The next few days pass with unusual awkward tension in the air. Cas admires Dean's ability to act like nothing ever happened but, when Anna leaves the room, there's no one to act for and so the silence goes untouched.

Dean tries to make pleasant conversation and Cas reciprocates but it's forced. They can only muster some meaningless chit chat, a few uncomfortable jokes and nervous laughter.

Cas stands in the shower and lets the cool water run over his body. He revisits the memory of Dean's half-naked body lying in front of him and he feels himself grow hard. He hasn't been able to get the image out of his head since it happened. He doesn't know what it is but Dean has an undeniable effect on him. Even his mere memory makes Cas buzz with excitement. Their hands accidently brush and Cas' groin twitches. The reaction is as certain as when the doctor bumps your knee with that little hammer and your leg involuntarily kicks – if it doesn't happen then you can conclude that there's something seriously wrong.

Cas runs his hands over his chest and he imagines that they're Dean's hands. He silently slips into his fantasy.

Dean trolls the hall and heads for the bedroom where he knows Anna's probably already sleeping or waiting for him. He slows as he passes the bathroom. He can hear the shower running but what's more interesting is that the door is open a crack. He peers in, just to catch a glimpse purely out of curiosity. At least, that's what Dean tells himself.

He catches glimpses of water and skin but it's not enough. His 'curiosity' needs more. He edges closer and, very gently, eases the door open a little more. The sight is magnificent. Cas' naked body dripping wet is like an eclipse – you know you shouldn't be looking but you do anyway because it's too beautiful to resist. Dean runs his eyes over every curve and angle like it's his oxygen supply and he's just resurfaced after a near drowning experience. Dean's attraction to Cas is irrefutable and unexplainable. Never before has a guy made him feel this way. Correction: never before has anyone made him feel this way. There was a time when Dean was as straight as the day is long but now he's not so sure. Not that he's capable of admitting that to himself. As he watches Cas sensually run his hands over his body, it's hard to deny. He loves women and there's no doubt about it. He loves every curve of a woman's beautiful body. Thinking of men like that was just… unthinkable. Now, looking at Cas, thinking of women like that is almost unthinkable. He imagines running his lips over Cas' jawline, feeling his hard chest against his own, gripping his short, dishevelled hair between his finger, claiming those big, plump, slightly-chapped lips, running his thumps over those tantalising hip bones, feeling his hard manhood against his own and listening to Cas' deep, husky voice moan his name. There's nothing a woman could do to imitate that.

Dean doesn't notice until his eyes fall on Cas' face but Cas is looking at him. He freezes and knows he should probably at least pretend like he wasn't spying but Cas' eyes have him captivated. He's staring back at Dean and yet he's not protesting or trying to cover up. He almost stands proudly with his rock hard member in his hands.

Cas doesn't believe what he's seeing. Dean is watching him, staring at him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world, it makes him crazy. Cas can't help it when he starts touching himself. He moves his hand up and down and watches Dean's face as his eyes fall to the action. Dean watching him only makes him more turned on. He starts moving faster and Dean doesn't walk away, he continues to look.

Dean stands, captivated by the sight. It almost makes him want to barge in, lock the door and take Cas here and now. Dean doesn't realise that he would do it if it wasn't for his desire to finish watching the show. Cas murmurs softly and Dean's shaft grows painfully hard.

Dean practically begs for it to happen as he watches Cas bring himself to the edge. His eyes look up to capture Dean's and he bites his bottom lip. Cas groans as he climaxes. His chest heaves as he comes down. A small smirk plays on his lips before he turns and dips his head under the shower and lets the water clean his mess. Dean lingers for a moment to take in the sight of Cas' backside before he closes the door and heads to his room.

He opens the door to his room and Anna's head pops up.

"Hey," she says softly as he covers the distance between the door and the bed.

Dean smiles weakly. He had half-hoped that she'd be asleep so he might have the opportunity to get himself off. He crawls into bed and presses his lips against Anna's. Anna responds a little more enthusiastically and leans her body into Dean's. Her hand runs down his body to his hard package.

