Okay so I was doing schoolwork and someone said the name Laura so naturally the song Tell Laura I Love Her started playing in my head, pretty soon Laura turned to Cass and well here it is! It'll be a short I'm thinking 3 chapters at the most cause I'm still trying to focus primarily on my other story If Man Is Still Alive.

~ Disclaimer ~ Sadly I do not own Supernatural, Tell Laura I Love Her, or anything else I reference in this story.

Tell Cass I Love Him Part 1: Of Wedding Rings and Stock Car Races

"Dean you know I love you no matter what. You give me everything I want and then some. Stop worrying about it." Castiel looked down to his boyfriend with a smile.

Dean sighed and pulled Castiel closer to him,"But I want to." He slip one hand down Castiel's side, resting it on his hip as he intertwined his other hand with his lovers.

Castiel pushed there interlocked hands down to the pillow holding them there next to Dean's head and shifted so that he was straddling him more properly."I know you do." He leaned down and gave him a slow lingering kiss,"But you don't have to."

Dean shook his head, sitting up and pulling Castiel's shirt off over his head,"What are flowers and presents, if I can't give you a wedding ring?"

"Well since we decided to skip the engagement ring for flowers, you can just give me a box of See's Candy at the alter. Just be sure that they're apple pie truffles."

Dean laughed softly. How had he been lucky enough to get someone as amazing as Cass to fall in love with him? "You'd rather have a box of truffles than a sparkly diamond?"

"Mm-hmm," He nodded as he pulled Dean's shirt off, and ran his hands down his fiancé's well muscled sides. He smiled at the word. "Fiancé," He whispered more to himself than to Dean.

Dean frowned, and Castiel could tell that he was thinking again. He didn't have to ask just gave him his famous "What?" head tilt and Dean sighed, telling him,"Dad. He thinks it's weird that I've been spending so much time with you instead of Lisa or Anna, but I could handle not saying anything. But now I guess I'm gonna have to actually come out huh?"

Castiel sympathised for Dean. His own father was barely around, so he didn't care, and his mother Laura had assured him that she loved him no matter what. "I can go with you, if you want."

"No, it's not the right time yet."

"When do you think it will be the right time? He'll either accept us or hate us, so why put it off?" Castiel could tell by the way Dean shrugged and looked away that he wasn't being a very good future-husband. He smiled trying to lighten the mood, "Or we can always wait til our wedding day. Tell him you're marrying my sister Anna and then get Becky to film the look on his face when it's me who walks down the isle and marries you."

Dean couldn't help smiling, "We'll go with that plan until further notice. Okay, babe?"

"Okay," He moved off the bed and began taking his jeans off, preparing to climb under the covers with Dean, who was already naked.

"But you know there is one thing that my dad would disown me for no questions asked."

Castiel's face fell and he froze, with his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, "What?"

"Not getting the person I love a wedding ring."

Castiel's grin returned and he finished stripping. He still couldn't wrap his head around how someone as sweet and amazing as Dean had ended up in love with him. He truly didn't care if Dean got him a wedding ring, just having him was enough. In fact Castiel had been planning on a way to buy Dean a ring. He was pulled out of his head by Dean gripping his arm and pulling him under the covers.

"You think too much, baby," Dean informed him. Cass started to protest, but Dean cut him off, "I've know you for sixteen years Cass, since we were five, I can tell when that pretty little head of yours is thinking too hard."

Castiel relaxed onto Dean, "Sorry," He whispered against his neck as he twisted their legs together.

"I still love you though."

"You fucking better," Cass told him, grinding his hips down as he nipped Dean's neck.

Dean moaned and pulled Castiel closer, hugging him with all his strength, "I do. So much that it scares me."

Castiel knew the feeling well. What they shared was definitely a profound bond. "I know the feeling."

At that moment Dean could have burst from happiness overload. "Make love to me?"

"Dean! My mother is down stairs making dinner!"

"And your point is?" Castiel pulled away far enough to give him the look. The look that said I'm serious and if you don't comply I am not liable if you get killed in your sleep. "Alright, alright! But come on! Just a blow job then?"

