Chapter 11

Of all the girls and boys who look my way
Ain't nobody ever hit me this way
So won't you come back with me
And lay with me a while

I'm gonna wrestle you out of them clothes,
And leave the beautiful body exposed,
And you can have my heart and my soul and my body
Oh, be mine

Steve Grand - All-American Boy

Cas:

The next month of Cas's life was filled with movies, video games - Dean had yet to play Red Dead Redemption, which was surprising considering his love/obsession of cowboys - and 'dates' where he and Dean brought food back to their room for a romantic night in (real dates were too expensive atm but Cas didn't mind these intimate moments alone), and, during the warmer weekends, Moondoor.

Part of their budgeting was due to the 'super secret' spring break trip to Florida Dean was planning. Cas knew his boyfriend had planned on taking him to Disney ever since the freshman mentioned never having been. Dean tried to keep it a secret, but Cas could see past the ruse. Especially when they spent a whole week rewatching 80s and 90s animated classics.

What did surprise Cas, however, was when Dean pulled up, not in Kevin or Channing's car as he expected, but in John Winchester's Chevy Impala. The sophomore had instructed Cas to wait on the curb with their bags just so he could show off, Cas realized. He was a bit suspicious when Dean said he'd go Kevin's apartment to pick up the car after class without Cas. Now he understood. His boyfriend was such an attention whore.

Dean rolled down the window, grinning big.

"How'd you manage to pull that off?" Cas asked as Dean got out of the car to unlock the trunk. Nirvana was blaring from what appeared to be an old school cassette player.

Dean threw his own bag in the spacious trunk and Cas shucked his on top and slammed the lid closed.

"Sam and Dad did an exchange," Dean explained. "Dad drove up in the Impala and Sam followed in his brand new, well new to him, Dodge Neon. Once they got here, Dad handed me the keys and drove back in Sam's car. When I told him I was going to Disney he kinda insisted I take a car I was insured on." His boyfriend shrugged, like it wasn't really a big deal.

Cas smiled, trailing his fingers over the smooth frame of the classic muscle car, before getting into the passenger seat.

Suddenly, something occurred to him. "Wait… You said they drove back?" he asked, looking at Dean curiously.

"Yeah, like ten minutes ago."

Cas was confused. "You didn't want to get lunch or something with them before they left?"

"Nah, Dad has to work in the morning so…"

Now, that just didn't make any sense. Why wouldn't they at least stay for half an hour to eat? Plus, the trip to Kansas wasn't exactly short by any means.

"So they just, what, drove ten hours here and then ten hours back, a twenty hour trip, in one day? Why would they do that?" Cas asked skeptically.

Dean shrugged, putting on a pair of aviators. "I dunno, because they love me?" he said as he pulled away from the curb.

Cas pouted. "Now that we're dating you'd think they would have at least said hi…"

"I'm sorry, baby," Dean said, putting his hand on Cas's thigh. "There's always next time."

"Yeah, I suppose," Cas said before another thought popped into his head. "Are we driving straight through or are we stopping for the night?"

He knew Dean's fear of planes was what made the borrowing of a car essential (that and the fact that plane tickets were expensive as fuck ) but he had no real desire to be in a car for seventeen hours, even if his travelling partner was the love of his life. Not to mention driving up mountains in the dark with little to no sleep was precarious as hell.

"Nah, we're gonna stop somewhere," Dean said to much Cas's relief. "So long as you don't mind shitty motels."

Honestly, they could sleep in the backseat of the car for all Cas minded, so long as he fell asleep next to Dean.

They decided to stop in Nashville for the night. The cheapest motel they could find was an Americas Best Value Inn for forty-nine dollars a night. It was a two-star hotel they could book online. Cas was thankful they didn't stay at those run down places people stayed at on television, with questionable carpet stains and sheets one wouldn't want to take a blacklight to. Because of this, he even forgave it for it's atrocious grammar ("America's is possessive, Dean!") because it would be the first time he and his boyfriend got to share a real bed rather than two twin beds shoved together.

Cas set down his bag and plopped, face first, down onto the bed.

"I hate road trips," Cas grumbled and he felt the bed shift under Dean's weight as he sat down beside him.

"Ooh, babe, that's strike one," Dean kid as he reached out to rub Cas's back.

