Warning : this chapter contains sex! If that's not your cup of tea, then stop reading after Dean tell Cas about what happened in College and skip paragraphs 14, 15, & 16. I will try to post every day if possible. Thanks for reading. Feel free to follow the story or follow me! Hope you enjoy!

Dean pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. "Here we are." They got out and Cas grabbed his bag. Dean unlocked the front door and held it open. "You can set your bag by the couch. I'll get a blanket and pillow." He walked down the hallway to the closet and pulled out what he needed. He walked back in the living room to see Cas holding a picture. He looked at it. "That's my mom." He pointed at the woman with blond hair. He walked over to the couch and laid out the blanket. "What happened to her?" Cas asked. Dean put the pillow on the couch and looked at Cas. "She died in a house fire when I was four. Sam was six months old." Cas set the picture down. "I'm sorry." Dean cleared his throat and shrugged. "Don't worry about it." He paused for a moment. "The kitchen is through there. I have soda, tea, and water if you get thirsty. Bathroom is down the hall to the left, don't touch my stuff. My room is on the right if you need me." Cas nodded at the intersection. "Thanks. I appreciate it." Dean nodded.

"Well, feel free to stay as long as you want. Well, unless I get deployed." Cas nodded again. He sat down on the couch. Dean went in his room, shutting the door behind him. He didn't know why, but he trusted Cas to not run off with his things. He didn't know why he offered him food or a place to stay. He didn't know why he felt the way he did. "Or are you queer?" The words rang in his ears. Dean shook his head. He undressed to his underwear and climbed into bed. Pulling the covers over his legs up to his torso. It felt good to be sleeping in his own bed again. He sat up and looked for his uniform. Finding it on the floor. He got up and dug in the pockets. Out of habit, he found the picture of his family and looked at it. He smiled, crawling back into bed. He put the picture under his pillow. Before he knew it, he was asleep.

He woke up the next morning to the smell of food. He grabbed his watch off the night stand. 8:30. He groaned. The last four months he was woken up by yelling at exactly four am. He was grateful for the extra four hours. Hell, he was surprised he didn't sleep til four in the afternoon. He crawled our of bed and made it nice and neat out of habit. Normally he only had five minutes to get up, make his bed, shave, and put on his uniform. Which was hard to do when twenty other men were trying to shave at the same time. He went to his dresser and found a pair of pajama pants and slipped them on. Not bothering with a shirt, he walked out to the kitchen. Thinking Sam must have come over to make him breakfast. He scratched his head and yawned as he leaned against the doorway. "Morning." He jumped at the voice and looked up. There was Cas. Cooking. "I hope you don't mind. I figured it was the least I could do for letting me crash here." Dean was stunned silent for a moment. "Uh...no. Not at all." Cas smiled. "It took me a minute to find everything. I didn't want to wake you. Do you like pancakes?" Dean nodded. He looked at the table. It already had orange juice, coffee, and plates set out. Dean walked over and sat down, pouting himself some coffee. "Listen, you really don't have to- wow. That's good coffee."

"You like it? I picked it up in a coffee shop up north."

"Yeah, it's really good. Better than what I'm used to."

Cas laughed. "Shitty coffee during training?"

"You have no idea. I don't know what it was, but I don't think it was coffee."

Cas laughed again. He brought a plate of pancakes to the table then put some scrambled eggs and bacon on his plate. "Please be real eggs." He said grabbing a few pancakes off the plate and drowning them in syrup. "They didn't even give you real scrambled eggs?"

"Nope. Just dehydrated ones. They gave us what we would ear on the battlefield." He took a huge bite of eggs. Real food. Real coffee. Man he loved being home. "Man this is good." He said with a mouthful of food. Cas looked at him. "I'm glad you like it." He sat down and took a bite of his own food. Dean finished his food in about a minute. "Did you even taste it?" Cas asked. Dean laughed. "Yeah. Eating fast becomes a habit when you only get so long to eat. Now I know why dad used to eat so fast."

"So your dad was in the Army?"

"Yeah."

"Same as you? A paratrooper?"