Castiel thought a moment. It was still risky, but looking into Dean's hazel-green eyes he found that he couldn't deny him, "Okay." He began to hove down Dean's body, just to have Dean interrupt him by flipping them over. "What are you doing?"

"Dude, what's it look like I'm doing?" He grinned up at Cass as he moved down his body and ducked his head under the covers.

"Dean!" Castiel moaned louder than he knew he should. "Seriously, what are you doing?"

Dean popped his back out, "I'm giving you a blow job! What did you think that I meant for you to give me one?" He smirked knowingly at his Fiancé before disapearing under the quilt and sheet once more.

Castiel couldn't help smiling. He could never help smiling whenever Dean was involved.

"Castiel!" Came his mother's voice, and they both froze.

"Yeah?" He asked, his voice an octave higher than normal.

"Dean's brother called, he says he's on his way over to pick Dean up for dinner."

"Okay!" He looked to Dean who had uncovered his head, "I hate your brother. Sincerely."

"Don't be so quick to hate. Sammy is a very safe-i.e. slow-driver." He winked and went back under.

"Dean," Castiel moaned again, "Oh, that feels amazing." He reached under the sheet and ran his fingers through Dean's hair. He involuntarily let out a loud wordless moan. "Dean, must I remind you that we are directly above my mother's kitchen?"

"Like she doesn't know what we do up here," His voice came, muffled by the fabric over his head.

"That's not the point," Castiel panted, trying to focus on making his mouth form words instead of shapeless moans. "She may know what we do up here, but that does not mean that she wants to hear her son's moans of pleasure." He no sooner finished his sentence before one of said moans ripped its way out of his throat. "Dean, seriously!" He gasped. He heard Dean laugh against his hipbone, and felt him kiss the skin there before returning to his previous actions. "Dean," he choked out, "I'm close." But instead of feeling Dean's hands replace his mouth like normal, Dean's mouth stayed where it was and worked even harder. "Dean, I'm serious, I'm about to come." Dean ignored him and sucked as hard as he could. "Oh, Dean I'm coming. Oh, oh, Dean, oh, Deeeeaaaan!"

At that very second as Castiel was coming down Dean's throat, Sam opened the bedroom door frustrated, "Seriously guys! Quit fucking with me, Dean get your bag and let's-" His voice evaporated as he seen that they had not been fucking with him. There was his brother's bestfriend slash boyfriend sprawled out on his bed with the covers coming up to just above his waist. And under the covers was-"Oh My God!" Sam covered his eyes and slammed the door, accidentally closing himself in the room instead of out of it.

Castiel turned his head at the sound of the door opening and nearly had a heart-attack as he seen Sam waking in. "Oh God," he whispered bringing his arms up and shielding his face with his forearms.

Dean crawled out from under the covers as he swallowed, to see his brother and his lover both shielding their faces. Looking between them he couldn't not burst out laughing. Castiel glared at him from under his arms, and Sam removed his hands long enough to shoot him a Bitch-Face #9. This only made him laugh harder.

"What's so funny up there?" They heard Laura call from what sounded like the bottom the stairs.

"Nothing!" The three of them shouted in unison.

~o0o0o0o~

As they drove home Dean was still laughing hysterically in the passenger seat. He knew he should be embarrassed or mad that his little brother had walked in on him sucking his bestfriend's cock, but at the moment it was the funniest thing in the world.

"It is not that funny!" Sam complained. "I did not need to see that! Now when we get home I'm gonna have to salt and burn my eyes just to remove the image!"

Dean grinned at the way Sam shuddered as he leaned over the steering wheel. He was getting ready to make a comment when a sign outside the window caught his eyes.

Stock Car Race!

It Screamed in red letters.

$5,000 First Prize

$3,000 Second Prize

$1,000 Third Prize

12-to-3 July 17th at The Trax

The light bulb above Dean's head began to glow. Even if he won third place he could get Cass a ring of some kind. July 17th that was tomorrow. He glowed as Sam drove them the rest of the way home, all of his worries slipping away.

~o0o0o0o~

The next morning Dean had a smile bright enough to blind the sun, on his face as he bounded down the stairs to greet his brother and father good morning.

"What are you so happy about?" John asked suspiciously.

