Soldier Boy

Chapter Sixteen

When Dean woke up, he wasn't fully sure what all had happened last night. His head was pounding, of course, but everything was kind of blurry from last night. His mind was foggy, but he felt a warm body next to him. He had no clue who it was though because Dean was laying naked on top of the comforter while the other person was lying beneath the sheets, with even her head covered.

Dean groaned, lifting himself out of the bed. He stood in the room he didn't recognize, as naked as the day he was born. Clothes were scattered around the room, and he quickly gathered his own clothes, not really looking at the other person's clothes. Once he'd covered himself, he went over to the window in the room. Looking down, he almost laughed at the sight below him.

One of the mattresses was in the pool.

Some scrawny kid was laying on it, a pair of underwear on his head, and only wearing a pair of gym shorts. He also had some sort of fabric material, maybe his shirt, wrapped around his wrists, tying them together. Kids laid around the whole backyard, some only inches away from laying in a pile of somebody's vomit. Dean had a feeling that if he looked at the roof, he's see a bunch of kids sleeping there too. A few kids floated in the pool, face up, sleeping away as they floated.

Dean really didn't want to think about what might've happened in that pool last night.

Fragments of last night's party floated back to him, piece by piece. He'd come to the party with his friends, kids already falling out of windows, and they'd all had a drink. Balthazar had joined the dance floor in the living room, already garnering female attention, as Anna warily watched him leave.

Anna and Cas had gone towards the pool to dip their feet in. Bela was already scoring with the boys, many slipping her their number after only talking to her for a minute. Jo was playing beer pong with Ash and a few other people, Jo easily winning against the others. Of course, a few guys tried to feel her up, but she effectively warded them off by punching one of them in the nose and probably breaking it. Charlie, after a few more drinks, started some karaoke, and a bunch more people, drunk off their asses, joined in.

Benny and Dean stayed together, trying to drink each other under the table, but Benny saw some cute girl he liked and ran after her, eager to flirt with her. Dean decided to go search out some fun and found himself at the pool, jumping in. A few others followed suit, and Dean smiled towards Cas when his head broke the water. Castiel was staring at him and smiling, and Dean felt his insides go gooey.

Just then, a groan broke through the covers and stopped Dean from reliving his memories. The voice was oddly deep, but Dean didn't really think much about it. Dean turned towards the bed, curious to see who he'd slept with the night before.

When a head popped out of the sheets, Dean's heart stopped.

That head of dark hair was so familiar. He'd known it for years- it belonged to his best friend. Dean struggled to breathe, staggering back and leaning against the wall. This couldn't be real. Dean was straight, and he definitely wasn't into Castiel Shurley. This was some horrible mistake.

"God, my butt hurts," Cas groaned, and Dean nearly swallowed his tongue. Then, Cas turned over, eyes landing on Dean. Those cool, blue eyes pinned Dean there, nailing him to the wall.

"Dean? Did we..." Have sex? The rest of the question hung silently in the air, Cas unable to finish the question. Castiel's own mind was still foggy, but his mind was rapidly awakening once more. Dean couldn't even nod- the memories had slammed into him, images flashing through his mind at light-speed as he stared at his presumably naked best friend laying in the same bed Dean had.

Cas's mouth hung open slightly, his own memories assailing him. Then, Dean ran out of the room. He flew down the stairs, his feet barely touching the ground. He couldn't breathe in this house. He wasn't gay, and this was too much for him.

He ran from the house, abandoning his friends at the house they'd crashed at, never once looking back to even check if he was right about kids being on the roof.

Dean ran home, not looking for cars as he ran across small streets on his way to get home faster, and rushed into his home and up the stairs. Sam was fast asleep, Gabriel having stayed very late last night, the two just talking for hours. He'd sleep for hours more, unaware of the crisis his brother was suffering from.

Dean started drinking early that day, uncaring of the chance that Bobby could find him piss drunk. He didn't really care about anything except for not thinking about it. If that meant getting black-out drunk before noon, then so be it.

He wouldn't be caring about anything for a few days, hopefully.