6:30 in the morning was excessively early as far as Castiel was concerned.

Too early, and too damn cold. Something he really should have considered before moving to Kansas, but how was he supposed to know?

He was currently leaning against his brother's car trying to regain some feeling in his already numb hands.

Gabriel's head poked out of the driver's window, sounding decidedly annoyed, he mumbled, "Five years and it's never had any trouble, but on the coldest day of the year it decides to break."

Castiel raised an eyebrow, "Gabriel, I hardly think the car is to blame for your lack of maintenance."

Shooting his brother an annoyed look, Gabriel got out of the car and trudged back inside their apartment. Moving to follow him, Castiel stopped for a minute to look over the smoking engine, but all he could tell was that something had exploded; information not helpful when trying to fix it. He sighed and walked through the door, relishing the warmth, and finding Gabriel on the couch.

"You know that you still have to attend class. We'll take the bus."

He jutted his lip out in a strange semblance of a pout, "Cassie, I'm not taking the bus! It'll take at least an hour, and I don't have that kind of time!"

Gabriel slumped lower into the couch as Castiel looked around, "Do you have any better ideas then?"

There was a brief moment of silence, and then Gabriel suddenly perked up. Eyes shining, and a fairly devious grin slowly spreading across his face – something Castile had learned from an early age was never a good thing for him – he stood.

"Actually, I think we do have a car!"

Castiel shot him a wary glance, "You know as well as I do that we do not, and no one would give us a ride on so short of notice, especially this early in the morning."

Gabriel's grin widened, "Yes, we do know someone. All it'll take is a short phone call, some pretty words, batting eyelashes, and good ol' Dean will drive us over in a second!"

Castiel felt his eyes go wide and his limbs felt stiff, "I can't do that. I can't simply call him up and ask for –" Gabriel interrupted with a scoff, practically leaping towards Castiel to put his hands on his brother's shoulders.

"Nonsense! Sam was telling me all about when you first met him! From what he said, I think you two are wasting a colossal amount time by not fucking right now."

Castiel face turned white and he stilled, "Gabriel, I don't know what Sam was seeing, but I do know that is not how it is between us. Besides Dean is not even interested in men, it's a wholly inappropriate suggestion."

His grin widened as he let go of Castiel's shoulders, "Well have I got some information for you. Sammy let slip that his brother swings both ways, so you have at least half a chance of bagging some ass, and we have more than half a chance of getting a ride!"

Surprised, Castiel paused as his brain attempted to take that information it. Dean was interested in men. Maybe there was something to the weird events of the previous night.

Now was not the time, however, and he looked over to Gabriel, "I don't even have his number."

His brother rolled his eyes, "Call Sam, Dean will be with him. You are not making me take the bus!"

Castiel nodded, realizing that if they were ever going to make their respective classes, he was going to have to call the man.

His heart pounded in his chest as he thought of talking to Dean after what happened last night, and after the realization that he had a chance with the man.

He almost kissed me.

No, no. Must not think that. It was not what happened anyways. Dean had been so close to his face, and it looked like he was leaning in, but he was not expressing interest in him, was he?

That night, when he turned around and saw Dean at the bar, right in front of him, with a smile that could make angels cry – Castiel almost passed out. And watching him as he walked away with the drinks was worse. Dean had been wearing very tight clothing.

The drive to his house had been strangely tense, and when Castiel stepped out of the car to find Dean so close, he panicked. But the man pulled away, quickly driving off without a backwards glance, leaving Castiel with an odd sense of disappointment and abandonment. Obviously any attraction he thought he saw was not truly there – after all, Dean would have acted on it without trouble.

Lost in his thoughts, he jumped when Gabriel snapped his fingers in front of his face and handed him the phone, which was already dialed, "Plan on doing this soon? I have to take some rather important assessments today if you don't mind."

He took the phone and listened to it ring twice before Sam picked up.

"Gabe? It's 6:45 shouldn't you be out of the house by now?"

"Sam. This is Castiel, Gabriel's car has, um, exploded. And we were wondering if Dean would mind giving us a ride. Only if he can of course, we could take the bus or walk if needed."

"NO BUS." Gabriel yelled, standing next to Castiel.

There was a chuckle, some shuffling on the other side of the line, then a cheerful, "Sure! I know he wouldn't mind! One minute I'll wake him."

