"Jeez, no homo much, Dean?" Muttered Sam, cutting Dean off mid-sentence, raising his eyebrows, not taking his gaze off his computer. Dean sighed wearily but Castiel looked up.

'No homo?' he thought. Being turned recently human, he had been listening carefully to other's conversations to pick up a more up-to-date vocabulary

Storing it away in his memory, he picked up the last of his cheeseburger and almost swallowing it whole.

"C'mon, the motel has better Wi-Fi." Sam said, dropping a few bills on the table and walking out, his laptop under his arm.

Castiel jumped up after him, but Dean simply looked up at him, his mouth stuffed unhealthily full of burger.

"Bring it with you, damn it." Sam said, stopping at the door to cast an unimpressed look back at them.

Dean sighed but dragged himself to his feet.

"Yes, Dean. No homo." Castiel told him, looking at him disapprovingly.

Dean glanced at him from under furrowed eyebrows.

"What?"

"C'MON!"

XXXxxxXXX

"Hey, Cas, can you pass me a beer?"

"Of course Dean, no homo."

"Cas, could you wake Dean up? I'm off to have a shower."

"Yes. No homo."

"You okay, Cas?"

"Yes. No homo."

XXXxxxXXX

It had been three weeks since Castiel learnt a new phrase.

Dean wasn't even sure where he had picked it up, maybe from listening in to someone's conversation.

Whatever, but it was driving Dean nuts.

The ex-angel was adding 'No homo' to the end of every sentence, and Dean knew he wasn't going to get a chance at him, but Cas was rubbing in his face with every repetition.

He was going to lose it soon...

XXXxxxXXX

"Cas, can you come here a sec?" Dean called from the library in the bunker. He was trying to do research, but if he roped the fallen angel into it, maybe he would do it for him.

"I'm coming," Damn, Dean wished.

"No homo."

Screw self-control.

The second the five foot of sex hair and blue eyes ambled through his open bedroom door, he flung himself at it, pinning the man up against the wall.

He brought his face close to Castiel's, breathing in his breath.

He could smell him: gunpowder, soap and the expensive shampoo Sam buys.

Their lips were almost touching, Dean could feel Castiel's heartbeat thudding in his chest.

"Yes fucking homo." He almost growled, meeting the other man's lips.

Dean melted into the kiss, he had been waiting for so long, years of lusting over blue eyes and dark, tousled hair. His taste in women was more refined, they had to have azure eyes, until it disappeared altogether.

He watched Castiel when he wasn't looking, made excuses to touch the fallen angel, be close to him, even just talk to him.

Dean was so caught up in his 'feelings' and 'emotions' he didn't realise something.

Castiel wasn't kissing him back.

He drew back, cheeks colouring as he willed his hardening erection to go down.

"Cas? Sorry I-"

"Homo as in homosexual?"

"What?"

"Is it 'No homo' as in 'I am not a homosexual.' ?"

"Er, yes."

Dean was backing away. He'd misjudged this, Castiel was an angel, angels were God's creation and didn't God hate gays?

"In which case, yes."

"What? Yes?"

"Yes fucking homo."

And, suddenly, Castiel was kissing him back.

And hello. Guess who is back? Another story uploaded at exactly 00:27... Positively early.

Hope you are all enjoying this heat (Britain has defeated Athens in temperature,) But I think we're going down the route of 2011-2013 where the world was in danger of imploding into a fireball of Hell origin and practically having snow in August.

Eh, have a good day... Now?...

Fez.