"No. He was infantry. Although, I don't really see the difference. I do the same thing except I jump out of a plane." Cas nodded, taking another bite. "So you get a chance to see the town? I mean there's not much here but I could show you around if you want." Cas swallowed his food before speaking. "Yeah, that'd be great." Dean nodded, helping himself to more pancakes. "So what's your story? Why are you traveling?" Cas shrugged. "Just needed to get away." Dean nodded again. "What about you? Why did you join the Army?"

"My dad had me working on cars as soon as I graduated. I don't want to do that the rest of my life."

"Good reason as any."

"What are you doing in this small ass town? You could go to any big city you want."

"I like small towns. They're quiet. Friendly people."

"That's true. But growing up in a small town, it's boring. And everyone knows you so if something happens, everyone knows about it fifteen minutes later." He watched Cas pour himself a cup of coffee. "So you're from the city?" Cas nodded taking a sip. He outlined the top of the cup with his index finger. "New York." He replied. Dean whistled.

"That's a long way."

"Well, I wanted to get as far away as possible." Dean looked at him. He was still tracing the cup with his finger. "Can I ask why?"

"My family. I'm not like them. Never have been."

"How so?"

Cas looked up at him. He shrugged and continued sipping his coffee. Dean didn't push the subject.

After breakfast, he grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. He turned on the water and stepped in, closing the shower curtain. He let the hot water run over him for a minute. He thought back to breakfast. How Cas looked playing with his cup of coffee. His messy hair from sleep. His eyes...God those eyes. He shook his head to get the thought from his mind. After he was clean he turned the water off and grabbed the towel. Putting it over his face as he opened the curtain. As soon as he did, the door opened. Cas was standing there. He looked at Dean. "Sorry I didn't know..." He trailed off and closed the door. Great. A complete stranger had just seen him naked. Not awkward at all.

He dried off and dressed then walked out to see Cas grabbing his things. He looked up at Dean. "I'm sorry. I should have knocked. I should have known that you might be in the shower." Dean laughed at the look on Cas' face. "Hey, we're both to blame. I should have locked the door." Cas straightened. "You're not mad?" Dean shook his head, smiling. "With the look on your face? How could I be?" He started laughing again. Cas tilted his head to the side. "What look?" Dean calmed his laughing. "You looked like a lost deer. But I can imagine I had the same look." He scratched his head. "I think I should go."

"No you don't."

"That didn't bother you?"

"It was an accident Cas. Not like you meant to walk in on me."

Cas looked at him. He set his bag down. "Go get ready. I told you I'd take you sightseeing."

Cas seemed to relax a bit after his shower. Funny thing was, Dean really didn't mind that Cas had seen him naked. He thought back to the look on Cas' face. Before looking shocked and embarrassed, he looked...for a split second...like he liked what he saw.

"Dean."

"Hm?"

"The light. It's green."

"Oh. Right."

"Something on your mind?"

Yes. "No."

He took Cas to the downtown area. He seemed to enjoy the shops. Dean looked around and noticed people were staring. Mack, John's friend from the shop walked out of the barbershop. He had seen Dean and started walking over. "Oh no." Mack never stopped talking. He pretended not to see Mack. And as soon as Cas came out of the shop, he grabbed Cas by his jacket and started running. "What the hell are you doing?" Dean let go of his jacket and kept running. He stopped at an abandoned building right outside of downtown. He opened the door and waited for Cas to go in. Closing the door behind them, he leaned against it. "What was that about?" Cas asked trying to catch his breath. Dean on the other hand, didn't even break a sweat. "Sorry. One of my dad's friends. He talks to much and I didn't want to stand there for an hour." Cas laughed.

"Oh no."

"What?"

"He saw me."

"So?"

"No he saw me run...with you."

Cas looked at him. Then caught on. "Oh."

"Now he's gonna go run his mouth to my dad." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"But you're not...are you?"

Dean looked at him. "Why? Are you?" He leaned his head on the door. Still looking at Cas, who shifted awkwardly. Dean raised his head. "No way." Cas looked at him and shrugged. "Are you serious? You are aren't you? You're queer."

