Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural - it is owned by others and I am making no money for having written this.

Trigger warning for words against homosexual men.

This takes place halfway through season 6, so after Sam has his soul back. Enjoy the UST.

Groaning, Sam closed his laptop and looked across the table at his brother and shook his head. Dean, oblivious to his brother's bitchface, was on the other end of said table making his way through a lukewarm meatball sub sandwich. When he stopped to take a drink, he realized his brother was staring in his direction but looking as though he wasn't seeing anything at all.

"Sam - you okay?"

"What?" Sam asked, startled.

"You sorta drifted off – it's not the wall is it?"

"No, it's, um, still there."

Dean hummed in relief. "Good. Did you figure out the connection between the vics?"

"I think so..."

"And?" Dean asked through a mouthful of food.

Sam frowned and definitely couldn't meet his brother's eye. Evasively he said, "We'll have to draw it out ourselves…"

Knowing that tone of voice, Dean slowly put down his sandwich and wiped his mouth. "What's the catch?"

Sam looked at him and sighed.

It was a quarter after eight at night and for the third time in the last two minutes Dean looked down at his watch. Maybe Sam hadn't been able to reach him. Maybe he was in the middle of a fight and couldn't get away. Maybe...

"Dean?"

Dean turned and not even two inches away was Castiel, breathing against his neck.

"Jesus Cas - not so close!"

"Apologies," the angel said, taking two steps back.

"No," Dean said, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance, "it's my fault." He looked into Cas' eyes and asked, "Sam tell you the plan?"

"Yes," Castiel said simply.

"Well, okay then - we should go."

Castiel nodded and moved to walk by Dean's side as they stepped into a busy park. Nothing happened immediately but of course neither of them expected anything either. And then Dean took Cas' hand in his, let go as if unsure, and took it again. Hesitant, Castiel looked down at their entwined hands and then up at Dean's face but his expression was completely closed off so he was unable to ask if this was the right way to do it.

They soon came upon a hot dog cart and immediately Dean abandoned Castiel and the angel watched as his companion spoke briefly with proprietor and returned with two tubes of meat covered by warm buns, one tube of which was covered in an assortment of colors ranging from red ketchup to neon green relish.

"I didn't know if you wanted any toppings. Sorry," Dean said handing the unsoiled hot dog to him.

"Can I…?" Castiel asked, pointing back at the cart.

"Yeah," Dean said over his shoulder, "I don't think he'll mind."

While Dean began stuffing his food into his mouth as a distraction, Castiel walked back to the cart and squeezed a small amount of ketchup and then mustard on his hot dog and began eating too. While eating as they walked, they came upon an empty wooden bench and took seats so they could try to eat without dirtying their clothes. Dean finished his before Castiel and asked if he'd liked it.

"Yes, it was rather delicious especially after adding the sauces."

Dean noticed that Castiel had a smear of mustard against his cheek and, since his napkins were all greasy, he licked his thumb and wiped it away himself. After that, as Castiel put a hand to his cheek feeling the spot Dean touched, Dean smacked both of his knees and got to his feet saying,

"We should keep walking. Ghost doesn't show up till late."

Dean grabbed Castiel's hand and pulled him up off of the bench and didn't let go as they walked away.

It was after ten o'clock and the ghost still hadn't shown himself but Dean didn't really mind at the moment as he was now busy enjoying a chocolate ice cream cone. They were sitting on a bench again and Castiel was currently having an intense staring contest with his own scoop of vanilla with sprinkles on a sugar cone.

"Better eat that before it melts."

"In a minute."

After falling into uncomfortable silence, between his licks Dean said, "I don't know man, I don't think he's gonna show."

"Perhaps," Castiel said, watching the white liquid drip on his hand, "Perhaps we're not doing this right."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, taking a big bite out of his cone.

"I believe that the ghost is not coming because we are going about this the wrong way."

Dean did a double taking, looking at Castiel to see if he was being serious. Of course he was serious. Castiel couldn't tell a joke even if it was originally in his native tongue.

"All right," Dean said, turning to face Cas fully, "what do you propose we do?"

"Finish your ice cream, Dean," Castiel said, getting up and licking his own cone.

"Where're you going? Cas?"

Without getting an answer (typical) Dean went after him. Castiel led the way to a more secluded area where the entire night sky was basically laid out above them and there were no street lights to destroy the view. The angel dropped his unfinished cone into a nearby trash bin and walked into a bare patch of grass, Dean following closely behind. Castiel finally stopped where the sky was perfectly visible without trees and sat down cross legged, patting the empty space next to him.

"You want me to come and sit by you?" Dean asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes, I would like to tell you something."

Castiel patted the ground again and, skeptically, Dean sat next to him.

"What is it?"

