T H I N – B L U E – L I N E

VII

It was close to four in the morning when Castiel stirred from his sleep induced coma. The emergency room had been busy the night before, and when he'd gotten back to Dean's apartment before his lover, he took a shower and lay down. In an attempt to stay away, Castiel started flipping through a book that Dean had been reading for the last week but the exhausted RN fell asleep regardless. Waking up fully, he pulled the book off his chest and placed it safely back on his lovers nightstand. Rubbing the sleep from his stiff eyes, Castiel frowned when he realized he was the only occupant on the large bed. Double checking the time, to make sure he didn't just doze off, Castiel's worry only seemed to increase.

Standing, he adjusted his low fitting sweatpants around his waist before slowly moving out of his lover's room. The stagnant air in the house nipped at his cold skin, making the small hairs on his arms stand on end. Something wasn't right, and he could feel it. "Dean?" Calling out to the blonde, after passing a vacant bathroom on the second floor he slowly made his way down the stairs to instantly lay eyes on a very red-eyed Dean. "Dean?" Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, unsure as to what he should do, Castiel gripped the banister tightly. "Are you alright?"

Feeling daring, Castiel carefully made his way to one of the end tables to turn on a light in the dark living room. Looking to his lover, Castiel frowned at the sight of four empty beer bottles around Dean's boot-clad feet and a full one in his hand. Slowly taking a seat next to his lover, Castiel removed the warm beer bottle from Dean's exhausted hands before pulling the man into his arms, careful to mind the fully loaded duty belt.

The warmth from Dean's body was greatly appreciated by his skin, but Castiel could feel the cool numbness on the other man's skin as well. Wishing he had at least slipped a shirt on before making his way downstairs, the dark haired man just snuggled closer into Dean's side. "Talk to me," Castiel pleaded. "What happened?"

Placing a soft kiss against the blondes mouth, Castiel touched his forehead against Dean's and waited patiently for him to speak. It would be a while before Dean responded to Castiel's soft stimulation. Rousing from his trance, Dean slowly wrapped his arm around his lover's waist, pulling the other man into his lap. Squeaking at the sudden movement, Castiel accepted the fierce kiss by wrapping his arms around the officer's neck to pull him closer. Hissing softly as his bare chest came in contact with the cool metal of his lover's badge, Castiel jerked away slightly to force his lover to look him in the eyes. Adjusting his hips over Dean's duty belt, making sure he wouldn't accidently get shot or tazed, Castiel wrapped his hands around the back of Dean's neck to draw their foreheads together.

"You cold?" Dean asked softly, his fingers running hot trails over Castiel's exposed skin.

He nodded. "Don't change the subject. What's wrong, Dean?" Pecking a slow kiss to the younger man's mouth, Castiel buried his face into crook of his lover's neck. "Talk to me, babe."

"I had someone die on me tonight." Castiel instantly understood. He remembered his first on-the-job death all too well. It was his second day in clinical rotations, and he was attending to an elderly woman who came in with shortness of breath. She asked him to get her a cup of water, something to drink, after the doctor declared her to be stable. By the time the young nurse had returned she had already passed. There were no words for that feeling, other than sometimes these things just happen, or it was just their time. I'm sorry was never one of those phrases. Leaning up, Castiel claimed Dean's mouth against his own before trailing sloppy kisses across his jaw and down his neck line, stopping just above the officer's uniform. "Cas," Dean moaned wantonly.

"Come to bed, darling, you're exhausted and you have work this afternoon." Carefully extracting himself from the officers lap, Castiel took the officers cold hands within his own to pull him up with him. "Let's get you to bed." Kissing Dean one last time on the mouth, Castiel led them slowly up the stairs, making sure to turn off the light in the living room before disappearing up the stairs.

Walking into Dean's room, Castiel leaned against the doorframe allowing himself to watch in awe as Dean started extracting his duty weapons from his duty belt. Storing them within the hidden safe near the bed, Dean turned to have Castiel suddenly invade his personal space. Not that he minded, as the shorter man's fingers deftly moved about his uniform popping buttons, undoing snaps, and drawing down a series of zippers before Dean found himself in a pair of sweatpants and laying under the covers with his arms full of a very zealous lover. Chuckling, he drew Castiel closer to him before placing a placid kiss to the man's forehead.

