This fic was partly inspired by Deathtoonnormalcy, who's been more than gracious about me borrowing the premise. The story 'forgive me' is great, if you haven't checked it out already, do it :) Also, Cabin Fever by the same author is freaking fabulous, one of my favourites. Check it out, it's great :)

I hope you enjoy this one… I'm just kind of testing it to see how it's received and then I'll see how it pans out :) Enjoy. Reviews would be lovely.

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"Take this left," Anna instructs.

Dean slows the Impala as he obeys her instructions. He follows the rest of the road until his car is sitting in front of a pair of large, intimating, golden gates.

"Son of a bitch," Dean whispers.

Anna grins widely and reaches over him to punch in a four-digit code that permits them access. As Dean drives up to the house, he just grows more and more overwhelmed. Anna's family's vacation house is bigger than any building he's been to. He didn't think people like Anna really existed. Houses like these only appear in magazines depicting the lifestyles of the rich and famous. He definitely underestimated just how rich Anna's family really are.

Anna enjoys the look of utter amazement on Dean's face as they pull up to the front of her enormous house. It had been a mission to get Dean to agree to come with her. She was expecting him to be a little overwhelmed. Still, she wanted to give her best friend a good summer vacation and, to be honest, spend a little time alone with him. Dean and Anna have a very… in-between relationship. It's like they're halfway between being a couple and halfway between being friends. Dean likes the sex and Anna likes the intimacy and the possibility that Dean and she might actually, someday, become a couple.

A romantic summer at her parents' holiday home is just what they need. They'll also have the privacy since her parents are spending the summer in Europe.

Dean hauls their luggage out of the trunk and heaves it up the stairs. Anna unlocks the door and Dean is gobsmacked once more. From the polished marble floors, to the massive staircase and to the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, Anna's place is magnificent. Even more surprising is the butler that takes Dean and Anna's luggage to their bedroom.

Before Dean can open his mouth to speak, someone comes running down the stairs. He stops mid-way to stare at them.

"Anna?" The brunette asks. His voice suggests that he's both surprised and delighted.

"Cassie!" Anna cries and they both run to each other to meet and hug at the bottom of the stairs. Cassie practically lifts Anna off her feet. "I thought you were going overseas with Mum and Dad!" She enthuses.

"Yeah," Castiel begins, "but it was such a hectic semester… I just wanted to relax this summer." The brunette guy eyes Dean, "I didn't know you were going to be here," he smiles awkwardly. "I can… make other plans if you-,"

"Don't be silly!" Anna beams, "The house is so big I probably won't see you as it is!" Anna hugs her brother again. She's a little disappointed that she won't have as much privacy with Dean as she thought but she hardly ever gets quality time with Cassie anymore!

Dean stands awkwardly behind Anna, "Who's this?" Castiel finally asks.

"Oh!" Anna cries and laughs like she just remembered that Dean is still standing there, "Cassie, this is Dean, a friend of mine," she gestures with her hands, "Dean, this is my little brother Cassie."

Castiel rolls his eyes but grins, nonetheless as he extends his hand, "Castiel," he amends, "Nice to meet you."

Dean shakes his hand, "Dean," he says, "you too."

"Well," Anna begins, "I'm going to quickly use the ladies room… you two can get better acquainted." Anna skips up the stairs and Dean is left standing with a stranger.

Castiel grins awkwardly, "I, uhh… how about I give you a tour?" He asks.

"Yeah," Dean agrees eagerly, "that'd be great."

Castiel leads Dean into the kitchen and then the living room – both are magnificent and, Dean would never say aloud, decadent. Then Castiel leads him out the back to an enormous pool with deck chairs sitting by it.

"So," Castiel begins, "You and Anna?" He asks and Dean's heart stops. Is he about to get the 'what are your intentions with my sister?' speech? "I didn't even know she was seeing someone…" Castiel laughs, "I guess that's what passes for communication in this family."

Castiel digs his hands into his pockets and starts walking mindlessly. Dean follows.

"Uhh, yeah," Dean agrees and coughs uncomfortably, "but uhh… it's not really like that… Anna's kind of like my best friend."

"With benefits?" Castiel asks before he's able to stop himself.

Dean looks like a deer caught in headlights, "I, uhh…"

Castiel smiles, "Relax, Dean," he says, "I'm not gonna… punch you or anything… Anna can take care of herself… I was just…" Castiel shrugs, "curious."

