Hey Everyone! Sorry It's been so long since I last updated, but here is a super long chapter to make up for it! Enjoy!

Dean lets out a soft sigh as he straightens his back, wiping his arm across his forehead to wipe away the sweat dripping off his brow; after two weeks and about twelve days more than expected, Dean had finally fixed Castiel's car. It had taken him much longer than he had expected to fix the vehicle, but there were so many things wrong with the car that the moment Dean had fixed one component, another one broke and he had to go back and fix them both so they could run smoothly together. The car had become Dean's obsession and project; from the moment he clocked into work to the moment he clocked out, Dean spent working on that car, and only that car. Now that Dean was finished with it, he felt a surge of pride sweep over his entire body as he looked upon the gleaming, fixed car. He had taken a little bit of time to get the car washed and waxed, to the point that it shined in the sunlight; Dean can't hold back the smile that is producing on his face.

"Wow boy, you fixed that car up real good."

Dean turned to see Bobby leaning on the wall just outside his side of the garage. Dean beamed when he heard Bobby's compliment. "Thanks Bobby, I did my best. She's a beauty, ain't she?"

"That she is. Now that you finished her, do you think you can another project? I didn't hire ya for nothing."

Dean laughed and nodded his head. "Sure Bobby, let me just park this out front and make a quick phone call. I have to call the owner to let them know their car is finally ready."

"Make it quick. We have work to do. Idjit."

The last sentence was uttered under Bobby's breath, just loud enough for to Dean to hear it as he turned and walked back over to his side of the garage to continue the car he was working on. Dean let out a laugh and climbed inside the car, quickly turning it on and feeling another rush of pride when the engine purred underneath the key turning it on. He put the car in drive and drove it out front and parked it, turning the engine off and heading inside the office where the phone was held; Bobby made only one rule to work in his garage: no cell phones. He claimed they distracted his workers, so if it wasn't Sam calling him, Dean had to use the office phone. Now of course, Dean only followed this rule every now and then. He made exceptions to text Castiel, or making a quick phone call to his boyfriend when Bobby was engrossed in his work and wasn't paying attention.

It seemed Bobby was right.

Dean put the office phone to his ear and smiled as he waited for Castiel to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Cas? Hey baby, it's me."

"Dean! What's up hot stuff?"

Dean blushed lightly and let out a shy laugh.

"Nothing, I was just calling to let you know that I fixed your car."

"You fixed it? All of it?"

"Of course. It runs just like a new car; the engine practically purrs."

A laugh of relief filled Dean's ear and Dean couldn't help but smile, tugging his lip with his gently as he heard the sound. "No way! You did all that for me?"

"Of course. She became my obsession. I'm kinda sad I don't have anything to tinker on anymore."

Castiel laughed again. "Well, I'm so grateful to you. How much will I owe?"

"I'm only going to charge about $350. It should be way more than that, but if you cook me dinner tonight, I'm sure you can make up the difference for it."

Dean smirked, his voice high and flirty. Castiel let out a soft chuckle (which Dean thought was super sexy, but he was never going to admit it). "Sounds like a deal to me. How does Eight sound?"

"Eight is perfect."

"My place or yours?"

"Can we do mine? Sam has been begging me to let him have a sleep over with Gabe, and since it's a Friday, I don't see anything wrong with it. I'll call Lucifer, of course."

"You don't have to do that Dean."

Castiel's voice dropped an octave, causing a smaller shiver to run up Dean's spine.

"I'll take care of it."

Dean had to swallow hard, biting his lip slightly harder. "Okay." He responded, his voice breaking a little.

"I have to go now, there's customers here, but I'll see you tonight alright? I'll grab my car when I get off work."

"Want me to just drop it off?"

"If you'd wish. I can just get it when I'm off."

"Okay. I'll see you tonight."

"Tonight."

