AN: You know what I love about my reviewers? You guys seem to know exactly what I put the most thought into. I tried my best to integrate the series into the story so thank u 4 noticing Gackt. Thank u Phoenix 4 appreciating Death. I tried to make him as badass as I could. Please keep reviewing, it inspires me to write and helps me know what u like. Fair warning: not very many laughs here, some decent porn, I think.

"So," Michael studied Castiel, "You and Dean."

"We're not a thing," the young man shook his head.

"I know," Michael nodded, "He isn't exactly boyfriend material but I keep hoping."

"You know what? I'm working. I have no time to deal with my one night stand's whatever you are," Castiel started to walk away.

"You poor boy," Michael was genuinely sorry for Castiel, "You're falling for him."

"I've known him for two days," Castiel was annoyed.

"I believe you," Michael removed the handkerchief from his nose, "Because if you knew him you'd know he's done a lot more with less. If you want my advice, stay away from him."

"Says the guy who was blowing him five seconds ago," Castiel was really getting put out with Michael.

"I love him," Michael admitted, "And as much as he hurts me I cannot walk away from him without feeling like something is eating away at my organs. It's my fault for being weak but I just wish someone could have given me a heads up." Michael put the handkerchief in the inside pocket of his jacket as he walked away from Castiel. He would wash and save it. He found it was easier to stay away from Dean when he had something to hold on to when longing made him ache.

Castiel went back to his desk, his good mood deflated. He did his work facing Sam's office, foregoing his view of people as they entered. "Cas," Dean showed up two hours later.

"Mr Winchester, how can I help you?" Castiel was all business. Michael had made some valid points. Dean was someone he could easily fall for. Not only could he not afford to fall for someone right now but he definitely couldn't fall for a flirt.

"Come on, don't," Dean reached out and pulled his hand back before it made contact with Castiel.

"What do you want?" the raven haired boy asked.

"I want to give you something," Dean shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at his feet. He wasn't sure why he was doing this. He just knew thinking Castiel was mad at him didn't feel good.

"What? A burning sensation when I pee? No thanks," Castiel kept his eyes on the papers before him.

"I thought you might want to borrow the Impala for the day," the green eyed man offered awkwardly, "It's a busy day and you don't have a car."

"Okay," inspiration struck Castiel.

"I'll come pick it up at your place," Dean placed the keys on the desk before Castiel could reject his less than subtle attempt to get himself into the shorter man's home. After getting Sam and Death a bacon dog and one dry looking salad along with chocolate milk and some water respectively Castiel took both set of keys and exited the building.

"What do you think you're doing?" a deep voice asked Castiel as he dragged his hand over the perfect paint job of the Cadillac.

"I'm taking this baby for a spin," Castiel was bragging just a bit.

"The hell you are," a chocolate coloured man came into his line of sight.

"What are you? The car guard?" Castiel rolled his eyes, "The owner gave me the keys," he held them up.

"I've heard about you," the stoic expression didn't cool, "You're the tea lady."

"Cute," Castiel huffed but decided not to engage, "Please get out of my way," he requested politely.

"Make me," the other man came closer, blocking him completely from the door.

"Very mature," Castiel laughed, "Look," he said when he saw the other man not moving, "I will never get another chance to drive this car, and I really want to drive this car so get out of my way."

"You say that like there's something you can do if I don't," the smooth baritone continued antagonistically.

"Dude, I grew up in a home for boys with the name Castiel," the young man warned, "Where'd you learn to fight? Boarding school?"

"Raphy," an amused voice stopped the angry young man, "Father would not approve."

"I'm warning you Castiel," the stern faced man said in a low voice, "Do not get into that car. You will regret it."

"That only makes me want to do it more," Castiel smiled and watched the other man walk off. He wished all the people who had said his posture was stiff could see this guy.

"He's going to make your life a living hell," a slight man walked up to Castiel. He was wearing a t-shirt under his jacket instead of a shirt like everyone else. "Balthazar," he extended his hand, "And don't take my brother's actions personally," he shook Castiel's hand, "He's jealous. Frankly so am I."

"Pardon me," Castiel did not see why this man and his ass of a brother would be jealous of him.

"Well, only one of us has ever driven that thing," Balthazar didn't even touch the car, just stood back and looked at it, "Not counting the time Lucifer stole and crashed it, which did not end well. He meets you for five seconds and hands over the keys? You must have made one hell of an impression."

"You're one of his eleven children," it dawned on Castiel, "And so is the guy I just ticked off."

"Don't take it personally,"Balthazar shrugged, "Raphael hates everyone."

"I should really ask for people's names before I mouth off," Castiel raked his hands through his hair.

"No matter," Balthazar waved, "As long as you don't piss off our father or Michael you're golden. Being at odds with Raphael is not good and Virgil always backs him up but if you have Dad and Michael in your corner..."