Dean frowns and almost laughs, "About whether or not I'm doing your sister?" He didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out. He expects Castiel to turn on him but, instead, he bursts out laughing.

"I guess… when you put it that way… I sound sick," he says, "I guess… I just want to know if… I should make myself scarce on occasion…" Castiel's still chuckling, "I guess what I want to know is will you be needing privacy?"

"I think we'll be okay," Dean responds.

"I wouldn't want to cramp your style," Castiel grins.

"You mean you don't want to salt my game?" Dean asks and Castiel chuckles again.

"Exactly," he says, "maybe we should have a secret sign to let me know… I'm a little oblivious sometimes when it comes to social interactions… I don't realise when someone's subtly trying to hint that I'm overstaying my welcome."

Dean raises an eyebrow, "Like a code word?"

Castiel laughs again, "Sure," he agrees.

"Funky town," Dean says quickly and Castiel laughs even harder. Dean joins in.

"Funky town," Castiel agrees, "that's… great."

"Well, thanks for being so cool, Cas," Dean says appreciatively, "meeting family members is… not usually something I'm… good at."

Castiel frowns, "Cas?" He asks.

"Oh," Dean begins, "do you not like that?"

Cas shakes his head, "No, it's great," he dismisses, "I'm used to Cassie and… I really don't like that."

Dean grins, "I'll make a mental note of it."

"There you are!" Anna interrupts and only now do they both realise that they've unthinkingly done a lap of the pool. "I thought I lost you," she grins and then latches onto Dean's arm, "c'mon, I wanna show you the rest of the house!"

Dean waves goodbye to Cas as Anna tugs him back into the house. Cas lazily waves back.

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Cas looks up from his book to smile at the maid as she puts his lemonade on the table next to his occupied deck chair.

"Thanks Maria," Cas says. She returns a smile and disappears back into the house. Cas' eyes drift back to his book.

He usually doesn't like reading by the pool – he has to wear sunglasses, even though he's sitting under an umbrella, just so the light reflecting off the water doesn't burn his retinas – but he could hear Anna and Dean from the library and he thought he should at least get out of the house for them.

He's been trying to keep his distance for the last few days. He wants to prove to his sister that she and Dean will have all the privacy they want. If he'd known that they would be here, he would've gone to Europe with his folks but he didn't so he's stuck here for the summer and he doesn't want to be a nuisance.

He just starts another chapter when he's disrupted.

"Hey Cas," Dean greets, heading towards him in nothing but a pair of board shorts.

"Hey," Cas responds. Dean throws his towel on the recliner next to Cas.

"You swimming?" He asks. Cas looks down at himself. He's wearing appropriate clothing. During his stays here, he usually only ever rocks around in swimming trunks. Even if he doesn't plan on swimming.

"Uhh, probably not," Cas says and gestures to his book, "reading."

Dean grins down at him, "C'mon… I bet you can dive like a pro," Dean gestures to the diving board that's taller than he is, "growing up with that thing in your house."

Cas smiles, he really likes Dean. Of all Anna's boyfriends, Dean's his favourite. Well, of all the boys-who-are-her-friends. He's funny and laid back but, most of all, he always makes the effort to talk to Cas. Any other guy might not treat him as nicely for hanging around and 'salting his game' – as Dean put it. Dean doesn't seem to care.

Cas chuckles, "You have no idea," he jokes, "I'm the undefeated belly flop champion."

Dean cackles, "That I'd like to see," he says before jumping into the pool. He resurfaces and runs his hands through his hair, making him look very refined.

Cas has to force himself to return his eyes to his book. When he looks up again, Dean's sitting on the edge of the pool with just his feet in the water. He's facing Cas but his eyes are on his feet. Cas goes to open his mouth and start a conversation but his eyes fall on Anna, who's walking over in her bikini. She sneaks up behind Dean and pushes him in. Anna giggles delightfully and Cas chuckles too. Dean resurfaces.

"You're gonna pay for that!" Dean cries and reaches up to grab Anna. She tries to pull away but he's got her by the wrist. She screams as Dean pulls her in. Cas laughs loudly as Anna comes up for air and splashes Dean and he splashes her back. He grabs her and she giggles hysterically. Dean laughs too when she puts all her weight on his shoulders, trying to dunk him under but having no luck.

