I know it's been ages and many of you thought that I would never update again. Never fear though it may take an eon or so, I will finish this story. I just had to take a step back and reevaluate the direction of this fic. In case some of you don't know chapter 11 has been rewritten. That last chapter really bothered some people. I think some of you are taking Sam's last thoughts a little too seriously. Even though it sounded a little ominous and dark, it was not meant to be. Yes Sam is acting a little OOC, but my Sam is spoiled and he has a sense of entitlement when it comes to Dean. He is sick of living in Dean's shadow and being compared to him and always coming up short. Never doubt for a moment that he loves Dean, he just doesn't realize how much…yet. So yeah real life has been kicking my tail…*sigh* But as a special treat a chapter from our handsome Professor's POV.


Castiel Novak considered himself to be a simple man with simple tastes. Though he had the means to live the same lavish lifestyle enjoyed by his siblings, he preferred a more modest way of life. His home was an older brownstone in an admittedly upper class neighborhood, his car a modest BMW. Several of his siblings accuse him of being miserly, but he really felt no need to own more than one home (Michael and Lucifer) nor did he need several exotic cars (Gabriel and Anneal). Growing up poor had taught him the value of a dollar and it was ingrained in his very nature. His one concession to vanity was his love of designer suits. He's been told many times, that he had a body that made power suits into a lethal weapon. Of course he dismissed it as utter rubbish. Castiel was a practical man, and he was under no delusions about his looks.

When he looked in the mirror, he saw an average looking man with unruly dark hair and unremarkable blue eyes. While his full lips were somewhat pleasant, overall he considered his features quite boring. He has a compact figure, long and lean with prominent hip bones. It ideally suited his chosen sport of swimming. All through school he swam competitively and earned several scholarships in the process.

His siblings called him sarcastic and blunt to a fault. Thankfully he'd worked through the socially retarded phase of his life. He was continually baffled by other people's attraction to him. In college, during his rebellious phase, he chalked it up to him being an easy lay; up for pretty much anything. When he stopped partying his junior year, he still received many propositions which confounded him further. He attributed the continued interest in him to the fact that his family was by that point very affluent. Indeed when people inevitably discovered that he was one the Novak's the propositions got more and more brazen. There was no reason besides the money that anyone would pursue him so ardently.

When he said as such to Dean, the other man nearly doubled over laughing. Castiel was puzzled, but then again he rarely understood humor. The younger man then proceeded to catalog in explicit detail all of the Professor's many fine assets; from his amazing blue eyes to his kissable lips, to his firm backside. Castiel still blushed at the memory. He'd never been with anyone quite like Dean Winchester.

There was something about the blonde Winchester that just drew Castiel to him like a lodestone. From his brilliant green eyes, myriad of freckles, his bow legs and quick smile; Dean had a magnetic personality that just captured Castiel's attention and refused to let go.

Today found the professor once again awaking in a bed not his own. For the past two weeks, Cas has spent the majority of his nights with Dean. Here surrounded by Dean's scent and wrapped in his amazingly soft sheets, Castiel felt contentment like he's never felt before. As usual he awoke before his blonde bedmate. Slowly he turned in the circle of Dean's arms not wanting to disturb the resting man. For some reason unknown to Cas, watching his boyfriend sleep had become one his favorite pastimes.

With those verdant green eyes closed, Castiel was free to study the slumbering man at leisure. Dean truly was a handsome man, with long sandy lashes and petal soft lips; he could almost be called pretty. Unable to resist, Cas ran a finger gently over a blonde brow. He was immediately pulled into Dean's side as the younger man buried his nose in Castiel's wild hair.

"Morning babe" whispered Dean, voice raspy from sleep.

Cas gave a low hum of appreciation as Dean trailed a hand down the professor's slim back. Warm lips firmly attached themselves to the sensitive point just below his ear. Castiel allowed himself to be pulled beneath his sandy haired lover, his legs easily falling open to accommodate Dean's slim hips. The delicious slide of naked skin on naked skin made Castiel remember their activities of the previous night. When Dean began to roll hips against his, Cas couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his throat.

With his mind slowly being clouded by lust, Castiel was forcibly pulled from his pleasure induced haze by the ringing of his cell phone alarm. Wildly he swung his arm, managing to grab his phone and stop the noise.

"We have to get up, my father's party is today and we have a long drive ahead of us" Cas sighed in disappointment. Dean gave him a devilish smirk and continued to lavish attention to Castiel's neck.

"Dean…"

Once again he was ignored in favor of kisses being trailed along his chest.

"Dean…"

As a warm tongue toyed with the trail of hair below his belly button, Cas gave up trying to deter his lover.


Two and a half hours later Castiel found himself finally on the road to his parents' home. His body still thrummed deliciously from Dean's ardent ministrations. Even though it now meant that he would have to make a conscious effort not to limp in front of his family, Cas didn't regret their morning tryst. He was however starting to regret forcing Dean into letting him drive. Every time they went out, Dean was behind the wheel, Cas argued until Dean finally relented and agreed they would take Cas' car. As he eased his luxurious BMW onto the freeway, he allowed his misgivings about Dean meeting his family to overtake his mind. His family was eccentric to put it mildly. Despite Dean's assurances that it would take more than a few crazy relatives to run him off, Castiel was still more than a little apprehensive.