"No! Sam you don't need to if he's asleep –" Sam cut him off quickly, assuring Castiel it was no trouble, and that Dean should learn to wake up this early anyways.

There was some banging and a faint call of "Dean!" before he heard Sam speak again.

"Dean! Wake up, Cas needs you to give him a lift."

More mumbling, and a gruff voice carried over the phone, "Give."

Castiel's heart stuttered slightly and he thought it best to sit down as Sam handed the phone to Dean.

"Cas?"

Castiel nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound. The combination of poor phone quality and his just woken state made Dean's voice seem rough, like he spent the night moaning and – no he cannot think of that, Castiel has a reason for calling.

"Hello Dean. I'm sorry Sam woke you, it wasn't necessary, but Gabriel's car doesn't seem to be working and if it isn't too much trouble, we could really use a ride across campus."

Dean laughed slightly, making Castiel's stomach flip, but before he could reply, Gabriel – whom Castiel had until then forgotten about – yelled into the phone, "Dean if you drive us I promise I'll give you Castiel to fuck for a night!"

Castiel lunged at Gabriel, but the man kept shouting, "Dinner, empty apartment, clean sheets, the works!"

There was a slight choking sound from the phone, before a clipped, "On my way" stuttered out.

Had Dean's voice managed to get even deeper?


Not two minutes later, Dean's sleek car pulled into their driveway beside Gabriel's smoking junker. Gabriel ran out quickly, leaving Castiel to lock the door behind him, and sauntered over to the passenger's seat of the Impala.

"Oh no short stuff. Not going to happen." Dean quipped, "I am not having you riding shotgun and messing with my stuff, go sit in the back."

Gabriel looked slightly put out, "But I suppose Cassie get's primo seating?"

Dean scoffed and looked over to him, "Anyone's better than you, princess."

Looking between the two men, Castiel felt slightly uncomfortable as Dean gestured to the seat next to him, but he slid in, closing the car door gently.

"I suppose he would like riding better." Gabriel mumbled, barely audible.

Castiel shot him a warning glance, and Dean if he noticed did not say anything, thankfully.

"Thank you for driving us," he murmured as the car left the curb.

Castiel looked over the man. He obviously just rolled out of bed, with his hair matted on the side he'd slept on and a loose shirt he probably threw on at random.

It would be interesting, Castiel thought, to see Dean like this often, barely awake, rough voice, sleepy smile, he wondered if the man slept shirtless, in loose fitting boxers that would slide off smoothly, easily, giving him effortless access to his body – Castiel stopped himself, for the second time that day, from imagining several rather inappropriate things Dean could be doing.

Lost in his musings he almost missed when Gabriel yelled for Dean to stop as they arrived at his building. He pulled to a stop next to the sidewalk, and put the car in park.

"Thanks Dean-o, see you later Cassie!" Gabriel tousled his brother's hair and jumped out, slamming the door behind him.

As Gabriel ran to his class, Dean smiled and turned towards Castiel, "What about you, where do you get off?"

Anywhere you are.

"A few streets over."

Shifting into gear, Dean drove away from Gabriel. As the car rolled along, Castiel was content to sit in silence, and apparently so was Dean. It wasn't awkward, which was a relief, but there was remained a sort of tension in the space between them that he couldn't calculate.

Nearing the library, Castiel indicated that Dean should stop, but as he was pulling up to the curb, Dean's eyes went wide and he suddenly jerked the car away from the sidewalk.

"What's wrong!?" Was something the matter with Dean? Or the car?

"Nothing." Dean paused, "Nothing at all." He drove further up the street before stopping. "Just someone I would rather not see right now."

Castiel, confused, glanced back to where they had been. There was a woman walking, tall, with dark, wavy hair – very pretty.

"Girlfriend troubles?" Castiel felt his heart sink – of course someone like Dean had a girlfriend. It probably took the man all of one day within coming back to find someone.

Dean gave an uncomfortable laugh, "No, not really. Ex-girlfriend troubles more like." He shook his head and continued,

"I'm not, you know, with anyone right now. It's a story some other time though, preferably a time with more liquor."

Castiel nodded and opened the door to the Impala. He turned to Dean to thank him, but the man held up a hand, "Yeah, I know, you're going to say thanks and apologize. Again. Don't worry about it, I'm happy to give you a lift anytime you need it."

Another bright smile emanated from Dean and it made Castiel's knees go weak, "I'll see you later."

Castiel nodded and stood back as Dean drove off.