"Michael wouldn't happen to be a really cute guy with dark hair, chiselled jaw, green eyes, wearing an all black suit, would he?" Castiel played back the day's events.

"That's daddy's little perfectionist," Balthazar nodded.

"And this day started out so well," Castiel further messed up his hair.

"Father approves of you so Michael will forgive you whatever indiscretion. He has the disease to please," Balthazar assured, "Nice meeting you Cassie, I can see why Death likes you."

"Thank you," Castiel smiled, "And call me Cas."

"Enjoy your ride Cas," Balthazar walked away.

"I plan to," Castiel mumbled, "Seeing as people are already lining up to take it out of my ass."

Lucifer watched Castiel get into his father's prized car and drive off with his fists clenched. He took deep breaths, trying to contain his rage. He understood why his father had let Michael drive the car. Michael was the only surviving son of Death's great love. Tessa had died before her time, giving birth to what would have been their second son together. Neither of them made it back home. Death had ten other children by three other women. Lucifer, Zachariah and Virgil by Eve, Raphael and Uriel by Missouri and Gabriel, Balthazar, Anna, Rachel and Cupid by Elanor Visyek. He did the best he could to show them all affection but that was not an easy feat for any parent with so many children and Death was a hard man.

Castiel didn't get over twenty miles per hour on his drive. He could not afford to damage this car. It was a smoother ride than he thought. The car wasn't modified in any way but it was in pristine condition. Castiel stuck his hand out of the window and felt the wind pass through his fingers. For fifteen glorious minutes he was light and free, sitting on a cloud that moved slowly through the Earth. He parked the car and pocketed the keys. His drive in the Impala was not as relaxing. Every part of it reminded him of Dean. He dropped it off at the auto body shop with vindictive satisfaction, put a rush order on it and took a cab back to work.

"Novad," Sam called. Castiel had that sinking feeling again. He entered the office and waited silently for instruction. "Lucifer needs assistance in the fourteenth floor conference room."

Castiel nodded and went looking for the correct conference room. He knew by now that there were numerous conference rooms on each floor. His boss just wasn't going to tell him which one.

"You're giving him to Lucifer?" Death tilted his head.

"Yes," Sam nodded.

"Why not take him outside and shoot him?" Death asked, "It would be more humane."

"And when have I ever been accused of that?" Sam returned in the same cool tone. Death tilted his head in acquiescence.

Working for Lucifer turned out to be even less fun than working for Sam. Not only did Castiel have to put up with insane tasks but he was also subject to being berated and humiliated. Then Raphael joined in. He and Lucifer were in the collecting part of the business, laying claim to people's homes, cars and other assets. It was hard work for Castiel. It was so painful for him to know a child was missing out on a great education because a parent decided to go wild in Vegas that all the torture being thrown his way was a dull ache in the background. He ran back and forth between his usual job and the hazing ritual because a) he needed to give Death back his car keys and b) he was sure Sam would give him a sandpaper enema if he let things on that side slip.

"I need a break," Castiel spoke up three hours after he was supposed to have gone to lunch.

"You can have a break or you can have a job," Rahael replied. This was all unnecessary. There were employees that were getting paid to do this crap work. Lucifer and Raphael just wanted to make Castiel suffer and watch as it happened. Jealousy was an ugly thing. By the end of the day Castiel hurt all over. Raphael walked out with satisfied albeit cold smile.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" Lucifer smirked after watching Castiel clear up and organise the paperwork they had racked up in the past half day.

"Suck my dick," Castiel walked turned to walk away.

"Watch your mouth," Lucifer grabbed his upper arm and turned him forcefully.

"There's just you and me in here," Castiel said in a low smug voice, "I'm the one who'll be leaving this room with a bruise and any person with sense in their head knows I would never be the one to attack you."

"You son of a bitch," Lucifer shoved Castiel.

"I'm short, skinny and gay," Castiel made his way to the door, "I had to fight dirty to survive where I come from."

The young man disappeared through the door as Lucifer watched with grudging admiration. When he got to his desk Castiel picked up his long discarded coat, folded it onto his arm and turned to leave only to run into Dean. "It's eight thirty," the young man sighed, "The only thing in my stomach is half a candy bar I wolfed down next to the vending machine to keep my blood sugar from bottoming out. Can't you just let me go home?"

"Death left you some food in the kitchen," Dean answered, "And please tell me some dick is parked in my spot."

"No," Castiel walked around Dean to the kitchen.

"Cas," Dean tried to remain calm, "Are you sure that's the Impala?"

"Yep," Castiel tore through foil and bit into a bacon dog.

"Have you seen it?" Dean wasn't sure the young man knew what he was verifying.

"Uh huh," was all the answer Castiel mustered with his full mouth.

