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“Have you seen Dean Winchester?” Castiel inquired to a girl he’d never met before. His eyes continued to wander and search the crowd of sweaty bodies. She shook her head and looked as if she wanted to say something, but instead she slapped her hand to her mouth and dashed towards the washroom. She didn’t make it in time. He frowned and kept searching for Dean. Maneuvering through the crowd it smelt like sweat, sex, and alcohol. He couldn’t even remember how Dean convinced him to go to this party in the first place. He hated college parties. But he knew how Dean got, he needed to make sure he wasn’t overdosing on drugs or drowning in his own vomit.
Castiel finally found Dean. He was positioned on an ugly brown couch, with a beer in his left hand and holding a girl in his right. They were making out sloppily and for Cas they were getting a bit too friendly. He took a deep breath and walked towards his drunken friend.
“Dean.” He puffed out his chest.
Dean stopped kissing the girl on his arm and squinted in Castiels direction. His eyes widened, “Cas! Where have you been I’ve been lookin' everywhere for you.” Dean took another swig of his beer.
“Yeah…I can tell.” Cas glared at the girl who was still leeched onto Dean.
Dean smirked. “Cas, this is Lisa. She was in our Mathematics class last year-member?”
He never understood what Dean saw in these girls who just threw themselves at him…or girls in general for that matter.
“Sorry Lisa I’m gonna have to take this guy from you. We gotta leave.” Clearly wanting to be left alone with him, Lisa looked expectantly towards Dean. To her disappointment, he shot up from the couch. “Yeah sorry Lisa gotta go. Uh, I’ll call you.” He nodded at her while adding a wink. He took about two and a half steps before stumbling over his own feet. Castiel grabbed his friend instinctively.
“Let’s get you home, Dean.”
“Okkie Cassie.” Cas rolled his eyes.
Cas could hear a soft snore coming from the backseat of his blue Buick Skylark. Humming Graceland silently to himself he glanced at Dean through the rear view mirror. He can’t remember the exact moment he fell in love with his best friend, but it happened and it’s killing him.
Trying to help Dean walk, he puts his arm around his neck. With no help from him, Cas got Dean through his door and into his room.
“Cas,” Dean murmurs. “Is my dad home?” There are hints of panic in his voice.
“No, he’s still out I guess. But quiet down your brothers only down the hall.”
“Good, good.” Dean calms down and lays down in his bed. “Thanks for helping me out Cas.”
“What are friends for?” Cas smirks and lays a blanket on the floor.
“No I mean it Cas… Sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He turned so that his back was no longer facing Castiel. He starred at his friend, it was dark but he could still see the outline of his face, and he could imagine his serene eyes perfectly.
“Don’t mention it, man.” Cas wished he could kiss him. He desperately wanted too. But for now being friends was the best thing he could have wished for. “Thanks for letting me sleep here.”
“S’cool man. G’night Cas, dream of the stars.” Dean softly chuckles.
“Goodnight, Dean.”