Dean pulled the phone away from his ear and put it back down on the receiver, ending the call. He smiled softly, feeling a dark flush cover his cheeks and neck at the thought of Castiel coming over that night. He let out a soft sigh of happiness, his smile still present on his face as he exited the air conditioned office out to the warm garage, the smell of motor oil and sweat bringing an even bigger smile on his face.

"Dean?"

Dean turned at the sound of his name and his smile dropped, the happiness that had been filling his chest and body crashing down to Dean's feet and panic taking its place instead.

"Dad."

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Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly in his hands as he drove Sam home from school. Sam kept chattering about something, but Dean couldn't focus on Sam's words. Thoughts kept swirling in his mind, panic causing him to grip the steering wheel even tighter until his knuckles turned white, anger making itself present in-

"Dean? Is something wrong?"

Dean snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Sam's concerned voice. He looked up in the rear view mirror and saw the concern on Sam's face. "What?"

"I asked if something was wrong."

"No, why would you think that?"

"You're just being really quiet."

Dean let out an awkward laugh. "No, I'm sorry for worrying you buddy. Anyways, what were you saying?"

Sam smiled, obviously not affected by Dean's strange behavior. "I was just saying how much I like Gabriel. He's so cool! I really like hanging out with him."

"How would you like to have a sleep over with him?"

Sam's face brightened with excitement, and the look made Dean smile, feeling happy that he could bring this kind of happiness into his brother's life. "I'd love to!"

"Good, because you're going to, tonight. You're gonna go over to his house."

Sam started bouncing up and down, obviously excited. The two pull into the driveway of their apartment and Sam is out the door before Dean could turn off the car completely. Dean let out a small laugh, happy that his brother was happy; he had managed to push back the panic of their father to the back of his mind, wanting to just enjoy what was to come tonight. Dean turned off the car and ventured upstairs to their apartment, and when he came inside Sam was throwing clothes into a small suitcase, a pile of toys by the foot of his bed. "Need some help bud?" Dean questioned, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame. Sam looked up and smiled widely.

"No, I'm okay!"

Dean smiled. "Okay, well I'm going to take a shower, when I get out we'll head over to Gabe's house okay?"

"Okay!"

Dean pushed off the door and went into the bathroom, quickly stripping as he waited for the water to warm. Once it was his desired temperature, he climbed inside and closed his eyes as the warm water hit his skin. He quickly washed the oil and dirt off his hands, feeling his own excitement creep its way into him. After a few minutes, Dean turned off the water and climbed out of the bath tub, wrapping a towel around his waist and heading over to his bedroom to get dressed.

x.x.x

"Hey Sam! Come on inside!"

Gabriel greeted when he opened the door, a large smile on his face. Sam picked up his suitcase and turned to Dean, a shy smile on his face. "Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow, okay Dean?" Dean smiled and knelled down so he was at Sam's height. "Okay buddy, I'll see you then. You call me if you need me, okay? Your first sleepover; you behave, okay?"

Sam nodded and gave Dean a hug. "I love you." He whispered in Dean's ear, making Dean squeeze him tighter. "I love you too bud." He whispered back, kissing Sam's forehead before letting him go and standing up. Sam grinned and bounded inside the house, soon disappearing as he followed Gabriel. Castiel soon came up with a smile on his face, and Dean's heart melted when he saw him.

Castiel was wearing dark blue jeans, a black button up shirt with the top button unbuttoned so Dean could see a bit of chest, and burgundy red vans. His hair was messed as though had been running their fingers through his dark locks for hours as he pleased them beyond belief, and his bright blue eyes held nothing but love as they stared at Dean.

"Ready to go?"

Castiel asked, breaking Dean from his stare. Dean flushed in embarrassment and nodded. Castiel smirked at Dean's flush and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Dean's lips. "There's more tonight." He whispered, staring intensely into Dean's eyes, making him gulp.

