It Goes Like This Chapter 4, a supernatural fanfic

It had been two weeks exactly since Dean met Castiel (not that he was counting; only chicks did crap like that) and Dean couldn't remember being happier. He had taken Cas out on three more dates since the diner; once to an amusement park a few towns over, once to the movie theater in downtown Sioux Falls, and once to Dean's house to watch movies on a night when Sam had informed Dean he wouldn't be coming home (to which Dean spent the next twenty minutes alternately heckling his brother and digging for information on the girl). This was most likely the reason he was up at an ungodly hour on a Saturday, whistling as he cooked breakfast.

Just as Dean set a plate of pancakes on the table and started the eggs, Sam stumbled out of his bedroom, complete with bedhead and a sleepy smile. "Breakfast," he moaned, dropping into one of the kitchen table's chairs. He looked at Dean hopefully. "Are those gonna be scrambled?"

Dean snorted. "Jeez, you're such a kid, Sammy. But, hey, why not?" He gave his little brother a happy grin before scrambling the eggs, attempting to whistle along with a Zeppelin song.

"Not that I'm not thrilled to be getting homemade breakfast, but what the hell are you doing up at eight AM on a Saturday? Isn't this your self-mandated day of sleeping in and generally not giving a rat's ass? I don't think you've made Saturday breakfast since my I graduated from law school," Sam commented, eyeing his brother curiously while dosing his pancakes with a liberal amount of strawberry syrup.

Dean gave an eye-crinkling grin. "What can I say, Samantha? Maybe I'm just happy."

"But why?" Sam inquired, groaning in delight as he took his first bite of strawberry-covered fluffy goodness. "Dean, you have to cook more often."

"Why do you have to question everything? Just let it be and enjoy the ride." Dean stole a forkful of Sam's pancakes, smacking his lips. "That strawberry's not half-bad, Sammy, but you can't beat good ol' maple."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but the maple is helping you along to a heart attack at thirty-five. Fruit is healthy and tasty."

"Gah, you just ruined it," Dean cried dramatically, grabbing his own plate and smothering it in maple syrup.

"You're gonna burn the eggs!" Dean chuckled at his brother's admonition, returning his focus to the scrambling eggs in the frying pan. He lowered the heat, scooping a healthy amount onto his syrup-soaked plate, at which point Sam pretended to gag.

"Hey, you don't like it, then you can go without," Dean said menacingly, and, sure enough, Sam grumbled, but he quit complaining. Dean grinned at Sam's sudden compliance and poured a good amount of the eggs on a smaller plate for Sam.

"So what's been up, bro?"

Dean glanced at Sam, pausing between bites. "Nothing, really. We got a new kid transferred in, but that's about it. Why?"

Sam's lips twitched up into a slight grin. "Just checking in. We haven't really hung out in a while, you always seem to be busy. Is it that bar chick you took home a few weeks ago?"

Dean hesitated. "It might be," he hedged, uncomfortable. He wasn't having this talk with Sammy yet, dammit!

Fortunately for Dean, that was all Sam seemed to want to know. "Well, if she's the reason you're making breakfast again, she's a keeper, dude." He grinned and went back to shoveling his food into his mouth.

"Maybe," Dean agreed, a small smile gracing his lips.

"What's up, fuckers?" Jo greeted Dean and Castiel, grinning.

Ellen stood off to the side, drying a plate with an exasperated look on her face. "Jo, you done spewin' profanities?"

Jo scoffed, throwing an arm around Dean's shoulders. "I do not spew profanities, Ma. I enunciate them clearly, like a fucking lady."

"Joanna Beth!" Ellen looked furious.

"Sorry, Momma," Jo yelled, peeking over Dean's shoulder to get a better look at Castiel. "Who's this, Dean? He's cute!"

Dean flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, this is, um…"

Castiel stepped in, offering helpfully, "I'm Gabriel's brother. I've recently decided to move, and since Dean is friends with my brother, and Gabriel is a terrible friend, he has foisted me off on Dean as an attempt to familiarize me with my surroundings. Dean told me that I would have to visit the Roadhouse to truly start to 'fit in'."

