Summary: AU. When Dean and his friends go on a summer break, he meets a boy who, despite the love they find, can't go back to Lawrence with him. They start to write to each other, and to his surprise the boy comes to Lawrence looking for him. Please R&R!

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Dear Dean

Chapter Four

Dean backed Castiel towards his bed, the younger man gasping as a delicious tongue slid into his mouth. He moaned, Dean smiling into the kiss as they both collapsed onto the bed, rolling over so that Dean was beneath Castiel. Castiel's heart pounded in his chest. He wasn't ready for this. They'd known each other one day, yet they were establishing a relationship and Dean was getting him into bed. It was all happening too quickly.

"Dean..." He breathed, rolling his eyes as Dean kissed his neck, "Dean...Dean."

"Hmm?" Dean replied, kissing his way up to Castiel's chin.

"I'm sorry..." Castiel whispered, "I...We're going too fast..."

Dean looked at him with a slightly confused expression, confused as to why Castiel looked so frightened.

"I'm not ready." He continued, "We've known each other for one day...and I-I've never been with anyone intimately before other than sharing the occasional kiss..."

He flushed and bit his lip.

"I'm so sorry."

Dean felt so sorry for him. He didn't care that he wasn't going to get off, which shocked him a little, since one night stands and dirty fucks in motel rooms were all he knew. Getting off was really all he'd ever focussed on, but now, he didn't care that he'd go back to the beach house with an aching hard-on. Castiel seemed...well...too special for that. Yeah, Castiel was special. He was the most beautiful man Dean had seen in a long time, and something inside him fluttered at the very thought of Castiel being a part of his life.

"Hey, it's alright." Dean promised, "I'm sorry for rushing you into this...I'll, uh...I'll see you tomorrow, huh?"

"Stay?" Castiel whispered, "Stay here. You don't have to go...I..."

"We've known each other one day and we're staying with each other?" Dean asked, noticing the sadness that washed over Castiel's eyes.

'I don't want you to go.' The younger man thought.

"I've never met anyone who I had feelings for so quickly." Castiel whispered, "I really, really like you. I want to get to know you more."

'I don't want to leave.' The older man thought.

And he truly didn't. He didn't want to go anywhere. He just wanted to stay with this beautiful man and look after him, to spend the night getting to know him.

"Okay." Dean whispered, "I'll stay."

Castiel smiled, kissing Dean's lips gently before stroking his face.

"Tell me about Kansas."

"So, God played the cruel joke and made me the gay son of a very religious man...I've never taken my shirt off in front of any partner I had. My dad blames my mother's death on me. Reckons its a punishment because I'm...what I am."

Dean blinked back tears at the sadness of Castiel's life, feeling incredibly lucky to have had the life he did. Castiel's childhood hadn't been nice, and his mother had suffered a lot with his father's abuse and heavy handedness.

"Cas..." Dean whispered with sympathy, "I-I had no idea..."

"I didn't expect you to, we only met this morning..." Castiel chuckled, Dean kissing him gently.

They'd been laying on the bed for the past three hours, just talking to each other. They'd shared a few kisses, happy to lay there just looking at each other. Dean watched Castiel yawn, smiling at him gently.

"You tired?"

"Mhm..." Castiel replied, Dean grinning in response, "You?"

"Yeah." Dean whispered, Castiel pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

For the first time in his life, Dean Winchester slept beside somebody who wasn't naked, and who he hadn't had sex with. He smiled to himself. He was growing up.

The days that followed were blissful. Dean spent the majority of them with Castiel and it seemed that they'd really hit it off. Sam was concerned that they were moving too fast, but Dean just brushed it off and said that things were okay. They'd go to the beach and Castiel introduced Dean to his favourite room in the house, the library. Small as it was, it was Castiel's favourite place apart from the beach.

Dean took Castiel on dates to the beach, they'd have dinner at Castiel's house and then maybe laze on the couch and watch movies together. It was wonderful. Perfect even. Castiel had accepted that he was in love. He didn't know any other name for what he felt. He loved Dean, but he knew that their time would draw to a close, and that Dean would leave him. He decided not to dwell on that just yet, but just to enjoy the moment.

The two of them would spend afternoons kissing on Castiel's bed, or sometimes on Dean's. They'd lay there and talk for hours, learning so much about each other. They'd listen to music or just have it playing in the background when they were together. Dean told Castiel about his car, and Castiel showed Dean his car. It was a dark blue '69 Mustang, a car that Dean could imagine sitting perfectly next to his black '67 Chevrolet Impala in the driveway of a nice house with a white picket fence.

And strangely, Dean wasn't freaked out by that. He was completely comfortable with it, and he wondered if maybe he was falling for Castiel. As in, falling in love with Castiel. He didn't want to dwell on that though, not when he was going to Castiel's for a date. He headed across the street to Castiel's house, keeping the flowers he'd bought hidden behind his back. As Castiel opened the door, the pair shared a deep kiss, the younger man beaming up at Dean who presented him with the flowers.

"Oh, Dean..." He breathed, "They're beautiful. Thank you."

"I know it's kind of a girly present, but..."

"No, they're lovely." Castiel replied, "You know how much I love red roses, they're gorgeous."

Dean was met with another kiss, Castiel welcoming him inside before putting the flowers in water, going to the stove to serve up dinner. Dean could smell the home-made pizza, a recipe that Castiel had learned from his mother at a young age. He could smell the fries and the salad, and the gorgeous cherry pie that was baking as well.

"Cas, this smells delicious." He said, Castiel smiling as he served up the neatly cut pizza, the fries being served into a bowl to place on the table along with the salad.

"Thank you." Castiel replied, "I hope it tastes as delicious as it smells."

"I'm sure it will, baby." Dean replied, Castiel grinning at the pet name.

They settled to eat, both in companionable silence before Dean reached across the table and took Castiel's hand in his own.

"Hi, baby." He whispered, kissing Castiel's hand which made him blush.

"Hi, baby." The younger man replied, Dean grinning and kissing his hand again, "Dean, you make me blush."

"That's 'cause I like it when you blush."

Castiel giggled, the sound sweet in Dean's ears. They finished their meal, heading into the living room where the fire was blazing, Castiel starting music playing, soft and slow through the room.

"The fire? In summer?" Dean asked, Castiel blushing again and looking to his hands.

"Just thought it'd be romantic." He said, "I can turn it off if..."

"Oh, Cas, I'm sorry." Dean replied, shaking his head, "I wasn't thinking...It's really, really nice."

"I was wondering if..." Castiel began, "If perhaps...to celebrate our twenty-first day together we could maybe..."

"What?" Dean asked with a smile, taking Castiel's hand as they slowly started to dance together, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Castiel kissed in return, allowing Dean to lean into his neck.

"Go a little further in our relationship." He continued, rolling his eyes as Dean licked and nipped his neck.

"You sneaky little thing." Dean laughed, "We'll go however far you want, baby."

"I don't quite know how far I want to go, Dean..."

"That's okay." Dean whispered, kissing him gently, "That's really okay."

-TBC-

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