame you for getting pissed at me - and yes, I'm still pissed, but I want to know who."

Castiel looked to Dean, eyes locking with his. He didn't know if he should tell him. What if Dean went and beat the poor guy up? He wasn't trying to assume he would, but he just had this eerie suspicion he might, "It doesn't matter n-"

"Yes, yes it does."

Castiel sighed - it appeared as though Dean was the stubborn type. This didn't shock him for some reason though. It was actually interesting, "Fine. Promise me you aren't going to go and do something stupid if I give you who is name though?" Dean went to say something, but Castiel held up his hand to stop him, "I won't be responsible for some stupid decision, okay?"

Dean nodded his head, "I promise," of course he wasn't being a hundred percent honest. He didn't know what he would do. He was just tired of the shit going around about him and he didn't know just how much he could take of it. He wanted it to end. And this guy who was talking shit about him to Castiel? He would make sure to put an end to that if possible.

Castiel didn't think he could trust Dean's word right then, and he would be stupid to trust him. He didn't know anything about Dean. He only knew what other people told him - though, he did know that Dean had definitely cheated on that girl Bela with someone else based on his reaction, "His name," he said, feeling the regret begin to tickle the back of his throat. This was a stupid decision to tell anything to Dean, but he felt like he owed it to him, "His name was Alastair."