"Better?" Coyly asking, Castiel adjusted his arms so he could properly snuggle into the officer's side. Burying his face into Dean's chest, Castiel breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Much." Sleep befell the two men easily as the sun slowly started to peek over the horizon.

~S U P E R N A T U R A L~

The rest of the week passed uneventfully, bringing about the second week of November. Classes passed quickly for Castiel, making his final exams the previous week seem much harder than they actually were. Dean was a great support, helping the man study by using the large amount of flashcards that he created over the semester and quizzing him on previous quizzes and homework assignments. Thursday would be their first night to themselves in weeks, and both men found themselves only able to lie lazily on the couch with a movie on and a few boxes of Chinese take out on the coffee table. Dean and Castiel liked to think they were the young couple that could stay up all night having rigorous sex and then be able to take on the next day with no problems. But between Castiel's grading and studying and Dean's bizarre work hours meshed with court dates the two found themselves exhausted.

"I feel bad," Dean suddenly spoke up.

Turning in his lovers arms, Castiel craned his neck to peer up at Dean through his thick lashes. "About what?" Confused, Castiel maneuvered his body around to straddle the blonde. Leaning in, he softly pressed his lips to that of his exhausted lovers. "You alright?"

"Yeah, Cas, I'm okay. It's just I feel like this is going to be our last night together until Sam goes back to school. I know we've talked about telling him, but I just don't feel comfortable sharing what we have, let alone you, with anyone just yet." Bringing his hand up, Dean slowly curled his fingers Castiel's jaw, coaxing another languid kiss from the dark haired man. "I feel bad because I should have taken you out tonight, treated you the way you're supposed to be treated, instead of keeping us in the house all evening on the couch."

"You're sweet, but I can stay at my apartment while Sam's here. I can wait as long as you need to tell him because God knows I won't be able to tell my parents any time soon." Castiel lazily trailed his fingers up his lover's torso. "Going out is overrated, Dean." Wrapping his lanky arms around his lover's neck, Castiel smirked when the blondes seemed to link around his waist at the same time. Held still by his lover's large hands grasping his hip crests, Castiel fought against his might and ground into Dean enticing a hearty groan from him. "Plus, I wouldn't be able to be a little naughty in public like this." Grinding into Dean again, Castiel watched eagerly as Dean's Adam's apple bobbed nervously. "You like me a little naughty anyways."

Gasping as his lovers mouth attached to his very sensitive neck, Dean bent his knees to firmly plant his feet on the couch cushions. His actions effectively pushed Castiel's body further into his own, crushing their bodies together. "Cas," Dean panted. His hands came up to thread through his lovers soft locks to yank his mouth off of his skin and back up to his mouth for an open mouthed kiss. He was positive that Castile's soft nipping and sucking would leave a dark mark on his neck, visible for all to see.

"Could you imagine the looks we'd get if I did this in public?" Castiel rasped into his lover's ear, knowing just the right things to say to get the blonde painfully aroused. "What do you think they would do if I started unzipping your jeans with my teeth? Do you think they would enjoy listening to you moan as I sucked you off?"

"Damn it, Cas." Kissing the man in his lap in an attempt to silence his wanton banter, Dean couldn't help a whimper escape his mouth when Castiel ground his hard erection into Dean's equally hard one. All reason that he was beyond exhausted left his mind replacing the very sexy image of a sweating and writhing Castiel crying out for more.

"What?" He innocently asked, tilting his head to the side cutely for an extra measure. Softly pouting, Castiel sat back against Dean's propped thighs. "You don't think someone would enjoy watching your gorgeous face fall into oblivion?" Dragging his fingers down his lovers exposed chest, Castiel made sure to lightly graze his nails against a few learned sensitive spots on the other man's torso. His fingers idled over the button on Dean's painfully tight jeans.