"Well, then let's go."

x.x.x

TRIGGER WARNING: Dean tells a story about rape. If you don't want to read it, please don't! But also, there is smut in this last part :3 Please be nice, it's my first time publishing smut, so please enjoy! (this scene just needed it, in my opinion)

Dean unlocked the door to his apartment and was surprised when he saw how dark it was. He must have forgotten to leave a light on. "Sorry it's so dark in here-" Dean was cut off when Castiel kissed him gently, his hands on Dean's waist. Dean melted into the kiss and gripped Castiel's shirt in his hands.

"Bedroom."

Castiel said softly, once he pulled away, and Dean could only nod and lead him to his bedroom. He opened the door and allowed Castiel to lead him to his bed, pushing him down gently and climbing on top of Dean's lap, kissing Dean's neck.

"Wait,"

Dean said softly, feeling a bit of fear creep over his face. "What is it?" Castiel breathed, still kissing Dean's neck as his hands slid underneath Dean's forest green t shirt, his hands cold against Dean's hot skin.

"Cas, wait."

Dean repeated, his voice breaking. The slight fear was growing stronger until Dean's face burned with the feeling and tears sprang to his eyes. "It's okay baby, I got this." Castiel mouthed, his hands traveling up Dean's back.

"Cas."

Dean whispered, but the word halted Castiel's movements immediately when he could hear the quiet sob in his name. Castiel pulled away and saw tears falling down Dean's cheeks. Castiel immediately pulled away from Dean, horror set on his face. "Oh god, Dean, I am so sorry." Dean sat up and sniffed quietly. "No, no it's fine, I'm sorry."

"If you don't want to, I totally understand-"

"NO!" Dean cried, feeling a fresh sob come from his chest. He covered his face with his hand and tried to catch his breath. "No, it's not that I don't want to " The two men were quiet as Dean tried to catch his breath, feeling comfort in the hand Castiel had placed on his knee.

"Maybe I should go."

"No, please stay. I'll explain." Dean sat on the edge of the bed, forcing Castiel to do the same. Dean took a deep breath, trying to find some sort of courage inside of him.

"A year ago, I was living in Texas with my little brother, as you know. I was a sophomore in high school, and I was being stupid. I was gay, but htere were hardly any other gay people around and I was getting bullied for it at my old school. I had this teacher, Mr. Smith; he was my english teacher. Anywyas, he was gay too, and so I spent everyday with him; I thought he was my friend. Well, I developed a crush on him, as I'm sure happens to every student who spends quality time with a teacher, an attractive one at that."

Dean paused, letting out a shaky laugh.

"Anyways, one day, I had stayed after school because I was failing my English class, and Mr. Smith had said he had something for me that could make up my grade."

Dean's paused again as he felt more tears come forward, but he wanted to continue. He wanted to get this out.

"He pushed me against a desk and kissed me hard, his hands were up my shirt and he kept gently biting my lip. I felt scared, so I told him to stop, but he wouldn't. He forced my pants down and turned me around and-"

Dean broke off, sobbing into his hands as the memory came back into mind. He remembered the pain of it, how his mind went blank and he couldn't call for help, how his hair was being pulled in pain as Mr. Smith took him.

"H-he raped me, Cas. When he was finished he kissed my forehead and then just left. I just pulled on my clothes and cried in the corner. I felt so ashamed, so broken. Hell, I still feel that way. I'm worthless, I should have stopped him, I should have called for help, I shouldn't have-"

Dean broke off once more as he sobbed. Castiel reached out and pulled Dean close to him, allowing Dean to sob in his chest. Castiel knew that he should be comforting Dean, but the only thing Castiel could feel was anger and hatred. How dare this teacher take Dean like that? How DARE he make Dean feel worthless?

"Shhh, Dean, it's okay. You are loved. I love you."

"Y-yeah right. I'm d-dirty."

Dean muffled, clutching Castiel's shirt. Castiel forced Dean to look at him. "Don't you ever say that again. You are not dirty. You are perfect in every way Dean. I love you."

Castiel kissed Dean's forehead. "I love you." He whispered.

He kissed Dean's eyelids. "I love you."

Next his chin. "I love you."

Next his nose. "I love you."

