So... I, like, thought they were done... but... um... no.

Dean was lying in bed the next day thinking about everything that had happened last night. As soon as he shut the back door to the Impala, they went back to what they were doing in the utility closet. Dean's shirt was pushed down his shoulder with Cas' hand gripping his shoulder tight as Dean rutted against him in the back seat, rubbing their denim shrouded erections against one another so hard he could've started a fire. Dean had his hand buried in Cas' hair, pulling his head to the side so he could enjoy the pale expanse of skin laid out for him. Cas was enjoying the sensations but he wanted more.

He smiled at the memory of Cas asking if they could do this with less clothes. Both boys sat up so fast that they almost knocked heads as they tried to get out of their clothes. Cas pausing to take off his underwear caught Dean's attention.

"What's the matter, Cas? You can't get bashful on me now."

"No one's ever seen me with my clothes off."

Dean didn't want to overwhelm Cas. He was surprised he'd gotten this far with him. "If you want to keep them on, you can. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Cas looked down at his underwear and then over to Dean, who was sitting there naked as the day he was born. His eyes lingered and Dean smiled. He put his arm around Cas' shoulders, moving closer to the boy. He started kissing on him, any piece of skin Dean's lips could reach he left a kiss. He ran his hand over Cas' thigh, sliding it up into his boxers. Cas released a shaky sigh as Dean started stroking him.

Cas pressed his face against Dean's neck as he continued stroking him. After a moment, his hand was on Dean's cock, but Dean stopped him. "We can worry about me in a minute, just sit back and enjoy it, Cas."

Cas whispered, "Okay," as Dean continued to slowly jerk him off.

While Cas was lost to the sensations, Dean switched positions. He pulled his hand out from the leg of Cas' boxers and reached in past the waist band and pulled him out. Cas looked down at Dean's hand wrapped around his dick, stroking his hand up and down slowly. Cas bit his bottom lip as he watched. His breathing picked up and his face was looking at little flushed.

Cas gripped Dean's thigh. "I'm about to ˗ "

Cas didn't finish before he came with a muffled whimper and a jerking of his hips. Dean aimed it at Cas' chest, making sure to keep it off his car seat. Cas' head fell back against the seat as Dean released his grip around him. He leaned over and pressed a few kisses to his sweaty neck before he pulled his arm out from behind Cas and leaned over the front seat. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out some napkins.

"You okay?" Dean asked as he wiped Cas' chest off.

"I can't feel my legs."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Once Dean was finished wiping Cas' chest off, he tossed the used napkins in the front seat and looked over at his friend who was looking at him. Not at his face, but as his dick. Cas reached over and started to reciprocate but found that it was hard to do with his right hand. "I'm left handed," he simply told Dean.

Dean moved so that he was leaned against the back door, spreading himself before Cas. Cas scooted over and faced Dean, reaching out holding Dean's dick firmly in his grasp. Dean frowned at the confused look on Cas' face, but before he could say anything, Cas bent down and put Dean's dick in his mouth. Dean gasped and Cas quickly pulled back.

"Did I do it wrong?" Cas asked, scared he'd hurt Dean.

Dean quickly shook his head. "No! No, you were fine. I just… are you sure? I mean, you don't have to – I would like it a lot if you did, but you don't have to do that."

"I'm not completely sure what happens in the back seats of cars – as this is the first time I've ever done this – but is this not what you're supposed to do?"

"Only if you want to," Dean clarified one more time. "But if you'd rather give me a hand job, I'm cool with that, too."

Cas simply shrugged. "I'll give you a blow job."

Dean leaned forward and kissed Cas, heatedly. He leaned back and Cas went back to giving him a blow job. It didn't last long. Dean had only gotten a handful of blowjobs in his life and this was by far the best one. He wasn't sure if Cas was just a natural at it or if it was the situation all together, but Dean came after a few minutes. Dean smiled at Cas as he wiped off Dean's chest.

After that, Dean and Cas made out for a little while before putting their clothes back on and going back inside. Dean artfully dodged everyone's questions about what had just happened by telling them he and Cas "caught up" and that the small red mark on his neck was a mosquito bite.

Dean chuckled to himself as he laid in his bed looking at the ceiling. "Mosquito bite…" he said shaking his head slightly. It was obviously not a mosquito bite.

There was a soft knock on Dean's door that made him raise up on his elbows as he told his guest, "What?"

His younger – but much taller – brother peeked his head in the door. "Got a second?"

"If you make it quick, I'll give you a minute."

Sam rolled his eyes as he walked in and shut the door behind him. He sat down on the end of Dean's bed. He'd had this all planned out in his head exactly what he was going to say to his brother, but now that he was in Dean's room, he was at a loss for words. "Well, spit it out."

"Are you gay?"

Dean had been asking himself that since he'd starting having weird fantasies about Cas. The only thing Dean knew was that he wasn't attracted to men, but Cas was his exception.

"No."

"But… Dean, I know what a hickey looks like. Cas had a hickey when you guys came back inside."

Dean tossed his legs off the side of his bed to sit beside his brother. "I know. And I'm the one that gave it to him."

Sam looked confused. "So you're gay."

"Nope."

"Dean ˗ "

"You're making it too black and white, baby brother. It's simple. I like Cas. That's it. I don't like any other guy. I like him. It's not a girl thing, it's not a guy thing, it's a Cas thing."

"So, you're… gay for Cas?" Sam asked, trying to understand his brother's logic.

Dean sat there for a second, contemplating what Sam had said. "Yes," Dean said before smirking. "I'm a lot of things for Cas."

"Ew."

"And what if I was gay? What are you going to do? Disown me?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't care. I'm more worried about what you're going to tell Mom and Dad."

Dean shrugged. "Nothing for now. Last night was fun, Sammy, but it's up to Cas what happens," Dean said as he got off the bed and walked over to his desk.

He didn't want to think about where this thing with Cas wasn't going to go. It was all over school that Cas had been accepted to a lot of different colleges – a lot of big name colleges like Yale and Harvard. Dean's GPA was pretty good for a guy that didn't try very hard, but the best he was going to get was University of Kansas. Simply put: whatever he had with Cas had an expiration date on it.

"So, you're just going to… lie?"

Dean chuckled and turned to face Sam, leaning against his desk. "You say it like it's a bad thing… or a new thing. Besides, there's nothing more to lie about with Cas than with you and Jess."

Sam blushed as he looked down at his hands. Dean smiled and moved back over to his bed to sit beside his brother. "Jess and I ˗ "

"You can't fib a fibber," Dean said interrupting him. "Look, Sammy, don't worry about it. Everything's fine and there's nothing to worry about. I'm straight, save for the exception of Cas. Mom and Dad aren't going to know about anything because there's nothing for them to know. Life is going to proceed as usual. Got it?"

Sam sighed and nodded his head. "Got it."

"Your minute is up. You know where the door is."

"Jerk."

"Bitch," Dean said to his brother's retreating form.

He sighed when Sam shut his bedroom door. He walked over to his bedroom window and looked out across the side yards to see the Novak house. Cas' curtains were drawn like they always were. He swore the boy's room never saw the light of day. He wondered if Cas was in trouble for the hickey. He wanted to go over there, but he honestly had no idea how to proceed with Cas. Were they friends? Were they more than that? Did Cas ever want to do this again or was this just the experience he realized he'd missed out on and now it was over? Dean looked at his phone sitting on the bed. Maybe he'd text him.

Cas was trying to study for the history test he was going to be having next week. It was hard to concentrate on his notes when last night was replaying over and over in his head: everything from the innocent kisses in the utility closet to the blow job in the back seat of the Impala. Cas rubbed his bottom lip, thinking about Dean's dick passing back and forth between his lips. He figured he would experience a blow job, but not the act of giving one. Cas remembered the salty taste of Dean's precome and his moaning.

