(Author's Note: This is part six to my original fic, Virgin Graces. This is probably the longest thing I've ever written, so I offer my praise to you, if you've read the entire story. :) For all you new readers, Virgin Graces, Desecrating the Impala, Deceiving Sam, Birds and Bees, True Vessels, and now Strong Words all include vulgar, explicit smut and some good humor. If you have not read the first five parts, I recommend taking a look at them, just to better understand what's happening. You may, however, be may fine starting here. Either way, please enjoy the story!)

Dean looked around the diner until he spotted his little brother. It wasn't hard, of course, because Sam was the tallest person in the room. He was sitting at the bar, gnawing on a cheeseburger while a waitress eye-balled him from a distance. Dean strode up to sit on the vacant stool beside him. There was a weird favor he hoped Sam would help him with.

"Hey, man," Dean said, nudging his little brother's shoulder.

"Hey," Sam replied with his mouth full, looking at Dean with surprise, "you weren't gone very long. Did Cas like the card?"

Dean smiled, recalling Cas's reaction. He turned to glance out the diner window, where there was a clear view of his Impala. Cas was sitting in the front seat, looking downward. He was probably still staring at his ID card; just like he had for the past few hours.

"Oh yeah," Dean answered, looking back to Sam, "It might as well be made out of gold, to him. You did a good job, Sammy. Thanks."

"No problem,...I guess," Sam replied.

As Sam took another bite from his sandwich, Dean cleared his throat. He knew what he needed to ask was going to be a little off-putting to his brother. He shifted closer to him, to talk quietly.

"Sam, do you think you could, uh, possibly do me another favor?" Dean asked casually.

Sam sighed. "What do you want, now?"

"I was wondering if Cas could hang out with you for an hour or so," Dean said, fiddling with the napkin on the bar.

Sam put his burger back on the plate before looking strangely at Dean.

"I thought you wanted to spend every waking hour with him," he said, "why do you want him to hang out with me?"

"Just for an hour. I've got some stuff I gotta do."

"What stuff?" Sam asked.

Dean swallowed harshly. Now, it was time for the weird part. He glanced around making sure no one was close enough to hear him.

"Look, I'm going to a sex shop, okay? Can you just watch him for me?" Dean said quickly.

"What?" Sam said, sounding confused, "Then, why don't you just take him with you?"

Dean sighed. If only Sam knew how just the mere mention of anything sexual could flip Cas's switch... He turned in his chair again.

"See that guy out there in the Impala?" Dean said, pointing to Cas, "He may look like an innocent tax accountant with a shiny halo, but lemme tell you something, Sam,...some of the things we've done could make a whore blush."

For a moment, Sam looked like he was going to spit his food back out.

"God, Dean," he grumbled, "that's sick."

"I can't take him into a store like that," Dean explained, "he would be knocking down the displays with his boner. He'd end up humping my leg or something -"

"Stop!" Sam begged, turning away, "please stop."

"Will you watch him?" Dean asked, hopeful.

"Dean," Sam said, turning back with seriousness, "I am not going to babysit your angel boyfriend just so you can go stock up on lube and condoms!"

Dean gulped at Sam's loud words. They both looked sideways across the counter, to a waitress who had been passing by. She hesitated by them for a moment, giving them a strange look, before continuing on. Dean could feel the heat rising in his face.

"Keep your damn voice down, Sammy," he whispered angrily.

"Just take him with you," Sam said, sounding final, "he doesn't like being apart from you anyway."

Dean glanced out the diner window again. Cas was staring back at him through the car windshield, a small smile resting on his lips. The angel looked so damn happy to be waiting on Dean to come back. He was like a little puppy or something...A cute, sex-crazed puppy who had a thing for bees. The man grinned a little, realizing he didn't like to be apart from him either...

"Fine," Dean sighed, standing up from the seat, "I'll take him. But don't be surprised if you end up having to bail us out of jail for indecent exposure."

"I'm sure you'll be okay," Sam said, picking his sandwich back up.

Dean swiftly plucked the burger from his brother's hand. He took a gigantic bite of it while Sam gave him a mega bitch face.

"Thanks for the rest of the burger, Sammy," Dean grinned, leaning close, "and, for the record, we don't use condoms."

Sam groaned loudly in disgust while Dean strutted away, grinning as he finished off the sandwich.

(Author's Note: Ah, I love messing with poor Sammy. :) As you can tell, the next chapter will have some awkward smutty-ness. Thank you all for the replies at the end of part five! I'm happy to keep writing if you're happy to keep reading. :) By the way, I just love hearing those stories from you guys about "staying up 'til 4 in the morning" just to read this story. You have no idea how warm and fuzzy that stuff makes me feel. :) I'm glad I can offer my fellow shippers a good read. Chapter two is on the way.)