"Tease," he groaned. Tightening his firm grip on Castiel's hips, the blonde was sure there were to be bruises in the early morning; Dean rocked his pelvis up into his lovers hand desperate for some friction to lessen the tightness. Feeling his lovers own hard on through his jeans, both men moaned.

Disentangling his limbs from Dean's grip, Castiel swung his lover's legs around on the couch to have his feet land harmlessly against the hard wood of the living room floor. Pushing the officer back into a reclining position, Castiel quickly caught the metal zipper tab between his teeth. The action caught Dean off guard, quickly halting his wandering hands. You kinky bastard! Slowly his zipper was drug down the metal teeth, lessening the tightness around his anatomy slightly. "Cas, you don't have to—" Dean couldn't help the moan that erupted from his lips by the jerky movements his lover made with his teeth as he tore open the button. "Fuck, Cas!" Dean wasn't sure how, but in a fluid motion Castiel had Dean's hardened erection in his mouth.

Throwing his head back, Dean's hand came up to thread his fingers through the mussed locks of hair on his lovers head. Guiding Castiel's skilled movements with his hand, Dean couldn't help but allow his eyes to roll slowly into the back of his head. Where the teacher had learned to lose his gagging ability was beyond Dean as his lover expertly was able to swallow his full length. Through half lidded eyes, Dean lazily looked upon his lover wondering what he was doing with his own hand around his own jeans. Through the deafening silence in the room, the sound of the zipper being roughly pulled down by Castiel's unsteady fingers, followed by the snap button on his Levi's were probably the hottest things Dean had heard all day. Watching Castiel fumble slightly to take his own pulsing erection in his hand, Dean smirked. Good God, that's sexy as hell! Watching Castiel lazily rub his fist over his own erection, while effectively sucking off his equally hard lover, was enough to start the lava to start pooling in the pit of Dean's stomach.

Combining his free hand with his other to pull the man's mouth off his bleeding erection, Dean crashed their lips together in a needy kiss. The bitter, salty taste upon Castiel's tongue was a pleasant reminder of where the man's mouth just was.

Castiel moaned into the kiss, enjoying Dean's trailing fingers gliding down his neglected body to land at the hem of his grey cotton tee. Pushing the cotton material up with his hands, the two broke momentarily to slide the offending garment over the dark haired man's head. Dean tossed it lazily to the side. Latching his lips firmly against his lovers, Castiel ran his palms up roughly up Dean's thighs to curl his fingers into the man's belt loops. With a firm tug, Castiel pulled the dazed man down onto the cool wooden floor with him. Making quick work of his lovers' delirious state, Castiel pinned the officer to the floor with ease.

Shuffling both of them out of their remaining articles of clothing, Castiel in his new found position of dominance sat firmly atop his lover. "Want to shake things up tonight, Dean?" Leaning forwards and whispering in a low husky voice, Castiel smirked devilishly as Dean's skin crawled pleasantly under his light ministrations. Curling his lips around the shell of the blonde's ear, Castiel firmly ground their hard erections together gaining a hearty moan from the compliant man under him. "Any way you want it." Castiel gently bit down.

Dean, whose mind was a current clusterfuck of spinning sexual images, wasn't sure if he enjoyed being the submissive one, but currently he couldn't bring himself to argue as his lovers actions just felt too damn good to argue with. "Please," Dean never begged for anything, but he couldn't help the plea falling from his lips. Gazing up at Castiel through his lashes, Dean moaned at the sight of his lover softly sucking on his index finger. From the handful of times the lovers had engaged in sexual intercourse, Dean quickly learned that saliva covered digits could be substituted. Watching as Castiel sucked a second and a third finger into his mouth, playfully sucking and creating a show with his left hand as it slowly traveled down his chest to tease his own sensitive body, Dean had to control himself as to not use his might and pin the brunette to the floor. "Cas…" He was more than strong enough, but he currently lacked the capacity to do so.

