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Dean was wiped out after his tantrum which resulted in the young hunter destroying the foosball table and vintage Pac Man arcade machine. Sam woke up in the middle of his brother's breakdown. The eldest Winchester sibling had been so caught up in destroying the games that he didn't even notice his baby brother witnessing his freak out session. Sam was frightened and was about to call the cops, when Dean finally ceased his demolition frenzy once and for all. Mary was away at a spa weekend with two of her plastic friends from the country club in Atlanta. John was most likely spending a few days with his second family.

Sam observed Dean wipe a stray tear from his freckled face as he stood in the dark hallway outside the rec room. The seventeen year old eventually fell asleep. Sam treaded on bare feet inside the room which resembled a tornado zone. He fetched a discarded quilt from the leather couch and covered his slumbering brother with it. Sam tiptoed out of the rec room and headed to his bedroom. He instantly called Grandpa Samuel, who upon hearing what his youngest grandchild told him, said he was catching the next flight to Key West.

Dean felt a hand lightly tapping his left cheek incessantly. He cursed at the extremely uncomfortable crick in his neck. The hunter flicked his tired eyes open. Grandpa Campbell knelt in front of him. Dean yawned and stretched out his legs. "Grandpa, what are you doing here?" Samuel gave his grandson space to stand up.

"Sam called me after you tore up the rec room. What the hell crawled up your freckled ass, son?"

Dean stretched his arms before answering his grandfather. "I don't want to talk about it." He vigorously rubbed the back of his stiff neck.

"I know you better than anyone, kid. Does this have anything to do with Castiel?" Samuel sat down on top of the pool table. Dean bit his lower lip hard. "I'm waiting."

"The Miltons moved here a couple of weeks ago," Dean was going to continue but Samuel stopped him.

"Son of a bitch! Unbelievable…so the red ass baboon had the cojones to bring his family down here. Guy is fucking obsessed." Samuel glanced at Dean, who paced up and down the rec room. "Sit still, son, you're giving me whiplash."

"So a seer can be attracted to more than one hunter?" Dean rolled a ball down the smooth surface of the pool table. He couldn't look at his grandpa.

Samuel grinned. Dean was so transparent. At least the kid was starting to come around. Bad thing Dean was taking baby steps and with the Milton kid in the picture, Castiel wouldn't be waiting in the wings. "I'm afraid so. As long as the seer hasn't completely bonded with any hunter, he or she is up for grabs."

Dean's shoulders visibly tensed. He placed his hands inside his jeans' pockets. "That's great, Castiel deserves to be happy and have a hunter to protect him."

Samuel stood up. "He's lucky that Milton boy is a fucking GQ model."

"Whatever," Dean mumbled.

"The first three months after they fully bond will be the honeymoon stage. The two of them will be like jack rabbits; not being able to keep their hands off each other, even in public." Samuel chuckled. "You won't mind, right? You must be relieved a handsome and brave boy like Lars will be Castiel's protector."

Dean ground his teeth. His jaw started to throb. "Good for them" It irritated Dean to no end imagining the couple making out all over school. "Well good old Lars is in the doghouse right now. Cas doesn't want to see him after he pulled some He-Man shit last night."

Samuel stood in front of his grandson and placed a warm hand over his right shoulder. "You can't lie to me, son. The reason you trashed this room was because you're jealous of Castiel and Lars getting close. You're scared of admitting it but deep down inside you know the truth."

Dean swallowed hard. "I'm scared, grandpa."

Samuel tilted Dean's chin upwards with two callused fingers. "Hey, I didn't help raise a coward. You've always been a tough little guy. Is it the gay thing that bothers you?"

"Kind off…it's just I am scared. What if we end up like mom and dad…regardless of the bond. Castiel is special and I don't want to hurt him."

Samuel hugged his grandson. "Sorry for breaking your no chick flick moment rules," the older man said in between chuckles. "Believe me, kid. Once the bond is complete, you will never stop loving your seer. The feeling is indescribable. Take it from me…when Deanna and I became mates was the happiest day of our lives. You won't regret it."