He sighed.

Bi and single and not interested in Castiel. Dean was going to be the death of him.


That evening found Dean rubbing a hand over his face in a tired motion. He was beginning to feel the strain of working late hours everyday and not getting the enjoyment of spending the money. It was best for Sam, and he wouldn't trade it for anything, but sometimes it could be a real bitch to not get nights off.

He really needed to get laid.

Currently sitting on his couch, Dean was debating whether to cancel his plans with Sammy in lieu of some sleep. However, he hadn't seen Sam in what felt like weeks, despite sharing an apartment, so he felt obligated to spend his one night off with his baby brother.

Dean grabbed his phone and texted Sam.

"Where and when for food and beer?"

Within a few minutes, he received a reply, "Same place as last time at 6. Don't text again I'm in class!"

Hmph. Sam was probably taking excessive notes on a lecture that someone was taking a video of to be shared later; most likely he hardly even needed to be there. But that was Sam, in all his glory.

Dean grabbed his jacket and stepped outside into the cold. Locking the door behind him, it wasn't until he was turning the ignition when he realized that he was going to the bar where Cas worked.

Dean had been driving Cas and Gabe every morning for the past week, mostly because he needed to take Sam somewhere, so he might as well bring them. It was nice seeing Cas everyday, if weird at first. He wondered, on that first day when he rolled out of bed and grabbed the phone only to hear the sound of a voice that haunted his dreams, if it would be weird between them. He was worried Cas was going to mention anything about what he tried to do outside his place.

When he didn't, Dean assumed he was dropping it and they were going to carry on as friends, which honestly made him more relieved than he thought he should be.

He hadn't gone back to that bar during any of Cas' work hours though. Why torture himself when seeing the sleep–mussed hair version of Cas was already hard enough?

Unfortunately, Sam wanted to go, and it would be too hard to arrange for somewhere else in time. Besides, it was a Saturday night, literally the busiest time of week for bartenders, it was unlikely he would be able to even see Cas.

Dean arrived, parked his baby and walked into the dimly lit building. It was significantly more crowded than when he was previously there. Some music with a heavy beat playing in the background, but the majority of the noise came from the conversations of the customers – mostly college students looking to unwind before they spent all Sunday finishing work.

Dean smirked, glad he didn't have to deal with that shit anymore. He told the hostess he needed a spot for two, and was lead to a small booth-like table. Once seated he ordered a beer.

Waiting for the time being, Dean glanced around, looking for anyone he could possibly take home, and studiously ignoring the bar area. Unfortunately, the bar was where most of the people were crowded around, and when he looked over, he instantly found Cas.

Dressed in all black today, with an apron tied around his waist, the low light made his eyes stand out among the dark shadows, and somehow it made his skin glow.

Staring stupidly, unable to look away, Cas suddenly looked up from the customer he was serving and made eye contact with Dean. That small, maddening smile appeared on his mouth, but before Dean could wave, or even smile, a tan, blonde man materialized behind Cas.

The guy wrapped an arm around Cas' waist and swiveled him around so they were standing face to face, pressed against each other.

Dean's eyes went wide at the sight, and a hot flash of anger went through him. Castiel, completely embroiled with the man, turned a bright shade of red and laughed at something the guy said. He pushed him away before returning to make drinks for the girls at the bar, no doubt leaving the sight of Dean forgotten.

Get it together, Dean.

It was only obvious that Cas would have someone, after all it would explain why he had rejected Dean before. He had been fairly certain that Cas was gay, and now he knew for sure. He also knew that now he had no chance with him.

That blonde man looked like a major douche, but from the way he made Cas turn that sade of red, and the way he so easily coaxed that little laugh out of him, made him sure that they were together.

It was surprisingly disappointing. He didn't have time to dwell on it, however, because at that moment he heard a familiar, high pitched laugh.

Well shit.

Lisa was here.

He wished he could melt into the chair, she was a conversation he was not ready for. They had gone out for about a year – longer than Dean had ever been with someone before – but they had split – less than amicably.

Dean had been avoiding her ever since she came back, but there was no escape at this point, and when he saw her, he knew that his night was about to go downhill, real fast.

Why the hell did he get here so early? Sam didn't get out of class until 6.

Dean glanced at his watch, it read 5:45. Too early, and not nearly enough time to escape Lisa waving and sauntering over to his table where he sat alone.