"Yes okay? I'm a faggot. Happy now?" He put his hands in his pockets and looked away. Dean shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "Who am I to judge." He said after a moment. Cas looked back at him. "It doesn't bother you?" Dean shook his head. He fished his cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit one and handed it to Cas. Cas looked at it. "I'm not gonna beat your ass when you grab it if that's what you're thinkin'." Cas took it. Dean lit one for himself. "What bothers me is I used smoking a cigarette as an excuse to go outside and talk to you. That I invited you to dinner and to my house when I don't even know you. That I honestly didn't mind you walking into the bathroom. What bothers me the most is you're so God damned beautiful." He stood up straight, taking a drag from his cigarette. "I have only been with one guy. One. In college. I blamed it on the booze but that wasn't the case. I wasn't even drunk when I did it. But he was trashed out of his mind. I took advantage. Nobody said shit because they don't remember it. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I knew what that meant. Hell, I knew in high school. I only chased tail so nobody would figure it out. I never had sex with them. And they wanted it. I told them a bullshit excuse about waiting til I was married. They bought it every time." Cas was silent. Listening to every word. Dean took another drag from his cigarette then flicked it away. It hit the cement. He closed the gap between them. He could feel Cas' breath on his face. Smelling like coffee and cigarettes. "The second I saw you walk into that diner, I had to have you. I saw the look on your face this morning. It was a split second, but I saw it. You liked what you saw, didn't you?" Cas nodded.

"You want more, don't you?"

"Yes."

He grabbed Cas' cigarette and flicked it away not once did his eyes leave Cas. "Yeah...that's what I thought." He put his hands on Cas' face and moved in slowly. Their lips brushing together. He yanked Cas' jacket off and pressed his lips on him. Cas immediately reacted by sliding his hand up Dean's shirt. Grabbing his wrist, he chuckled. "I don't fuckin' think so." He breathed. He pulled Cas' sweater over his head and looked down. Running his fingers across his torso, up to his chest, then down to his stomach. He was skinny, but had some muscle to him. He ran his fingers along the line of Cas' jeans. Cas inhaled sharply causing Dean to smile. He kissed his collarbone then moved back to his lips. Cas shuttered. Dean moved his hand down to his waist. Tugging his belt loop. He moved to the button. Undoing it with one hand. He slid his other hand down his back, down his pants to his ass. He unzipped Cas' jeans and pulled them down under his ass. He ran his fingers across his dick. Cas grabbed Dean's arms and dug his blunt nails into his leather jacket. He grabbed Cas, and turned him so his back was facing the wall. Dean walked him back until he was against the wall. He pulled his pants and underwear all the way down. He unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans. Cas looked down as they fell to his ankles, reaching out and playing with the elastic of his underwear. Dean smiled. "You want it?" He breathed against his neck. Cas nodded. "Say it. Say you want it."

Cas leaning his head against the wall, eyes closed as Dean rubbed against him. "I want it." He begged. Dean pushed Cas to his knees and pulled down his underwear. Cas immediately went to work. Swirling his tounge around the tip of Dean's dick. Then slid his whole mouth down the shaft. He moaned, grabbing a fistful of Cas' hair. Moving his hips back and forth making Cas take the whole thing in his mouth. He stood Cas up, turned him around, and bent him over. He ran the tip over Cas' hole. Cas shuttered. He pushed in gently. Cas put one hand on the wall and the other on Dean's leg, pulling Dean inside him. "Like it rough do you?" Cas nodded through his moans. Dean obliged him. Slamming his dick the rest of the way in. Cas moaned louder. He ran his hand down his back. "Shh..." Cas nodded in understanding. Dean grabbed Cas' hips and pulled out almost all the way then slammed back in. He thrust in fast and hard as he reached around to grab Cas' dick. It was soaked with precome. Dean lowered both of them down til Cas was on his hands and knees. Dean took his jacket off. "If you need to yell, bury your face." He handed it to Cas. Cas balled it up and buried his face in it. Dean continued jacking Cas off while slamming his dick into his ass. Cas tightened his grip on Dean's leg, moaning loudly into the jacket. "You gonna come?" He kissed his back. "Yes."

"Tell me. Tell me to make you come."

