Castiel was having an unusual Friday. Normal Fridays included: Dean picking Cas up with a steaming cup of Black Irish tea with three and a half packs of sugar, today's only had two. Dean kissing him 'bye' at the door of all his classes (because Dean was quite possessive of Cas for all two years, three months and sixteen days they've been a couple), today was a 'Have a good day in class, babe.' with a slight squeeze of Castiel's hand. Dean having a swagger-like aura, not taking any of Cas' sass, today Cas got mumbles and no direct eye contact. Dean calling Cas unique pet names like: Bluebird, Bee, Blue-Eyes-No-Dragon, Angel, Thursday or even Cas-Cat. Today he got 'babe'. On a normal Friday Dean would jump Cas when he was all sweaty from track practice, today gave him a few chaste pecks on the lips. On a 'Normal Friday', Dean and Cas would go watch a crappy movie at a drive in theater, while munching on Twizzlers and Chocolate Covered Raisins. This Friday Castiel was sitting in a heap of blankets watching the new season of Pretty Little Liars (guilty pleasure) on Netflix, with a bag of baby carrots and Arizona green tea.

Maybe the second-base-baseball-player was finally getting tired of the salutatorian-third track runner that Cas was? Maybe Dean figured out that he wanted one of the pretty cheerleaders, with their soft curves and sharp eyes, and not Castiel that was a lanky geek?

Castiel heard a few thumps coming up the stairs, but disregarded them, fixing his eyes back on the lovers spat that was playing on Pretty Little Liars. A few nanoseconds later there was a few quick raps on his door, "Go away!" He yelled, pushing the earbuds farther in his ears like they could block out the world. He glared at the door, hoping that whomever behind it would leave. Evidently there was no such luck. "Cas, can I come in?" the muffled voice said, Castiel paused Pretty Little Liars and plucked out his earbuds. "Fine, but make it quick. Hanna just threw a chair." he mumbled to the door, pulling his blanket over his eyes.

The door creaked open, three thumps on his wood floor later, there was a dip in the bed. "Bee, what's wrong? You haven't answered any of my texts?" Castiel shot out of the blankets with the pet name. "Dean?!" Castiel shrieked. He looked at the man sitting on his bed; mossy eyes filled with worry, hair with the 'i've been running my hand through it so many times its not funny' look, pouty lips, and tense shoulders. "Hey, Bee, what's wrong? Is it something I did? Was it the te-" "Dean, Dean, calm down. Don't give yourself a migraine." Castiel crawled over the blankets; to fish his phone out of his gym-duffel. He flicked through the password-protected screen, noticing that he missed thirteen texts from Dean and two from his brother.

Dean (5:13pm): Bluebird, come over, I have a surprise for you.

Dean (5:21pm): Bee?

Dean (5:37pm): Want me to pick you up?

Dean (5:41pm): Cas, are you okay?

Dean (5:44pm): Did I do something wronf?

Dean (5:44pm): *wrong

Dean (5:49pm): Baaaaabeeeeeeee

Dean (5:51pm): I wanted to do something special tonight..

Dean (5:59pm): Guess you don't or something.

Dean (6:19pm): Fuck it, I'm coming over.

Dean (6:33pm): I'm outside your house, I feel like a stalker.

Dean (6:36pm): Your mothers wondering why this meetup wasn't formal.

Dean (6:38pm): I'm coming to your room.

Castiel looked up at Dean. His green eyes showed stress and not the cocky man he fell in love with. Castiel was here moping all night, thinking about how it was Dean that was tired of this relationship. Whilst Dean was doing the same a few blocks away. He wanted to do something special; Dean wanted to treat Cas today. Thus the reason for the not so normal Friday.

"Oh, babe." Cas sighed, placing his phone on the nest of blankets.

"I thought it was you that didn't want this relationship. You were so distant today, hardly even held my hand.." Castiel looked down at his lap, twisting and moving his fingers, a nervous tick he had. "Angle, no, that's not at all what I wanted.."

Castiel moved from his place on the bed, into Dean's lap. Thighs on either side of Dean's hips, hands cupping the green-eyed mans face. "Dean, tell me what's wrong. If you don't tell me then I can't help you." Castiel whispered, ever so slightly brushing his lips against Dean's cheek with each word.

"I want you, Cas."

"Babe, you've already got me."

Dean looked at Castiel. His eyes were a sea of love and something darker. Something intense beyond fathom. "No, Cas, I want you."

Castiel repeated the line in head. Trying to read behind the lines. Why would Dean want what he already has? He thought to himself. He parted the words; 'i', nothing of import there, just stating he. 'Want', to desire, hm, he already has me. 'You' me, duh. Wait. Want.

oh. Want as in desire. As in the darkness that flooded Deans eyes. As in all of him. As is that 'special' thing Dean had planned. As in a much more physical representation of love. As in making instead of saying.

"oh." That was the smartest thing that could come out of his mouth. What else was he supposed to say? He'd been trying to initiate sex for quite a while now. Every time Castiel would grind the right way that sent zings of pleasure though both men, Dean would put his hand on Castiel's chest and say 'I want this to be special for you, not a quick romp in the backseat of Baby with leather burn on your back' or tell Castiel that he would withhold all necking sessions if Cas couldn't keep his hands and crotch area in check. Thus leading to a sexually frustrated Castiel and Dean being a prude-man-whore.

Dean was no spring-chicken sexual encounters with other people. He was more like a fine-wine. A fine-wine that had all the chicks at his fingertips. Until tenth grade when he noticed the black-haired, blue-eyed, vixen in his English class. From then on, the proclaimed 'ladies man' stopped all relations with females to court Castiel.

