I know I advertised porn and I promise there will be naughty bits in the next chapter which is about halfway done. Stay tuned. :P

This is unbeta'ed.

CHAPTER 2

The next day on the train Cas found Dean again and said: "You never called me yesterday. I thought you wanted to do something." Dean looked at him. He was wearing tight red jeans and a Creedence Clearwater Revival t-shirt. Today the shoes were grey.

"What made you think that", he asked.

Cas raised one eyebrow. "Maybe because you were checking me out. Right here on the train".

Dean felt his cheeks flush. "I weren't!"

"Alright, Mr. Lawyer-man. You weren't", Cas said with a sarcastic tone turning his attention elsewhere.

After a moment's silence Dean asked curiously: "Do you often pick up strangers?"

"On the train or in general?", Cas asked.

"In general".

"Well...if I see someone nice I don't want to let him slip by".

That wasn't a yes or a no and Dean was none the wiser.

Another moment's silence.

"So do you want to do something or not", Cas asked sounding a little impatient.

Dean looked into his impossibly blue eyes and felt his cheeks burn hotter. His instincts told him to say no but he was very attracted to Cas and he felt an urge to get to know more about this young man who seemed to have no scrouples about propositioning strangers on the train. Or in general.

"Well, maybe we could go and have dinner at that new reataurant...", Dean began but stopped when Cas burst out laughing.

"Man, how old are you?" he asked still laughing.

"38", Dean said "How old are you?"

"I'm 22 and when I asked if you wanted to do something I didn't mean something old people do".

Dean felt a little hurt. He wasn't that old and going to restaurants weren't only done by old people. Was it? "Then what?", he said.

"My band's playing tonight at the Yellow Rooster, you should come", Cas said.

The Yellow Rooster? Dean had never heard of it. He wasn't surprised to hear Cas was in a band, though, he looked every inch the part.

"What kind of music do you play?", he asked, almost dreading the answer.

"Punk rock", Cas said. *Of course*, Dean thought. It really wasn't his kind of music. Nowadays the young people would walk around with their phones and play music in public and it was terrible music. It drove Dean out of his mind to have to...He stopped the thought right there. Was this a sign he really was old? Wasn't it old people who complained about the youth of today and how the country would go nowhere because they had no sense of responsibility? Suddenly he heard his own voice and it was saying: "Okay, I'll be there. What time?".

"At 10PM", Cas said.

At 10? PM? Dean was usually winding down and getting ready for bed at that time. And today was only Thursday. He had an important day at work tomorrow. But he had said he would be there and he wasn't going to let this kid label him as 'old'. He could probably go for about an hour.

They had reached their stop and went in opposite directions. Then Dean heard Cas shout to him: "Hey, what's your name?"

He turned around and called back: "Dean Winchester".

"Like the rifle", Cas said with a smile.