"I want to take things slow with Cas though. But freaking Lars is in the mix now and Castiel lights up like a fucking float at a gay parade whenever the douche is around." Dean scowled.

"Lars is a good kid. If Castiel is meant to be his seer destiny will tell. Right now you need to support Castiel through any visions he might experience from now on. I know they can be debilitating to say the least."

Dean licked his dry lips. "I was fucking scared when he had the seizure."

"But you knew exactly what to do because of the bond. Give the seer time. I have a feeling he has already chosen his mate but is waiting for him to make the first move." Samuel released his grandson.

"I wouldn't be so sure it's me. You haven't seen him and Lars together."

"Why don't you call Castiel and ask him if he wants to hang out with you today?" Samuel suggested as he led Dean out of the rec room.

Samuel stood outside his bedroom scraping his right flip flop on the marble floor. "Dean's ok now, Sammy. You did the right thing in calling me." Samuel ruffled his youngest grandkid's shaggy hair.

"Sorry I scared you, bro. It won't happen again." Dean smiled at Sam.

"Get dressed and we'll have a late lunch at Denny's," Samuel told Sam. The youngster nodded and disappeared in his room.

"Are you going to call Castiel?" Samuel asked Dean.

"He's mad at me, too."

"I have a perfect excuse for you to see him today."

Dean's eyes brightened. "What is it?"

"Has he been inked with a protection tattoo?"

Dean's mouth formed an "O" shape. "Grandpa, you're a freaking genius! I don't think he even knows about anti demon possession tats."

"There you go kiddo. After lunch I'll take Sammy fishing at the pier. That way you will have more than enough time to spend time with your seer."

Dean blushed. "Thanks, grandpa."

"Anything to see my grandchildren happy"

Two hours later, Dean debated whether to knock on the Singers' trailer home's door. He held on tight to a flat box he held in his right hand. Dean breathed in deeply before rapping his knuckles on the door. Alfie, the youngest member of the Singer family opened the door. The short boy eyed the teen curiously.

"Is Cas home?" Dean asked the six year old. He felt like a bug trapped under a magnifying glass.

"Who wants to know?" the kid asked.

"Tell him Dean is here. I really need to talk to him."

Alfie ran down the short hall and entered a room which Dean surmised was Castiel's. Two minutes later the little boy returned to the small living room. "Cassie says for you to go to H-E-Double Hockey Sticks."

The kid was damn adorable. "Tell your big brother I'm not leaving until he sees me."

Alfie rolled his expressive sky blue eyes before leaving again. Five minutes passed and there was no sign of either Cas or Alfie. Dean was about to walk out the door. Alfie ran out of Cas' room and went inside his own. Dean tapped two fingers on the box he still held. Castiel stuck his head out of his bedroom door. He frowned upon seeing the hunter standing by the front door.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Winchester?"

"I came to apologize. I've been acting like a total dick."

"At least you admit you're an ass butt." Castiel left his bedroom and leaned against the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. He arched a raven brow.

"Also, I want to thank you for saving me last night. I really appreciate you putting your ass on the line for me."

Castiel's eyes softened. Did Dean have an epiphany last night? "Are you feeling alright, Dean?" He strolled over to the hunter and placed a hand over the taller teen's forehead. Their skin prickled upon contact. "You don't have a fever."

"I want to start over on a clean slate. Even though we are not bonded and all that shit…I think we need to work together. I really want us to be friends."

"OK I'm listening." Castiel's cell phone buzzed indicating a text message was received. Before the seer started reading the message, a large frown adorned his face. By the time, he finished it; Castiel was trying his best not to smile. Dean rolled his eyes. "Sorry…you were saying?"

Dean slammed the gift box against Castiel's chest. "I got you this to make up for the Zeppelin shirt I ruined last night."

Castiel opened it and smiled. "This is pretty sweet, Dean. But you didn't have to get me a new band t-shirt."

"It's the least I can do. You saved my life last night, man."

