"You look like you just saw your first vagina," Dean laughed, slapping a hand on his back. "Come on. Besides. Maybe when we have some free time we can get to know each other a little better," he added, the ghost of a smile on hi face.

He held his hand out to Castiel as if to be an arm for him to use to maneuver himself up off the couch. He looked at it for a moment before Castiel decided he didn't need it and got up from the couch by himself.

"Do not belittle me," he said curtly, looking at Dean out of the corner of his eyes and going over to the little green bin on the far side of the room and dropping his banana into it. "If you are truly eager to train with me right now, then I shouldn't be one to stop you. But I must warn you, you won't have much fun."

Dean chuckled and shook his head, "Wasn't planning on it."

Practice was held in the inside pool today, due to the constant sheets of rain coming down. The far wall that went from each side of the gigantic room was just essentially one wall of windows, not allowing anyone to forget the miserable weather outside.

To Dean, though, it was a great day. As much as he loved hot, sunny days, rainy or overcast days were just as, if not better. It toned down his mind, setting him more at ease.

He whipped his hair back, turning off the shower. Like usual, he was last out of the poolroom. He was spacing out when he was cleaning up after the team, and Cas had slipped out when he wasn't looking. Castiel had been giving him the cold shoulder ever since Tuesday. It was Thursday now. Come to think of it, Dean thought, ever since he sucked off Cas' banana.

He chuckled at the thought. Dean didn't exactly have a reason for doing what he did. At the time, it didn't seem so—shoot me, but—homoerotic. After all, Dean had meant it in a more of a joking, teasing manner, not actually to be gay with Castiel. In the end, he had only succeeded in embarrassing Cas, and turning himself on.

Maybe it was just that Cas' blush was addictive to Dean. All Dean wanted anyway was to fuck with him, right? Dean didn't even know Castiel that well anyway.

"Dean?"

Dean whipped his head around to see Castiel standing by the long doorway to the shower room. He had a little more modesty this time to cover himself up with the handy towel he had picked up before he entered.

"Cas?"

Dean noted the effect he had on Castiel when he spoke his nickname. Castiel usually had different reactions—shying away, blushing, pausing whatever he was doing, fidgeting, etc.—Dean was proud to know he had such an effect on him.

"W—why are you taking such a long shower?" he asked, grasping onto his elbow over his chest. "We have training straight after; all you need to do is wash off."

"I guess I'm just pretty dirty," Dean said, shooting Cas a very hot look.

Castiel lingered in the doorframe a couple seconds longer.

"Is there something you need from me? Or do you enjoy gazing at my god-like body?" Dean asked, a smug smirk gracing his lips.

Cas looked like he wanted to say something, but looked strained at the same time. "I—"

"Cas," Dean said exasperatedly, walking out of the shower room, accidentally brushing his steaming hot chest against Cas'. They made brief eye contact before Dean felt his ears heat up and he moved on past the dark haired boy.

He heard feet following him to his locker, and Dean felt confused. Was he actually trying to catch a peek at his junk?

"Listen," Castiel began as Dean sat down on the bench next to his locker. Castiel had practically memorized it—it was down the row from his after all. "I need to ask you something."

"You want to ask me out on a date, yeah? How sweet, Cassie. Unfortunately," he gestured to his long, lean body, "you gotta pay to get this."

Castiel refused the urge to shudder as he imagined how it would feel to slide his body up and down Dean's. The name Cassie slid off his lips so easily. He suppressed any images of Dean moaning that into his ear as—

"And real men don't shave their legs," he added, scratching his slight stubble on his cheek that Castiel had just sort of noticed. It made him look older, more mature, and definitely sexier. What did he just think?

Dean continued on as this was all going on in his head. He felt wrong for having these lewd thoughts right before said man. "Kind of a pet peeve of mine," Dean said, picking up another towel and wiping down his arms and armpits, saving his toned torso for last.

"I'm sorry I don't meet your soaring expectations, Dean, but this has nothing to do with… me… wanting you, or anything." That strawberry blush began to crawl across Cas' face once again, making Dean have to hide his proud smile.

"What I'm trying to say, it is—"

Dean smiled mischievously. "Are you dragging this out so that I can get naked?" he pointed a finger at Cas' blushing form and chuckled. "You're one sly dog, Cas."

"I want to know if you're trying to pursue Anna."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows together and pursed his lips. He shook his head. "As much as I'd actually love to, I think that's more in Crowley's region." He nodded his head to Castiel and stood up, putting deodorant on as he did so. "She's a real babe, though. I would for sure love to hit that," he said, pulling a dark tee over his wet head.

He looked over to notice Castiel had a slightly disturbed look on his face. "That's my sister."

Dean blanched. Immediately after, he began hysterically laughing.

"Stop laughing."