Castiel leaned in close to Dean's lips, almost touching, but not quite. "I love you. May I kiss you?"

Castiel could feel every shuddering breath Dean took and exhaled, feeling Dean nod slowly in both of Castiel's hands. Castiel joined their lips together softly, clutching Dean's head as they kissed. After a few moments, Castiel traced his tongue over Dean's lips, silently asking for permission. Dean opened his mouth and Castiel slid his tongue inside , a heated battle for dominance soon ensuring between the both of them as he did so. Dean let out a quiet whimper, but he didn't pull away.

Castiel pulled away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva following his movements. "May I take your shirt off Dean?"

"Yes." Dean answered quietly, his tears still falling from his eyes, but they were much slower this time. Castiel started at the base of Dean's shirt and slowly pulled it off, Dean lifting his arms to help. Castiel let out a soft groan of want when he saw Dean's chiseled chest. "May I kiss your chest?" He asked, tugging his lips between his teeth. Dean blushed gently, but nodded his approval.

Castiel began at the collar bones, sucking a soft kiss at the skin while gently pushing Dean back onto the bed so he was laying down. Castiel gently teethed at Dean's collar bones, taking notice when Dean let out a soft moan of pleasure. Castiel slowly made his way down Dean's chest, taking each of Dean's nipples into his mouth and giving each of them enough love, smiling when Dean writhed beneath him.

"Castiel, don't. I'm disgusting."

Castiel gently bit Dean's nipple, causing Dean to let out a quiet yelp. "Don't ever say that Dean. You are not disgusting, you are so beautiful, and I love you."

Castiel slid his tongue over where he bit Dean to sooth the pain, before mouthing kisses down to Dean's V line, just above his pant's waistline. "Cas, wait. Can... Can I take your shirt off?" Dean asked shyly, covering his face in embarrassment. Castiel smiled. "Sure Dean." Dean sat up and started unbuttoning Castiel's shirt, his hands shaking gently. Once Dean had unbuttoned all the buttons, he gently slid the shirt off of Castiel's shoulders and threw the shirt somewhere in the corner. "Wow," He whispered. "You're beautiful." Castiel smiled and took Dean's hand and placed it over his heart. Dean's eyes widened when he felt how strong and fast Castiel's heart was beating.

"Do you feel that Dean? My heart is beating so hard because you're touching me. Because you're allowing me to touch you. Because I love you."

Dean blushed deeply, closing his eyes as he leaned forward and kissed Castiel gently, surprising Castiel. Castiel used this kiss to push Dean back against the bed gently. "Can I take your pants off?" He asked quietly, kissing Dean's nose. Dean nodded and Castiel removed Dean's jeans, throwing them so they wouldn't be in the way. Castiel gently removed Dean's underwear as well once he got the nod of consent from Dean. Castiel smiled when he saw Dean's member, letting his breath ghost over the exposed organ. Dean let out a moan of pleasure.

"Cas, stop teasing me."

Dean mutters quietly, his voice muffled by his arm over his face. Castiel laughed gently and pressed a light kiss to it, making Dean twitch. "Is it okay if I continue this?" He whispered, waiting for Dean's response. Dean nodded, and Castiel smirked. Castiel took the whole thing in his mouth, closing his eyes when he reached the base of it, trying not to gag as it hit the back of Castiel's throat. Dean let out a soft gasp and he gripped his bed sheets in his hand as Castiel bobbed his head on his member. Dean let out a quiet pant, his legs tensing up as Castiel swirled his tongue on the head, then dragging his teeth gently as he took back into his mouth. Dean let out a quiet whimper, pleasure filling every crevice of Dean's mind.

"Cas," He moaned, breathless. "Cas, I'm close." Castiel took Dean out of his mouth with a small pop! and he licked his lips, smirking when he saw Dean's chest rising and falling quickly. "Who loves you Dean?" Castiel breathes, making his way back up to Dean. Dean whispers something, but Castiel couldn't quite understand it. "What did you say?" He teases gently.