If Dean were being truthful with himself, he would know why he grabbed a table about half an hour early – and it had absolutely nothing to do with the blue-eyed bartender he was absolutely not looking at anymore because he was taken.

"Dean! Dean it's been ages how are you?!"

Lisa's voice carried over the evening crowd as she materialized by Dean's table, wide eyes happy and slightly glazed over. How much has she had to drink?

"Great, it's been good. You know, working, helping Sam with his college stuff."

Dean wasn't particularly into talking about his personal life, especially with someone like Lisa. He wasn't going to spill his guts just because of some history between them.

"You know, I probably shouldn't even be talking to you, Victor would be pissed," she covered her mouth as she was taken in a laughing fit, "But it was such a good opportunity, I mean a Saturday night, at a bar and the Dean Winchester doesn't have a date!"

He winced slightly at her words, and he thought he felt his face redden slightly. It wasn't that he hated being alone or single, it was just that he hated Lisa seeing him alone and single. It also made it worse that she had already found someone.

"Well you know what I mean anyways."

Dean knew what she meant: that he should, by all rights have one guy and one girl on his arm by now and be having a good time, but tonight he was here for Sam. Not for finding a not-so-much-stranger with soft, dark hair and a smile that could light up a room and wide eyes that would crinkle and –

"Dean?" Lisa waved a hand in front of his face, "You still with me? I mean I know you took the break up hard, but isn't it time you moved on?"

She giggled, and Dean narrowed his eyes. It wasn't like Lisa to be so blunt.

He began to see where she why she had walked over here. Put enough alcohol in anyone and they start making an ass of themselves, like clockwork.

"Look, Lisa, I think you've had a bit too much, and you should really watch what you say."

She scoffed, "Please, I know we were, like, crazy good together, and it was hard for both of us, but you really need to get over what we were."

Dean began shifting uncomfortably in his seat, looking for an out – any out, anything at all to keep him from having to endure the awkward situation that was talking to an ex-girlfriend he used to consider spending the rest of his life with.

Yeah, he had a difficult time dealing with losing her, but at this point in his life, he felt nothing between them, and her presence didn't mean he couldn't go out and have fun without her, as she was implying. What right did she have to talk about his life as if she was still the center of it?

Dean felt his anger rise as Lisa began talking loudly about, something. He was too pissed to care at this point.

As she continued to talk loudly, Dean felt himself snap.

"You know there are lots of people out here, not just you? I mean lots of women and men around here that I could be with."

"Oh really?" Lisa did another infuriating giggle, "Then why are none of them flocking to you, wise one?"

"Well," Dean hesitated, "because I'm, uh, kind of, with someone now."

Biggest lie of the century, but hey, a guy could dream couldn't he? It was worse than he thought it would be, seeing Lisa for the first time after breaking up, and the lie sort of slipped out before he could filter it.

"Oh reeeaally?" Lisa's speech was getting more sporadic and slurred, "Well you know what I think, Dean? I think –"

But Dean never got to hear the rest of what Lisa thought about his fictional boyfriend, because at that moment, he felt two hands grip his shoulder from behind and glide down his chest while a rough, stubbed chin rubbed against his and a voice sexy as sin made a breathless noise in his ear, loud enough for Lisa to hear, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Practically a growl really.

One that held all sorts of suggestion in it and made Dean want to hear what it would sound like after a night of rough sex.

"Cas?!"

Dead did not squeak, not at all. Not even when Cas started to plant ghost kisses along the side of his neck and rub his hands up and down his chest. Dean could feel the sigh of breath that Cas was exhaling on the sensitive spot just below his ear, and the combination of his hands pressing against his torso lightly and the rough drag of 5 o'clock shadow on his neck was driving him absolutely fucking insane.

"Cas, I –"

A low 'tsk' from Cas once again to cut him off. Dean felt a slight pressure on his chest as Cas move to straddle him in one fluid motion.

Agile bastard.

The thought set off all sorts of visions of exactly how many ways he wanted to test Cas' flexibility, what Cas would sound like with Dean's hands around him, showing him all the ways someone could make him feel -

His thought process was suddenly derailed entirely as Cas, now positioned with legs on either sides of his hips, grabbed Dean's face with both hands, tilted his head to the side slightly, and slammed their mouths together.

He felt overwhelmed with the sudden sensation of having Cas pry his mouth open with his tongue and trace the roof of his mouth with little, teasing graces that left his head spinning. The guy practically assaulted his mouth, sucking on his tongue and stealing all his breath to the point that Dean thought he was going to pass out with the feeling.