Dean sagged in relief, throwing a thankful smile in Castiel's direction. Ellen set the plate down, staring at the two men surrounding her daughter thoughtfully. "Boy, I know you aren't gonna come in here and not greet your aunt Ellen properly."

Dean rolled his eyes. "No, ma'am, wouldn't dream of it." He grabbed Cas's hand and pulled him over to the bar. "Cas, this is Ellen, the only woman in her right mind who'd take on my uncle Bobby." He pulled the dark-haired woman into a tight embrace, placing a kiss on her forehead. "How's Robbie doin'?"

"Growin' like a weed and testin' every limit put in front of him. Of course, his father seems to think it's adorable; says it's just like lookin' at you round that age." Ellen scowled, as if her four-year-old son's bad behavior was all his fault. "He does like that golf set you sent over, though," she admitted with a grudging smile.

"Who's Robbie?" Castiel asked politely, a small smile gracing his lips.

Dean laughed. "That's Jo's little brother, Ellen and my Uncle Bobby's kid. He's four."

Castiel's eyebrows knitted together, clearly bemused. He looked at the blonde, who was clearly at least twenty, and back to Ellen and Dean. Ellen burst into laughter. "Don't look so unsettled, boy. I had Robbie when Jo was sixteen. It's been known to happen you know." She fixed Cas with a stare that had him blushing, and she laughed again. "Honestly, when I got together with Bobby, we thought I was long past breeding age. But then I got pregnant, and well, we wouldn't trade Robbie for the world." She smiled, nodding to a picture stuck up behind the bar of a towheaded little boy with a mischievous grin.

Jo groaned. "You wouldn't," she muttered, wrinkling her nose. "You aren't the one he's constantly trying to screw with. He's a monster."

"Joanna Beth, you be nice about your baby brother."

"Fine, he's a cute monster."

Ellen nodded, satisfied. "So, what can I get you boys?"

"I could definitely go for some burgers and asoda," Dean said hopefully, looking at Cas for agreement.

Castiel smiled. "That sounds agreeable, if it wouldn't be too much trouble."

Ellen grinned from ear to ear and gave pointed looks to both Dean and Jo. "You two could learn from this boy. He's polite. Dean, your friend here is welcome back any time he likes." She smiled again before bustling off into the back, presumably to get their food.

Dean chuckled, clapping a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "Nice one, Cas. Ellen's real picky about the people she allows in her bar."

Castiel's brow furrowed. "Isn't anyone allowed to come in?"

Jo snorted. "Yeah, but Mom has her favorites, the ones she 'allows' in. She's a lot nicer to her favorites, and sometimes she'll let them get away with free drinks." She smirked at Dean, who threw up his hands in mock-frustration.

"Why are you always pickin' on me? Sammy gets free drinks, too!" He complained, while Castiel chuckled, laying a hand on Dean's arm.

"I thought you taught kindergartners, not that you were one," Cas teased, lightly squeezing Dean's arm and sending his boyfriend a smile before letting his hand fall to his side.

Jo raised an eyebrow at the touch, but didn't comment on it. "Oh, didn't Dean tell you? That's why he likes his job so much, because they're all at the same level."

Dean scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "What, is it Pick on Dean Day or something?"

Ellen walked back behind the bar, carrying a tray with steaming food on it. "Are you two fighting already? He just got here, Jo, can't you keep your trap shut for even a little while?" She tried to sound stern but just looked at the two fondly.

"'Keep your trap shut'?" Dean asked, smirking. "You've been around Bobby too long. He's rubbing off on you, Ellen."

Ellen rolled her eyes, deftly removing the baskets of burgers and fries from the tray and sliding them in Dean and Castiel's direction. "Jo, get those boys something to drink and a good table before the rush starts."