"I'm always this happy," he defended not wanting them to know about his plan or the fact that Castiel had climbed into his window this morning and woken him up with a blow job as revenge for yesterday.

"Yeah," John nodded, "You're always 'I'm alive and in love with my car' happy. Right now you're more 'someone just gave me a blow job' happy."

Dean choked on his juice as images of Castiel sliding down his sleep pants and pressing a finger to his lips, reminding him to be quiet flashed through his mind. Just as he was recovered and was getting ready to agree Sam whispered, "Not precisely all that's happened."

John gave Sam a questioning look, but Dean's death glare prevented his brother from clarifying.

"Anna or Lisa?" John asked, turning his attention back to his older son.

Dean's mouth went dry, "Um-"

"Cass, wasn't it? You know Cassandra." Sam piped up.

"Cass?" John gave his sons a puzzled look, he'd never heard of her before unless it was a him and not a her, then he knew exactly who.

"What?" Dean hissed at Sam.

"Yeah, I heard you this morning Dean. Don't think I didn't." Sam smirked and gripped the edge of the table as he threw his head back dramatically. "Oh Cass. God Cass, baby that's perfect! Right there, right there! Oh Caaassss!"

Dean stared at his brother open mouthed in horror. Had he been that loud?

John shook his head at his sons' exchange and had to bite his tongue from asking "Cass as in Castiel? Your 'bestfriend?' Where the Hell are your manners! Why didn't you ask the boy to stay for breakfast?" He had suspected that there was more than friendship between the two for a while now, but figured that Dean would tell him either way in his own time. "And on that note, I think it's time for me to get to the garage."

"On a Saturday?" Sam asked snapping his attention from teasing his brother, to his father.

"Yeah, Ash junior and Jo are both down with the flu, so I gave Ash the day off to take care of them."

"I can come by and help after 3," Dean told him.

"I thought you were taking Cass to dinner tonight?"

"What?"

"You said you were taking someone on a dinner-date. I just assumed that it was, Cass." Real subtle John. But really why was Dean not telling him? Did he think he would be weird about it or something?

"Oh, yeah." He studied his father for a moment, wondering if he had put together the pieces yet, but his mind shifted back to Castiel. Crap he'd forgotten about that. He's have to call Cass and tell him he might be a little late.

"Right," John nodded, grabbing his coat. He knew eventually his son would grow a pair and tell him, but the waiting was driving him crazy. Did Dean really think that little of him? In truth he was surprised that sweet little Cass hadn't told him, out of his sheer hate of keeping secrets. He glanced at Dean once more before heading towards the door, "I"ll see you boys later."

"Bye Dad," They said in unison.

Sam turned to Dean, Bitch-Face firmly in place, "Now seriously, Dean! Now I have to salt and burn my eardrums too!"

Dean smiled, "You just wait til you and Jess start fooling around, then we'll see who needs to salt and burn their sensory organs."

"About me and Jess..." Sam mumbled.

"Huh?" Dean thought that Sam and Jess would be together forever. They seemed so perfect for each other, they were the perfect nerd-couple.

"We kinda broke up."

"What? Why? We? Who broke up with who?"

"She...kinda broke up with me," Sam looked away, he was beginning to regret bringing it up.

"Okay, mind telling me why, Sammy?"

"Well, we were fooling around and um-"

"Define 'fooling around' please," Dean pressed sitting backwards in a chair to face his brother.

"She was giving me...oral and um, I-uh I said um-"

"You said that you loved her?" Dean guessed.

"Yeah," Sam laughed, "I wish that's what I'd said."

"Spit it out, Sammy. What did you say?"

"I said-"

"Someone else's name!" Dean shouted triumphantly.

"Nail on the head," Sam muttered dropping his gaze to the floor.

"So, you gonna tell me who the lucky girl is?"

Here goes nothing, Sam thought. "It wasn't exactly a- I may have moaned something along the lines of-" He blushed deeply, "-'That feels so fucking amazing...Gabe."

Dean nearly swallowed his tongue. "Gabe? Gabe as in Castiel's cross-dressing little brother, Gabriel?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, um isn't he a little old for you?"