"Look up at the sky, Dean," Castiel practically whispered.

Dean did as asked and stared up at the moon (shaped as a crescent) and the tiny pinpricks of stars dotting the horizon as far as the eye could see.

"On the second day, my Father may have created the sky, but it was on the fourth he created the day and the night. Look here," Castiel said pointing.

Dean's eyes found a spot where a particularly large cluster of stars stood out.

"What about it?"

"I am personally responsible for that particular constellation."

Dean did another double take. Castiel, a troublemaker? Straight-laced holy tax accountant dude?

"What? Why?"

"Balthazar talked me into it. I was going to stop after five or six but…I wanted the sky to be beautiful. Dean, if you could only see those stars up close. The colors they emanate..."

Dean looked at Castiel, who was still looking up, as if he was seeing him, truly, for the first time. Not exactly sure what he was doing but moving slowly, Dean reached out his arm and gripped Cas around the shoulder and he pulled him closer. Castiel sighed outward and laid his head against Dean's shoulder.

"What else can you tell me about them?"

Castiel swallowed and pointed each star out using the names he had given the stars rather than the ones scientists used when they were "discovered".

Dean didn't remember falling asleep but Cas' voice had somehow comforted him enough and he woke to see his friend exactly where he left him except he was sans trench coat.

"Cas," Dean asked groggily, "what time is it?"

"One o'clock."

"Damn it," Dean said, sitting up and making the trench coat blanket that had been covering him fall to the ground. "Why didn't the ghost show up?"

"Maybe we are still not doing this the correct way," Castiel said turning to Dean.

"Well then what the hell are we supposed to do! We had dinner together, we had dessert. Hell, I even held your hand and we looked at the stars like we're a couple of goo-goo eyed teenagers! What else could we possibly…?" Dean began to say before he was cut off by Cas' lips touching his own.

Too fast. Too much. Too...oh, hell, screw it

Dean reached out his hand and placed it against the back of Cas' head, deepening the kiss and Cas reciprocated by wrapping his hand around Dean's waist. Somehow Dean ended up with his back on the ground and Castiel leaning over him, looking down at him through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. And he liked it.

"Sinners! Faggots!"

Both human and angel looked to their left or right and saw, illuminated in the moonlight, a translucent man-figure staring daggers at the two of them and holding rather large axe above his head.

"Fairies! "

He ran forward and brought the axe down so close that Dean needed to roll both he and Cas away before they were sliced in half like they were in a cheap magic show.

"Holy crap," Dean exclaimed as he stumbled to his feet.

The ghost teleported itself to stand right in front of him, holding their axe above Dean's head, ready to bring it down on him. Dean prepared himself to jump away from the weapon when the ghost howled in pain. Castiel stood with his hand outstretched through the ghost's back, lighting it up from the inside and outward. It exploded into wisps of smoke which gave Dean cause to cough until he felt a hand against his back.

"Are you all right?"

"'m fine. Fine Cas, thanks."

"We are finished here. I will return you to your motel," Castiel said, looking around to make sure no one was around to watch them vanish.

He reached out two fingers to transport Dean away when Dean grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"No," Dean said quickly, "Not yet."

Slowly Dean let Castiel go and he stared back at Dean in utter confusion.

"Is something the matter, Dean?"

Yes!

"No, no Cas - well...kind of."

Dean turned in a half circle and spotted a nearby bench that he walked towards. After a second, Castiel followed and the two of them sat down on it at the same time. Dean didn't exactly know where to start. He put his hands up and around the back of the seat but, after noticing that his hand was precariously close to Castiel's shoulder, put them back down on his lap.

"Look Cas - about what we just did..."

"What did we do, Dean?"

"That, that kiss..."

"I do not recall a kiss."

Dean looked up at that and asked, "Huh?"

"As I recall," Castiel said seriously, looking Dean in the eye, "we were only sitting staring up at the stars, very close to each other, when the ghost appeared and attacked. Tonight we shared a meal, some conversation and (here he sighed) sent a ghost away before it could attack any more homosexual couples which entered the park, after dark."

Blue meeting jade, Dean nodded and slowly Castiel did the same.

"All right," Dean said, standing up.

Castiel reached two hands to touch Dean's forehead again and again Dean quickly stopped him - with another kiss. Castiel, taken by surprise, ghosted his hand against Dean's shoulder and eventually put it down at his side. The kiss was fast and Castiel opened his eyes and moved his hand to caress Dean's cheek before deciding against it and sending the human away, back to where he was staying with his brother for the night.

After taking a quick look up at the sky, Castiel walked to retrieve his fallen coat and put it back on. He adjusted the lapels and the belt and vanished leaving behind only two sets of footprints in the grass, beside two backside indentations, sitting side by side.

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