"Yes, yes! Make me come!" He moaned. Dean moved his hand and his hips faster. Cas moaned more frequently causing Dean to moan as well. Then he heard the magic words. "Oh God! I'm coming!" Cas yelled into the jacket. Dean kept going. Pulling out all the way and thrusting back in. He was getting close. "You want me to come? Come inside you?" Cas continued moaning. Dean almost could hold it listening to him. "Yes, come inside me!" Dean moaned at the words. Forcing himself to go faster. Moaning into Cas' back. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming so good!" Trying to keep his voice down. He thrust a few more times then pulled out. They both stood slowly. Kissing as they did. They pulled up their pants and Dean grabbed his jacket. "How did you get that good from only one time?" Cas asked as he put his own jacket on. Dean shrugged. "I'm a man of many talents." He smiled.

"You think he told your dad" Dean cut the engine and sighed. He took the key out of the ignition and looked at Cas. "Of course he did. He gossips more than housewives on a party line." Cas laughed. He didn't know what he was going to say to his dad. He knew he had to tell him the truth. Just not right now. He got out of the car and walked up to the front door. After unlocking it he held it open for Cas. Closing it behind the he looked up and froze. There in the kitchen was John. Leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. "How did you get in? " John pulled a key out of his pocket. The back door. How ironic. "So you talked to Mack?" He took a few steps forward and moved in front of Cas. "Oh yeah. Said he saw you grab him and run off down the road. He followed you." Dean's heart dropped then rose to his throat. "Saw you through the window." Dean moved forward. Cas grabbed his arm. Dean motioned him to stay put. "How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long have you been a faggot?" Dean kept his distance. Even though John's voice was calm, it warned Dean to tread lightly. "A long time. Took me til high school to figure it out."

"He your first?"

"No. One other. In college. But I've kissed a few in high school." John's arms dropped.

"We can get you help Dean."

"Dad."

"You're sick.

"No I'm not."

"A doctor. He'll cure you."

"This isn't a sickness or some stupid lifestyle. It's not a choice. The only choice I have is who to give my heart and soul to. Just like a straight person. But I'm not straight. I like men. More specifically, I like Cas. From the second I saw him in the diner-"

"Last night."

"Yes dad. Last night. Didn't you fall in love with mom the first time you looked at her?"

"That's different."

"No it's not. The only difference is that Cas is a man. The heart wants what the heart wants."

"Enough of this! You're coming with me. We are getting you help." He grabbed Dean by the arm. Dean stood planted in his spot. "Like hell I am."

"My son is not gonna be a faggot!"

"News flash dad: too late. I'm not gonna just stop liking dick just because you say so." Without warning, John punched Dean in the jaw. Dean stayed on his feet. He looked at John. "Try. Try to beat the fag outta me. It won't work." He pushed Dean to the floor. "Maybe you'll stop if I beat it outta him." Dean's eyes widened. "If you touch him..." He warned. His voice cold. John started towards Cas. Dean kicked out his leg. John buckled. Cas backed up til his back was against the door. Dean stood up and walked over to Cas. Standing in front of him. John lunged forward throwing a punch a Dean. Dean grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He kicked his leg out again. When John hit his knees, Dean pushed him to the floor and put a knee in his back. Pushing back on his wrist and up on his arm. "Dean!" He snapped his eyes up. Cas was looking at him. He let go. Grabbing the key from John's pocket, he stood. "Get out of my house. Get out of my life." He said looking at John. John stood slowly. Rolling his shoulder and wrist. "If Cas wasn't here, I would have broken your wrist and dislocated your shoulder. Not bad for a fag." John looked at him Dean moved Cas behind him and opened the front door. "Tell Mack he's got the same thing comin' if he don't keep his fuckin mouth shut." John walked out. Dean slammed the door behind him and locked it. He sank to the floor. Cas crouched beside him. He moved Dean's face to look at his jaw. Dean winced. "Almost broke it." He whispered. He got up and disappeared into the kitchen. He came back with a hand towel full of ice cubes. He gently rested it on Dean's jaw.

"I'm sorry. This is my fault. I should have left this morning. I was about to. But I couldn't. I couldn't leave you for some reason. Now I know what that reason is. I fell in love too. Same as you. As soon as you asked if I was lost." He sat in front of Dean. "I got you into this. And I'm sorry." Dean looked at him and smiled. "Love at first sight."