Jo groaned, grabbing two mugs from behind the bar and filling them to the brim. "Pick up your plates and follow me," she instructed, sashaying along to the REO Speedwagon song that was playing.

Dean stifled a snort of laughter, picking up his and Castiel's plate, grinning at his boyfriend. "Well, you heard her. Let's follow the demon and hope she doesn't make a meal out of us."

Castiel giggled, until he heard Jo's voice yell, "I heard that, Deanna!" Which, of course, made him laugh harder. Dean rolled his eyes, grumbling, but he couldn't resist watching fondly as Cas chortled.

"C'mon, you," he muttered, giving the smaller man a small smile. "Let's go eat." Dean bumped his hip against Castiel's, which effectively stopped the laughter.

Castiel looked up at Dean, licking his lips hungrily. "What are the chances I can get you to forget about dinner and just take me back to your place?" He murmured seductively, blue eyes darkening with barely-restrained lust.

Dean bit back a moan. "Oh, god, Cas, I'd love to… But Sammy's home, and so is Gabe, and…" He bit his lip. "I really wanted to have dinner with you."

Castiel felt his heart melting, a sappy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's go, before Jo thinks we've actually been eaten by a demon."

Dean hummed as he walked through the front door, smiling in a way he hadn't for a while. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in this good of a mood at the end of a school day. Dean had a fresh pie waiting at home that Ellen had sent over, which made him intensely happy. Plus, I'm going to see Cas tonight, he thought with anticipation. With luck, they would have Gabriel's apartment to themselves, so they could fool around without Castiel's elder brother interrupting every five minutes or just being a general nuisance.

As it turns out, when something feels too good to be true, it usually is. Dean kicked off his boots and dropped his bag on the ground, still humming, when he noticed Sammy sitting at the kitchen table, face pinched. Dean took a hesitant step towards his little brother. "You okay, Sammy?"

Sam's head snapped up, clearly surprised. "Dammit, Dean, I didn't expect you to be home so soon," he said quickly, running an impatient hand through his hair.

Dean frowned slightly. "Sam, it is four o'clock in the afternoon. Of course I'm home. Honestly, I'm kind of late, thanks to this Garth's mom being late to pick him up."

Sam looked taken aback, doing a double take at the clock on the wall. "Well, shit. I must have lost track of time." He frowned slightly. "Wait, who's Garth?"

Dean grinned. "Garth is a third-grader. He's in one of the other classes Gabe helps out in, and he's kind of a problem kid. He needs a freaking para*, and we have an opening, but nobody's signing up." He scowled, frustrated with the school system, but shook his head. "Anyway, Garth's mom doesn't get off work until fifteen minutes after school is over, and she's got a half-hour commute from where she works to the school. So Gabriel asked me if I'd let Garth start hanging out in my room until his mom gets there. He's a little weird, but he grows on you."

Sam chuckled. "I'm still shocked that you're a teacher, no matter how amazing you are at it. You and kids, who would've guessed." He sighed, moving his hand to the papers in front of him. "Well, I have it."

Dean's eyebrows knitted together. "You have what?" He asked cautiously. "Cause, seriously, Sammy, if you got some sort of STD, I really don't wanna know about it," he joked nervously, jiggling his leg to try to ease some of the tension in the room.

Sam's lips thinned. "I don't have an STD, you jerk. I have the file you asked for. My friend got back to me today with everything he compiled." Sam slid a thick manila folder across the table.

Dean felt a knot in his stomach, because even though he didn't want to remember what he had asked of his little brother, he knew what this file contained. It was only confirmed when Dean took a seat across from Sam, eyes locked on the folder that had his brother's messy scrawl across it: Gabriel Milton

Dean sighed, cradling his head in his hands. This wasn't going to be easy. "Uh, thanks, Sammy, but I don't really need this anymore." He shifted in his chair, waiting for the inevitable bitching.

