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Charlie smiled to herself when she saw Dean get out of his car that morning. He had a smile on his face that she hadn't seen there in a long time. When he got closer to the front door, she looked back at her computer as if she were working. Once the door opened, she trained her eyes back on the tall, bowlegged man.

"Good morning, Charlie," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Well, good morning, Mr. Winchester."

He walked into his office and Charlie waited for a beat. She wanted to rush in and ask if he'd heard from Cas, but she knew Dean wasn't usually a morning person.

"It's okay, Charlie. You can come grill me."

She squealed happily and hurried into his office, sitting down in front of his desk. "So did he call?"

"No."

"What?" Charlie asked, clear devastation all over her face.

"I called him."

"Oh! And?!"

"He came over last night. I cooked us some steaks – "

"Says Mr. I'm-too-tired-too-cook-after-work…" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Do you want to hear the story or not?"

"No, no. Continue."

"Anyway, as I was saying, I cooked us dinner and we talked…"

"And….? Are the two of you banging?"

"He wants a relationship."

"Are you going to give it up, Dean? Are you actually going to date him?"

Dean shrugged. "Yeah," he told, giving her a sly smile.

"Oh, Dean. This is great. Wait, this is your first boyfriend, isn't it?" Dean nodded. "Welcome to the club."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I think having a dick in my mouth was my initiation into the club."

Charlie dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "You were just playing in the lobby, Dean. This is big business here. You're dating a guy. This is commitment. This is more than a phase, dude."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

"So, how did the talk about him quitting his night job go? Cas seems like the romantic type. I bet he just told you he'd quit."

"You know nothing about Cas."

"He's dreamy, Dean. I know that much. And he makes you happy. So, the night job?"

"We didn't talk about it."

Charlie frowned. "What? How could you not talk about it? It's like the elephant in the room."

"He's doing this to put himself through college."

Charlie tried not to laugh, but she ended up make a high pitched squeak. "Is he really?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to ask him to quit, Charlie."

"So, then you're going to be okay with strange men calling your boyfriend in the wee hours of the night to masturbate to his voice? Getting off to him telling them all manners of dirty things?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at the red head. "Are you deliberately fucking with me?"

"I just don't want the two of you to get attached and really care for one another and then have this become a problem for you. It's best to nip this in the bud before you start," she told him with a shrug.

"I'm pretty sure he isn't jerking it to every guy that calls."

"Did he do it with you?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. I kind of… took over and then I dropped the phone. Look, I'm not worried about it. It's his job. It would be just like me asking him to stop working at the coffee shop because I stopped drinking coffee."

"That's never going to happen."

"Exactly."

"No, I meant the coffee thing."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Are we done here?"

Charlie smiled brightly at Dean. "I think so. Oh, wait. When do I get to meet him?"

"Never, if I'm lucky."

"I think we're out of coffee."

"I think if you walk out that door before five pm, you're fired."

"So touchy, jeez," she said, playfully sticking her tongue out at him before going back to her desk.

Dean sighed as he turned his chair to face his window. He didn't mind Cas' second job. He knew what it was like needing money. You do what you have to do, right? This is something Cas had to do… and something Dean had to let him do… right? Besides, just because Dean and Cas were dating didn't mean Dean owned Cas. Cas was very much still his own man, and even if Dean was possessive, all he had to act possessive towards was a voice on the other end of a phone that he'd never hear. Everything would be fine.

^O^

It was almost noon when Charlie called out to Dean that he had a phone call. He was underneath the hood of a Dodge Stratus. They were easy enough to work on, but this one was giving him problems. "Who the hell is it?"

"Samsquatch."

Dean grabbed a rag and wiped off his hands before taking the phone from Charlie. "What's up, little brother?" he asked Sam as he took the phone into his office.

"I wanted to call you before you made plans Friday night."

"Why? What's up?"

"Jess wanted to cook her famous Tex-Mex spread. She wants to go all out this time: tacos, enchiladas, quesadillas, and nachos, the whole nine."

"Who all is she cooking for?"

"Well, that's the thing. She wants to introduce you to a girl she met."

"Oh, yeah, about that. I'm, uh, kind of seeing someone."

"Wait, what? Since when?"

"Since last night."

"I didn't even know you had a prospect. Last weekend you were talking about going out and getting laid."

"Things moved kind of fast…"

Sam was silent for a moment. "Then we'll cancel Jess' girl and you can bring your girl."

"About that…"

"Is she not available?"

"It's not that. The 'she' is a 'he'." Sam was silent for too long. "What?"

"You're dating a guy?"

"I am," Dean said, waiting for his brother's verdict.

