Dean knocked on the door and waited, Cas yelled, "Be there in a sec."

Cas answered in a towel, "Oh Dean come in just give me a moment." He went in the bathroom and Dean sat on the couch waiting, "Dean go ahead and get something to eat if you want, are you hungry?"

"No Sammy gave me that plate you made me thanks," his stomach rumbled, "actually do you have any chicken left?"

"Sure sweetheart go ahead and have some."

Dean smiled to himself, no one ever called him that and it felt nice. Dean got out the plate of chicken and started eating; he was hitting a growth spurt and it seemed he couldn't get enough food. "Hey you're a good cook Cas."

Cas stuck his head out and laughed, "You don't have people cook for you very much do you? Otherwise you could tell what my cooking truly tastes like."

Dean put the plate back in the fidge and polished off a chicken leg, "It tastes good to me." He flopped on the couch and started looking through the stacks of books. He picked up Castiel's notebook filled with sketches and notes, it almost rivaled the one John had left them.

It was filled with different levels of demons, monsters and spirits, strange animals that Dean could have never imagined and he wondered what exactly the man did for a living then wondered if he was a man at all. There was another book that seemed to be the man's grimoire filled with spells in languages that Dean could read fluently and many others he didn't recognize

Cas came out in a robe and sat next to him and Dean quickly closed the book then put it back. Cas frowned and gently touched the cut on Deans swollen lip, "What happened here?" Dean looked away, "I fell down, no big deal."

"Did he hit you?"

"Who?"

"Dick Roman that's who…Sam told me about him. Sam doesn't like him Dean and I know he did this, why?"

"I didn't do something right, I hurt him by accident…I didn't mean to do it, then he hurt me so we're even."

Cas squeezed his hand and then let go, "He had no right to do this, no one should ever strike you Dean."

"It's not a big deal, I can take care of myself."

"If you say so Dean but I'm here to help."

Dean tried kissing his lips, every time the man treated him gently Dean wanted to feel Cas in some way so the goodness would rub off on him somehow and that heaviness would vanish from his heart.

Cas turned his face away and closed his eyes causing Deans temper to flare, "What's wrong Cas I'm not good enough to kiss?"

Cas got up and went to the door, "I have to do some research for work…please don't be angry with me Dean, we didn't talk after the last time and it was difficult because I care about you. I just don't want you to think that the only reason I am your friend is because I want something."

Dean walked past him then stopped, "Thanks Cas, but I still wanted to kiss you though."

"I know…me too. Goodnight Dean."

…

Dean went back to the apartment and got into bed with Sam, "Dean did you tell him thanks?"

"Yeah Sammy I did."

Sam stretched out on top of Dean like a little kitten trying to stay warm, the night was cold even for September and the old radiator did little to heat the entire room. Dean pulled the blanket over their heads and Sam started giggling, "What's so funny?"

"It's like our own world under here." Sam kissed him on the mouth and lingered. Dean shoved him off and sat up, "I guess in your world people don't brush their teeth," Dean pointed to the bathroom, "gross Sam go brush them! You smell like you have chicken stuck in your teeth."

Sam got up and ran to the bathroom; Dean heard the water running and he yelled, "I'm still not kissing you Sam…floss while you're at it!"

Sam came out a few minutes later, jumped on the bed and licked Dean up the side of the head then fell over laughing. Dean made a face and rubbed off the spit, "Holy crap what is wrong with you tonight Sam!?"

He shoved Dean with his foot, "Nothing I'm just teasing you is all." He settled back on top of Dean, "I'm cold is this is ok?"

"You just don't want me going to the laundry room."

"Dean its weird…it's like a creepy white prison that stinks like bleach and mold down there, I know why you go there, you go to cry and hit things."

"So what, Sam I have to let off steam or I'll go crazy. Right now we should be traveling with dad. I should be saving people and helping him…you should be training so you can protect yourself."

Sam mumbled before falling asleep, "You can teach me Dean, you're the best." He started snoring softy and Dean reached over and shut off the lamp, "Yeah sure Sam…if I'm the best that's not saying much."