"Well Lars also lent a hand. It wasn't only me." Castiel folded the shirt and placed it inside the box.

"Can we not speak about Northman, Jr.?" Dean hissed.

Castiel smirked. Dean was so damn cute, when he was jealous. "Whether you like it or not; the two of us will have to work with him some times." Cas' cell buzzed again. The hunter waited for the blue eyed teen to finish reading it. He silently crept behind Castiel to read over his shoulder. The seer shut the screen off immediately. "Nosy much!"

"Looks like Snoopy is still in the doghouse. You're going to reply or not?"

"Nah, I'm going to make him suffer for a few more days." Cas smirked. "What were we talking about? Oh yeah…I think the three of us make a great hunting team."

"Whatever, man but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Hey put the shirt on and come with me." Dean grinned at the seer.

"You're still in the doghouse yourself, Scooby. Why should I go with you?" Cas inquired tilting his head to the side.

"Because I'm taking you to Paradise Tattoo and I am not taking no for an answer"

"No way in hell I'm getting a tat!"

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Cas, sit down. I need to tell you about demons."

Half an hour later after giving the seer a full history of demons and possession and answering a plethora of questions from Cas, Dean drove the Impala down Duval Street. He held the door open for the seer once they arrived at the tattoo parlor. "By the way, the tat's on me."

Castiel opened his mouth to speak but Dean shushed him. He greeted a blue haired chick named Pandora. The tattoo artist bared a striking resemblance to Pink, the artist. "Winchester, what brings you to my lair?"

"My friend here wants to get the same tattoo I got."

"Cool…I've never seen that design before you came," Pandora smiled at the seer.

"What's your name sexy?" She motioned for Cas to join her in a back room. She held a red velvet curtain for him to go through. The seer glanced at the hunter, who nodded his head to go in.

"I'm Castiel."

Pandora nodded. "Cool name" She winked at him. "So where do you want the tattoo?"

He motioned to the center of his lower back. Dean smirked. "Cas, you kinky bastard. Who knew you'd get a tramp stamp."

"Do you want me to give him the same coloring, as well?" Pandora asked as she prepared all the items she would need to ink Castiel's skin.

"Make the sun sky blue and put angel wings on the top edges. Is that alright with you, Cas?"

The seer nodded. Pandora instructed him to remove his Zeppelin shirt. Dean tried not to look too much at the blue eyed teen. He always turned into putty seeing Cas shirtless. The dude had a swimmer's build and drove Dean insane. Dean sat down on a vacated chair and started reading Inked Magazine. He was shocked with himself. For the first time he wasn't freaking out over thinking Cas was sexy. He would take things slow and see where they led.

Three hours later, Pandora instructed Castiel to lather Neosporin on a regular basis for at least one week and keep the tat dry. Dean paid her two hundred dollars right before the two teens were on their way out of the parlor.

As Castiel waited for Dean to open the driver's door from within the Impala, he nibbled his lower lip. He shouldn't have allowed Dean to pay for the tat. He was starting to feel like Pretty Woman with Dean giving him the expensive phone and paying two hundred bucks for the tattoo.

Once he sat himself gingerly inside the muscle car, Castiel turned to Dean, who patiently waited for a group of a dozen tourists to cross the street. "I'm going to pay you back."

Dean turned to look at him. His emerald eyes bore into Castiel's electric blue orbs. The Winchester licked his lips. "No way, dude. How about your mom makes me one of her mouthwatering key lime pies and we'll call it even?"

Castiel nodded and gave Dean a gummy smile. "Deal" Dean's heartbeat accelerated. Shit he was so fucking screwed! Cas' gummy smile out of all things made him feel all tingly inside. He would have ovaries within a few days at the rate he was going.

Dean dreaded dropping Castiel off at the trailer park. He wanted to spend more time with the seer but Dean had promised Sammy they would hang out tonight. The two of them hardly hung out lately. Right before Cas exited the Impala, Dean cleared his throat. Castiel turned back towards him. "Grandpa thinks it's a good idea if I started training you."