"No!" Dean continued laughing. He started to calm down, tears in his eyes as he held the knot in his towel. "The reason why I'm laughing so hard is because I actually imagined you with a girl."

Castiel was the one to knit his eyebrows together now. "What are you trying to imply?"

"It's just," Dean paused, looking away from Cas, still smiling, "you seem like one of those purity ring guys, you know?"

Running a slightly exasperated hand through his hair, Castiel sighed deeply. "You really don't know that much about me. But, for your information," Cas paused and held his hand out to Dean, revealing tan and slim fingers. On the third finger, though, held a thin silver band.

Dean's mouth formed an O as he starred at his friend in shock. "You're fucking around with me right now, aren't you?" he asked, slapping his hand on his back. Castiel sighed and crossed his arms.

"Of course not. Clearly—"

At this point, Dean dropped his towel. His member fell out, looking glorious, as Cas' devious personality pointed out. He had to try hard not to gape. Dean pulled on some black briefs and then a pair of black Nike Combat shorts and then a pair of gray shorts.

"Ready to go, starey?" he slammed his locker shut after pulling out his backpack.

Castiel blanked. Dean's dick.

xXx

"I don't want to bring this up at a weird time, but, you did promise me that you would tell me a little bit more about yourself, Abstinence," Dean said, in the middle of his fifty bench presses. He had discarded his shirt long ago, and a steady sweat was starting in his already damp hair.

Castiel was his spotter, so he couldn't really do much else than really just watch Dean. Uh, let's just say it wasn't the worst job for Castiel in the whole world. "Tell you stuff about me?" Cas replied with ridicule. "What, so that you can make up more names for me?" he asked stubbornly.

Dean chuckled and peeked up at him. From this angle, Dean noticed how tall Cas really was. Though he didn't like to acknowledge it, Cas was fairly tall—nearly 6'1. "What is this I'm hearing—!? You don't like the name Abstinence? I thought that it was your life choice." Castiel glared daggers at Dean's face. "Come on, I think it's cute."

He glared at the sweating man. "No. I didn't choose this lifestyle for myself." He crossed his arms and took a step back. "Gabriel… Gabriel told me it made me look more unattainable."

Dean paused and started laughing. He ended up having to set the bar down as he began chortling uncontrollably. Castiel rolled his eyes and sighed, a light crimson hued blush forming over his cheeks.

"That's the upside to it. Unfortunately, it is real," he said, looking down at it and fingering it. Dean's eyebrows shot up and he looked over into Cas' eyes.

"You mean you're for real a virgin?" he asked/demanded. Castiel felt taken aback. Had he said too much? That was a mistake, wasn't it, to tell Dean Winchester— chick magnet extraordinaire—that he was a virgin. "Whoa, a virgin in college? Those are like rare around here; that makes you like some kind of limited edition!"

Cas glared cruelly at the sitting man. "It's my brother. Michael. He makes me wear it. It's all a part of 'Being a Better Human Being' phase thing he's been going through since I turned ten. I've… I've never even gotten to second base before," Cas said with a sad huff. Dean had to cover his mouth to suppress a snort. Castiel stood there, unspeaking, and kicked Dean in his shin.

After moaning in pain, apparently Dean decided he was done with his lifting. Which meant… It was now Castiel's turn. As Dean got off, Castiel had to take a couple pounds off, although he was still lifting almost twice his weight.

"Sooo…" Dean began, "why don't you just take it off and have sex? Unless…" Dean looked slyly at Castiel. "You're using it as an excuse because you have absolutely no game…

"Or you have the smallest member known in history," Dean concluded, looking down at him with a smug grin.

From the bench, Castiel couldn't stop the grin from breaking across his face. "You got me, Mr. One-Inch," he replied sarcastically.

"Hey! I have a Monster Dick and you and I both know it," Dean said, jabbing a finger at Cas.

This caused Castiel to cock a brow. "I have never seen your male genitalia, nor will I ever decide I want to."

Dean looked at Castiel for a long time. "Want to tell the truth?"

Castiel paused with the bar in the air. He smiled, pushing his lips to the side and looked over at Dean, setting it down. There was a tremendous amount of sweat on his brow as he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head and wiped his face with it. He tossed it to the floor and looked up at Dean.

"Not to sound homophobic or anything, but you're sounding really gay right now and I'm not sure how I feel about this conversation."

Dean stood there stunned as Cas got up and looked at him a long time while he walked over to a new machine. He professionally gripped a tall bar and swung himself around it limberly so that his legs were now hanging from it and he was hanging upside down.

Slowly, Cas began to go up and down, doing numerous hanging up side down crunches. Dean gulped; he watched his lean and toned chest as he moved. He couldn't move even if he tried.