"You."

Dean says louder, his face bright red. "Who is perfect in every way?" Castiel asks, removing Dean's arm over his face. "Me." Dean answers, his answer ending with a high moan as Castiel rubs his covered member between Dean's thighs. "That's right." Castiel replies, joining their lips together. As they kiss, Dean unbuttons Castiel's pants and removes them with his underwear. Castiel smirks during their kiss.

"Impatient, are we?"

Dean smiles. "I need you. I want you." Castiel smiled and pressed their foreheads together. "Okay. I brought some lube, it's in my jean pocket." He whispers, his voice filled with love. Dean nods in response and Castiel quickly gets up, finding his jeans in the dark and taking out the small bottle of lube and a condom. He comes back over to the bed and pours some lube onto his fingers, warming it before looking back to Dean.

"Are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to today."

"I want to Cas. I want you." Castiel smiles. "Okay, but tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" Dean nods in agreement and Castiel sets to work. He traces one finger around Dean's hole, hearing the sharp intake of air. Dean covers his face with his hand again, embarrassed by his blush. Castiel slowly enters the first finger and waits for Dean to get used to it before entering swirling it around and attempting to put another one in. He pours some more lube over his finger before sliding the second one in, waiting a moment before scissoring his fingers gently, widening Dean. Dean needed lots of prep if he was going to take Castiel, because Castiel was pretty well endowed; once Dean's breaths of pain were replaced with moans of pleasure, Castiel inserted a third finger.

"Does it hurt?" Castiel asked quietly.

"No, it just feels strange." Dean answers, his voice quiet.

Once Castiel was able to widen all three fingers without Dean moving in any way of pain, he knew Dean was ready. "I'm going to enter you now Dean, is that okay?" Dean nodded. "Yeah; I'm ready."

Castiel pulled the condom on and positioned himself at Dean's entrance. Castiel enlaced his fingers with the hand that was covering Dean's face as he slowly began to enter Dean, having to bite back a moan of pleasure as he did so. Dean took a sharp intake of air, closing his eyes.

"Look at me."

Castiel quietly requested, and Dean opened his eyes slowly to see Castiel staring intensely at his face. "I love you Dean. I know we have only been together for a few weeks, but I feel this deep connection with you. I know I was meant to meet you, and I know you were meant to meet me. I know we're soul mates; the moment I first saw you I knew. I knew that I was meant to be with you. I love you Dean, from the bottom of my heart, I love you." Dean swallowed deeply, feeling tears well up in his eyes again.

"I'm going to start moving now, okay?"

Dean nodded, at a lost for words. He felt so incredibly lucky that this person, this beautiful man wanted to be with him, wanted to love him, wanted to belong to him, a broken man. Castiel started slowly at first, but after a few slow thrusts, he began to pick up speed. Dean tightened their laced fingers, letting out a quiet moan of pleasure as Castiel entered him. Soon Castiel found that one special spot, and had Dean melting onto the bed.

"Oh god, Cas!"

Dean shouts, letting their hands go so he could run his fingers through Castiel's hair; he feels another intense wave of pleasure run through his body, causing him to grip Castiel's hair, making Castiel moan loudly. "Oh god, Castiel, I love you, I love you so god damn much, fuck, I love you, I love you, oh my god-" Dean mutters over and over again, cutting himself off to kiss Castiel harshly, their tongues battling for dominance.

"Oh fuck, Cas I'm close, I'm so close, oh baby, I love you, I love you, oh god!"

Dean gasps as Castiel thrusts even harder, hitting Dean's G spot every time. Castiel suddenly bites down on Dean's shoulder, but Dean doesn't notice the pain as he continues to grip Castiel's hair.

"I'm cumming!"

Dean yells as he cums; Castiel lets out a soft grunt and a final thrust before stilling, breathing deeply into Dean's shoulder. Castiel soon collapses onto Dean, the two letting out quiet pants before Castiel looks up at Dean and smiles softly.

"So you love me huh?"