Ch.1

Dean collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. It had been a long night of close encounters, with little to no clues on what they were hunting. Sam shuffled into the shabby motel room and sat in one of the desk chairs. "I don't know, Dean. It makes no sense." Dean, remaining flat on the bed, spoke up. "Its only the first night. The first...very...long...night." It was depressing to think about. The Winchesters were used to getting home early in the morning; maybe 2 or 3 am. This time they had been on the hunt about 13 hours, returning home at 6:30 in the morning.

"Maybe Cas knows what we're up against." Sam pondered. Dean sat up in a hurry. "What was that?" "Cas...maybe he knows." Dean shook his head. "We don't need Cas to do our job for us. If you forgot, we've been doing this all our lives-he's done this for maybe a year or two." "Yeah, with us,Dean." Sam scoffed, "All I'm saying is that he's been around for-thousands of years. He's seen lots of things." The blonde settled back into the bed. "Whatever."

"I know what this is about"

Dean bolted up again. "About? Then tell me, Sam. What is this 'about'?" Sam smirked, "I cannot believe you are getting this worked up, this is totally what this is about." "SAM-" "I should probably just tell you but-" "SAM". "Alright, alright" Sam sighed. It was had not to miss the big grin plastered over the younger Winchester's face.

"This is about you finding Cas attractive."

" GOD, SAM. Again with this?" "Yes again with this, Dean. Do you think I'm blind? I see the way you two look at each other. It's nothing to be offended about...it-it happens. Love happens, Dean. Male, female, or winged." Dean shook his head, "I'm not...gay, Sam. I've done chicks. Lots ofchicks." His younger brother folded his hands in his lap. "So then you're bisexual. No big deal. You're obsessed with this idea that sexuality is black and white; gay or straight. It's not. You're in the middle, enjoy it. Talk to Cas." Dean, now thoroughly annoyed, lay back down on the bed. Sam got the hint and got up. "Say, I'm going to go to the library. Read up on some facts, maybe grab us some breakfast. You just...uh..sleep"

The door clicked shut, leaving Dean alone in the dark motel room.

He closed his eyes and tried clearing his head, but unfortunately, no such luck. A familiar angel in beige seemed to be invading his thoughts. He's not attractive. Not at all. Not with that nasty old trench coat that hasn't been washed since he jumped his meat -suit. His..surprisingly toned meat suit. Actually, if he lost the coat that made him look like an amorphous blob, Cas could look pretty snappy. Dean cracked a slight smile at the thought. When was the last time he wore just the blazer? I've seen him without the blazer. That wasn't too bad, actually. He has a nice torso. Dean snapped out of his thoughts as the clock beside his bed started to ring. It was 7 a.m, and Dean suddenly became aware of his sleep deprivation. Sam was out studying, so it wouldn't help him to be cranky. With that the elder Winchester drifted into sleep, taking his thoughts with him.

He was in a dark room with...a mannequin of Castiel. The mannequin looked so real and life like that for a moment Dean actually thought it was alive. "Cas, you gotta stop messing with my sleep." No response. "So it really is a doll." He reached out and brushed a hand against the faux Castiel's face- surprised not to feel cheap hard plastic but instead smooth flexible latex. "A really well thought out doll." Which put a thought into Dean's mind. "How well thought out are you?"

Quickly Dean removed the old dirty trench coat and tossed it aside. You do look nice without this nasty old thing, Cas. Sorry I doubted you. Yet that wasn't really what Dean had in mind. Taking things quickly, the blond loosened and removed the tie off the mannequin, then allowed himself to unbutton the white dress shirt-all without removing the clean black blazer. "How can one man wear so many layers and not get irritated." he mumbled, finally peeling off the blazer and tossing it by the coat. The dress shirt was almost unbuttoned, leaving a large open area of white skin exposed for Dean to inspect. "Well aren't you a fine specimen. Not being creepy, just admiring the detail put into this." Dean joked, looking up at the mannequin humorously. "Seriously, seriously accurate." Still, that wasn't enough. After all this was a doll, and technically Dean wasn't doing anything wrong. With the mannequin now made shirtless by a few more swift actions on Dean's part, the blond made a new decreed. "You wouldn't happen to be...ken doll status...would you now, Cas?" Silence. "Shall we find out?" Silence. "Okie Dokie."

It seemed just a little too easy (and a little too arousing) for Dean. After unbuckling the black belt, and removing it, Castiel's pants lowered considerably. "Thank god you don't wear skinny jeans. Wouldn't want to break a sweat." The pants came down easy, leaving Dean with the very last decision. "I've come this far. And this doll is extremely realistic. It'd be an artistic shame if someone were to have made a ken doll out of Cas. Or wouldn't it be, because he doesn't stand up for himself. I don't know, but either way the boxer briefs need to go."

He gripped onto the waistband of the briefs. "And, uh...no homo, buddy." *wink*

"Oh my g-"

"Dean. DEAN."

Dean awoke abruptly in the shabby motel room. Sitting up in a hurry he scanned the room. "What, yes, I'm up!"

And there he was.

Castiel cowering in the corner, naked, covering himself up with an old magazine.

"Something's happened, I need your help."

"You sure do."

TBC!

This is a couple of chapters long but Happy 18th Birthday, Mariya! I'm publishing chapter one early, but you won't get to see any of this until its your birthday soooo yeah.

There is some fun teasing going on I hope :D

~O-V-L