Cas arched into the touch and sighed, "Maybe I can make it up to you."

Dean continued rubbing Cas's back for a couple of minutes, each man enjoying the casual carefree feeling, when Cas felt Dean's hot breath on the back of his neck.

"Maybe we can check out the jacuzzi," he whispered before kissing Cas behind the ear.

"What's the difference between a hot tub and a jacuzzi?" Cas asked, breathlessly.

"Dunno. But the website called it a jacuzzi so…"

"So I think we should check it out," Cas said, rolling over to look up at his boyfriend.

Cas kissed the other man sweetly before getting up to grab his swim trunks from his suitcase. He and Dean stripped, trying to keep their hands off of one another but failing miserably.

Cas playfully swatted Dean's hand away saying, "Did you want to do this thing or not?"

"Is the thing you? Because yes, I would like that very much," Dean answered and Cas rolled his eyes.

Eventually, however, the boys did make their way down to the pool. At the jacuzzi, Dean flipped a switch on the wall and the still water immediately began to bubble up. Kicking off their flip flops, the two of them sank down into the warm water.

"Come m'ere you," Dean said, pulling Cas to him so that he was straddling the sophomore.

From his lap, Cas began to kiss Dean, tenderly at first but it soon he took Dean's swollen bottom lip between his teeth and the other man growled tightening his grip around Cas's waist. Cas rocked his hips, rubbing his hard groin against Dean's and let out a groan.

"We should… go back to the room…" Cas panted. "Coming down here was… not your best idea."

Dean smirked against Cas's lips and reached his hand under the warm bubbling water to palm Cas's cock over his swim trunks. His member was buoyantly floating towards his stomach and gave a little twitch at the contact.

"Dean! Someone might walk in!" Cas scolded, pulling back to look at the flushed face of his boyfriend.

"So?"

"So? So I'm not an exhibitinist!" Cas gasped.

Dean chuckled. "Babe, we're the only people here. Nobody's gonna see."

He continued palming at Cas's erection, causing the freshman to buck his hips. Cas looked around nervously, but when Dean slipped his hand down Cas's trunks, all Cas could think was 'Yes! Yes! Want!' and he soon forgot about his fears of a voyeur walking in on them. The warm water provided the perfect amount of slickness, Dean's hand gliding easily up and down his shaft. He allowed Dean to slip him out of his trunks, exposing his cock to the open. It was a good thing the pool room didn't have a camera, otherwise they'd probably be kicked out. Cas's heart rate increased, not with fear but with excitement. Maybe the threat of getting caught was the whole point. Maybe the experience was made all the more arousing because there was an element of danger.

He didn't have time to ponder this long though, because Dean pulled his own throbbing cock from his swim trunks and took himself and Cas in one hand, their erections pressing together oh so deliciously.

Cas groaned into Dean's mouth as their kisses became sloppy. Dean broke free from his lips and trailed wet kisses down Cas's jaw.

"I've... always... wanted to do this," Dean admitted breathlessly as he dragged his teeth down Cas's neck.

"Dean..." Cas groaned.

"Come for me baby," Dean said, and Cas felt his balls tighten. "Come for me right here where anyone could see."

Despite what Cas said about not being an exhibitionist, he came into the bubbly water of the jacuzzi, biting into Dean's shoulder as he did, surley leaving a mark. This caused Dean to go over he edge as well, shouting Cas's name like a prayer. It echoed into the empty pool room.

Sated, Cas began to drift to sleep, right there in the cum filled water. He really felt bad for whoever had to clean the jacuzzi. They'd probably have to empty the whole thing. He smirked against Dean's shoulder.

"We can't sleep here baby," Dean said, nudging him. "Come on, you're way too heavy to carry."

"Hey," Cas grumbled. "We're like the same size."

"Exactly, Cas, have you ever tried to pick up a six foot tall man who's like all thigh muscle?" Dean asked and Cas groaned in response. "Yeah, that's right. Didn't think so… Come on, baby, the bed'll be much more comfy."

Cas reluctantly peeled himself off of Dean and stepped out into the chili air. The hot tub was just so warm. He almost immediately began to shiver, but Dean quickly came to his rescue, throwing a towel over his shoulders. Dripping wet and flip flops smacking loudly with every step, the two of them made their way back to the room. Cas was about to fall onto the bed when Dean put his arms around him, pulling him so that his back was pressed against the other boy's chest.