There was no point to the courting. It was mainly Dean lavishing Castiel in gifts on his own accord. Castiel opposed the courting. Saying that they should just go on a date then make it official. But, Dean being Dean, decided that they were going to do it formally. He even went as far as getting Castiels mothers permission for their first date.

"Bee, say somethin'. You're kinda freakin' me out." Castiel felt Dean entwine their fingers. The rough pads of his thumbs rubbing small circles. Castiel felt like his tongue grew three times bigger. "You. Uh. You want to. Umm. You want to do the deed?" Castiel managed to choke out. Deans laughter boomed throughout the room, snapping Cas out of his wordless-trance.

"Bee, you can't act like a blushing virgin now!" Dean said through his laughter. "I am a virgin Dean. No thanks so someone!" Castiel pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

Dean pushed Castiel out of his lap and onto the bed. "Dean, what are you doi-" Dean pulled Castiel into his arms, in a bridal carry. "We can change that." Dean growled into Castiel's ear.

Dean carried Castiel through the house. Making sure his bare feet didn't hit anything and, most importantly, not drop him.

Castiel patted the green eyed mans shoulder, "Does mother know you're kidnapping me?" Castiel smirked.

Dean stopped walking; a mere 11 steps from the door and they'd be free. He didn't think about telling Castiels mother that he was taking Cas. Even if he did, he wasn't going into the details of what exactly they'd be doing. If they were going to be doing that.

"Please put me down for a moment, I need to inform my mother that i'm being kidnapped." Dean narrowed his eyes at Castiel, "I am not kidnapping you." Castiel smirked as Dean let him down. "Mother!" Castiel called through the house. "In here, Castiel." She answered; The sound of her heels echoed on the wooden floors as she made her way to them.

"Mother, Dean is taking me to his house. I will be spending the night." Castiels response was so formal it made Deans back ache. "That will be fine Castiel. You're to be back by four post meridiem tomorrow," She raised her eyes from Castiel to look at Dean, "You as well, I expect you to be in your Sunday finest. We will be having guests over and they all want to meet you, Dean Winchester. Send my regards to your family Dean and tell Mary that they too are welcome. Have a good time, Castiel." She gave Castiel a firm nod and Dean one more glare to seal the deal.

They left the house soon after that. In Deans car, on the way to his house. The ride was quite. The sound of their breathing and their surroundings was all that was heard.

When they pulled up to Deans house Castiel noted that they were alone. "Where's your family?" Castiel questioned, he knew that they couldn't do anything with his family around due to the paper thin walls and nosey Brother, Father and Mother. Every Time Castiel was over he and Dean would retreat to Deans room. They'd close the door to have alone time; simple touches, warm hands, cuddling, kisses and make-out sessions. It would start out with Cas and Dean laying on Deans bed, under the covers. They'd caress each other with curious or knowing touches. Then they'd start with kisses, simple chaste-closed-mouth-kisses to each others hands, face, neck, anywhere. Those would escalate to open-mouthed-kisses to everywhere but the lips. Sucking on skin leaving angry-red hickeys that would be soothed with cat-licks. Those would reach the final level of kisses. Makeouts. One would end up on top of the other, hands grabbing clothing and hair, tongues sliding in a tango, and harsh ragged nose breathing. Deans tongue would graze the the roof of Castiel's mouth, making Cas moan in pleasure. Then after a few minutes of bliss someone would open the door to Deans room and start taking. The Winchesters had no shame in intimate sessions between Dean and Castiel.

"They went to go see a triple-feature at the drive in theater.. I said I wasn't feeling well." Dean looked down at his lap, blushing. "You lied for me." Castiel smiled. "Come on, lets have some alone time." Dean opened his door and grabbed a WalGreens bag from the back seat.

They made their way into the house, taking their time and letting things fall into place. It wasn't awkward, no, it was right.

They walked into Deans room. Butterflies in each other's stomach. Anticipation filling the room. Castiel sat down on Dean's bed. He never knew how this was going to play out, he thought it was going to be random and fast, not planned and done right.

"Bee, here.." Cas looked up at Dean. He held a paper to Castiel. Castiel hesitantly grabbed the paper, not sure what was going to be displayed before his eyes. "Is this..?"

"Yeah. I wanted this to be perfect. I got tested a few weeks ago. Gotta' make sure i'm clean, ya' know? And I, uh, am." Dean smiled shyly, a small blush spreading across his face. Castiel crossed the room to Dean, "Thank you Dean.." He whispered.

Castiel pressed his lips to Dean's. Kissing his lips, down his jaw, to the rim of Deans shirt. Dean placed his hands on Castiel's hips, rubbing small circles into the jut of the bone. "Are you ready to do this Bee?" Dean asked, his voice thick with love and care. Castiel looked up at Dean, a small smile played on his lips, "Yes, Dean. I am."

Dean moved away from Castiel, grabbing the bag he brought in. "Babe, what's in the bag?" Castiel asked. Dean removed the contents from the bag, a small box of condoms and two bottles of lube. They both looked at the contents, not sure where to go from here.

"Okay, um, we've both never done this before. Like you know, up the ass. But uh, do you want to be top or bottom?" Dean questioned. "Um, well, from the, uh, research i've done. I find it quite pleasurable to be dominated, for lack of better word." Dean sputtered at the thought of him, dominating Castiel; Castiel under him, arching his back at the intrusion, leaving faint trails of scratches down his sides, his mouth open in a silent scream.

Dean turned to place his hands on Castiel's hips. "Lets do this."