"I am going to have to leave know," Gabriel frowned at Castiel, not wanting to leave him behind. It was Gabriel's job to make sure that Castiel got settled on earth. I was hard losing one's grace and there was an adjustment period. Gabriel made sure that Castiel had an apartment, that was paid for, for as long as Castiel wanted to be there and that it was furnished with everything that he would need. Then once he had Castiel settled, it was time to leave. They were not allowed to be in contact again. "Good luck."

"Yeah," Castiel whispered to himself as Gabriel disappeared. "Luck."

For weeks, Castiel laid around the apartment. He had watched every show that he could think of, though he knew there were many more. Depression, or at least that is what he believed it to be, was taking control of him. He was wasting away. Angels were not meant to be humans. If only he had followed the rules, he would not be in this situation.

As time went on, things began to get worse and then it happened. He ran out of food. Castiel did not really think about the food that he was eating at the time, never needing food to survive before now. But now it was almost gone and he had very little money to his name. He had two choices, he could be human or he could let himself die. He was not ready to die.

Though the search was not as easy as he imagined it would be, Castiel finally found a job. He was going to be working as a bartender a few miles from his home. He did not have any experience but he was a quick learner and the owner decided to give him a job. Castiel spent the week before his start date learning all that he could about bartending, making sure that he was ready. Then finally, the day arrived.

The first night on the job was going smoothly. It was a Tuesday night and it was not busy at all. The owner said that he would have a couple other bartenders work the weekends until Castiel got a little more used to the job. Castiel appreciated that he was allowing him to start slow.

"Dean," A girl at a corner table called, waving, the biggest smile plastered across her face. Castiel followed her eyes to the door, his first sighting of Dean.

Dean walked in like a scene from one of the movies that Castiel had watched. Though time was in fact moving, Dean seemed to be going in slow motion, giving Castiel time to take in every inch of him. From his dirty blond hair, over his leather jacket, all the way down his tight jeans, until his eyes hit the boots that were making their way across the floor.

It does not take Castiel long to realize that Dean had a way with the ladies. Every lady in the bar seemed to know Dean in some way or another. Castiel could not blame them, though he was not sure what it meant, he could not seem to stop looking at Dean either. If only he were still an angel, then he might be able to see what it is about this Dean that makes him this way.

That night, Dean was all that Castiel could think about and Wednesday when he returned to work, the only thing Castiel hoped for was for Dean to come back in. As night fell, Castiel's hopes came to reality when Dean walked in through the door. A few people called his name and told him hi but this time he did not walk over to join them. He made his way up to the bar and took a seat.

"You're new here, right?" Dean asked. Castiel took a moment to register that he was the only one behind the bar and that Dean was talking to him.

"Yes," Castiel answered very matter-of-fact. "Last night was my first night."

"Yeah," Dean smiled at Castiel and Castiel developed a very illogical feeling to run away. "They needed some new blood in here. I am Dean, by the way."

"That is what I hear," Castiel let out a nervous laugh and put out his hand to shake Dean's. Dean took his hand in a firm grip, almost too much for Castiel, but he was not going to pull away. "I am Castiel."

"Castiel?" Dean repeated his name questioningly. "That is a name you don't hear every day or ever for that matter."

"It was the name of an angel," Castiel felt a tinge of pain when the words came out. It was no longer the name of an angel though, it was the name of a human.

"An angel huh?" Dean raised his eyebrows at Castiel. "Sounds like a good choice then."

Castiel and Dean talked for the remainder of Castiel's shift. There were a few times when a girl would come sit by Dean but he would brush them off eventually and get back to whatever conversation him and Castiel were having. As much as he was loving the attention and the new-found friendship, Castiel almost wished that Dean was not talking to him. Castiel did not really have a back story for his life prepared. Hopefully he would remember the slight lies that he had to tell to pass as someone who had been human their entire life.

"I need to lock up now," Castiel told Dean as he began to turn everything off. As much as he did not want to tell Dean to get out, he had a job to do and rules to follow. "Thank you for keeping me company."