Pulling his fingers from his mouth with an audible pop, the blue eyed man reached to grab the blanket off the arm of the couch. Dean propped his hips up, allowing the folded blanket to be placed under his hips, elevating them just enough to give his lover the proper leverage for their near future activities. Castiel turned to look at Dean's green eyes, silently asking for permission before he crossed into uncharted territory. Finding no hesitation, Castiel gently spread his lover's legs to have them lay in a circle around his kneeling form. Giving his fingers one last warming suck Castiel swirled his index finger around his lover's puckered entrance before slowly sliding it in.

Dean's face scrunched, not sure if he liked the uncomfortable sensation in his southern region. It felt awkward, and almost inhuman in nature, but images of Castiel crying out for more from previous times got the better of his imagination forcing the blonde to relax and accept the swirling digit. He knew it would feel amazing eventually, because there was no way Castiel would allow his lover to abuse his body like that if he wasn't feeling half as good as his lover was. Like Dean, Castiel craved his own release. Suddenly brought from his wandering thoughts as his lover pushed his hard erection into his body, Dean had to commend Castiel on his prep work as he hardly noticed a difference.

Okay, that was a lie as compared to his lovers lanky digits this filled his body to the brim making him feel like a shaken pop can. "Dean, are you okay?" Castiel's worried blue eyes invaded his line of sight, instantly checking to make sure he hadn't caused any pain to his lover.

Reaching up, Dean placed his large hand against his lovers face. "I'm alright, Cas; ready when you are." Sharing a chaste kiss, Dean suddenly realized just why Castiel loved sex as much as he did. Leaning up caused the dark haired man to push impossibly further into his body, making him gasp and arch his back at the sensation. Tearing his mouth away from Castiel's to force oxygen into his lungs, Dean felt his chest begin to heave and his stomach hallow out at the soft, gentle actions his lover started.

When Castiel first started this conquest, he had expected Dean to quickly take control once Castiel's intentions were clear. However he currently found himself slowly sliding his hardened erection painfully slow into his lovers accepting body. His actions were controlled and slow, teasing the blonde officer and making him crazy. Pulling back just enough to have his head remained sheathed, Castiel paused before quickly pushing back in a fluid motion that made Dean cry out. Often times he wondered why Dean could never keep a slower pace, to try and make the moment last longer, but now he completely understood as the tightness around his anatomy sent shocks of pleasuring pain to his brain. He'd had sex plenty of times before with a few guys he'd met in his classes, but had always been on the receiving end. This was a whole new experience, a position of power, and Castiel was suddenly in love.

Giving in to his body's needs, and his lovers encouraging moans, Castiel braced his hands on either side of the officer and sped up. Fueled by his lovers pleas of wanting more, Castiel submitted himself to his animalistic instincts and gave Dean what he wanted. Panting heavily, Castiel felt his heart thunder heavily inside his chest. His arms shook, forcing him to lean his body onto his lovers for a brief moment to rest. Burying his face into the crook of Dean's neck, both men took a moment to catch their breath. Still painfully hard, Castiel found it difficult to move from his newly found comfortable position.

"Hey, you okay?" Propping himself up on his elbows, Dean used his hand to guide Castiels face up to look him in the eyes. "Cas?"

Blinking sheepishly, the dark haired man leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Dean's lips. Fully resting his body's weight against his lovers, he had to wonder how Dean was able to support their combined weight on his right arm. Parting, Castiel rested his forehead against the blondes. "Yeah, sorry, it's just kind of overwhelming."

It suddenly dawned on Dean. His lips spread into a sly smirk. "You just popped my cherry and I just popped your topping cherry." Castiel's face suddenly got impossibly redder.

"I've had sex before, Dean." Castiel stated flatly.

"Yes," he chuckled. "But this is your first time dominating anyone, isn't it?" To hide his embarrassment, thinking what he was doing was completely wrong and un-pleasurable for his partner Castiel hid his face against his lover's sweaty chest. "Don't get me wrong, Cas, you're rocking my world here but I've slept with my fair share of virgins and you all have an air about you when you're under these new circumstances. Are you enjoying yourself at least?"