Sammy did not disappoint. "What the hell, Dean! This took up time and favors I could have used on something else, but I did it, for you. Not to mention the websites I had to get Charlie to hack, which could get me arrested if anyone ever found out. I mean, I don't mind doing you favors, man, but don't make it seem important if it's just something trivial."

Dean grinned. "You got our baby cousin to do something illegal?"

Sam's eyes narrowed, lips thinning even more. "Not the point, Dean. What the hell is going on? You were like a man on a mission when you came into my office last month. You wouldn't have done it for something so unimportant that it could be solved in a month." Sam's eyes softened slightly and he tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. "Look, if you're in some kind of trouble… I can help you. But I need to know, Dean, you have to talk to me."

Dean sighed, frustrated. There was no way he was coming out to Sammy right now, but he had to say something, or else his brother would just keep harping on it until Dean either strangled him or blurted out his secret. "I, uh, slept with someone who turned out to be related to Gabe, and I guess when Cas showed up at Gabe's, what he found was a bloody mess. I was sort of worried, because Gabriel wouldn't talk about it, so I didn't feel like I had any other choice. I thought Ca- er, they were in trouble."

Sam looked at his brother thoughtfully. "So, is Cas the girl you took home at the bar? The one that's making you so happy?"

Dean fought the urge to grimace, instead pasting a sheepish grin on his face. "Yeah, that would be Cas." And once thoughts of Castiel started playing in his mind, like a home movie Dean would never get tired of, his fake smile was a lot less fake and much more mushy.

Sam, however, watched his brother warily. "Well, then you might still want to look into this. Gabe, man… He's been hiding some pretty important details about who he is. Did you know Milton isn't his real last name?"

That shocked Dean out of his reverie. "What?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, it's his mother's maiden name. He got it legally changed about four months before he moved here. He used to be Dr. Gabriel Novak in Los Angeles. He was actually pretty prestigious, but at the height of his career he resigned and moved here."

Dean's eyes widened. He had known Gabe used to be a doctor, but he had assumed Gabriel meant he had gone to school to be a doctor, started his internship, and didn't like it. He hadn't known Gabriel was prestigious. "Why the hell would he quit a job like that? What do doctors make, Sammy, a lot, right?"

Sam shrugged. "Regular doctors, sure, but I'm pretty sure that most of that money goes to pay off loans from school. But, Dean, Gabriel was so popular, he was able to pick and choose his clients. I'm pretty sure you've got to be pretty important to be able to do that. I looked him up online, and there was one woman who was willing to pay him two grand for a diagnosis."

Dean's eyes were as wide as saucers now. "What the fuck, Gabe," he muttered, mind boggled. "I hate hospitals, and even I wouldn't have quit that damn job. I could have put you through law school, like, twice!"

Sam didn't disagree. "Plus, his family is loaded. Sorry, I took the liberty of going through this in my office today." He blushed faintly.

Dean grinned. "You were that bored? You know, you could have just called in your super-hot secretary for a… how do I put this delicately for your virgin ears? Oh, I know! You could've gotten your head out of your ass, called that beautiful lady into your office, and kissed her senseless."

Sam scowled, but his face darkened to a nice tomato-y color. "Shut up, Dean," he growled. "And I wasn't bored. I was worried about what would make you want to background check your best friend."

Dean raised a brow, clearly not believing him. Sam smiled sheepishly. "Okay, and I was kind of curious. Gabriel doesn't tell you anything, from what you've told me about him."

"He tells me stuff!" Dean said defensively, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Not the important things, Dean. He gives you bits and pieces and hypotheticals, without ever really saying anything substantial. I've been curious about this guy ever since you brought him over for the first time."

Dean snorted. "It sounds like you've got a crush on the guy," he said teasingly, grinning at his little brother.

Sam wrinkled his nose. "Don't be gross. You know I don't swing that way. I'm much more into curvy blondes," he murmured dreamily, before freezing, realizing his slip-up too late.