"In what?"

"Self-defense and you need to pick a weapon to use on hunts."

"I would really appreciate it. I don't want to be a damsel in distress." Cas eyes became wide as saucers. "Ooh can you please show me how to use a crossbow? I've always wanted to learn after watching Buffy."

"Hell yeah, dude! You can give Daryl Dixon a run for his money."

"Shit he's a hot motherfucker," Castiel whispered.

Dean never thought about it but Cas was right. Ugh! Now he would get wood watching the Walking Dead. "When do you want to start?"

"Tomorrow?"

"I've got no plans. I'll pick you up at two o'clock. Sammy won't be home being a nosy rosy."

"See you tomorrow then and thanks again for the tattoo and shirt," Cas said bashfully.

"You're welcome, man." Dean made sure the seer entered his home before reversing the Impala and leaving the trailer park.

The following day at noon, Gabriel was on his way to the local Piggly Wiggly to buy a Snickers ice cream bar. Mrs. Peterson stopped him as he strolled by her trailer home. "Gabriel, sweetheart do you think you can help Geoff mow the lawn and trim the hedges outside my trailer?"

"I was going to run an important errand," the short boy said.

"How about I prepare a chicken pot pie for each of you and for dessert you can have a bowl of Rocky Road ice cream?"

Gabriel's mouth salivated at the thought of the yummy meal. "Mrs. Peterson, you had me at chicken pot pie. Where is young Geoff?"

The tall and gawky woman, who had hair rollers all over her head and donned a flowered dress yelled for her thirteen year old son to get his ass outside. Two minutes later a gangly pre-teen, who looked like Alfalfa from the Little Rascals, joined them in the sweltering heat. "Bring the lawn mower outside and the hedge clippers. Gabriel is going to help you with your chores." Gabriel noticed Geoff scratched his head nonstop.

"What's wrong man? You look like that crazy bag lady that hangs outside of the Chevron station." He eyed the kid suspiciously.

Geoff stopped scratching his head and went to get the lawn mower. Once they were done a few hours later, the two youngsters wrestled on the grass. Mrs. Peterson came outside to tell them the pies were ready. Gabriel licked his fingers after wolfing down the entire chicken pot pie and bowl of ice cream. He thanked before leaving the Petersons' home.

The sun was still out and the craving for a Snickers ice cream bar continued plaguing Gabriel. He went inside his house and searched for a cap. The sun was stronger now. He scratched his head desperately. Now he was just like Alfalfa, oops Geoff. Gabriel couldn't find his Miami Heat cap so he settled for Castiel's Red Sox hat.

Meanwhile Dean and Castiel arrived at Chez Winchester. The duo went directly to the yard where Dean had set up flour bags eight feet away from where they currently stood. "Those will be your targets." Dean brought over a large black duffel bag and handed it to Castiel. "Open it"

Cas unzipped the bag and retrieved a shiny sleek crossbow from within. Dean came back with a leather bolt holder. A dozen iron bolts gleamed with the sun light. "This is freaking wicked." Castiel grinned as his long fingers traced the small crossbow.

"It might not look like much but this baby packs a solid punch. Grandpa says it's the easiest to use and you can carry it with you everywhere."

The hunter was patient in teaching the seer how to place the bolts correctly. "Never fire your crossbow until you are 100% sure of your target and what's beyond. Always keep the safety engaged until you are ready to shoot. The safety has to be released in order to fire the bolt."

Dean handed Castiel a pair of safety goggles and covered his eyes with a pair of his own. "We need to be careful during our training sessions." The Winchester grinned at Cas. He ordered the seer to place a bolt on the weapon. Castiel was a quick learner. Dean instructed the dark haired boy to stand with his legs spread slightly apart. He stood behind the seer and held Castiel's elbows to steady them. Cas bit his lower lip, when he felt the hunter's warm breath brush against his neck. Dean subconsciously pressed his groin against Castiel's denim clad ass.

