Ok, so I've given this chapter an overhaul (nearly complete edit), because I've had more than one person tell me that I'm rushing Dean and Cas's relationship and I have to agree. I can't even bring myself to write another chapter, because where I want it to go can't happen until things are right. So, I've taken what the chapter used to look like and saved it as a Doc file in my Facebook group Supernatural Slash. If you want to read it any time ask me for the link and I'll give it to you. I hope you enjoy the rewrite.

Undisclosed Desires - Chapter Ten Development (Part 2)

"Room mate?" Meg smirks. "Tired of having me so far away?" She sits down beside him and crosses her legs.

He looks at her for a few seconds before he continues. "I've been here long enough and I think it's time to get my own place. However, I don't want to live alone."

"What about rent?" She scoots closer to him and picks up his tie. Slowly, she runs her fingers down it, watching the movement as she says, "It's not like I have a job and there's no way in hell I'm going to go work at one of those fast food joints."

He tips his head forward once. "I know that you need to keep a low profile. It's just a place to call home. I don't expect any thing from you other than just being my companion."

She flicks her eyes up to his and smiles widely. "Companion, huh? I like the sound of that." She smirks when she feels him go stiff. "Don't worry. I know all about your thing with the oldest Winchester brother."

He narrows his eyes at her. "How do you know about that?"

"Please. You don't think I keep tabs on my unicorn. I want to make sure that if there's any thing that I can do for you. Any thing all. That I know about it."

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "So, what have you been up to these past few months?"

She lets go of his tie and straightens up. She sniffs before she says, "Well, since I got your last letter, I've just been laying low. It's time for a change." She raises an eyebrow at him. "I think this whole room mate business is exactly what I need."

He watches her roll her shoulders before she turns back to him. She asks, "Have you found a place yet?"

He shrugs. "I have a few places on my list, but I haven't had time to look yet."

"And you need my help to pick out the place? I got to say, I'm flattered." Her smile sinks slightly as she realizes he's blushing. "What?" She asks amused.

He clasps his fingers in his lap before he clears his throat and says, "It's just. I've never done this before. Had a house of my own. Or a room mate."

"Or had your own room to invite let's say... a hot guy with intense green eyes and a nice butt over," she chimes in.

His blush deepens, which makes her laugh.

Meg leans back and sticks the end of her thumb nail between her teeth as she studies his profile. His shoulders are awkwardly drawn in towards his chest and one side of his mouth is lifted slightly from a suppressed smile. "I have to say that this side of you makes you even more adorable than I've ever seen you. I think I'm going to enjoy this a lot more than I originally thought."

XXX

Sam dropped a package of Barbeque Ribs in the buggy. Dean stiffened as the impact shook the buggy and made an echoing thud sound.

"Dude?"

Sam shrugged before turning back around to face the meats in the freezer.

The store was slow today and they had been in here for about ten minutes. Dean was starting to feel antsy. He'd been picking his brain apart since he'd woken up this morning. He'd thought that calling Cas last night had been a good idea, but now he was starting to sweat at the idea of having 'that' conversation with him. What was he going to say?

"Yeah, Cas. I like you two. A guy whose not really a guy at all. An angel, really. One who I just happen to have not so straight feelings for and..." He shook his head roughly and gripped the handle of the buggy tightly.

Sam turned around and dropped a bag of what appeared to be raw chicken breasts in to the buggy.

"Man, are those white meat?" Dean whined.

"White meat is better for the heart." He made a face as Dean eyed the meat in disgust.

"It's not that I don't like white meat. It's just... It only tastes right if someone makes it right. Other wise, it's dry and disgusting. Then, what's the point of making it, right? Right?" He couldn't stop the awkward laugh that bubbled out of him.

"Are you feeling ok?"

Dean ran the fingers of one hand through his hair and looked away as he tried to compose himself. His nervousness was growing and obviously it was beginning to show. He coughed in to his hand and the action seemed to do the trick, because when he looked back at Sam he felt steady enough to hold his gaze. "I'm good. Just ugh... I'm ss..supposed to talk to Cas later."

Sam's expression softened. "Really? About, you know?"

"Yeah." He looked down for a second then back up at him. "He kissed me."

Sam seemed like he was struggling with something for a second before he finally asked, "Really?" He rolled his shoulders. "Hh..ow was it?" He shook his head. "That's not what I meant. Um..."

"It caught me off guard," he said quickly, cutting him off from saying any thing else that could make this even more awkward.

He gave him a tight lipped smile before asking, "Yeah?"

"I may have yelled at him."

"Really?" Now he was giving a real smile.

"It's not funny."

"I didn't say it was."

An elder man in a navy blue sun hat passed by them and they both waited until he was a good distance away before Dean moved closer to Sam so they wouldn't be over heard.

"So, he kissed you," Sam began. "You yelled at him." He squinted at him for a second before saying, "I feel like there's something you're not telling me."

Dean's face seemed to shrink in on itself, like he'd stuck a lemon in his mouth and he was in a contest to see how long he could keep from spitting it out.

"Dean," Sam gently said.

"I melted. Ok? Like a puddle of heart shaped goo." He started breathing hard as his entire body heated up.

Sam's eyes lit up and a smile slowly formed on his face. It grew until Sam was grinning wildly.

Dean's eyes widened and he pointed at him. "If you laugh at me, so help me, Sam. I'll punch you in your stupid moose sized face." His heart leaped as Sam covered his mouth and started making weird muffled air filled laughs in to his hand. "Sam," he warned.

Abruptly, Sam stopped laughing and brought his hands to Dean's shoulders. "It's ok, Dean. I didn't expect heart shaped goo, but it's really ok."

Dean remained silent as he studied his brother's face.

"I mean it, Dean. It's alright. I support this."