"I KNEW YOU WERE INTO HER!" Dean crowed, pumping his fist in the air victoriously. He got a manic gleam in his eye that Sam immediately distrusted. "Now we've just got to set the two of you up… And since I'm sure you won't take my amazing suggestion of just kissing the daylights out of her, we need a plan B."

Sam cringed. "Dean– ," he piped up, only to be cut off by his brother's incessant planning. "Dean!"

Dean frowned. "What, Sammy?"

Sam closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, hoping like hell Dean wouldn't freak out. "Jess and I have been seeing each other since May." He glanced up at his brother's shell-shocked expression warily. "We didn't want to get anyone's hopes up, because it was mostly a dare from one of Jess's friends, and we were just playing along. But then," Dean noticed Sam's expression change from rueful to one of hopefulness, "we hit it off, and it wasn't a dare anymore. So we just kept going out, and you didn't really notice, because you do what you always do every summer – "

"What's that?" Dean butted in, scowling.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Drink at the bar, pick up a different girl every night, and never come home before two, if you come home at all." Dean's face turned bright red, and Sam grinned, continuing. "So you didn't notice me not being home as much. I knew you'd get all big-brothery and annoying the moment I told you, so I sort of just… didn't.

"Then you come into the office last month and flirt with my girlfriend and I was a little pissed. Jess was, too, because she was tired of being a secret, and she wanted to meet you."

Dean frowned. "I've already met her."

"As my girlfriend," Sam clarified, rolling his eyes again. "I guess there's a difference. Anyway, I've been working up the courage to tell you ever since then, but you've been pretty busy lately and I haven't really gotten the chance. Of course, that's awesome for me, because I could hang out with Jess without you interfering, but she was getting more annoyed that I hadn't told you yet."

Dean beamed, despite Sam keeping him in the dark for almost four months. He knew that if he didn't make a big deal about Sam's deception, Sammy might not get so angry when (if) he revealed his secret. That's if Sam was still talking to him after Dean's revelation, anyway. "That's great, Sammy! I always liked Jess, although she's definitely out of your league. It's a good thing you're the second best-looking guy around here."

Sam smiled, relieved. "Thanks, Dean, I was wor- wait, what do you mean second best-looking?!"

As soon as Dean opened the door to Gabriel's apartment, he was attacked by a very nimble, very nice-smelling octopus. Its limbs wrapped themselves around Dean's body, and Dean hummed happily, gripping the body that was seemingly suctioned to his. "I missed you," he breathed into messy black hair, nuzzling cinnamon-scented locks.

Castiel gripped tighter. "I hate waiting to see you," he whined into Dean's neck, and he heard the larger man chuckle.

"I'm not a big fan of it, either, baby. But, uh, can we move this into the apartment? Cause you're kinda heavy," Dean joked, kissing Castiel's forehead.

Cas growled, burying his face in Dean's shoulder. "No," he mumbled petulantly, clinging tighter. "I like it right where I am."

Dean laughed breathlessly. "Fine, baby. I guess I'll just carry you inside." Dean's hands slid over Castiel's ass and gripped firmly, and Castiel's breath hitched. Dean grinned innocently, walking into the apartment and kicking the door shut, his hands squeezing gently.

Cas groaned, biting Dean's shoulder through the thin t-shirt. "You're a dirty, dirty tease," he growled, pulling the cloth away roughly and sinking his teeth into the bare flesh of Dean's shoulder.

Dean hissed, his grip on Castiel's ass tightening fractionally. "Is your brother here?" he demanded, fumbling with the handle of Castiel's door. At Castiel's faint 'no', Dean tossed the smaller man onto the bed, grinning predatorily at the flushed face. "I've wanted to do this for a while," he sighed, peeling off his tee and tossing it over his shoulder before kicking the door closed behind him.