"Cas, you're all wet," Dean said with a small chuckle. "Let's at least get you out of your swimsuit first."

Grumbling, Cas peeled the wet material off of it, cursing when it got stuck on his thighs on the way down. Why are these things always so much harder to get off than they are to get on? he blearily thought. Once the suit was around his ankles, he kicked it across the room and let Dean dry him off with the towel. Taking the pajama pants Dean was offering him, he clumsily stepped into each leg and pulled them up to his hips. At long last, Dean put his hand between Cas's shoulder blades and directed him towards the bed, pulling the covers back for him and helping him lay down. Cas was asleep before his head even touched the pillow.

The next morning they had some complimentary breakfast before checking out. Cas made oatmeal with sliced bananas and Dean ate waffles with sausage links. The coffee was barely drinkable, but that didn't stop Cas from having a second cup. At check out, if the staff had already found the jacuzzi surprise, they didn't mention it as they thanked them for their stay and bid them goodbye.

The drive to Orlando was pleasant, the Smoky Mountains were gorgeous. Though they more resembled large hills than they did the images of the Rocky Mountains out West. Cas had never seen those either, but he figured the Appalachians were simply older and more eroded than their desert counterparts.

Once they made it to Orlando, Dean pulled into a motel called the I-Drive Grand Resort and Suites. It had horrible reviews online but it was cheap at only forty-two dollars a night. Since they planned on staying here for the next week, cheap was all they could really afford. After they checked in, Dean unlocked their room and they were met with the ugliest clashing carpet and bedspread.

"This might be the gayest thing I've ever said, but this room is fucking hideous," Cas told him, before taking a seat on the maroon, orange, and red paisley comforter.

Dean nodded, eyeing the red and orange checkered carpet with disgust. "Yeah, it's fugly as fuck," he agreed. "Hey, at least they have one of those indoor/outdoor pools."

Cas tilted his head. "What's that?"

Dean simply smiled at him and unzipped Cas's suitcase, tossing his swim trunks at him.

"Oh, you'll see," he said with a smirk.

The indoor/outdoor pool was exactly how it sounded. Half the pool was indoors and the other half was outdoors separated by a small opening one could swim though in order to access both of the pool areas. Besides being a little grimey and full of dying potted plants, the pool wasn't that bad.

He and Dean splashed around trying to dunk one another, behaving like children just because they could. Rough play quickly turned into something else as Cas wrapped his legs around Dean's waist. They kissed against the side of the pool, not realizing they were being watched in the surveillance cameras. Soon, the hotel manager came down to tell them the pool was closing for the evening, but both of them knew he probably just wanted to put a stop to their PDA.

Back at their room, Cas asked about ordering room service and Dean burst out laughing.

"Dude, we're lucky this place has a microwave," he said, wiping tears from his eyes. "Tell you what, there was that little convenience area in the lobby, I'll see if they have anything besides chips and candy down there." Dean chuckled and muttered "room service" to himself before leaving Cas alone in the maroon nightmare that was their motel room.

When Dean returned he held up two Cup-O-Noodles in the air in triumph. Cas rolled his eyes dramatically and Dean dropped the noodles on the counter before joining Cas on the bed.

"What? Is the food I bring home for you suddenly not good enough?" Dean teased, poking Cas in the side.

It was a little know fact that Castiel Novak was extremely extremely ticklish. Learning this quickly, Dean soon began attacking Cas with his fingers, trying to slip up towards his pits.

"Dean! Dean stop!" Cas begged, trying to wiggle away from his prying fingers.

The sophomore smirked. "What you gonna do about it Cas? Huh?" he asked as he continued his assault.

Dean pinned Cas's arms down above his head and Cas accidentally kneed him in the groin. That, at least, got the other boy to stop his torture.

Cas gaped, "Oh my god, Dean I am am so sorry!" and put his hand over his mouth.

In a high falsetto, Dean said, "Nah, Cas, it's fine," making the freshman laugh.

Once he recovered, Dean filled both noodle cups with water and stuck them in the microwave, flopping down on the bed while they cooked. He plucked the remote off the end table and began flipping through channels, eventually stopping on some Spanish language soap opera. Even though neither of them understood a word of what was going on, the two of them enjoyed their meals to the overly dramatic foreign-language television epic. At one point, a weeping woman pulled a gun from her purse and pointed it at who Cas had previously thought was her daughter, but came to realize was actually some sort of romantic rival, or so he hopped. They were even graced with a death scene in the following episode that would make even William Shatner roll his eyes.

The moths outside their window cast an eerie shadow as they repeatedly hit the bulb of the streetlamp, but the light was not enough of a distraction to keep Cas and Dean from falling asleep in each other's arms, Telenova luling them to sleep.

It rained the next day, but Cas didn't let a little wet weather ruin his vacation. He and Dean took a cab to NYPD Pizza (which didn't make sense to Cas because they were in Florida not New York but Dean insisted it was just a cool name).

They ordered garlic knots while they decided on pizza and Dean sighed, looking down at the menu.

"Madison Square Garden pizza… Still looking for shit for Sammy to eat even though he's like a day's drive away…" the sophomore said with a frown.

It warmed Cas's heart to know that Dean cared about his little brother even when he wasn't around.

"Well, maybe we can all take vacation together next year," Cas suggested. "He'd have to get his own room of course." He shrugged, looking up at Dean over the menu.

Dean hummed and put his menu down. "I'm still gonna get us a large Manhattan Meat Lovers," he said with a chuckle.

Cas frowned. That sounded entirely too greasy. "Why don't you get a medium so I can get the Brooklyn Buffalo Chicken pizza for myself?"

"Deal."

The pizza turned out to be delicious, completely deserving of all the great Yelp reviews and almost five-star rating. It was definitely one of those places you just had to check out if you were in Orlando.

Back at the motel, they enjoyed a shower together and watched anime on Dean's phone. Despite the tiny screen and constant need to keep the phone plugged into the wall, it was a really great lazy day.

The following morning, Cas sent a quick prayer to Walt Disney that Monday had clear skies. He'd never been to Disney World, but Dean insisted the experience was 'so worth it' and he bought them one day value tickets (though they were still over $100 a person!).

Dean teased Cas about their tickets having Mickey and Minnie on them, saying that it was 'rather appropriate' that Cas was handed the polka dot bow wearing mouse.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Cas asked, narrowing his eyes at his boyfriend.

Dean kissed him on the cheek. "I'm just teasing you babe," he insisted, grinning widely.

Cas hardly had time to be mad at Dean before the magic of the Happiest Place on Earth took hold. The streets of Disney World were lined with shop after shop, all looking like something straight out of the opening of Beauty and the Beast. Cas spun around, his mouth agape and his eyes trained towards the signature castle in the distance.

Dean chuckled. "Welcome to Main Street USA," he said, taking Cas's hand before pulling up the Disney World app on his phone. "Says here you can get a free souvenir button at guest services if it's your birthday, honeymoon, or your first time here… We should get you one."

"What, and look like a total noob," Cas scoffed. "Isn't that the Disney equivalent of wearing your lanyard around your neck?"

"Yeah, probably," Dean said with a smirk. "Or we could just be extra touristy and take cutsie selfies like the lovesick idiots we are."

True to his word, Dean guided Cas by the hand to Cinderella's castle. At the base of it, they kissed and took a selfie capturing the moment. It was a good thing Disney was pro-LGBT. Unlike their experience at the motel pool, none of the staff at the park had anything to say about the two boy's public displays.

Guiding him by the small of his back, Dean ushered Cas away from the castle.

"What you wanna do first?" the sophomore asked as he and Cas made their way towards the rest of the park.

Cas wasn't sure. "What's the best ride here?" he asked.

"That'd be Space Mountain… But there's also Haunted Mansion and Pirates of the Caribbean."

Now that got Cas excited. "Pirates of the Caribbean!? Like the movie!?"

"Nah, man, the movie was based on the ride . Not the other way around."

Cas was skeptical. "You mean to tell me they made five movies based off of a ride?"

"Yup. And they redid it to make it all Jack Sparrowie."

Cas blushed, remembering how Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow was his first celebrity crush, despite being old enough to be his father (he was forty in the first movie!). This was long before the internet's 'daddy obsession.' The first movie might've came out when he was four years old, but he certainly didn't see the films until he was at least twelve, right before the fourth movie came out. The skeletons in the first movie probably would have been way to scary for Cas had he been any younger. Not that he really enjoyed the fourth one, mind you. The first movie would always be his favorite, followed by two and three. Five wasn't all that bad, all things considered, he just hoped they didn't plan on making any more, though knowing Disney…

Cas snapped out of his trance to the sound of Dean's voice. He realized they were already waiting in line for the ride. He shook his head, clearing it of the seven year old memories. It was 2018, not 2011.

"Crowley?" Dean asked, tapping the shoulder of a short stocky boy with slick black, though slightly greasy, hair.

"Crowley? As in Fergus from varsity soccer?" Cas asked in a daze.

"Dean!" the boy said, turning around to face the sophomore. He had a British accent, which Cas did not expect. "What has it been? Two years? It's a small world, or so they say."

Dean smiled cheekily. "Is your mom still hot?" he asked, earning a warning glance from Cas. "What! She was! She had him when she was, like, sixteen or some shit. Super milf."

"She was eighteen for you information," Crowley growled. "Apparently I was conceved during some sort of pagan orgie. My mother was a whore, but she certainly wasn't one of the girls on Sixteen and Pregnant."

Cas just stared at the other boy, his mouth hanging open. So this was Crowley? The kid Dean made out with under the bleachers.

"Uh…" was all Cas managed to say.

"Shit, sorry," Dean said, putting his arm around Cas's waist to draw him near. "Crowley, this is my, uh, boyfriend, Cas."

"Boyfriend?" Crowley asked, eyeing Cas up and down. "I see you've gotten over your little identity crisis."

Dean blushed, suddenly very interested in examining the hem of his shirt. Cas tilted his head, looking at his boyfriend's curious reaction. But then it dawned on him.

"It wasn't Crowley who didn't want a serious relationship, was it?" he asked and Dean shook his head, looking embarrassed.

Crowley snorted. "God, no, I was practically head over heels for the charming Mr. Winchester," he said, with a sigh. "Unfortunately, Dean was practically in Narnia he was so far in the closet."

"And your lab partner, what was his name? Aaron?" Cas asked, trying to make eye contact with Dean.

When Dean didn't answer, Crowley stepped in to explain, "Poor Aaron asked Dean to prom, very publically I might add, and our little example of toxic masculinity here turned him down in front of all his jock buddies. What was it you said, Dean? 'I'm not a fag?' You got detention for that one, didn't you?"

"What?" Cas gasped, looking at his boyfriend. Dean was the last person he expected to use the offensive 'f-word' so casually.

Dean finally met Cas's eyes, his emerald greens glossy with tears. "That was a long time ago… I-I've changed, Cas. That's not me anymore. I swear… I was an asshole back then, but I didn't mean it. I-I was just scared," Dean said, taking a deep breath. "A-after Benny I just-"

"Wait, what really happened with Benny?" Cas asked, not liking that Dean had lied to him when they discussed their past relationships. Not that any of these people had actually dated Dean but still. The story that Dean originally told him was turning out to be less truthful than Cas was lead to believe.

Dean sighed and put his hands in his pockets. They moved up with the line and Dean leaned against the guard rail.

"Before we moved to Lebanon, my dad kinda… drifted for a while. I went to about eight or nine elementary schools and four middle schools. Finally, once we moved to Lebanon I was able to stay at the same high school all four years… But, uh, right before we left New Orleans, I, uh, I tried to kiss Benny. He-he basically freaked out on me and, well, left me alone in the park. Never got to say goodbye."

"Oh Dean…" Cas said, reaching down to grab his hand. He kissed the back of it tenderly. "I'm so sorry you've experienced so much heartbreak."

"You're not mad?" Dean asked, his eyes wide and full of hope.

Cas shook his head. "No, of course not. That was a long time ago, Dean. You've come a long way since then."

Dean pulled Cas towards him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. "I don't deserve you," he whispered into his ear. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Dean," Cas said, pulling away slightly to give Dean a kiss on the lips.

"Ugh," Crowley groaned beside them. "What about bloody lines makes people think inappropriate amounts of PDA are suddenly okay?"

Crowley rode with them on Pirates of the Caribbean and even joined them in line for Haunted Mansion before leaving to go meet up with his so called 'coaster junkie' friends.

"So, I'm guessing you don't want to go on Space Mountain with us?" Dean teased and Crowley made a face before politely declining.

After Space Mountain, they rode a few other rides before they stopped at Casey's Corner for a late lunch or "linner" as Dean called it. Cas got a chili cheese dog and Dean got some monstrosity called the mac and cheese dog. For dessert, they stopped at the Plaza Ice Cream Parlor and split some abomination called a doughnut sundae.

They watched the parade before the park closed, Dean's arm never leaving Cas's hip. He truly had come a long way since high school, Cas thought as he and Dean kissed under the light of the fireworks. Cas was glad Crowley dragged the truth out of Dean. It only made him more proud of the amazing man his boyfriend had become.

On Wednesday, Cas and Dean stayed in their motel watching a medical drama Dean enjoyed called Doctor Sexy, only leaving to grab Taco Bell from up the road.

Thursday they made a trip to the NASA museum at Cas's request, though tickets were fifty bucks a piece. It was too bad there wasn't a shuttle launch scheduled for while they were in the state, that would have been really fun to see. Dean didn't seem as into it as Cas did but he looked at Cas with fondness every time he 'nerded out' about anything space related. Cas was entirely convinced he had the best most patient boyfriend on the planet. He was unsure what he ever did to deserve someone as wonderful as Dean. All vacation, a permanent smile was etched to both of their faces. It was the happiest Cas had ever been in his life.

They ate at Five Guys on their way back to the hotel. Dean insisted they get a small fry to split between them, rather than a fry each, and he was right. Their small was easily the same size as any other restaurant's large, and overflowed into the bag. Apparently they were pretty famously known for their lack of portion control, and autotuned YouTube review.

By Friday, Dean's bank account was running low so they decided to spend the day at the beach. Cas had never seen the ocean before and was surprised at just how cold the water was this time of year. The breeze coming off the beach made him shiver, but Dean's warm arm around him helped chill him from the cold. The beach, however, was not as LGBT friendly as Disney was, but Dean simply flipped off anyone who gave them a disapproving look. It was a good thing they were both at least six foot and pretty muscled otherwise Cas was sure they would have been harassed at least once.

They ate lunch at some dockside shack and got burgers and cheesy stuffed shrimp to share and after lunch they walked to a surf shack to check out how much it would cost to rent some boards, but it was way too expensive. So instead, Dean bought them cheap foam boogie boards.

The ocean spray was as cold as Cas expected, but he soon got used to it as he tried desperately to cling to the boogie board as he and Dean attempted to ride the waves. At one point, Cas was dragged under the water by the force of an especially large one and he swallowed a lungful of seawater. Thankfully, Dean was able to pull his head above water, hitting the heel of his palm against Cas's back as he sputtered and gagged. The saltwater was much saltier than Cas expected and tasted mildly like seaweed and fish. He tried not to think about the fact that animals defecated in the water as he allowed Dean to grab his hand and lay him down on the towels they set up on the dry sandy beach.

They laid out on the beach until Cas was sure Dean would turn into one giant freckle. After that, they went for a walk, taking pictures of the urban decay and wildlife (including one of the weirdest bird's either of them had ever seen. It was probably a crane, but it's neck was shaped like a staircase. It didn't even look real!).

Around sunset, Cas and Dean stumbled into a restaurant on a dock they were exploring. The inside of this seemingly hole in the wall eatery was much much fancier than either of them expected, with it's white tablecloths and multiple forks. Dean grabbed Cas's hand, about to usher him out, when the hostess came up to them and asked them if they wanted a table for two.

Cas looked down at the swim trunks and tee shirts they were both wearing and felt extraordinarily underdressed, but Dean shrugged and allowed the woman to lead them to a secluded candlelit table.

After taking their drink orders, waters for both of them, their waitress left them to peruse the menu.

When Cas saw the prices, however, he leaned over the table to whisper, "Dean, what are we doing here? There is no way we can afford this place."

But Dean casually brushed off the complaint. "It's cool, Cas. We can just split something," he said with a cocky smirk.

When their waitress came back Dean ordered a crab cake appetizer and crab legs for them to split. When he asked her to bring out a second plate for the crab legs, the woman's waxy smile faltered, but she quickly recovered, telling them 'right away sirs' before excusing herself to put in their order.