Nodding, Castiel leaned up to place his mouth against Dean's before moving to brace himself on his hands. Looking down into Dean's eyes, Castiel noticed a mischievous glint in his jade jewels a moment before he felt himself slip stiffly from his lover's tight passage and somehow find himself pinned against the wall. "Dean?" Confused at the position change, Castiel squeaked when his lover's larges hands firmly gripped his hips once again. Their anatomies rubbed painfully together, beguiling a jovial moan from Castiel's chapped lips.

"I think this is the longest we've gone. How long do you think it'll take for me to have you screaming? Better yet, how long do you think I'll keep you so high?" Curiously looking down at his lover, his toned legs now tightly wrapped around his lovers muscled body. Leaning up on his toes, Dean nipped playfully at his lovers sensitive ears. "I like the way you think, Cas." Smirking against the beveled ridges of the dark haired man's ear, Dean angled his lover's hips to perfectly align with his own. "I think I would like to see the naughty side of you. If you got all dressed up I'd really have to control myself to not tear your clothes off, thrown you down onto the table and have my wicked way with you. Maybe we should stay in more." Pushing into Castiels tight body, Dean had to control his pooling want within.

Gasping, Castiel tightened his grip on Dean in an attempt to hold back a scream. This is what he was used to. Joining their lips together, Castiel shifted his hips before allowing Dean's length to move. His hands flailed in a blind attempt to find something to hold onto as his partner skillfully penetrated his body, repeatedly stroking his prostate with every thrust. His muscles began to shake, begging for a release on the pent up energy that his nerves were supplying to his body. Throwing his head back, Castiel gasped but wasn't sure if it was from the painful contact to the wall or because of Dean adjusting his hold to allow one of his hands to snake around to the teachers front to stroke his hardened member. "Cas, you feel so good."

"Dean," Castiel rasped with need. "Please."

Using his stomach to breathe deeper, take more oxygen in to supply his starving body, Castiel's whole body heaved when all of Dean's wonderful movements halted. Castiel's dazed and uneven sapphire eyes tried to focus on his lovers grinning face. His fingers slowly relaxed, forcing his nails to retract from his lover's skin, and his stiff leg muscles slowly came back to life. He wanted to cry out, beg for Dean to finish him but he knew that Dean wasn't about to allow him to have his release. Normally the dark haired man would have been spent long ago, but tonight with the alternating rhythms and thrusts Castiel was having trouble thinking straight, let alone allowing his body to submit to Dean's wrath. He wanted to so bad…

It wasn't long that Castiel was allowed to have his brain on normal functioning frequencies as Dean started his assault on his partner once again. Surging forward to place a fervid kiss to Castiel's parted lips he caught his lovers tongue between his lips. Lightly sucking on the muscle, he trailed sloppy kisses down the man's exposed throat to greedily nip at the pale skin. Finally finding the juncture of the man's neck and shoulder, Dean grazed his teeth over the skin in time with stimulating the man's prostate once again. Castiel cried out, wanting his pleasuring torture to end. Removing his teeth from the reddened patch of skin, Dean leaned his forehead against his lovers sweating body. Bracing his hands against the wall, he urged Castiel to hold on tighter with his legs for just a little while longer, promising that soon it would all be worth it. Having no choice but to believe his gut that his lover was at his breaking limit, Castiel complied, sinking his weight further down on his lovers pulsing erection.

Thrusting against his lover in an erotic way, Dean held back a grunt as his own sexual release was teetering on the fence. Castiel's body was becoming impossibly tighter as his sexual release was near, making Dean's jerky movements strike the other's prostate in a frenzy. The living room wall behind them shook, making the Winchester family photo of the boys when they were much younger shake with Dean's force. Castiel was none too quite, crying out every time Dean moved against his abused entrance. Repeating his lovers name like a mantra, Castiel suddenly cried out one last time before his body clamped down on Dean's erection squeezing a climax out of the officer.

