Chapter 1

CPOV

As I tuck in my collar of my regular dress shirt I stare at Dean, looking around to see if Sam was in the room. To my relief, Sam was in the bathroom doing god knows what in there; it has been about ten minutes since he walked in there. Dean was getting dressed so all he was in was a tank-top and his tight jeans,his tattoo almost visible through his cotton thin undershirt just enough exposer to make me feel a little uncomfortable. My eyes raked his face, admiring his chiseled jaw; to his neck that held the amulet, to his exposed muscles and where my hand print was forever pressed in his skin. I liked that, that he would have my mark on him, forever carrying a sign that I had touched him. When he finally looks up, it was a confused glance turning into a charismatic grin and wink. He chuckled lightly to himself and shook his head, as if trying to get something out of his head. I turned my head and bit my lip, feeling embarrassed that I got caught and fiddled with the cuffs of my jacket. I shouldn't be so attached to this being, but something draws me to him but then an invisible wall smacks us when we are almost there. I cleared my throat awkwardly, shook out my hair needing something to distract me. Dean would not, could not, feel that way that I feel about him. He is just naturally flirty; I've seen him do it to a thousand girls. Thinking about all those girls Dean toyed with; I reached for my tie and went to the mirror next to the bathroom door, looking at Dean through the glass. Even if he did feel the same, my vessel was male and he was looking for a female so I couldn't be compatible. I sighed and buttoned some of the buttons on my trench coat, waiting for everyone else to finish getting ready and for Sam to get his ass out of the bathroom; we had a job to do.

DPOV

When Sam left for the bathroom, I felt a little bit more relieved when his presence was gone. I just told him to take a shower and I guess he is doing a thorough job with it. Stretching a little bit, my mind replayed the dream I had last night. I was kissing a stranger, but it didn't feel like a stranger at all. I slid into my tank top and jeans in a blur, looking into the full length mirror at Cas. He was angelic and graceful, but seemed today a little uncoordinated and gangly. I looked away to try to find my shirt lying on the bed. I then felt a warm vibrating in my arm where the imprint was. CAS, it had to be him. I looked up in slight confusion and then turned into a smile when I saw his face. He was beautiful, and blushed when I winked at him. I then realized what I was doing and laughed a little, looking at my unlaced boots. Oh I liked him too much, and me doing this to him was just uncalled for. I should tell him, I was so close those last few times. I shook the idea out of my mind, Cas didn't like me, he was just being Castile. An angel that didn't know personal space, an angel that didn't understand porn, an angel that covered my mouth to save my life. He was my family, not a play thing for my amusement and pleasure. I really like him, but he was put into a male body and if not for that, I wouldn't be scared to tell my feelings for him. I just wish I didn't care what people think, that I wasn't cowardly when the thought of telling Cas about my feelings, but I can't do that right now. I looked into the mirror to see him buttoning his favorite and only coat, good lord that coat gone through everything. Sighing, I grabbed one of my many layers and slid my arms into the shirt; thinking about the stranger didn't feel so strange to me. It might be a sign, or maybe a warning for the future. I just guess we'll wait and see. God damn it, what the hell is Sam doing in there?