"Focus on the sack in the far right corner." Dean's voice came out husky. Cas was having hard time concentrating. His vision was focused on the sack and he envisioned himself alone. Dean's hands covered his. The hunter's body was plastered to his. Castiel could feel Dean's perspiration cling to his back. The boy's manly scent was driving him crazy. Dean leaned his face closer to Cas' neck. He inhaled the shorter teen's evergreen smell. Dean's fingers led Castiel's digits to release the crossbow's safety. He rubbed his hard on against Cas' hard ass. The startled seer shot the bolt. The piece of iron flew through the air and landed on a palm tree adjacent to the sack he was aiming at.

"Try again," Dean whispered less than an inch away from Castiel's sensitive earlobe. Cas was already breathing hard. Dean's hands guided him again. This time the hunter's hands traveled downwards until they enveloped the seer's hips. Castiel was on fire. He shot a bolt and this time it caught the edge of the targeted sack. "Atta boy," Dean rubbed himself harder against the blue eyed seer. Cas gasped and closed his eyes.

Dean shocked himself. This was not his intention. He planned on training Castiel in using a crossbow and then inviting him for a burger at the diner. The Winchester just couldn't control himself around Cas. Dean said fuck it as his lips descended on Castiel's perspiring skin. His mouth sucked hard on the side of Cas' neck. He continued grinding his dick against the blue eyed teen's ass.

Castiel turned the tables on the hunter. He inched away from him and shoved him to a lawn chair. He straddled Dean. Cas' mouth landed hard over Dean's. The hunter threaded his fingers through the seer's wild dark hair. Castiel rubbed his erection against Dean's groin. "Fuck, Cas don't stop." Dean attacked the seer's mouth. He couldn't get enough of the cherry pie he tasted inside Castiel's moist mouth. God cherry pie and Cas were his favorite flavors now. Dean traced the roof leisurely with his tongue. Castiel whimpered and remained dry humping the hunter fervently.

Eventually the duo needed to stop for air. Dean opened his eyes to the sinful vision of a debauched Cas. The boy's lips were swollen and cherry red. Saliva coated them. Dean leaned closer and licked them. Their foreheads touched as Castiel unzipped both of them. Dean's swollen dick curved upwards into his toned abdomen. Cas was in the same state. The seer swiftly held on to their cocks. He placed three fingers inside Dean's mouth. Dean sucked them hard and circled his tongue around the tips; never losing eye contact with Castiel. He released them with a wet pop because his dick was in need of some tender loving care.

Castiel smirked as he held on to both shafts and stroked them slowly. Dean kissed Cas's neck as the seer increased his moves. "What are you waiting for, babe? Go faster," Dean mouthed into Castiel's bruised skin. Castiel was the first one to come and Dean quickly followed.

"Shit we're covered in jizz!" Dean exclaimed.

"That's all you can say after what just happened?" Cas raised an eyebrow.

Dean blushed. "That was fucking awesome." He pulled Castiel to lie on top of him in the lawn chair. Cas relaxed feeling the slow rise and fall of Dean's chest.

"That's better than 'I'm not gay.' I guess." Castiel chuckled.

Dean tilted the seer's chin up with two fingers. "I'm not gay."

Castiel's entire body became tense. He promised himself he was not going to go through the same shit of Dean being in denial. The seer was going to get up but Dean held on to his wrist with an iron grip. The hunter smirked. "I'm Casexual."

Cas grinned brightly and kissed Dean hard. They made out for several minutes. Dean suggested, "Want to go clean ourselves in the guesthouse? We can use the bathroom in there." Castiel eagerly nodded. Dean surprised Cas even more by taking his hand. The hunter led the seer to the guesthouse. All of a sudden, Sam's voice rang through the yard. "Are you out here, jerk?!" Fuck Sammy arrived earlier than expected.

Many of you probably thought while reading Gabriel's part in this chapter, what the frak?! This scene had nothing to do with the story's continuity. Well believe it or not it does. The key point being the Alfalfa kid scratching his head like crazy. We'll find out why in the next chapter. LOL