"Anytime angel," Dean gave Castiel a shit eating grin as he stood up from his barstool and headed for the door. "I will see you around."

"I would like that," Castiel smiled, not sure if that was the most appropriate response, but it felt like the right one for him. And just like that, Dean was gone.

Castiel closed out the register and began to clean up the place. He then put the money in the safe, locked all the inside doors that needed locked, checked the bathrooms one last time to make sure there were no stragglers and then exited through the back door, locking it behind him.

"Is that your bike?" Castiel jumped, turning around quickly to see Dean smiling at him through the rain, pointing at his bike. It was not a fancy car or a crappy car for that matter, it was just a bike that his neighbor no longer used and offered it to Castiel to get back and forth to work. It took Castiel a few days to learn how to properly use the thing, but now it was a decent way of getting from one place to the other.

"Yeah," Castiel nodded, unhooking the chain and placing it into the bag on the back.

"Would you and that bike like a ride?" Dean offered, pointing at a truck only a few feet away from them. "It can't be much fun riding home in this weather."

"I would like that a lot," Dean walked over and grabbed Castiel's bike and began walking toward the truck. It took Castiel a minute but soon he located his feet and followed. Something about Dean made him nervous, even after getting to know him over the course of the evening. "I don't live far."

"All the better," Dean smiled. He opened the passenger side door for Castiel and Castiel climbed in, quickly fastened his seat belt. They were constantly showing ads on the television about the importance of wearing your seat belt. Castiel did not want to go against the human way of doing things, even though it was not the most comfortable thing.

Dean and Castiel drove in silence, which Castiel was grateful for. He was still having trouble with this conversation making, though it seemed to come easy for Dean. Dean had more experience than Castiel had, however. Castiel hoped to catch on quickly, as a bartender, people tend to talk to you often and he is going to need to know how to converse with them.

"It is these apartments right here," Castiel pointed to a small apartment complex that was located between two bigger ones. It was nothing fancy. It was small and on the cheaper side, but it worked for Castiel. It had one bedroom, a bathroom, a living room, a kitchen and a back patio. What more did he really need?

Dean pulled into the apartment complex parking lot and turned off the engine. They sat quietly for a few moments, looking out of the dimly lit building. It was almost three in the morning so there was no one awake, and if there was, they were not making it known to anyone else.

"Thank you for the ride," Castiel turned to Dean, breaking the silence. "My bike and I greatly appreciate it."

"Any time," Dean smiled. "Hey, do you think I might be able to use your restroom. Those beers are beginning to hit my bladder."

"Of course," Castiel quickly unbuckled his seat belt and let himself out of the truck. Dean was close behind him, grabbing Castiel's bike from the back. "Right this way."

Castiel lived on the top floor in the corner. He liked his apartment. It was a corner away from the street, so it was quiet most of the time. His downstairs neighbor was a military guy who was hardly ever home. The man next store was elderly and Castiel never really saw him leaving his apartment and he had yet to meet the person below on the other side. So far, everyone really seemed to keep to themselves.

Castiel unlocked his door and pushed it open. He flicked the light on and suddenly became ashamed. Castiel did not really have much that screamed home. He had a couch, a coffee table, two end tables, a lamp and a television sitting on a tv stand. It was all basic. This pattern kept itself up throughout the house. In the kitchen, he had a small table with two chairs, basic kitchen accessories and random dishes, none of which matched each other. In the bedroom, it was worse. All he had was a queen-sized bed, a dresser and a nightstand with a small lamp and an alarm clock. There was nothing on the walls, nothing that screamed he had ever existed before a month ago.

"Cozy," Dean commented when he entered Castiel's small apartment and Castiel knew he had to be making a joke of some kind.

"My family did not really believe in personal belongings," Castiel tried to make up a reason as to why he had nothing of a personal nature. "So, when I finally left home and ended up here, I did not have much. Just the random bits of furniture that I picked up along the way."