Castiel's eyes darkened with lust, fixed on the half-naked man in front of him. He wanted to say something, tell Dean to hurry, tell him to touch him, to tell him something, anything, but his mouth wouldn't obey. He couldn't do anything other than stare and let out breathy gasps as Dean unbuttoned his fly, a sexy little smirk on his lips. You bastard, Cas thought with narrowed eyes, you know what this is doing to me. He forced himself to close his eyes. "Touch me, Dean," he ordered in a rough voice, allowing himself to gaze at Dean again.

His boyfriend paused, hands just ready to shove down his jeans. Instead, his smile widened. "Okay," he murmured, taking slow, careful steps to the bed. Dean didn't take his eyes off of Castiel's once, crawling across the bed to straddle the smaller man, hips jerking involuntarily. Cas moaned loudly, reaching out to run his hands up and down Dean's chest. He tried to lift up his hips, seeking friction, but Dean's hands were pinning him to the bed. "Not so fast, baby," Dean whispered, nipping Castiel's neck gently. His teeth caught the collar of Castiel's button-up shirt and tugged, making Cas whimper. "Are you gonna be a good boy for me, and sit still, or am I going to have to take this off the hard way?"

Castiel's whole body shook with need. He bit his lower lip, only half listening to his boyfriend, fighting against Dean's grip. Dean grinned. "The hard way it is." His hands locked around Cas's hips like steel girders, and his mouth pressed wet, open mouthed kisses over the fabric of the shirt. Once he reached the first button, Dean opened it with his teeth, gently nipping at the freshly exposed skin. Castiel's moans transformed into whimpers. "More, more," he cried, his cock rock hard and straining against his jeans. "Please."

The response he was getting from Castiel nearly drove Dean insane. He longed to finish his game, to tease Castiel good and proper, until the man was driven senseless with want, but it was too much. "Dammit, Cas," he groaned, releasing Castiel's hips and tearing the shirt off of his boyfriend's chest. His eyes roamed hungrily over Cas's chest, but he didn't linger there; what he was looking for was a little farther south.

Dean grinned when he finally took the time to realize what Castiel was wearing for bottoms. He silently thanked every deity he could think of for sweatpants as he shoved them roughly down Castiel's legs.

Cas whined as his cock sprang free, hard and leaking pre-come. "Dean," he cried, desperate. "I need you, please."

Dean planted wet kisses on Castiel's hips, everywhere but where Cas wanted him. Castiel tensed when he felt hot breath blowing on the head of his dick. His eyes locked on emerald green ones, then dropped to plump lips that opened, a tongue snaking out and –

"Ungh, ugadeneaaaaa," Cas moaned unintelligibly, not believing his eyes. Dean's pretty pink tongue licked the pre-come from Castiel's cock, traced the vein on the sensitive underside, and just when Cas thought he couldn't handle any more, those pretty pink lips swallowed him up, and what didn't fit in Dean's mouth, Dean's hands worked.

Dean grinned around Castiel's cock, loving the sounds that were coming from his lover's lips. Dean's free hand snaked down to fondle Cas's balls, and Castiel mewled. When Dean hollowed out his cheeks, sucking hard, it ripped a scream from Cas's lips.

"Dean, I – ," was all the warning Cas could give before he came down Dean's throat, Dean swallowing it up the best that he could. Once he swallowed every drop, Dean crawled back up beside Cas, pressing kisses on his face, while Castiel threaded his fingers through Dean's hair. "Dean, that was… I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life."

"Fuck, baby," Dean whimpered, his hand snaking into his boxers, gripping his still achingly hard cock. He hissed at the touch, starting to jerk when Castiel's hand brushed the tip and Dean cried out.

"Let me take care of you, baby," Cas whispered, kissing Dean's lips gently before flipping their positions. Dean's last coherent thought was how beautiful Cas looked with his lips wrapped around Dean's throbbing erection.

* short for para-educator

So what do you guys think? I'm a little stuck, so suggestions are really REALLY welcome (: I'm probably going to be pretty busy with school, but I'm really into this story, so I'm going to try to get the next chapter up soon. You guys rock, sorry for my shameful attempt at smut :P Reviews rock, so make my day maybe? (: