Late nights [COMPLETED]

27

10 years later.
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Dean sat on the bar stool, impatiently waiting for his drink. The party sucked and he was starting to form a headache, he just wanted to grab his martini and sit on the porch away from the music.

A man in his age sat beside him; leaning on one of his palms in boredom. "Party's boring, eh?" Dean started, smiling at the slightly stubbled man beside him

"Definitely, But then again. Troy never knew how to throw a good party" Woah. Dean blinked at how deep the man's voice was. "High school friends?" Dean asked, tapping a finger against the stool.

"Yeah, not exactly. We were in history together. He used my homework when he neglected his" Dean nodded with a grin. "Dean Winchester, you?" Dean extended a hand. The man raised his eyebrows, mouth falling a slack for a moment. "Dean? Holy shit! Dude." The man jumped up to his feet, engulfing Dean in a bear hug. "I assume we were friends?" Weird, I didn't have much friends in high school.

"Castiel, Castiel Novak." Dean let a surprised gasp escape him, holy fuck on a shitting stick Christ!