"Someone's a little happy to see me," she moans against his mouth. Dean chuckles but it's a little force. Anna pulls away as she trails her lips down Dean's torso. Dean tilts his head back and closes his eyes. He's ashamed to say that there's a different Novak in his imagination. He murmurs softly as Anna's mouth covers his member. He pictures Cas' lips around his hardness and he already feels himself start to build. His fingers grip Anna's hair but it's too short and it destroys the illusion so he lets go.

The memory of Cas touching him and touching himself runs through his mind and he moans loudly.

"Cas…" Dean murmurs and Anna and he both simultaneously freeze as they realise what was just said. Anna pulls back to look at Dean who looks like he's just as surprised as she is.

"What did you just say?" She asks slowly.

Dean gulps, "I, umm…" he begins, "said fast… er."

Anna grinds her teeth together, "No you didn't," she says, "you said Cas."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Dean yells in his head, "Umm…" he stutters.

Anna sits back on her heels forcefully, "You did not just call me by your ex-girlfriends name," she spits.

Dean looks confused, "What?" He asked.

"Get out," Anna begins.

"What?" Dean asks, "Anna, I'm sorry."

Anna jumps off the bed and Dean follows. She grabs a pillow and shoves it against Dean's chest, "You are sleeping on the couch," she pushes him towards the exit and out the door, "I'd give you a guest bedroom but I don't think you deserve it."

Anna's scowl is fierce and Dean doesn't quite understand what he's done wrong. Well, he does, he's a total screw-up but Anna isn't throwing him out because he called her by her brother's name.

"Anna," Dean tries again, "I'm sorry…"

"Why don't you call that slut, Cassie and tell her all about it since it's her you really want in your bed," Anna jeers before slamming the door. Dean groans, he's such a moron. He can only thank the Gods that that didn't go even worse than it could have. God only knows how she would've acted if she knew which Cas he'd been thinking about.

He heads to the living room and collapses onto the couch, cursing himself.

|-{o.O}-|

Dean wakes. From his post on the couch, the early morning sun shines right into his eyes. He groans and tries to move away from it but he can't escape the glare. He begrudgingly gets up and makes his way into the kitchen. He's not looking forward to seeing Anna again. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn. He has to make amends because he really doesn't want Anna to kick him out.

Dean freezes as he enters the kitchen and Cas is there. He's wearing nothing but his sweat pants and is leaning over the kitchen island. He's lazily feeding himself cereal and watching the morning news on the little TV that sits on the bench. His eyes fall on Dean.

"Morning," he says with a mouthful of coco pops.

Dean smiles lazily, Cas looks so cute in the morning, "Morning," he says as he heads to the coffee machine and helps himself. "Where's your sister?" Dean asks.

"She went to get her nails done," he replies and Dean nods to himself, "she always does it when she's mad… don't take it personally."

Dean swallows, Cas knows that Anna's upset with him but does he know why?

"What'd she say to you?"

Cas glance over his shoulder briefly, "Nothing," he replies, "but you're sleeping on the couch and Anna's getting her nails done… it's not hard to put two and two together."

Dean just nods, "Do you…" he begins, "have any advice?"

Cas chuckles, "Stay out of her way," he suggests. He turns his attention back to the TV as he talks, "believe me… if you piss Anna off, you don't want to make her angrier… buy her flowers, leave them in her room but don't, under any circumstances, try and talk to her… let her come to you after she's cooled down… Anna's like the hulk… you better believe you want like her when she's angry."

Dean laughs, "Thanks," he says and Cas just nods his head. Dean walks over to the island next to Cas. He rests his elbows on the bench like Cas and watches the news.

"What'd you do, anyway?" Cas asks curiously and Dean exhales.

Dean shakes his head, "I, uhh… just said the wrong thing."

"The wrong thing or the wrong name?"