The drive was filled with good natured teasing by Dean who thought that the good doctor's taste in music was garbage. In revenge, Cas forced him to listen to Lady Gaga the whole way there, because as Dean had explained to him on one of their dates "Driver picks the music shotgun shuts his cakehole."

His parents' home lay on the outskirts of a sleepy New England town. Despite the anxiety plaguing his mind, Castiel couldn't help the warmth that suffused him at the thought of seeing his family. He didn't get the opportunity to see most of them as much as he would like. He had several nieces and nephews that he'd never seen in person. They were spread out across the US and the world. Only Anael and Gabriel lived close to Castiel.

"Are we almost there? We've been on this road for a while, and I haven't seen any houses" asked Dean, breaking Castiel's reverie. Cas gave a mental sigh. Bracing himself for Dean's reaction.

"We've been on my parent's property for the last fifteen minutes. The house should be visible shortly" answered Castiel.

As they rounded the bend, massive wrought iron gates emblazoned with an elaborate N finally came in to view. Cas observed Dean's jaw drop and his eyes widen. Most people had the same reaction when seeing the house for the first time. Michael and Lucifer had insisted upon building the immense estate for their mom and dad, the others went along with them.

The gates swung open silently and Castiel made his way around the circular drive. There were several cars already parked. He recognized Anna's Aston Martin DB9 Volante and Gabriel's Ferrari Enzo; the exotic cars mixed in amongst several BMW's, Mercedes, and Lexus's.

"So, I knew your family was well off…I guess seeing it makes it more real" said Dean.

Cas watched him take several deep breaths. He hated the anxiety that clouded his lover's beautiful jade eyes. As he looked on Dean's posture relaxed and he threw one of his devil may care smiles to Cas. "Well come on beautiful, let's meet the folks" said Dean.

Castiel's heart swelled, he knew Dean was putting on a brave face. Cas closed the distance between them and languidly kissed the blonde man. He allowed his tongue to slowly tangle with Dean's, carefully mapping out the warm cavern. His hands found sandy blonde locks. He pulled back only when Dean was flushed and breathless.

"Thanks babe" sighed Dean.

When they got out the car, Cas took Dean's hand in his. In Dean's other hand, he carried the gift he'd insisting on getting for Cas' father. The professor had no idea what it was. Before Cas could knock, the door was swung open. He was swept into an enthusiastic hug by his sister Serael. As per the norm a camera hung from her neck. His sister was an artist of some renown. She dabbled in many mediums, but her passion lay in photography.

"Oh Cassie my love, I missed you so much" she cried.

Cas pulled away from her embrace and introduced Dean. His lover soon found himself smothered in welcoming hug. Serael finally pulled back with a smile. Cas observed Dean taking in his sister's appearance. Her honey blonde hair was left to run in a wild tangle to her waist and was adorned with many colorful shells and beads. She wore a simple brown peasant top and skirt, this she paired with retina searing pink tights and bare feet. Her top showed that she too sported a pair of angel wings, though hers were smaller about the size of a finger.

"It's so good to finally meet you Dean, Gabe has had the whole family in an uproar ever since he met you" she gushed. Dean looked a little startled, but flashed his sister one of his killer smiles. "Well I hope I live up to everyone's expectations" he said.

"Well you've certainly lived up to mine; you really are a pretty thing. I'd love to photograph you sometime" continued Serael. Cas felt it best to intervene.

"He'll get back with you on that Sera, now what's new?" asked Cas.

"Eh, nothing much, I've been asked to guest lecture at Columbia this fall and I have a new exhibit opening at the Museum of Modern Art. Oh and I got married last week. His name's Derek he's a grad student. He's only twenty-three, but he's very mature for his age. He's getting his M.F.A." she chattered on, all the while leading them through the cavernous house. Castiel gave a mental sigh; this would be Serael's third marriage in five years. His sister had always been flighty and impulsive. At least thanks to Lucifer's team of lawyers none of her exes got a dime.

They passed groups of chattering kids ranging from about five years old to teenagers, most Cas recognized. There was Lucifer's daughter Lilith and Michael's daughter Hester, both blondes whispering quietly to each other. Then there was Judith, Lydia, Jacob, Solomon, David, and Magdalene (Lucifer's wife was very fertile) and also Frejya, Mattias, and Astrid (Michael was always trying to keep up with his twin). He was greeted with languid calls of "Hey Uncle Cas" as he passed by.

"Cassie you made it!" was all the warning Castiel received before he was once again engulfed in a welcoming embrace. This time it was several ladies that greeted him.

"Kali… Yuki…Eve…Talia…Elsa…it's wonderful to see you all again" he greeted his sisters-in–law. The ladies tittered when he introduced Dean. Within minutes Dean had charmed them all. Cas was just starting to relax when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"And just where have you been hiding little brother?" boomed a deep voice directly behind him.

Uriel….


And that's all for now. I had to cut it here because this chapter was getting much too just has too many relatives to introduce in one chapter. Don't worry abput the OC's they won't have a major part in the story. Hopefully Part2 will be out shortly…I make no promises. Remember reviews are love…