As soon as the two of them polished off the surprisingly good crab cakes, their waitress came back with two small shot glasses filled with what appeared to be some sort of smoothie, perfectly balanced on a silver platter. She placed the tiney beverages down in front of them saying, "Strawberry soup to cleanse the palate."

Cas raised an eyebrow at Dean who shrugged and downed his 'soup' like it was a shot of whiskey. Cas did the same. Again, their waitress's smile faltered and Cas could have sworn he saw her eye twitch, but she didn't say a word.

To top off the evening, Dean dumped the dish of garlic butter all down his swim trunks. Their waitress brought them a wet towel, but it didn't really do anything. Apparently oil is a bitch to get out.

Dean:

When they got back to the motel, Dean stripped out of his butter soaked swim trunks and bent over to fish a pair of sweatpants out of his suitcase, but Cas rounded on his quickly, and brought his palm to Dean's ass with a loud smack.

Dean shot Cas a surprised look and the other man quirked an eyebrow, amused. "I'm sorry, Dean. I couldn't help myself," he said, not sounding sorry at all.

Dean smirked, crossing his arms over his naked chest. "Sounds like a bunch of talk to me, Cas. We both know you don't have the guts to follow through," he challenged.

Cas quickly pinned Dean against the wall. "Oh, don't I?" he growled, so unlike the timid Cas-persona outside the bedroom.

Dean liked that the freshman was becoming comfortable enough to drop the shy pretense. Cas attacked Dean's mouth with his, kissing him until they were both breathless. Without warning, he spun Dean around so he could walk him to the bed, pushing the sophomore down when his calves met the mattress. As Dean watched, Cas slowly untied his swim trunks, giving Dean his own personal strip-tease as he stepped out of his shorts and pulled his shirt over his head. Once he was just as bare as Dean, Cas tackled Dean onto the bed and began assaulting his mouth with his full sexy lips. As they kissed, his boyfriend reached between them and began to pump Dean's cock. As he teased his balls, Cas slipped a finger down Dean's crack and pressed against his entrance, and Dean's cock gave a lurch.

"Is this okay?" Cas asked and Dean nodded. "No, Dean, use your words. I need to hear you say it's okay."

Dean gulped, "Yeah, Cas, it's okay."

"What's okay, Dean? Tell me... What do you want me to do to you?" Cas growled into his ear.

The freshman's commanding tone made Dean's cock give a twitch.

"I... I want you to fuck me," Dean whispered and Cas bit his earlobe, sending a chill down Dean's spine.

Cas slipped the tip of one finger inside of Dean, and Dean hissed at the sensation.

"I'll be right back, my love," Cas said, slipping out of bed to grab the Astroglide from where it was tucked away in his suitcase.

Pouring the gel onto his fingers, he slipped a single digit into Dean's entrance and it slipped in with little resistance. Cas hooked his finger as he began pumping in and out of Dean, hitting his prostate and causing Dean to see stars.

"Fuck baby! Just like that!" Dean shouted, not caring how much nose they were making.

He groaned as Cas scissored another finger inside of him, the slight burn subsiding almost instantly. By the time he had three digits inside of him, Dean was practically begging for more, not that he'd ever admit it.

Producing a condom from seemingly nowhere, Cas rolled the rubber onto his dick, slicking up with more lube before aligning himself with Dean's entrance. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pushed in, and the familiar burn felt amazing, heightened by the intensity of Cas's baby blues. When Cas finally leveled out, he stayed still, allowing Dean to adjust, before slowly slipping in and back out. All of Cas's commanding attitude was gone as he leaned over to kiss Dean on the mouth. Dean wrapped his legs tighter around Cas's midsection, allowing him better access as he slowly rolled his hips. But soon, Dean became impatient.

"Move, Cas," he groaned, and his boyfriend didn't need to be told twice.

He began pumping in and out of Dean, his hips slapping against Dean's ass on every thrust. He angled himself so he hit that glorious bundle of nerves and Dean knew he could probably come on Cas's cock alone if only the man continued. Thankfully, Cas got the memo and fucked into Dean harder, hitting his prostate more often than Dean thought imaginable.

"Cas... Cas, I'm gonna..." Dean sputtered, feeling his arousal pool in his gut.

Cas kissed him sloppy, moaning into his mouth, "Dean, I'm so close..."

