Author's Note: Hey guys, thanks for reading XD Sorry for the last chapter, I started working on it and then the computer restarted and deleted everything and I couldn't fix it to how awesome it was originally (I couldn't remember everything I'd said). So yeah, sorry for the last chapter and I hope this one'll be better

Warning: This chapter contains mature content (I'm sorry (again) if I suck at writing this kind of thing)

Chapter 3

Dean lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling fan spinning above his head. Despite the cool air it was blowing down at him he couldn't shake the heat that had entered his face. He was flushed and he didn't understand why. His mind circled around this problem to the extent that he didn't notice the door to his bedroom opening.

"Dean,"

A gruff yet beautiful voice shattered his train of thought, causing him to lift his head to investigate. His eyes widened at the sight he had suddenly taken in; there stood Castiel, entirely naked aside from a thin, knee-length, loosely tied house coat that covered all that it needed to. His blue eyes gazed down at Dean, a lustful glint giving away his intentions.

"What are you staring at?" His hands lingered dangerously near the strings that held the fabric over him.

A smile was all Dean could muster at this point, his eyes and mind stuck in one place. Castiel took this as his cue and sashayed to the bedside, gracefully pulling on the ties and shedding the remaining clothing that lay between Dean's gaze and his ultimate goal.

Dean sat up and took Castiel by the waist, pulling his slender figure onto the bed and into straddling position. A smile passed between them as Dean gently reached down between Cas' legs, just millimetres away, he almost had it.

A loud beeping tore Dean from his slumber and into upright position. His eyes snapped toward the alarm clock that said 07:00, it was time to get ready for work. The tired Winchester sighed heavily; this was the fifth time he'd had a dream like that, at least the fifth time that he remembered. Several nights he'd woken up with unwelcomed 'morning wood' that he didn't know the cause of. Very drowsily he climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom, it was time to get ready for the day.

It had been several weeks since Castiel had moved in next door and in that time Dean hadn't seen hide nor hair of the guy. Sam had pestered him several times to apologize but he never went across their lawns to attempt it. Ever since that night, he assumed every night, anyway, he'd witness fantasies about Cas, many of them involving something sexual. Last night had been the closest he'd come to actually coming in contact with Castiel's dick and it was driving him crazy.

At first he hated the idea of liking another guy, but now he couldn't get it out of his head. Every night he craved having Cas next to him, seeing Cas naked, touching him. It was becoming ridiculous. Maybe it was time he went to apologize, he'd spent the last few weeks being stubborn as hell, plus he'd treated Cas like crap the first time they met, Cas probably hated him already. So what did he have to lose?

Deciding that 'nothing' was the answer, Dean came to the conclusion that he'd visit Castiel that evening. Nodding his head, he packed up, got himself ready, and made his way out the door. Several hours passed before he was done work but that time eventually came and he couldn't have been happier for it. Sure, he loved cars and his job at the shop, but sometimes he just didn't feel like working. Today had been one of those days.

Covered in sweat, dirt, and oil, Dean hopped into his car, being careful to take every precaution to ensure his baby didn't get any of the above on her clean seats. Pulling out of the parking lot he began to tear up the road, very excited to be free for the day. As he flew down the streets, he noticed a familiar figure sitting on a sidewalk bench. Slowing down significantly, he approached the solemn-looking individual.

Upon closer inspection Dean realized he was looking at Castiel, the other man was sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head dropped into his open palms. Putting on his four-ways, Dean threw the Impala into park and stepped out.

"Cas?" He asked cautiously, "You okay?"

Castiel's head snapped up, surprise written across his face, and something else that Dean couldn't quite put his finger on. All he knew was that Cas' eyes were red and puffy, "Dean?" His voice almost cracked as he spoke, "I'm fine," Cas quickly tried to cover up his feelings, "Don't worry about it." He looked away from Dean, remembering the evening he had gone over to the Winchester's for dinner.

Dean couldn't shake the concern and intended to fix the problem between them, now seemed as good a time as any. "Come on, man," He sat down next to his saddened neighbour and leaned closer, "What's eating you?"

"Why would you care?" Cas' expression hardened as he stared at Dean.

"Because... Listen Cas, I'm really sorry about that night," Dean said plainly, "I don't know what came over me but I turned into a real jerk. Can you forgive me?"

Cas glared at Dean, an attempt to stay mad with him. However there was something about his eyes, they were honest, almost pleading. Cas didn't know what the hell he was dealing with, though Dean did look adorable... His expression softened and he turned away again, "Yeah, alright."

Dean grinned, "Yes!" Unknowingly, he'd lifted his clenched fist and brought it down in a pumping motion. Cas, however, noticed it and accidentally giggled at it. Dean was thrown, he'd never heard a cuter laugh in his life, aside from Sam's baby laugh, nothing could top that. Clearing his throat, he decided to try again, "So, now will you tell me why you're upset?"