…..

Mid September Sam was sitting at the table picking at his food, Dean made Spam and Ramen noodles one of Sam's favorites, "What's wrong with it?"

"My tooth hurts and even soft stuff makes it bad now." Dean got up and looked inside Sam's mouth and a bottom molar looked cracked and the gum was red and infected. "Fuck, man it looks bad like we can't ignore it bad." Dean started pacing trying to figure out what to do.

"I'm sorry Dean I fell during gym and I didn't think it was bad."

"Stay here Sam."

Dean went down the hall and knocked on the door, Cas opened it and waved him in. "I'm just finishing a paper but have a seat." He closed the laptop and crossed his legs watching Dean, "What's wrong?"

"Sam has a bad tooth and I think I need to get him to a dentist but I need a parent…I was wondering if you could be dad for us, I know you look too young to be our dad but put on your glasses and dress in your nerd clothes, that should do it."

"Yes Dean I would be happy to help, I will try to look as ancient and nerd like as possible."

A smile played around Castiel's lips and Dean realized how he must have sounded, "I mean you look way too young and hot be our dad but …crap I'm sorry."

"Its fine Dean don't worry."

….

Dean sat in the laundry room and stared at the phone, it was almost midnight when he got the courage to dial the number. "Hi it's Dean."

Dick shoved the pretty thing riding his cock off from him, Dean was early this time and he was pleasantly surprised, "Well it's not time for the rent …emergency?"

"Yeah Sam's tooth, I know it's gonna cost and I thought maybe I could get the rent for October and the groceries and the dentist so I'll need more, sorry."

"I'm not the one that's going to be sorry, you are going to owe me a favor, when I want that favor I'll let you know….are we in agreement Dean?"

Dean didn't answer, he didn't know what to say to the man after that. He heard Dick Roman laughing on the other end, "Cat got your tongue Dean? What do you think you're going to have to do?"

Deans mouth went dry, "Your gonna rape me."

"Dean its only rape if you don't give me permission, I can buy guys anytime I want but for you I need you to beg for it and you're not hungry enough for real money yet are you?"

Dean's face flamed with anger, "You're a fucking monster! Who the hell talks like that?"

"Someone that is a monster, thinks you're a beautiful kid and has money to burn, you should be flattered I'm working for it Dean. Fine I wouldn't fuck you anyway…all the suspense would be over."

Dean relaxed, "Ok well I can owe you a favor then."

"I'll pick you up at your school tomorrow, Sam can ride home by himself."

"No way Sammy doesn't ride that city bus on his own ever!"

Dick Roman grabbed the boys head of curls forcing his mouth down to finish the job, "How about this…Sam can get a ride home with me."

The last thing Dean wanted was Sam to actually meet Dick Roman, "Can we do it Saturday? Please its only two days away and his appointment is Monday. I have someone that will keep an eye on him."

"Saturday at eight, I'll take you out for breakfast. Are you sure Sam wouldn't want to come? I have a big house he can play video games or maybe get a riding lesson in while you work."

Dean's voice tightened, "Never."

…

Saturday came and Dean knocked on his neighbor's door, Cas answered and noticed Sam right away, he looked miserable, "Cas I have to get groceries and school stuff for Sam and I need you to watch him, he's got that bad tooth and…"

"Of course, come on Sam." He brought him over to the couch and covered him up, Cas turned on cartoons, "When are you coming back do you think?"

Dean lied, "Not too long it's just groceries and errands, thanks I appreciate it. Be good Sam."

Sam closed his eyes; he was sweating and felt terrible, "I'm too sick to be bad Dean. Come back soon please."

….

Dean ran down the stairs as fast as he could and there was Dick Roman waiting for him, Dean got in and buckled up.

"Your ten minutes late."

"Sorry."

They drove to beautiful outdoor café and Dick ordered for them, he sat drinking coffee watching Dean drink his, "Your clothes are cheap I thought you'd pick out something better than that, do you need more money?"