Dean's breathing slowed down significantly. "Really? So, no matter how this goes you'll be ok with it?"

He seemed taken a back for a second. "Yeah. I mean, I'm not saying that me seeing you two holding hands or..." He closed his eyes as he said the word... "...kissing..."

"Oh my God, Sam!"

"I'm just saying that it will take some adjusting, but I'll look at it like every other relationship you've been in. I support it. I don't want to see you two macking all over each other, but that's to be expected with you or any one else in a relationship for that matter."

"Yeah, I get it. I certainly don't want to see you all hot and heavy with some chick or... dude either."

Sam shifted awkwardly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Dean studied him for a second. He got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach and suddenly he was grinning widely.

"Don't give me that look."

"You've been with a guy before, two. Haven't you?" Oh, this was too good.

"What? You're crazy."

Dean smacked him playfully on the shoulder. "Now, I feel a whole hell of lot better. Thanks, Sammy." He turned around and started down the isle.

"Dean?" Sam called out. Dean just kept walking and Sam watched his back until he disappeared around the corner of the soda isle. "Dean," he said again, but barely above a whisper. His body was shifty as he turned around and desperately eyed the food in the bottom of the buggy.

XXX

At three o'clock Dean was outside. He'd found a tree behind Bobby's house to stand under. He'd figured it was a better place, then his bedroom for him and Cas to talk. It was less intimate and more exposed. He wasn't sure why he'd felt the need to be so cautious. He wasn't a nervous teenager or a freaking virgin.

His behavior confused even him, but his gut was telling him it was the right thing and if there was one thing he trusted above all, it was his gut. He turned at the sound of fluttering wings to find Cas standing a respectable distance away from him and he didn't like the expression on his face. His eyes were widened a fraction too wide and his mouth was set in a straight line. "Dude, relax," he said. He cleared his throat when he realized how harsh he'd said it.

He purposely softened his features. "Seriously." He gave him an encouraging smile. Cas's exhaled sharply and his entire body seemed to ooze relief. Dean cocked an eyebrow at him. "What were you expecting me to start throwing things at you or something?"

He shrugged. "I'm sorry. I just... I feel bad about what I did."

"For kissing me?" He felt panic explode in his stomach. It was so powerful that his breath caught in his throat and he felt his hands start to shake. He cleared his throat and forced the feeling away. He'd enjoyed the kiss and he expected that this sudden reaction was because of how huge this change in his life was.

Cas shook his head. "No, for the way I did it."

Dean made a face. "What do you mean? How else was it supposed to go?"

"I could've talked to you first. Instead, I just kind of rushed in to it."

He grinned at him. "You just went for it." He shrugged his shoulders. "Took what you wanted, ay?" He chuckled nervously, suddenly feeling stupid.

"It's alright, man. I... liked it."

Cas's gaze sharpened and Dean gulped. He felt exposed. "You better not be reading my mind," he warned.

"I'm not. I was just studying you're features. So, if you're ok with last night, then would you mind if I tried it again?"

Dean's heart started pounding and he couldn't seem to get enough air in. The world seemed to shrink around him and he had to force himself to breath long, slow breaths. When he could speak again all he managed was, "Ww-at?"

"May I kiss you, Dean?" It was so direct, so matter-of-fact.

He didn't want to stutter again. His shirt suddenly felt too hot on his body and he struggled not to fan himself. This was so embarrassing and new and intense. He felt his head nod and then Cas was walking towards him. His first few steps were cautious, then he was standing right there.

Dean could feel the heat radiating off of his hand as he placed it on his cheek and pulled him gently forward, forcing him to take that last step that closed the distance between them. He licked his lips nervously as Cas started to lean forward. Just like the first time he felt his legs go weak as their lips met. This time, Cas's lips were soft and the change in sensation was so different than what he'd expected that he gasped. He felt the warmth of Cas's other hand as it slid around his waist and he lifted his own arm up to place it over his.

Dean fingered the material of Cas's trench coat curiously as his hand traveled up his arm to rest on his shoulder. Cas's kisses were slow and gentle and Dean wasn't sure how he felt about that. A part of him appreciated the slow pace, but another part of him wanted to slam him up against a tree and take what he wanted. Unfortunately, there was also a third part of him that wanted to push him away and turn to run as fast and as far away as he could get. After what felt like an eternity, but was only a minute or two, Cas pulled away from him and Dean reluctantly opened his eyes.

Cas let go of him and took a step back. Dean looked at him for a second as he tried to get his thoughts back together.

"Um," He awkwardly began. "That was..."

"Was it bad?"

He was surprised by the question. "What? No." He didn't want Cas to think that. How could he explain this when he didn't really understand his reaction himself.

His first thought was 'It's not you. It's me." But that was lame and Cas deserved better than that. Dean took a deep breath. He decided that he needed to stop panicking and man up.

He'd brought Cas here and he deserved to hear the truth. "It was not a bad kiss. It was good, great, actually." He took a step towards him. "It's just, this..."

He made a motion between them that meant 'me and you'. "I need to get used to it. I've never been with a guy before."

"Technically, Dean. I'm not a guy."

Dean sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. "Yes, but your vessel is and he has all the parts to prove it."

Cas looked down at himself and then back up. "I would never make you do any thing you were uncomfortable with."

He smiled. "I know and I appreciate that. This may take me a while to get used to and I'm not saying it's going to be easy. It may not work out. My relationship track record is..."

"Yeah."

"Yeah." He looked down at the ground as memories of Lisa threatened to surface. He mentally shook them away before he looked back at Cas. "So, we good."

"We are. Now, we can move on to more pressing matters."

"There's pressing matters?" He laughed and smacked Cas on the arm. "Some things never change."

Cas smiled and allowed Dean to lead him towards the front of the house.

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