"It's cool," Dean smiled, making his way into the middle of Castiel's living room. "Better than my place. I mean, I have lots of stuff and so does my brother, who I live with. But we have so much stuff that it's a real disaster. At least this place looks easy to keep clean."

Castiel was not sure if Dean was humoring him or if he truly liked what Castiel had. Castiel decided not to dwell on it. He raised his hand up and began to point down the hall. "First door on the right is the bathroom."

"Thanks man," Dean turned and soon he was gone, leaving Castiel standing alone. He was not sure what he was supposed to do. Normally, he would go into the bathroom, take off his clothes and get into the shower. He couldn't very well do that now; the bathroom being occupied.

Castiel took off his jacket, leaning it over the edge of the couch and then kicked off his shoes into the corner. Without having an idea of how to act, he sat down on the couch and waited for things in his house to go back to normal. Dean would be leaving soon and he could get on with his routine.

Dean made his way back into the living room and stared down at Castiel. He then made his way toward the front door. Castiel got up quickly, wanting to be polite and let him out.

"Thank you for the ride," Castiel thanked Dean once again. "It is nice to be dry when I get home for a change."

"Like I said," Dean turned around and smiled at him. "Anytime."

Dean stopped moving for the door and just stood there in front of Castiel, looking him over. Castiel wondered if something was out of place or if his zipper was undone. That had happened to him once before on the bus and some lady politely let him know. He had no idea how long he had been like that and was quite embarrassed the rest of the day.

"What is it about you?" Dean suddenly asked, taking a slight step closer to Castiel.

"I don't understand what you mean," Castiel's confusion took over once again. Being human was a lot harder than he realized it was going to be.

Before Castiel could get an answer, Dean was pressed up against him, his lips pressed against his own. Castiel was not sure what to do. He had never been in this situation. He understood what kissing was and the concept behind it but he had never done it himself. He was not sure of the actual method one had to use. So Castiel simply stood there, letting Dean kiss him.

"Do you want me to stop?" Dean pulled away, a look between nervous and scared on his face.

Castiel shook his head no. He did not want it to stop, he just wished that he could do it better. For being the angel that got banned from Heaven for loving humans too much, Castiel still had no idea how to be one.

"Where is your bedroom?" Dean asked Castiel, again confusing him.

"First door on the left," Castiel answered.

Soon Dean's lips were pressed back against Castiel's. Castiel paid attention to the movements that Dean was making and worked to mimic them the best that he could. He pressed back against Dean's mouth, not too hard though, since there was already quite a bit of pressure. He then began to move his hands up to rest on Dean's sides. It was the easiest place to reach, Dean's hands reaching back behind Castiel's head to hold them together.

Soon they were moving. Castiel was nervous that he was going to run into something with them walking backwards, but Dean led them safely into the room and pushed Castiel down onto the bed. Dean looked down at him for a moment and then removed his shirt. Castiel was even more nervous now, was he going to have to remove his shirt as well?

Dean moved onto the bed and straddled himself over Castiel's hips, holding him to the bed. Their lips met again shortly thereafter and everything seemed to disappear. All Castiel could focus on was Dean kissing his lips, his cheeks, his neck. There were small sounds escaping as mouth that Castiel had never heard or made before but now they came out so simply.

Dean reached down between them and began to tug at Castiel's shirt. Though he had been nervous about taking it off before, he welcomed the idea now, lifting himself up to help Dean remove it and then watched as it was tossed to the floor.

"Dean," Castiel called out and Dean stopped, waiting to hear what Castiel was going to say but all he could do was throw his head back against the pillow. Dean took that as a good sign and moved back over Castiel, sucking his bottom lip up into his mouth. Castiel groaned at the feeling and the slight pain that came from Dean biting down on his lip.

Dean let go of Castiel's lip and began to kiss down Castiel's neck and down to his chest. Dean took a nipple into his mouth, licking over it and slightly grazing it with his teeth before moving over to the other and repeating the process. Castiel moaned out in pleasure, his hand reaching over and running through Dean's hair, a motion he was unable to control, but again, it felt right.