Cas flinched a little and stared down the street, "Well, I had been so busy lately but I finally got some free time, so I decided to visit some of the places I remember." He sighed heavily and shook his head, "I went to my favourite park when I was a kid, the only park in town, I guess. But when I got there, there was this 'for sale' sign with a big 'sold' sticker plastered to it and I saw a bunch of tractors and back-hoes parked around it."

Dean's face had frozen; he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Since when was it for sale? Who bought it? What were they planning to do with it? "How long has it been since I was over there?" He muttered the last question out loud, but didn't come up with an answer. It had been years, at the very least. "I can't believe this," He stood up and paced back and forth, "That's the only park we have, where are the kids supposed to play now?"

Cas shrugged, "I have no idea, though I don't really care about where they'll play. They're kids; they can play just about anywhere and the same level of fun." He stood up and lifted his briefcase, "Well, I suppose I'll see you later, Dean."

"What? Where are you going?" Dean turned to look at Cas, his eyes big and confused.

"Home." Cas said evenly.

"You're just gonna walk there?"

"Well... Yes. I don't have a car and this town doesn't have a transit system. Not to mention that I'm not going to pay for a cab every time I want to go somewhere." Cas shook his head again, "The fare is stupid these days."

"Why don't you ride with me?"

Cas blinked incredulously, "You serious?"

"Hell yeah, come on." Dean smirked and walked around the side of his car.

Cas smiled and hopped in the passenger seat, "Hey Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You're filthy."

Laughing, he put her in drive, "Yeah, yeah I am."

Moments later they were back on the street, heading for home. Dean stared at an upcoming intersection; he knew the park was on that street. He made a last second turn onto the other road, getting a distressed grunt out of Castiel, "Where are you going? Home's that way." He said as he pointed behind them.

"Well I had to see it for myself," He muttered mostly to himself.

They pulled around a corner to see their beloved childhood park, dug up and almost entirely demolished. Dean's eyes immediately scanned for the play structure, a precious symbol in his life, the reason he wasn't married yet. Anger started consuming him as he recalled the most memorable moments spent in that park, sadness filled him the longer it took him to locate that play structure, and longing over took him as the image of big blue eyes flashed across his vision.

"DAMN IT!" He shouted, his fist coming down hard on the steering wheel.

Cas jumped a little, he hadn't expected such an outburst. "Yeah, it's a sad sight," He stared at the remains of his childhood play ground, "My father used to drop me off here every night," his voice seemed to drift as he spoke, "He was too busy to watch me at home, always said it was better I spent my time playing outside rather than wasting away indoors." Laughing, he shook his head and let his eyes wander, "What a stupid excuse. Oh well, I met some great people that way."

Dean sighed again and leaned his head back, "Really, the most memorable moment of my time in this park was spent with a kid I can't even remember the name of." He smirked and laughed alongside Cas, "Hell, he and I hit it off so well we even made a stupid promise to each other."

"What promise is that?" Cas asked, intrigue lining his words.

"He took my hand," Dean lifted his left hand and looked at it, "And said, 'When we're older, let's get married.'" He chuckled nervously, "And when I left the park a few minutes later, he disappeared. I never saw him again. I guess, maybe, that's why I was so defensive about your gay crack." He looked at Cas, "I was pretty broken up about that kid promising to stay with me and then leaving... After that I had been pretty harsh toward homosexuality." He was going to keep going but a look in Cas' eyes made him stop. "What is it?"

"How old were you when you made that promise?" Cas' voice was shallow, Dean couldn't figure out what he was thinking but he decided to answer.

"I was eight, I think. Sammy was four."

Cas' eyes widened momentarily, an image of an older brother holding his baby brother's hand as they walked away with their mother. And suddenly the names crashed through his brain; Dean and Sammy, the two boys who pulled that sweater off of his head so long ago.

"Dean..." Cas didn't know how to put it, what could he say that would get Dean to figure it out? He looked up, his blue eyes staring right into Dean's, and he knew what to do. He leaned forward, his nose brushing against Dean's right before he locked their lips together in a kiss. Just like before Dean couldn't hide his surprise but again made no move to pull away. Finally breaking the kiss, Cas leaned back and took Dean's left hand in his and squeezed it, "When we're old enough, let's get married." He tried to match the way he'd said it those years ago, but that was unnecessary, Dean recognized him.

"Castiel," Dean breathed, whether he was calling Cas' name because he was addressing him, or because he had figured out the name of his childhood sweetheart was beyond Cas at that time. "You're Castiel, you're that kid?"

"Yes, Dean," Cas gave a short, low nod, "I was the boy you promised yourself to."