It tasted like cheep beer and salt, and fucking incredible.

The whole thing happining too suddenly for him to react, Cas abruptly pulled away ever so slightly and Dean found himself chasing after that magic mouth of his. Cas didn't get far before murmuring, "At least pretend you're into this," before biting Dean's bottom lip.

Oh.

Oh...

Well you couldn't blame him for being a bit shell shocked. It wasn't easy keeping your composure with the subject of every fantasy for the past week sitting in your lap giving you the fuck-me-now-before-I-die type of kiss he was currently experiencing. He never dared to think about Cas like this – with eyes wide and red mouth parted slightly and slick, just inviting him to bite – never dared unless he was alone, with his head thrown back and one hand down his pants.

Well he wasn't going to let an opportunity like this pass him by, act first, ask questions later, that was Dean's motto.

Finally coming to his sense – or at least what was left of them – Dean gave as good as he had so far gotten with Cas. He met Cas' tongue and tasted every bit of that distracting mouth which had been plaguing his dreams.

Dean brought his hands up to cascade through Cas' hair, but as he moved, Cas grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms, pressing them to the back of the seat.

Moaning slightly at this display of power, Dean struggled half heartedly against the restraint, earning him a low grunt from Cas.

"Down." There was that growl again, sending blood reeling through his body straight to his dick.

Dean felt he might go mad if he didn't get to at least touch some part of Cas. His hands burned with the idea of getting to feel those shoulders or hands or something.

Fortunately he was saved from madness by the sudden movement of Cas' hips. Subtle enough to attract attention and yet not enough to actually solve any of the problems Dean was facing, Cas started to ride him ever so slightly and Dean felt his erection grow and could physically feel when his mind left his body. Small movements circling around his hips, moving in time to the music made Dean pant.

Remembering enough about what was going on, Dean forced small, jerking thrusts forward in an attempt to get more friction between them, and when Cas realized what he was doing, He could feel him grin over his mouth. Apparently it wasn't enough for Cas either, because the man let one of Dean's hands go and instead snaked it under Dean's ass in order to pull his hips up into him.

Dean let out a surprised gasp that was swallowed by Cas, and he let a full body shudder when their dicks rubbed against each other, grinding through their jeans. The man was surprisingly strong, and the though opened so many possibilities for him.

I'll bet he's good at this pressed against a wall.

Goddamn Cas for his fucking lips and tongue still mercilessly exploring Dean's mouth and stealing any air, making his mind reel, and fuck Cas for those hips that returned to moving in small circles, now just barely touching his dick enough to elicit a reaction before moving away and his damn chest rubbing against Dean's and making his heart race.

He dimly heard Lisa clear her throat and say something, but she left and Dean could feel his focus shifting entirely onto getting Cas out of those jeans, people around them be damned! All he had to do was get his other hand free to push Cas down and get rid of his building sexual frustration.

But as Lisa left, Cas suddenly broke the kiss, let go of Deans hands, and stared into his eyes.

Damn were they some nice eyes.

Cas slid off Dean's lap, his hand straying and pressing slightly against Dean's dick enough to cause him to jerkingly thrust up. Cas avoided looking at Dean, straightening his mussed tie and attempting to re-comb his hair into something a bit more presentable.

"Sorry," Cas said, looking bashful – strange look on a guy who may have just given the hottest full body kiss of my life – "but she really shouldn't say things like that. And you seemed like you needed . . ." he gestured vaguely with his hand.

The blush that rose on Cas' cheeks had to be one of the hottest things Dean had ever seen, and it was all he could do to not force Cas back onto his lap and finish what he started.

Of course, before Dean could act on any of his urges, and fuck if he was going to let this opportunity end so easily, he had a raging hard on that needed attention, Sam walked through the door to the bar, spotted Dean immediately, and walked over.

Fuck fuck fuck Sammy! Why now?

Glancing between his brother and Cas, Sam asked, "You guys okay? Anything happen?"

Sam snickered as Dean cleared his throat and Cas blushed even further and mumbled, "I'll be going back to work now," and returned to his place behind the bar.

Cas studiously ignored Dean for the rest of the night.

But damn. Cas felt too far gone to think properly, and he may have screwed up more drinks than usual, but who had to know? He had ridden Dean Winchester, and he wanted more.