He felt his dick getting hard and sighed. This would be the second time today he'd have to masturbate if he didn't get a hold of himself. He shook his head and clutched his notes a little tighter, reading out loud, "The Hundred Years War actually lasted 116 years from 1337 to 1453."

He got up and started pacing, hoping this would help the blood flow to other parts of his body instead of his dick, but the more Cas tried to concentrate, the more difficult it became to do so. His mind kept reminding him how his name sounded as Dean moaned it, how it felt when Dean gripped the back of his hair as he started moving Cas' head up and down his dick, and how Dean looked when he came. Cas stood in the middle of his room and sighed, rubbing his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.

He shook his head and thought about what was going on up there. What was happening? Where did this leave him and Dean? Was this just something Dean wanted to give him because he explained his dilemma to the eldest Winchester son or was this something Dean wanted? And most importantly, was he gay? Cas had never thought about guys. Whenever he imagined his future, he pictured a wife and kids. He wondered if he ever really wanted that in the first place or if that was just what he was expected to have.

Cas felt like he was having a mid-life crises. Was anything his parents ever talked him into actually what Cas wanted to do or was he just blindly listening to their biased guidance? This made him question everything in his life in that single second.

Cas groaned, letting his head fall back as he squeezed his eyes shut. The only thing he saw was Dean Winchester.

That settled it for Cas. No studying would take place today. Cas tossed his notes on his bed and walked out of his room. His mother, Naomi, was standing in the kitchen making lunch as he walked by towards the front door.

"Castiel?"

Cas stopped. He was so close to being out the door. "Yes, ma'am?" he asked as he turned around and walked into the kitchen.

"Where are you going? I thought you had a test to study for."

"I do. I did. I studied, I mean. Dean just sent me a text and he's having trouble with his math homework. I'm going to go help him," he lied. Cas had never lied to his parents before last night. What was getting into him?

"Oh, well, be home before supper," his mother said sternly.

"Yes, ma'am," Cas agreed quickly before hurrying out the door.

Cas got to the Winchesters' front door and rang the doorbell twice. He was getting a little impatient and wondered if he should ring the doorbell again, but then the door opened and there stood Mary Winchester.

"Castiel! Oh, hi sweetie! It's been so long since I've seen you on my front step!" she told him before giving him a tight hug.

Cas smiled as Mary hugged him. He remembered how she would give him cookies before going home for supper. She told him it helped him grow up into a big, strong man. "Hello, Mrs. Winchester."

"Cas, honey, you know better than that. Call me Mary. Come on in. Dean is in his room. You remember where that's at, huh?"

"Yes ma'am," he told her.

"Are you hungry? I was about to make the boys something to eat."

"Yes ma'am."

"Sandwiches? I've got some cookies, too," she said with a wink.

Cas chuckled softly. "That would be nice."

She pushed him towards the stairs. "Go on up. I'll come get you guys when it's ready."

Cas trotted upstairs and knocked on Dean's door.

"What?" he heard Dean call from the other side.

Cas opened the door to find Dean tossing his phone on his bed.

"Hey," Cas greeted.

Dean spun around to find Cas standing there. "I just texted you," he told Cas.

"I probably should've done the same thing before I came over," Cas said, realizing how brash his actions were, how out of character it was for him to do something without permission.

Dean quickly pulled him into his room, shutting the door behind him. "No, no. Don't worry about it," Dean told him. He smirked at the collared shirt Cas wore, trying to hide the hickey at the base of his neck. "I figured you were grounded," he told him.

Cas shook his head. "I was only ten minutes late. I told them you had car troubles and they haven't seen the…" Cas trailed off, motioning to his neck.

Dean reached up and moved the collar back to see his handy work. He and Cas locked eyes and Dean sighed, before pulling Cas against him and kissing him. All the questions Cas had would have to wait until later. Right now, Dean had other plans for Cas' mouth.

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