Author's Note: Wow, I already apologize for how bad this chapter is going to be mistake wise. I had to switch computers and there's really nothing to use for writing except for Notepad on this. Also I wrote most of this really late at night and only proof read it once.

Also, I'm sorry I'm so slow getting chapters out. I really have the worst ever writer's block when it comes to this story. Which is made worse by the fact that there's another Destiel that I have all the ideas for but I feel bad for writing that one while this one is still in the works.

Anyway, thanks for sticking with my thus far. I'm the fanfic author of your nightmares, I know. Please enjoy the chapter nevertheless!

The second Dean got to school the next day he searched for Castiel. It took him most of the free time in the morning before school to find him and when he did Dean wasn't sure if he should thank him or punch him in the face. So he settled on what he knew best, yelling.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he half screamed, half whispered.

"I believe we already covered that question last night." the raven haired teen answered smoothly, turning around from his locker to face Dean.

"You have no right to tell Sam what he can and can't do! He's not your brother! I can deal with this on my own! Okay?" Dean replied, as if he didn't hear Castiel. The other boy took a moment of silence before he started to look confused.

"I did tell you I would deal with his stalking issues if you did not. You did not. So I took action. I do not understand the conflict here."

"The conflict is you made my brother feel terrible, that's what!"

"I still do not understand. There was a problem and I found a solution to it." Castiel turned his head slightly to the side, confusion still set in his features.

"You are not the solution, you idiot! He'll find his own way to deal with his problem, when he realises there is one.. Anyway it was never any of your business!"

"Why are you yelling?" Castiel suddenly asked. Dean stopped for a moment. He hadn't realised that his voice had been raised. He also didn't notice the people around them had started to stare. He cleared his throat.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Just leave my brother and his problems to me from now on, okay?"

Castiel stared him down for a moment before nodding and answering with is own 'okay'.

"Okay.." Dean said, nodding too.

"As long as we understand each other." Castiel said. He took a moment then added, "Did he take anything away from our talk?"

"Did he.. yes and it made him feel like shit. I won't fucking stand for that." Dean answered.

"Yes, I know." Castiel said just as the bell rang. Dean hitched his bag up.

"Well, good talk. Okay. Bye then."Dean said a little awkwardly.

"Yes, goodbye, Dean." Castiel agreed, shutting his locker and walking away to his first class.

Dean shook the feeling that started to tickle his spine. It seemed that every time he talked to the other teen he ended up feeling like someone was attacking him with a feather duster from beneath his skin. It was starting to weird him out more then he'd like to admit. He shrugged to himself and made his way to home room.

Dean drove up to the spot where he usually watched Sam, same as always, he didn't really expect anything different. Sam hadn't made an appearance yet and Dean wrote it off as him stopping to pee or something first. He slid a tape into his radio and leaned back in his chair, wishing he'd taken a moment to stop for a burger on his way here.

It had been almost two weeks since his talk with Castiel and he hadn't really seen much of the other teen since then. He half thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't had to talk to the blue eyed boy, but some part of him that he denied craved the weird goose pimply effect in his skin that the other's voice had on him. It was strange and new and he was actually a little afraid of it. He would never admit to that though, like he wouldn't admit to a lot of things these days.

Sam finally showed and took his place among the greenery. Somehow this new routine had faded to a comfortable task for Dean. Just like the routine of going to classes had after a few weeks at school. It was nice having some time alone just to think and do nothing in particular. It had become Dean's "me time", just like working on the Impala was. Just Dean and his thoughts. He sighed at this and reclined even further into his seat, getting really comfy. Taking a moment of privacy for himself, he relaxed and itched his inner thigh a little, feeling manly by the act somehow.

Then was the moment that Castiel choose to slip into the passenger seat next to him. Dean hadn't noticed him until he spoke.

"You seem comfortable tonight, Dean."

"HOLY-!" Dean yelped, "What the!"

"It's pleasant to see you too." Castiel commented.

Dean had all but jumped out of his seat and was now turned to face the intruder.

"What are you doing in my car? Again!" Dean almost yelled.

"You said that I could not be the solution to Sam's problem, yet I seem to be unable to leave the matter alone. Therefore, I have decided to accompany you in watching over him. This way I can assure no harm comes to my brother, meanwhile putting Anna's mind at rest." Castiel replied, sounding the tiniest bit proud of himself for coming up with what he seemed to think was an amazing idea.

"Well if you wouldn't mind, tell me next time you make one of these decisions, alight Chuckles?" Dean groaned. "There's no point in asking you to change your mind about this, is there?"

"No, there is not." Castiel said smoothly.

Dean groaned again, settling back into a comfortable position. This was going to be a long night.

It was strange how easily it was for Dean to adjust to having Castiel in the car with him. At first he'd felt extremely annoyed, but after a while, he decided to just ignore the other teen completely. It wasn't hard, the guy didn't seem to be the talking type and kept to himself. Every now and then Dean stole a glance of the Castiel, who's gaze was locked on Sam the entire time.

Now that he had a chance to look at the guy, Dean realized how down right wrong he looked. His eyes were a little too blue, they were intense and electric and fierce and they made Dean's crawl in an almost pleasant way. His hair tousled in a way that looked natural at first but somehow couldn't be possible. How did it manage to tuff out in just the right way? If Dean thought the trench coat had been weird, then the cloths underneath were a rainbow in a black and white film. How many white button ups and dress slacks did this guy own anyway? Now that he thought about it, everything about this guy was just off.

But he couldn't stop from glancing over at him every chance he could. He felt like he was looking at a horrible accident and he just couldn't look away. Something was just so alluring about him. Looking at him was starting to make Dean's breath feel constricted and he shifted slightly in his seat, feeling suddenly uncomfortable with himself.

He didn't realize how long he'd been watching Castiel until he spoke.

"Dean, is there something on your mind?"

"Huh?" Dean grunted, not catching the question entirely.

"You've been staring at me for the last ten minutes." Castiel said blankly.

"I, what?" Dean sputtered, "What, no."

"Then what are you looking at?""

"There was, uh, this weird cat outside your window." He lied quickly. "Really fucking strange ass cat..."

Castiel stared at him a moment before humming and returning to look towards Sam. Dean couldn't really tell if he believed him or not, but he prayed he had. He groaned inwardly and looked back towards Sam as well.

Smooth, Winchester, he thought. Really smooth.