Dean laughed bitterly, "I always need money, it's all I think about anymore."

Dick gave him that predator's grin, "Did anyone ever tell you how truly perfect you are…physically I mean, whatever goes on in that mind of yours I imagine is quite strange so that is far from perfect."

Dean blushed, "I'm not perfect, I have scars all over, I'm bow legged sort of, I'm not smart like Sam is."

"I think your clever and resourceful, those are good qualities, you're not one of the sheep Dean you're a Sheppard. Given time and resources you could be like me."

Dean sat there staring at his food, "I really don't want to be like you…Dick."

…

After breakfast they went to the mansion where again someone held the door for Dean. Dick grabbed his hand and they walked quickly, moving down long hallways passing room after room until Dick came to a halt. There was a powerfully built man sitting on a chair by the door.

Dick stared down at him with no expression, "Is he ready…clean and prepared? I hate filth."

The man nodded, "Yes Sir just how you like them."

"Excellent."

…..

Cas sat next to Sam watching cartoons and stroking his sweaty hair, "You have a fever Sam, would it be alright if I looked at your tooth?"

Sam mumbled, "Sure." He opened his mouth and made a pained sound, Cas looked inside and when Sam looked at him he swore he saw a light in the man's eyes, "It looks very bad, I have something I can do, hang on."

Cas brought back a little jar, "I have a special salve that will fix your tooth for you." Sam croaked, "Yeah how?"

"Well I have been everywhere you know, places you can't imagine and I learn things. Do you trust me?"

"Sure Cas."

Cas opened the jar and dipped his finger in, "Close your eyes and open your mouth Sam." Sam closed his eyes and opened his mouth; he felt a finger press gently around the tooth and gum. Sam didn't taste anything at all but it felt very warm.

"There all done."

Sam's eyes fluttered open and he sat up smiling, "Wow what was that? My tooth feels good now!" Castiel screwed the top back on the empty jar. "Special magic, now do you feel like lunch?"

Sam was starving, he hardly ate for a week, "Yes, can you make casserole? I like those, it's like a surprise and you're a great cook."

"Of course Sam a casserole it is, do you have homework?"

"Yeah."

"Well go get it and you can use my laptop while I cook alright?"

Sam got up and suddenly turned around hugging him around the waist, "Thank you, not just for my tooth, for being a nice guy."

The angel hesitated and then patted him on the head, "Yes…well run and get your homework."

He watched the little boy dash out the door, Castiel sat down and was feeling confused again, Sam ran back in, slammed the door and dropped his back pack on the table spilling coffee all over and the angel lost his train of thought.

…

They entered the huge room with a four poster bed as the focal point, Dean could see a figure on the bed and felt hands shoving him toward the person.

"Go on Dean, today I have something fun for you and some good practice. You know nothing about sex…really I thought someone that looked as good as you would have been much better but that blow job was horrible. No wonder you're a virgin in every sense of the word."

Dean turned around and shoved the man back, "Fuck you Roman!"

He laughed and slapped Dean hard, the man was incredibly strong, "I love that fight in you Dean, it makes you so much more desirable to me."

Dick grabbed Dean by the hair and pulled him along to the bed forcing his head down until Dean was face to face with an especially pretty young man.

He watched Dean through heavy lidded eyes and looked like he was in another world, Dean saw he was naked and had his wrists chained to the iron headboard.

Dick Roman sat next to him and traced fingers down the young man's body, "I thought he would be a nice contrast to you Dean, exotic and pretty, big brown eyes and smooth tan skin...just the sweetest thing in my stable until I met you Dean."

Dick fingered a long, shiny dark lock of hair and licked his lips. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the shackles on the boy's wrists. "You can call him Antonio but I just call him fresh meat because later I'm going to eat him right up."

Antonio's head lolled to the side and he smiled at Dick Roman, "I'll do good for you."

Dick grabbed his face tightly and lashed his long tongue across Antonio's pretty face, "No its Dean you're going to do good for fresh meat…Dean take your clothes off."

TBC