Both men came nearly at the same time, their combined orgasms leaving them both breathless, covered in sweat and come. If only the sticky mess between them could magically be cleaned at the snap of a finger... Dean grumbled something about wishing Cas had powers, causing his boyfriend to laugh before grabbing a washcloth to clean them both up.

Only after they were clean did Dean realize that they didn't just fuck, they made love.

On Saturday, Dean woke up first (even thought it was well into the afternoon) and suddenly he had the most brilliant idea.

"Cas," he said, shaking his boyfriend awake. "Cas."

"Whatever it is, it can wait," Cas groaned and Dean chuckled, kissing the crown of his head.

"Cas…" he said again, and Cas peeled his eyes open, shooting Dean a murderous glare. "Cas, let's get tattoos!"

The two of them went to Atomic Tattoo, a parlor within walking distance from their motel. On the way there, Dean grabbed Cas's hand and kissed it, sensing his boyfriend, the sex god, had returned to his usual sheltered nervousness.

"Hey, you don't have to get one if you don't wanna," Dean assured him.

Cas shook his head. "I want to I'm just... worried it'll hurt."

"Dunno," Dean shrugged. "Never got one before."

Cas pondered this for a moment as they walked. "Can you go first? I want to get one but..." he trailed off, his eyes wide with fear.

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, sure thing babe."

At the parlor, Dean drew the symbol his mother wore around her neck onto a pad of paper so the artist, Pamela, had something to work off of.

"So basically a pentagram surrounded by flames?" she asked and Dean nodded.

"Yeah, my mom was a wiccan..." Dean said with a shrug. "I don't really buy into all that, but it reminds me of her so..."

Pamela nodded, understanding. She instructed Dean to take off his shirt and sit down in her chair. She even allowed Cas to hold his hand as she inked into his pec muscle.

As soon as she finished, after assuring Cas it didn't feel all that bad, the freshman drew some strange symbols onto a notepad and asked Pam to ink him just above his hip bone. When Dean asked him what the symbols meant, Cas told him it was some angelic language mumbo jumbo he didn't really buy into.

"I don't believe in magic," Cas said, as Dean held his hand and Pamela began tracing the symbol onto his skin. "But I was named after an angel so I believe it's pretty appropriate."

"What's the spell supposed to do?" Dean asked, curious.

Cas smiled fondly. "Well, according to the stories, Castiel -angel of Thursday- rebelled against Heaven all because he fell in love with the human under his charge, the Righteous Man," he said, obviously recalling a tale he was told as a child. "He tattooed this spell into his skin to hide from the other angels. He didn't want to be found and dragged back to Heaven, back to the family who rejected and abandoned him. Instead, he chose to live out the remained of his lovers days by his side. He chose free will."

"And the other angels, they resented him for this?" Pamela asked as she did her thing.

"They saw Castiel the same as Lucifer. But, the devil fell in rebellion against humanity whereas Castiel fell for humanity in every way possible..." Cas said, goofy smile on his face despite the needle coloring his skin.

"That's a beautiful story Cas," Dean told him.

And it was. Dean could see how something like that meant a lot to the man, even though it was fantasy. Sometimes, the fictional stories were the ones we related to the most. And Cas picked a good one to be his mantra. He picked free will, an act of rebellion, of love.

Dean couldn't be more proud of his angel.

Cas:

After getting permanent ink etched into their flesh, Dean suggested they eat at IHOP. It was well after midnight by this point so the only other people in the restaurant seemed to be high or drunk college students, but according to Dean that was the funnest time to eat there. Dean got New York Cheesecake Pancakes and teased Cas relentlessly over his Cupcake Pancakes ("They have fuckingsprinkles , Cas!") but Cas didn't care because they were fantastic .

The stars shone bright as they walked back to the motel, hand in hand. When they rounded a corner, Cas pressed Dean against the cool brick of some random building and kissed him senseless. The sophomore grounded and rocked his hips into Cas, almost prompting the freshman to suck him off right there in the alleyway. But then, Cas felt his phone buzz in his pocket and reluctantly tore away from Dean to check it. His heart stopped when he saw the caller ID. He quickly answered, his hands shaking as he put the phone up to his ear.

"Anna?"

"Hello, Castiel. I was wondering if we could meet up somewhere to talk," his sister said as if it hadn't been close to a year since they last spoke.

To be continued...