Dean teased over Castiel's nipples for a while before working the kisses down to his abdomen. He licked circles and bit at the skin around his navel before kissing down and along the line of Castiel's pants. How far was this going to go? Would there be a point at which Castiel would stop whatever was happening?

Dean continued to kiss at Castiel's stomach as he reached up and unbuttoned his jeans. With a quickly motion, Dean had Castiel's pants and boxers down around his ankles and soon they were right along with his shirt on the floor. He was completely naked and in front of Dean, a man he had barely knew but felt like he had known forever.

"Have you ever been with a man before?" Dean looked up at Castiel as he kissed along his hip bones, slightly nibbling at the skin.

"Never been with anyone," Castiel admitted, though he was sure that was something he should have kept to himself.

"At all," Dean stopped what he was doing, though Castiel's hard cock was teasing him.

"No one," Castiel admitted again, looking down at Dean, fearing that he had just ended whatever was about to happen.

So," Dean kissed at his stomach again and then ran his nose up the length of Castiel's cock, causing it to twitch. "Then no one has sucked your cock before?"

"Never," Castiel groaned at the pain. He was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. He wanted to reach down and grab it but he knew that was not the best option for him.

"Well hold on then," Dean winked up at Castiel and slipped the tip of Castiel's cock into his mouth. His mouth was warm and wet and the greatest thing that Castiel had ever felt, as both a human and as an angel. There were no words that could describe what he was currently feeling.

Dean worked slowly up and down Castiel's cock until he had the entire thing in his mouth. As Castiel's cock hit the back of Dean's throat, Castiel cried out, gripping the bedspread between his fingers. Dean moaned around Castiel's cock at the sight of his reaction and began to speed up. Taking all Castiel's cock into his mouth and then pulling back up to suck on just the tip. Castiel arched his back against this movements and thrust his hips up against Dean's mouth, the pleasure becoming too much for him.

"Dean," Castiel cried out loudly, his eyes fluttering open wide and his grip on the bed becoming so tight that his knuckles were turning white. "Dean."

Dean knew what this meant and refused to pull back. Instead, he grabbed a hold of Castiel's hips and held him down tightly to the bed as he sucked Castiel into his very first orgasm. Castiel screamed, which worried Dean a little because of what the neighbors might think but that did not stop him from swallowing every drop that Castiel shot down the back of his throat.

Soon it went quiet and Dean loosened his grip and pulled away from Castiel's cock, making a slight pop noise when his mouth disconnected from it. "How was that for your first time, angel?"

Castiel could not speak, his mind was racing and his body felt like it was on fire but a good fire, not one you struggled to get away from. He wanted more but he knew from the way his body felt that he would not be able to handle much more of anything.

"Thank you," Castiel finally spoke, the only words that could form in his brain. Dean laughed at him and climbed over his body, pressing his lips once again to Castiel's mouth. Dean's lips were warm and salty and Castiel could not help but run his tongue over them. This caused Dean to moan.

"Welcome," Dean laughed, rolling over onto the bed beside Castiel.

Dean ran his fingers over Castiel's arm as he watched him recover. He had never seen anyone react that way to an orgasm, but it was the man's first time having on and it was different for everyone the first time. Dean cussed a lot the first time he had an orgasm from someone sucking on his cock.

"I am going to go clean up a little," Dean kissed Castiel again and got up from the bed, grabbing his shirt off from the floor and pulling it over his head. He then made his way out of the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

Castiel laid there for a few minutes, trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened and waiting for Dean to return. But he didn't. After a little time passed and Castiel was able to regain control of his legs, he went to check and make sure that Dean was okay. But he was gone. The bathroom, kitchen and living room were all empty. He had just left.

Castiel suddenly lost the good feelings that were rushing through his body and the depressing he had felt the week before sank back over him. He had done something wrong.