Dean just stands there, unmoving, "You're attempts are pathetic," he says.

"I'm going to make you eat your words, Winchester," she groans.

Dean simply laughs, grabs her by the waist and throws her, causing a huge splash that even sprays Cas with water.

Cas watches their display a little sadly. They look so carefree and happy. Cas has never had a relationship like that – friendship or other.

They simmer down and Anna swims to the edge and rests her chin on her forearms, "Come in, Cas," Anna pleads.

Cas shakes his head but smiles, "No thank you," he respectfully declines. Dean sneaks up behind her and wraps his arm around her shoulders.

"I already tried," he tells her, "Cassie's being a party pooper." Cas glares at Dean who then puts his hands up in surrender, "Cas…" he amends, "is being a party pooper."

Cas smiles.

Dean leans in and kisses Anna on the cheek, "I'm going to get a beer," he tells her before launching out of the pool. Cas finds Dean so very interesting. He gets absolutely everything himself, he never asks or even usually accepts maid service. He didn't even let the butler drive his car to the garage on the day of his arrival. "Do you want anything?" He asks.

"I'd love an ice tea," Anna smiles.

"Cas? You want anything?" Dean turns his eyes on Cas.

"Uhh, sure," he smiles.

Dean heads inside, "He's so polite," Cas acknowledges like it's strange.

Anna grins widely, "You like him?"

Cas nods, "He's cool," he says and Anna smiles even bigger. Cas eyes the empty glass sitting next to him. He figures he should probably take that inside before he gets another one. Maria always gives him the eye of shame when he makes unnecessary mess.

"I'll be back," he assures Anna as he follows Dean inside with the empty glass in his hand. He pushes against the swinging door to enter the kitchen and he's met with a loud crash and something hard resisting the door. The door swings back and Dean's standing on the other side with a tray of broken glass and spilt liquid at his feet.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," Cas apologises. He looks Dean up and down and notices the deep red colour of blood from where Cas broke the glasses against his torso, "shit, you're bleeding."

Dean looks down, "Oh," he says in surprise.

"Dean, I'm so sorry," Cas repeats.

Dean kind of scoffs, "Don't worry, Cas," he dismisses, "I'm fine."

Cas shakes his head, "Come into the living room, I'll take care of it." Dean steps out of the pile of broken glass carefully.

"I'm really okay," he tries to shake Cas off.

Cas runs around the island in the kitchen and opens a draw. He returns to Dean with a little pack in his hands. "C'mon," he gestures for Dean to follow him and opens the door leading to the living room.

Dean looks back at the shattered glass, "Shouldn't I clean that up?" He asks.

"No, don't worry… c'mon," Cas insists.

Dean follows just to appease Cas, "Really, Cas, I'm fine," he tries again. "I don't need first aid."

Cas leads Dean to the couch, "Lie down, I'll take care of it… you may have glass in there." Cas sits on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Cas…" Dean begins.

"Please Dean?" Cas pleads with his eyes.

Dean can't say no. He rolls his eyes and moves to lie down on the couch, "This is unnecessary," he mutters.

Cas smiles, "Trust me, Dean," he says, "I'm pre-med."

Dean chuckles, "Yeah, Anna mentioned."

Cas unzips the little black bag and moves to kneel in front of Dean. He wets a clean piece of cloth with some anti-septic liquid. "This may sting," he tells Dean.

Dean scoffs, "Please, I have an extre-ahh," Dean hisses as Cas runs the cloth over a cut on Dean's chest.

Cas chuckles lightly, "Sorry," he whispers. When Cas is satisfied that the cut is clean, he presses a bandage over the wound. He then moves to the one on the opposite side, on Dean's ribcage. He cleans and dresses it.

The simple act of aiding Dean is… somehow… oddly intimate. He tells himself it's just because Dean's shirtless that makes him feel as if they should be behind locked doors.

The final cut is the worse. It's long and sits halfway between Dean's belly button and hip bone and disappears down the hem of his pants.

"Um, Dean," Cas begins awkwardly.

"Yeah?" Dean responds.

"Your, uhh… the cut is…" Cas licks his lips, "I can't see it all because it's hiding under your pants."

"Oh!" Dean cries, "Right, sure," he says and he slips his thumbs under his shorts and slides them down and inch. "Is that alright?" He asks.