Sam knew Dean had sex with men. Sam had the pleasure of coming over one morning to borrow some luggage from him and found a guy doing the walk of shame. Sam was shocked, to say the least. His big brother was a man's man. Dean worked on cars and drank beer and got dirty and sweaty and had sex with women. When questioned about it, Dean simply looked at Sam and said, "Why not?" Sam knew that Dean didn't take shit from anyone and he was going to do whatever he wanted to do. Their mother always described Dean as a baby panda: they were going to do what they wanted to do and there was not telling them otherwise.

"Then I'll tell Jess and you can bring over the guy. I mean, if you want."

"Really?"

"Dean, you're going to be my brother no matter what you stick your penis in. If I were going to disown you for that, I would've done that a really long time ago."

Dean chuckled. He knew he could always count on his little brother. "Thanks, Sammy."

"So, what's his name?"

"Why? So you can get on your laptop and Sam him? You aren't going to Google search my boyfriend, Sammy. You'll meet him Friday."

"Sam him? What the hell does that mean?"

"You research everything. Be normal for once and not know his life story before you meet him."

"I do not."

"You knew everything about Charlie before I even let you meet her. I remember you asked me how her dentist's appointment went once and I didn't even know she'd gone."

"One time, Dean, that was one time."

Dean rolled his eyes. "That's all it takes. Tell Jess to make a lot of food. I'm coming hungry."

"You always come hungry."

"Just tell her."

"I will."

Dean and Sam get off the phone. He was grateful for Sam. He wasn't sure if this would last long enough to tell his parents, but if it did, he really had no idea how they'd react to it. Dean's always pushed the envelope. Like, the one time he brought two girls to prom, or the time he came home with a tattoo. Then there was the time he left home for a couple of years and was a roadie for Metallica and the summer he spent rebuilding the Impala he found in his Uncle Bobby's salvage yard without any help from his dad or uncle. And the latest surprise was when he got a loan and started his own business.

However, his parents could surprise him this time by not being impressed and being like those dick parents that disown their kid because they wanted to have a relationship with the same sex. He knew his mother would be upset because there would be no grandkids. He and Cas could always ado – what in the fuck is going on with Dean's mind? He'd been dating Cas for less than twenty-four hours and he was already hypothetically adopting kids with him.

He walked out of his office, hanging the phone up as he went. He needed to get back to work and get his mind preoccupied with fixing this stupid white piece of shit instead of adopting babies with Cas.

^O^

Around four, Dean finally called it a day. The car was fixed and out of his shop. He was a happy camper. He remembered the dinner his brother called him about and figured he should ask Cas if he was even free to go. He sent him a text that told him to call him. The phone was barely out of his hand before it rang.

Dean smirked. "Hey."

"Hi," Cas said, with an obvious smile on his face. "What's up?"

"What are you doing Friday night?"

"I am completely free."

"How do you feel about eating the best Tex-Mex you've ever had? Made by a real Texas girl?"

"I think that sounds delicious. Tell me what I have to do and I'll be there."

"Well, you have to be at my house at 6:30 Friday night, looking fucking hot. Then greet me with the best kiss I've ever had and then get in the car with me and let me drive us to my brother's house where his girlfriend will have dinner waiting for us."

"Oh, I see what you did there. Disguise the meeting of a family member with good food and short make out session. I'm on to your games, Dean Winchester."

Dean chuckled. "You caught me." He paused briefly. "But you're in, aren't you?"

"Of course."

"Good. What are you doing until Friday night? Don't tell me I have to wait that long before I can see you again."

Cas' heart started beating faster than the Energizer bunny. "I have a study group tonight, but I'm free tomorrow night until work."

"Tomorrow night is good."

"It is."

"Do you want to stay in or go out?"

"… stay in," Cas said, knowing they shouldn't stay in because he just knew one thing was going to lead to another. But it was okay, now, huh? They were dating. They were officially an item. Sex happened with relationships. They were eventually going to bang, why not tomorrow night?

"Good," Dean said. He wasn't going to push the sex issue, but he sure as fuck wasn't going to keep his hands to himself. Especially if that little shit showed up wearing a button down and vest again. ZZ Top knew what they were talking about when they wrote Sharp Dressed Man…

"I've got to go. I need to grab a quick bite to eat before heading to the library."

They were both hesitant to say 'bye' since neither were ready to really get off the phone. Dean smiled down at his phone once he'd hung up. When he looked up, Charlie was standing there, grinning like a loon. "Go home, Charlie."

Charlie forgot all about how cute Dean had been while talking to Cas. "What? Seriously?"

"Yes. If that gets you the hell out of my office, dear God, yes. Go."

Charlie's smile got a little wider. "You're the best boss, Dean."

Dean rubbed his face, but stopped when he realized his hands were still dirty from working on that dumb ass car. "Shit!"

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