"Castiel," Dean kept his voice level, "Why is my car pink?"

The young man just raised his shoulders, munching away. He pulled the milkshake out of the fridge and gulped. "Dammit Cas, answer me," Dean dropped his bag.

"I had your paint job retouched," Castiel set the food down. He knew that eating too much too fast after a long day on an empty stomach would give him a tummy ache.

"I get that you're pissed at me but you love that car," Dean could not imagine that Castiel felt that wronged.

"My boss wanted to send you a message about touching his toys," Castiel corrected, "I need to get on whatever semblance of a good side he has so as to never, ever, ever be stuck in a room with Lucifer and Raphael ever again."

"You little bitch," Dean pushed Castiel up against the wall, pressing up against him.

"Does it make you feel more like a man to call me that?" Castiel tried to mask his heavy breathing with attitude.

"No," Dean slipped his hands between their bodies, "You know what would?" he started unbuckling Castiel's belt, "Burying my dick in your ass."

"You want to bend me over right in this kitchen?" Castiel's face turned crimson, his cock filling with blood.

"I want to make you beg," Dean shoved his hands into Castiel's pants, palming the substantial bulk there.

"No," Castiel moaned.

"My cock is hard for you," Dean brushed his member against Castiel's thigh, getting much needed friction, "It doesn't matter how I get off. It just frustrates me more," Dean growled into the young man's ear and let his pants fall, "Let me fuck you," he rubbed his length against Castiel's.

"Yes," the young man's head fell back.

"Undress me," Dean took Castiel's hands and put them on his belt, "I wanna kiss you."

Castiel started freeing Dean from his pants. Dean kissed him, passionately, cradling his face in his hands. Kissing Castiel was a pleasurable, sensual experience. It was turning his shaft purple with pent up need but there was another feeling, one he couldn't put his finger on but it felt good too. Castiel moaned as he pushed Dean's boxers down and grabbed his bare ass, causing the muscular man to grunt.

"I need to be inside you," Dean broke the kiss. Castiel lowered his underwear and bent over a counter. Dean watched his pale supple ass.

"Take me," Castiel panted, "Now Dean."

Dean slicked up his fingers with saliva and inserted them into Castiel. The raven haired boy pushed back onto the fingers wantonly. Dean slicked pre-come over the head of his own cock, biting his lip and groaning. "I need you inside me," Castiel stole Dean's sanity. He removed his fingers and started sliding slowly into the tight, puckered flesh.

"Fuck Cas," Dean wrapped himself around the slight frame, enjoying the contact between their bodies. He wrapped his hand around the younger man's girth. "You feel so good," he panted into Castiel's shoulder.

"Tighter," Castiel groaned out. Dean gathered the fluid leaking from Castiel's head and slicked up his cock. He pumped in time with his thrusts causing the room to fill with rough moans.

"Are you feeling me?" Dean whispered in Castiel's ear in a breathy voice.

"Yes," Castiel reached back and pulled Dean's hair, feeling like he'd lose his mind with passion.

"Do you like that?" he squeezed Castiel's plump rod.

"Dean," Castiel cried brokenly.

"Oh God," Dean's movements hastened, "Cas, I'm gonna ahh."

"Dean," Castiel spilled thick white fluid on the floor. Dean gripped him tighter, spilling his seed into him.

"Fuck Cas," Dean panted into the back of his neck.

"Dean..." Castiel turned he face so he could see Dean's, "Am I imagining things... or did you not use a condom?"

"Uhm," Dean swallowed, "You said I should take you, that you needed me, inside you."

"Could you...?" Castiel pushed Dean back. Dean pulled out of Castiel's tight little ass. "This is why I can't do this with you," Castiel pulled up his slacks and underwear. "I'm not the guy who picks up strangers in bars. I'm jealous and I'm afraid of having rashes and things. Believe me I've made my share of stupid sexual decisions but I'm a boyfriend," he removed his handkerchief and wiped his semen off the kitchen surfaces.

"Okay," Dean nodded after pacing a little, "I can do that."

"Do what?" Castiel blinked, standing up.

"Be your boyfriend," Dean answered.

"It's a bad idea," Castiel was talking to Dean and to himself.

"I've done a nine block walk of shame with a third degree burn," Dean reminded him, "Trust me, I know it's a bad idea. Let me come home with you anyway."

Castiel cradled Dean's face and gave him a tender kiss. "Be straight with me, okay?" Castiel's blue orbs were vulnerable.

"Okay," Dean kissed Castiel's forehead. His life was now complicated on toast. There was a reason he didn't have boyfriends. He was afraid Castiel would find out. He was afraid of what Castiel would do if he did find out but he was too afraid to tell him. For the first time in his life he was sleeping with a man he was afraid to lose.