Cas swallows, "Yes," he says nervously. With Dean's pants so low, Cas can almost see a trail of hair and the wound is perfectly visible. Cas starts cleaning it. He pats against the wound softly and drifts down until he's trailing right at the edge. Cas' finger grazes Dean's skin and it feels like an electric current just ran through his body. What was that? He thinks. Cas spares a glance at Dean's face and his breathing is even – too even. Dean looks like he's concentrating but Cas doesn't know what on.

"Does that hurt?" Cas asks in a whisper.

"No, it feels good," Dean answers quickly but then he shakes his head, "I mean," he corrects, "it's fine."

Cas bites his lip as he seals Dean's cut with another bandage, running his fingertips over the skin of Dean's hip, purposely spilling over the edge of the bandage. He knows he's done but he doesn't want to stop.

"I, uhh," his voice comes out shaky, "I'm going to just check if you're bruised or if there's glass anywhere I don't see."

"Okay," Dean agrees in a quiet voice. Cas runs his hands softly over Dean's stomach, pressing his fingertips into Dean's skin.

"Just tell me if you're uncomfortable," Cas whispers.

Dean nods and looks at Cas. As Cas trails his hands up to Dean's chest, he watches Dean press his lips into a hard line.

"Does that hurt?" He asks but Dean shakes his head.

"No," he whispers breathlessly. Cas continues. He doesn't quite understand why he can't stop. He can't stop running his hands over Dean. He can't help the sensations running through his body. He runs a hand over Dean's pectoral and his pinkie finger accidently grazes Dean's nipple. A soft, almost inaudible moan escapes Dean and Cas freezes. That noise, he thinks. Cas can't explain it but it does something to him. He feels his groin twitch. It can't be right. That usually doesn't happen as a result of cleaning wounds and, certainly not when touching men. There's just something about Dean.

Dean bites his lip and closes his eyes. He hadn't meant to make that sound.

"Did that hurt?" Cas asks.

"No," Dean says, "just…" he licks his lips and finally opens his eyes, "sensitive." He looks to Cas who looks as curious as he feels. Cas runs a finger over Dean's nipple only, this time, it's on purpose. He expects Dean to stop him but he doesn't.

"Is that… sensitive?" Cas asks and Dean nods.

"Yeah," he agrees. Cas continues to run his finger over the nub in a circular motion. Cas lick his lips and trails his hand down Dean's body again. His eyes fall on the hard bulge beneath Dean's pants.

Cas argues with himself. Don't do it, he tells himself but he wants to, he's never wanted something more than to touch Dean there… right now. He doesn't understand the urge but he knows it's there.

Dean attempts to keep his breathing under control. This is crazy, he thinks. He's never had these feelings before, certainly not with a guy and most definitely not with his best friends' little brother. Cas started touching him and it was like he was on fire. Every inch of his skin prickled excitedly. He can't explain it he just knows he wants it, he wants it so bad. Please, he begs Cas in his head, just touch me.

Cas watches Dean lightly tug his pants even lower and he takes that as a sign. He runs his hand over Dean's hardness and grasps it tightly.

Dean groans and Cas can't believe how unbelievable sexy that sound is. Dean's eyes lock with Cas' and they both know what the other is thinking: 'I don't know what's happening but I like it' coupled with 'we shouldn't be doing this but, please god, don't stop'. Cas can't help it when he slides a hand down Dean's pants and revels in the glory of putting skin to skin. Dean whimpers softly at the contact and his lids fall over his eyes. Cas starts running his hand up and down Dean's member. He grows frustrated by the restrictions and pulls Dean out of his pants and starts moving faster. Cas feeds on every soft noise out of Dean. His strokes grow more intense as he watches Dean's expression. The crease between his eyebrows deepens and his lips part as he sucks in a lustful breath. Dean's hand falls off the couch and onto Cas' knee. As he builds, he grips Cas' leg tightly. He digs his nails in as he erupts onto his stomach and groans.

Cas retracts his hands. Now that the moment has passed, it's awkward again. Dean looks at him and neither of them know what to say. Cas picks up a cloth and quickly wipes Dean's stomach down.

"You're, umm," he stutters, "you're… good," he says before quickly getting up and walking away.

Dean leans his head back and sighs, "What the fuck?" He whispers to himself. He just let his best friend's little brother give him a hand job. That's so fucked up and yet, he's never had a hotter experience in his life.