The whole drive home from school Dean had been quiet; he just nodded when Sam had got in the car and turned on Metallica. Sam knew his brother like the back of his hand, so he knew that there was something up, probably some girl refused to make out with him after school, but something in Dean's expression made him think it was deeper than that.

Arriving home to an empty house, yet again, Dean was glad their dad travelled for months at a time, leaving behind any alcohol he hadn't finished, in this case a dozen beers. Even though he was only seventeen, Dean pulled a beer from the fridge and stalked into his room, slamming the door. Sam had wanted to hang out with his friends; Castiel and Balthazar, that afternoon but Dean had told Sam that he wanted him at home, now Sam knew why.

Dean was on his third beer in just half an hour, he was laying on his bed, arm over his eyes, with Sam sitting next to him, legs crossed just observing his older brother, and fretting. When it got to his fifth beer, Sam decided to get him talking.

"So...what's with the sudden alcohol intake? Did the apocalypse start or somethin'?"

Dean peeked through his hand, which was covering his face, at his younger brother, Sam was waiting patiently for him to answer.

"Or somethin'" Dean replied, lowering his hand and took a swig from the half empty bottle.

Sam realised that it was going to take some provoking to get Dean to talk about what was going on with him "Okay, so are you going to tell me what's got you like this or do I have to guess?"

Dean shrugged and took another sip, Sam ploughed straight on "Is it to do with school?"

The older Winchester shrugged again, so Sam took that as a 'sort of' "Is it one of the students?"

"Maybe." muttered Dean, Sam knew that was a 'yes' "In your year?"

"No."

"Younger or older?"

"Younger."

Sam thought for a moment "Do I know them?"

"Uh, I suppose so." Dean tried not to give anything more away. He'd been trying to ignore his feelings for over a year now, today had just undone him. It had started off a bad day, the hot water was out so he had to have a cold shower, there was a car accident so he was late for school, he forgot his wallet meaning no money for lunch, and just to top it off the person he had liked for more than a year got asked to the winter dance by someone he disliked a lot. He hadn't waited for the answer, it was the last straw of the day, he had just left. Now Sammy was sitting on his bed trying to get it out of him, Dean considered that he owed the kid the truth, it was his best friend after all, and Sam was usually a good brother, he wouldn't give Dean too much shit.

"Sammy, do you remember that talk we had a few years back?"

Sam looked at him slightly confused, and then remembered "The one about it being okay that I like guys instead of girls?"

"Yeah."

"What about it?" he didn't really see how this had to do with anything.

"Why do you think we had that talk instead of you and dad?"

Now Sam was lost completely "Uh, 'cause dad is never here?"

"Why else?" Dean insisted sobering up a little now he had stopped drinking.

"Because, dad wouldn't understand and he'd probably disown me..."

"Well apart from that, but I guess that's closer." Sighed Dean.

Sam was still trying to grasp what Dean was getting at, when suddenly a light bulb clicked on his head "You like guys too?" he blurted out.

"I like both." Dean corrected him.

"Oh...So are we talking about a guy or a girl?" Sam queried.

"Um, a guy..." Dean almost blushed as he said it.

Sam rolled his eyes "Well who is it then?"

Dean just shook his head.

The younger Winchester sighed "Dean, you just told me your bi, as long as you don't like the same guy I do, then I don't have a problem with whoever it is."

"Wait! Since when do you like someone?"

Sam realised he just outed himself, damn "Only a little while..." he answered quietly.

Dean leaned forward "Who's the lucky guy?"

"I'll make you a deal, Dean, you tell me who your guy is, and I'll tell you who mine is." When Dean surprisingly agreed, Sam knew he had just buried himself; Dean was going to kill him for liking an older guy, he was eighteen, a year older than Dean and three years older than Sam, yep shit was going to hit the fan.

Dean considered lying, but what was the point "I hope you're not gonna hate me...I-I like Cas..."

Sam's mouth dropped open and Dean shrank against his pillows "Cas? As in my best friend Castiel?"

"Yeah..." Was the response.

"Wow, Dean, I wasn't expecting that. What did Cas do to make you drink five beers in just over an hour?"

This time Dean did blush "Meg Masters asked him to the winter dance."

"I know, I was there. He turned her down politely."

"Really?" Dean almost lunged at Sam.

Sam laughed "Yes, Dean, Cas doesn't like girls either."

It was Dean's turn this time "Oh." Wait this was great, maybe, just maybe, he could ask Cas to the dance. He grinned, then looked at Sam and remembered the other part of the deal "So Sammy, spill, who's your Prince Charming?"

Sam appeared uncomfortable "You're not allowed to hate me either, okay?"

"C'mon, I'm not gonna hate you."

Fidgeting, Sam mumbled "Gabriel Novak."

Dean's eyes nearly popped out of his head "Whoa! What? Cas' brother? Seriously? He's like three years older than you, Sam!"

Still fidgeting, Sam replied "Age doesn't matter, Dean. I think he might like me too, but I'm too scared that I'm reading him wrong to take a chance."

"Aw, Sammy, can't you get Cas to scope him out for you?"

Sam shook his head "Cas doesn't know."

"Hmmm, I see. Sammy, I'm gonna make you a deal..." Dean wasn't sure why he was doing this, he wanted his little brother to be happy, and maybe he wanted a small slice of that happiness for himself. "...Tomorrow at school, I will ask Cas to the dance and you will ask Gabriel, we have til the end of school tomorrow to do it. Deal?"

Looking slightly terrified, Sam agreed.

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Hope you enjoy my high school fic, there is ten chapters, I'll be alternating updating my multichapter fics, so keep a look out. Much love xox

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