Sam looked back up at Dean. Was that it? "He's only six months older than me. He's definitely gay, and as far as I know single. So..."

It was definitely a shock to Dean. If he had been asked fifteen minutes ago who the straightest guy in Lawrence was, he would have named Sammy. But if Sam liked Gabriel..."So do you like, love Gabe?"

"I honestly don't know. I do know that I'm in like with him."

Dean's head was reeling. "So when did you realize you were um, into dudes?"

Sam thought for a moment. "Well To be honest I don't know if I do like dudes."

"Wait-What?"

"I think it's more like just Gabriel, versus dudes in general. You know?"

"So guys don't turn you on?"

"Well...Gabe does. I mean sure he dresses in drag but underneath he's a guy. And yeah the thought of being naked with him, rubbing out hard cocks together, turns me on. A lot."

Dean sat silently, with his mouth open for a minute. "Hard cocks?" He asked in disbelief. "Who are you and what the Hell have you done with my sweet little innocent Sammy?"

"Well, I'm technically still a virgin, if that makes you feel any better."

"You and Jess never...?"

"Uh, no. I'm kinda-well I was hoping that my first time could be with Gabe."

"Then you need to put your big-girl panties on and call him."

Sam nodded, picking up the phone and dialing the Nyro's home number. "Mrs. Nyro? Hi it's Sam, Dean's brother?"

Dean went over to he phone and pressed the speaker phone button. "Oh!" Laura gasped, "Hello, Sam. What can I do for you?"

Sam cleared his throat, "I was wondering if I could talk to Gabriel?"

They heard a loud clanging followed by Laura's musical laughter, "It seems Gabriel wishes to speak to you as well."

"Who is this? What do you want?" Gabriel said in a terrible excuse for nonchalant voice.

"Um, it's Sam, Sam Winchester?"

"Oh! Sam! Our brother's are fucking right?"

"Yeah," Sam sighed, disappointed by Gabriel's apparent lack of care. "Look, I'm sorry for calling, I'll just-"

"Wait! No!" Gabriel yelled in a panic, "What's up, Sam?"

"I was wondering if..." He trailed off looking to Dean for guidance. Dean mouthed 'Movie'. "If maybe you wanted to go see a movie tonight...with...me?"

"Sure, why not? What movie?"

"Pitch Perfect?"

"Awesome! It's a date!" Gabriel yelled in excitement, making his voice an octave higher than was natural.

"So it's a date?" Sam asked, not quite believing his ears.

"Yes, it's a date, Sam Winchester, brother to the man whom my brother is screwing."

Dean pushed the speaker button again grabbing for the phone. Sam jerked it out of his reach, "Hey, I think Dean wants to talk to you. I'll see you tonight?"

"Yes, yes you will," Gabriel glowed. "And what can I do for you, Deano?"

"Is Cass there?"

"No, he said he was going to Dad's."

"Oh, well when will he be back? I have something I need to tell him."

"Can it wait?"

"No, it can't."

"Well, I suppose I could take a message. And I promise it will get to him."

"Okay, uh-Tell Cass I love him, and that I might be a little late tonight, cause I have something important to do."

"Will do, peace out Deano the dinosaur."

~o0o0o0o~

Dean sat in his car, waiting for the race to stop. The crowd yelled and cheered. By looking around, Dean could tell that he was the youngest driver there, and in extension the least experienced. He recognized all of the drivers except for one, who was wearing a helmet that kept everything but his eyes covered and Dean never got close enough to even see what color they were.

The flag dropped and as the crowd roared, and all ten drivers began racing around the track at a deadly pace.

The other cars fell behind as Dean finally caught up to the unknown driver. He looked over into the other car and was met with a pair of bright blue eyes. He would know those eyes anywhere. "Cass?"

Castiel turned back to face the road, having nearly missed a curve. Dean raced after him. "Cass!" He called. Castiel made no sign that he had heard. He was so focused on the road that he didn't even see the car that came between them, trying to push them both to the rails at the same time. Metal ground together as Azazel grinned at Dean, bumping first his then Castiel's car.

This was not going to end well. Things never ended well when Azazel was involved.

So there's the first chapter next one should be up next week. Let me know what you think :D