Dean makes a sputtering noise as he chokes on his coffee. He looks to Cas accusingly, "I thought you said she didn't tell her anything."

Cas looks both confused and amused, "She didn't," he says, chuckling at Dean's reaction, "Anna's voice carries."

Shit, Dean thinks, he knows. "What exactly did you hear?" He asks nervously.

"Something about you really wanting to be in bed with some other girl," he murmurs before turning to Dean, "do I have to be concerned for my sister, Dean?" He asks.

Dean bites his lip. He can't exactly say no when it's all he can do not to claim Cas' lips right here.

"I can assure you… there's no other girl…" he specifies.

Cas looks thoughtful, "Good," is all he says and then his eyes drift down and he stands up straight. "How are those cuts I gave you?"

Dean follows Cas' eye line to his torso and straightens up too, "Oh, they're fine… I've changed the Band-Aids twice."

Cas nods, "You probably don't need them anymore… I can check for you?" He suggests.

"Yeah, sure," Dean agrees.

Cas stands awkwardly for a moment, "Uhh, you need to…" He begins and gestures to Dean's shirt.

"Oh!" Dean says, "Right," he quickly pulls his shirt up over his head.

Cas permits himself to study Dean's body. He gently brushes his fingertips against the skin of his chest and he swears that Dean's breathing catches. He peels the bandage off his skin and inspects the small cut he gave him. It looks perfectly healed.

"Looks good," he breathes and it tickles Dean's skin. Dean lifts his arms to give Cas better access to the one on his rib cage. Cas trails his fingers down Dean's stomach to the hem of his pants. Without thinking, he kneels so that he's at eye level with Dean's hips.

"Uhh," Cas begins, "Dean…" He begins.

Dean's eyes flash open, he hadn't realised he'd let them fall closed, "Oh, right," he realises and he hooks his thumbs under the hem off his sweat pants and slides them down an inch. Cas gulps at the new, bare skin he's exposed to. He tugs at the bandage and sits it on the table. He gently runs his fingers over the cut that's pretty much completely healed.

"Looks good," Cas whispers but he doesn't stand up. He lets his fingertips linger on Dean's skin. He glances up and Dean's looking down at him. Cas looks so innocent, his eyes are almost pleading. Dean inhales and bites his lip. That's it, Cas is done. All it takes is the image of Dean with his bottom lip between his teeth and he can't control his urges.

"Fuck it," Cas whispers. In one, quick movement, he unleashes Dean's hard member from his pants and takes it in his mouth. Dean moans at the contact as Cas starts running his tongue up and down Dean's shaft. Dean has to brace himself against the kitchen counter or he'll buckle under the immense pleasure. His heart races because he knows that the maid could walk in at any time and there's no way to explain this. It would definitely be one of those 'it's exactly what it looks like' moments. Dean sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to stifle his moans. Cas looks up at him with his member in his mouth and Dean feels himself come undone. How can one person have such an outstanding effect on him?

Cas works harder and faster to bring Dean to the edge, "Fuck, Cas," Dean whispers. "Keep going," he pleads, as if Cas would stop. Dean feels himself on the urge, "God I'm…"

Cas and Dean both hear it as the front door opens. Dean feels himself freeze but Cas doesn't stop and he's sent over the edge. He involuntarily grips Cas by the hair and holds him in position as he rides out his orgasm. He hears Anna calling from the next room but he needs this to finish, it's like he has no control over his actions. He finishes and Cas pulls back, stands up and smirks before casually returning to his cereal. Dean covers himself just as Anna walks in.

"Cas?" She repeats and then her eyes fall on Dean, "Oh…" she says and her face sets to scowl. She pretends to ignore him and looks to Cas, "I'm going for a swim," she announces and then she glares back at Dean for a moment, "alone."

Anna leaves and Cas looks over his shoulder at Dean, "Lilies," he says randomly but then he clarifies, "her favourite flowers are lilies."

Dean smiles, "Thanks."