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CHAPTER FIVE

The feel of Cas pressing against him had Dean taking the man's mouth once again. It was also enough to push him into moving this forward. His hand fell away from Cass neck to grip the handle of the Impala's back door. He tugged and groaned when it didn't give way. The damn thing was locked. Why? Dean never locked the car while it was parked in Bobby's yard. Then he realised that Sammy had been the last one to drive her which meant he'd locked it, which also meant that he had the keys.

Damn his brother. There were times when he could kill that kid. Lifting his mouth from Cass a fraction, giving both men a change to get a gulp of the fresh air there intense make-out session was robbing them of.

"Cas…." Dean moaned with desperate lust. "Cas…the door." He breathed.

He didn't need to be more specific, Cas knew his mind better than anyone and as his lips hovered a inches from the hunters, Dean felt the car door give under his touch. The hunter smiled crookedly against the angels' mouth, kissing him again.

It didn't take much to maneuver Cas through the open door. The angel scooted over to the other side of the car to allow Dean room to climb in and close the door behind him. Kneeling on the battered leather he met Castiel's wide eyed innocence, that was still so clearly there despite everything the angel had been though over the last few months and the air caught in his lungs as the moonlight spilled though the back window to highlight the strong jaw and impressively seductive full lips that most women in the world would kill for. Now they were a dark shade of pink and more swollen than before this had started.

Cocooned inside the forty year old wonder that was Dean's car, it didn't take long for the doubts to crowd in, taking on the sound of his younger self.

'Dude! You can't do this. – we're not gay!' that inner voice shouted.

Dean tried to block it out as he moved on with his seduction.

'Don't! – don't you dare….. I'll make you sick.' That inner voice warned maliciously.

Dean froze a few inches away from Cas. He didn't want to be sick, but looking down at those wide blue eyes and those swollen pink lips he so wanted to risk it.

'I mean it. I'll be sick if you kiss that guy again.' Dean balanced between need and fear; he didn't want to embarrass Cas or himself. 'You're not gay!' the younger voice shouted.

Grow the fuck up. We're too old for this homophobic shit. He told himself.

'I'm not homophobic, a guy can do whatever or whoever he wants, just as long it's not me. – I have never and will never swing that way.'

Dean groaned as he came to the conclusion that that saying had finally been used one too many times. I say that a lot you know. If Cas was a girl instead of a guy would you be arguing.'

'Of course I wouldn't be arguing, because bang women is what we do. We're straight, that's what straight people do.'

Dean couldn't believe he was arguing with himself. He couldn't have done this twenty minutes ago before he'd dragged them both out of the house.

You know that there's a bond between us, a pretty strong one. Stronger than anything we've had with a woman, not even Cassie…. or Lisa. If Cas was a girl angel, like Anna, we would have banged him well before now and the only reason we haven't done was because we were running scared, hiding behind this whole macho homophobic chip on our shoulder. Hell the Siren knew it.

'That had nothing to do with being gay!' the younger voice snapped defensively. 'We were upset about Sammy and his lying. We wanted the ideal brother – one who'd do what we told him.'

Oh give me a break. That only cuts so far pal. That doesn't explain everything else that happened that night. It doesn't explain the make-out session with a blue eyed, full lips dude that had a rather uncanny resemblance to the guy looking at us like we've lost our thing wasn't tapping into desire for the perfect sibling… it was tapping into this.

Dean could almost picture his younger self rolling his eyes and wanting to take a swing at his older self and the image made him smile, which was returned by Cas, though his lips didn't pull back in the regular way, but it was in his eyes. Cas always smiled with his eyes, subtle and beautiful.

Dean moved forward a few inches on his hands and knees.

'Dude you move one more inch.' The younger voice warned, stopping Dean in his tracks.

Shut the fuck up! Dean warned back. We're doing this.

'No! – We're fucking not!... I do….'

If you say swing again I'm going to swing for my young friend; you really need to rethink your definition of sexuality.

'What?'

I've come to a rather world altering conclusion. Everyone's Bi, it just a matter of the right incentive. Then we'll swing whichever way it takes us. Souls don't have a gender, douche-bag.

'Aren't we the great philosopher all of a sudden? You've been hanging out with Sammy too long. You're beginning to sound like him; you're making it sound like we're soul-mates or something.' Young Dean scoffed.

Dean felt his brow rise as if he was actually standing face to face with himself and he came to the conclusion that he might have had too much to drink.

'I agree… way too much to drink.' The younger groaned. 'How else do you explain making terrible decisions like banging a guy? – And we don't even believe in soul-mates. That's for girls. – of course it looks like that's what we've become.'

Cas gave up everything for us. He shouted angrily into his head. He rebelled against heaven. He got us out of hell and has stood by us without complaint. He knows what we're thinking before we've even though it and vise-versa. So tell me genius what would you call it?

'Vulcan mind meld.' Young Dean said sarcastically, still refusing to give in without a fight. 'Beside we don't even know what to do. - the Siren didn't get that far… did it?"

Dean's mind had been so messed up back then because of that things drug he'd always wonder if he remembers everything.

No. But we watch that movie this morning. It doesn't seem all that different to what we're used to.

'Different? This is a guy we're talking about. They don't exactly have all the same parts – or actually they do, that's the problem.

Why else do you thing I was watching it? He suddenly confessed to himself.

Dean could almost see the younger self groan and drop his head into his hands with embarrassment but at least it had finally done the trick and shut the young smart-mouth up. Dean breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't argued with himself like that since the time he'd been drugged by that crazy dream walker guy.

He looked into Cass blue eyes and smiled. His heart hammering against his Enochian carved ribs. All the doubts had been silenced and now he could get back to the angel before him and those mouthwatering swollen lips.

May I remind you that this is an angel? The younger voice added in a last ditched attempted to derail Dean's intentions. 'I mean, don't you think we've got enough sin's on our conscious?

Dean froze. Finally his younger self had made a point he couldn't even argue with.

We've already been down this road with Anna. Dean replied.

'Not while she had her wings we didn't.'

Dean could practically see the smug look on his younger face. He'd hit a nerve. Was this such a good idea? It was one thing for Cas to choose to rebel against heaven, but was it right to seduce him into another act of rebellion. One that could damn them both?

'Better make up your mind there Dean…' his younger voice taunted. 'cause he's about to flitter away.'