Everything stilled inside the room. Behind them the TV continued to play the movie the two had started earlier, and the half eaten Chinese boxes sat lukewarm on the coffee table. Both breathing heavy, bodies slicked with sweat and other such bodily fluids, took a moment to drink in the sickly sweet ecstasy. Swallowing back the dry mouth feeling in his mouth, Dean shifted his hand from his lovers limp anatomy to firmly grasp his hip. Jade met sapphire, both men were exhausted.

Pressing a kiss to Dean's lips, Castiel thought to try to use his legs, trusting that his muscles would hold his weight. His feet tentatively touched the hard oak floors. Thankful for his lovers' firm grasp on his body, Castiel was sure his knees would have buckled in his post ecstasy bliss. Meekly glancing up into his lovers eyes, Castiel squeaked when his felt Dean pull them back to lie on the couch. Draping his body over Castiel's, blanketing the slighter man with his warmth, Dean placed random kisses over his lovers exposed skin.

"Cas, you alright buddy?" Dean rasped, still trying to regain his breath.

"I don't think I can move." He joked, referencing his still quivering muscles. "You may have to carry me up to bed." Winking up at the officer, Castiel wasn't prepared for the blonde to easily lift him into his arms or escape up to their room. Figuring his head was still reeling from the sexual stimulation, Castiel just decided to go with whatever Dean decided to do at the moment.

~S U P E R N A T U R A L~

"Hey, Dean!" Sam called out to his older brother as he caught site of the blonde officer, still in his uniform at the air port. "I thought you said you were off today?" Feeling slightly guilty, Sam ducked his head in embarrassment.

"Nah, I picked up an extra detail this morning." Pulling his baby brother into his arms, the officer didn't care that people were staring or making weird faces at them. Instead he pulled Sam closer and instantly noticed the height difference. "Dude, it's a good thing I did. What are they feeding you, steroids? I'm going to need all the extra cash I can get just to feed you for the next two months." Stepping back, Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder before reaching down to take one of his bags.

"I can't help it you turned out to be the short one, Dean." Grabbing his other two bags, Sam followed the officer out to his truck. "But, I'm starving."

Dean threw his head back and laughed. "Dales then?" Buckling into the driver's seat, Dean waited as Sam adjusted his bags in the back seat before joining him in the passenger's seat. At the thought of sinking his teeth into a hearty meal from one of his childhood favorites, Sam's face broke out into a grin.

"Sounds good, I'll buy."

"You know I can't pass up a free meal." Pulling out onto the street, Dean pulled onto the interstate to head south towards Lawrence from the airport. Foreigner played softly on the speakers from one of Dean's CD's, and outside the windows thunder rolled and lightening clapped loudly in the sky. Rain pelted the Escape, creating a pitter-patter mantra echo within the SUV. Unable to stand the silence, as he dearly missed his baby brother, Dean glanced sideways towards Sam to strike up a conversation, hoping he could keep his mouth shut about the large relationship elephant in the back seat. He'd dropped Castiel off at the hospital earlier for his clinical rotations and somehow the nurses ID badge still lay on his back seat next to Sam's bags.

Glancing at his phone, which sat idly in the cup holder between the two front seats, Dean could clearly see that Castiel had sent him a message saying he left his badge in the backseat. Thankful that the darker haired man didn't need the identification, as he more than likely just got another one, Dean quickly had to come up with a reason as to why the badge was on the back seat. Telling his dorky younger brother that he'd pinned the nurse to the back seat while reaching in to grab his bag wasn't something Dean was too keen on sharing.

"Alright," Sam's voice ripped through the uncomfortable silence inside Dean's truck like a sharpened blade to butter. "What did I do?" Giving his blonde brother a pointed look, Sam crossed his arms over his chest and patiently waited for an answer to his brothers quiet behavior.

"Sorry, Sammy," Dean quickly thought up an excuse. "Work's just been keeping me busy. I feel like I ran a marathon last night and my body is still trying to catch up." It wasn't a complete lie as when he and Castiel escaped up into his room, Dean took the liberty of allowing his lover to take another turn in the saddle. As tired as they both were, the slower pace drove both the officer and the nurse insane with pleasure. "It's a good thing I'm off the rest of today, Saturday and Sunday." Pulling into the parking lot of the diner, Dean flashed a cheesy grin to his floppy haired brother.