Nevertheless, Dean played it off completely natural. He wasn't known as a witty sarcastic fuck for nothing. "I think everyone is a little gay, don't you?"

Castiel didn't say anything at first, but then shrugged—or did what looked like a shrug from his angle. "That's up for debate."

"Whatever," Dean mumbled, feeling a little stupid. He didn't want to blush, but he couldn't help his face feeling like it was on fire. As Castiel was coming down from a crunch, Dean slapped his black haired head. It must've shocked Cas because he began to shake. "Stop showing off."

Castiel climbed down from the bar and stood red faced next to Dean. "How about some sparring next?" he demanded. "I'd love to see you begging for mercy," Cas glared.

This elicited an excited chuckle from Dean. "Not so sure that would be a good idea—you might get aroused," he said teasingly. Cas' face couldn't seem to get any redder. "And how would that make me feel? When I'm trying to go in for the pin and your painfully hard erection is pressing into my stomach?"

It was now becoming a task to continue a steady breathing tune, Castiel realized. His breathing had become erratic. Dean was beginning to turn him on and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Dean cocked both brows. "What? Sorry, am I being a little too gay for you?" he asked, sitting down on a mat. Dean began working on his pull-ups while Castiel stood there for a couple more minutes. He didn't know what to say, especially how this little man-crush he had formed for Dean over this past week had become so real. For instance, here he was, sitting next to said man. Castiel wanted to do so much more than work out. And believe it when he means 'so much more'.

On the ground, Dean was working hard on his cardio. He looked lost in his working out, as he didn't notice Castiel staring at him. He refused to label what he was doing as 'checking him out', although it blatantly was.

Castiel was caught off guard as he noticed that all of a sudden, the room felt like it had just dropped a couple degrees. He rubbed his arms and as he did so, he began to notice the goose bumps rising on them.

He furrowed his brow, "What the—" and looked up from his cold shoulders.

It was like a sudden revelation. There she was.

In complete surprise, Cas' eyes nearly bulged out of his head and he screamed. This caused a chain reaction; Dean on the floor over there then jumped at hearing such a shockingly loud (and strangely girlish) noise and then screamed himself.

"Son of a bitch!"

Castiel couldn't take his eyes off of her. He knew the consequence of last time—she had disappeared… Which had led him to his next question—

What the actual fuck?

"Goddamn it, Cas! What the hell was that for?" Dean demanded. Their little commotion had gained the attention of the whole gym, which was not many people. It was a ripe Thursday afternoon. Most of the polo team must have decided to take today off to do homework or more importantly just prepare for their Friday.

"Dean, shut up right now." Cas had not removed his eyes from her, and he momentarily wondered if Dean could see her. Or rather, could anyone else see her?

She was right there, for God's sake! Standing against the wall, looking directly at his feet. She looked unpleasant enough, that one scratched out eye socket and another angry bloodshot red looking eye. She remained the same virtually; that old uniform with the schools' logo over her left breast, an A over a U with angelic like wings on either side of the letters.

Dean was talking but Castiel was not listening. Cas wasn't even thinking straight. Who was she? And why was she here?

"Excuse me?"

She looked up at Castiel. Her glare intensified.

"Who are you talking to—"

"Do you need any help?" Castiel didn't have a problem cutting off Dean. "E—excuse me?"

She opened her mouth to speak and what happened next came all too quickly.

"Don't."

It was as if she had just spoken to him, although he didn't hear it… More like he didn't hear it with his ears. He heard her raspy, and more or less dead-like voice in his head.

In his head…

Dean clapped a hand on Cas' shoulders and he jumped involuntarily. He had looked away. Dammit. Dean's brows were knitted together in confusion. He looked more worried than questioning.

"You good?"

Was this all in his head?

"I'm…" Cas began, looking to where she just had been. "I'm fine."

"Alright Sleepypants, let's get you back to the room. You're going to go take a nap."

"You're fucking right I am," Castiel spoke monotonously, and Dean was caught off guard. He gazed at him unwaveringly. "W…hy are you looking at me like that?"

"You just swore!" Dean was in shock.

Cas looked at him pointedly. "So? What, I'm not aloud to curse now?" he asked, adding just the right amount of sass.

"It's just," Dean said, as if groping for the right words, "it was so adorable!" he said, pouting with his lower lip. In fact, Dean felt like the proud parent of a child who just spoke their first word.

Could this room get any hotter? Cas needed fewer clothes now. He picked up his bag and shrugged off Dean's condescending arm and stalked off towards the exit.

He missed the warmth of Dean's arm.

okay okay! sorry for the late post, i meant to post earlier this weekend but distractions occur i guess. anyway, review | favourite | alert me!

I'd love to make som spn ff friends on here, by the way! i'm new to the scene and i'd love someone to converse with and just get all of my pent up destiel emotions out!