Walking in, all Dean had to do was wave at the waitress, Jan, who was an elderly woman that the boys grew up loving like a nana. Over the years, age hadn't been too nice to the older woman, but she could still man handle the officer and his younger brother even on her worst days. It took only glance at their table before she slowly made her way to the end of their booth. Placing her hand on the edge of the table, she angrily drummed her fingers on its surface. "Hi Jan—"Dean started but instantly shut his mouth as the salt and pepper haired woman knocked her hand over his head. Sam laughed.

"You don't call, you don't write and yet you waltz in here like nothing has changed, Dean Winchester. I at least expect weekly updates, especially with you looking like you're losing weight like you are. And you, young man," turning her heated gaze to the laughing college boy across from the officer, Jan crossed her arms. Sam instantly shut up. "Growing like a weed, and you're just as skinny. Don't tell me you're too busy out in California to be able to pick up a phone and call."

Both boys sheepishly glanced at each other, biting their bottom lip knowing full well that they haven't kept in contact with Jan. "I'm sorry, Jan." Slowly sliding out of his booth, Dean wrapped his arms securely around the woman's slight frame. Resting his chin on the woman's shoulder, he placed a soft kiss to her cheek. "I'll do my best to stop by more often. You know I love your delicious apple pie."

"You'll be lucky if you get any." She joked before wrapping her arms around the officer in a motherly fashion. Kissing the boy's cheek, she released him to repeat her actions with Sam who looked like a lost puppy. "And you, mister, do your best to stay in touch." Settling the boys back into their seats, Jan didn't need to pull out her notebook, but rather shout back their usual order of a double bacon cheeseburger, ketchup only, side of fries and a Coke along with a grilled chicken sandwich, lettuce, tomato, and onion, with a side salad and an unsweetened iced tea. Taking a moment to catch up with her most favorite customers, the woman only left later to check on the other customers in the diner.

Most of them Dean recognized as they had been regulars at the diner for the last twenty years or so. The cranky older guy in the far corner booth with his coffee and newspaper was Mr. David, the city's car mechanic that owned the only car repair shop in town. The woman, who Dean assumed was in her late forties, sat with her scrap book of coupons scatted across her table and the elderly couple at the bar was the Flints. For as long as Dean remembered, they had been coming to this small diner for breakfast, lunch and dinner. For a moment, Dean felt like he was back in high school and the only person missing from the diner was their father. One look at Sam reminded the officer that he was nearly six years out of high school and that no one had seen high or low of their father since he left.

Conversation came easy between the brothers, and the easy interjections Jan provided as they ate their home-away-from-home meal. Rewarded, Jan brought out a fresh apple pie for the three to share. Without realizing what time it was, Dean glanced at his watch and instantly knew Castiel was getting off in a few. Their usual routine was that Dean would pick up the darker haired man and they would head back to his place on his days off, but Sam was in town and that put a halt to all their couples's actions as a means to keep their relationship a secret. Sam and Jan joked about the old times, and how dorky Sam used to look compared to the fine young man he'd grown to be while Dean allowed his eyes to drift out the window wishing he could man up and tell them about Castiel.

Oh God did he wish he could tell them…

~S U P E R N A T U R A L~

Kira: I'm so sorry guys about the delayed update but it's nearing the end of my term at school and everything just kind of hit me all at once. Ugh! Also, I can't tell you how many times I toyed with the idea of bringing Sam back and how to go about Dean and Castiel's growing relationship. They have been dating long enough, I felt, to allow their relationship to progress to the sexual stage but I royally SUCK at writing that kind of stuff. So forgive me if that was god awful, terrible. I have a three day break next week, and my goal is to post another chapter and complete 6 essays and work on 4 projects. Man, I'm so ready for this semester to be over. Let me know what you guys all thought on this chapter and thanks again for all your lovely remarks.

-D A R K – A N G E L – K I R A-