Half of this chapter was written on my spanking brand new laptop so if there are any typos it's my fault bacause the keys are spaced out a little different.

That being said, it's so shiny and it's such fun going exploring and "Duuuuuuuuuuu, where's the save button?" Yes, I have many fun days ahead of me.

CHAPTER 21

School started again and soon Dean was burried in essays, math problems and the more enjoyable gym lessons. He worked hard on his school work, he worked hard at Bobby's and he worked hard at getting together with Cas as much as possible. They regularly met up with Frank and the others at the park and Sam came too; he was getting quite good at skateboarding. John was beginning to get used to Cas and he never said anything to try to convince Dean he shouldn't be with him. He had run into Cas' father in town one day and had had an enjoyable chat with him. He liked him because he seemed like a sensible man and he had to admit that like any other parent, Paul just wanted his son to be happy.

During the first week of school, Dean noticed a group of students staring at him during lunch. He was sitting with Stan and Ariana in the caffeteria and did his best to ignore them. He was sure it was because he had kissed Cas that evening. He didn't care. In six months school would be finished anyway. He quickly figured out who didn't care and who obviously had something against his sexuality and he did his best to stay clear of the latter. But he still had to put up with a few shouts and noises that were probably supposed to sound like kissing. He just smiled sarcastically and ignored it and by the beginning of February it had died down.

In the middle of January he went to Bobby's as usual.

"Could you change the tyres on the white Mini?" Bobby asked him, giving him a thorough look.

"Sure," Dean said, looking back.

Bobby, turned around and continued with his paparwork and Dean went out to the Mini. Later, when Bobby was working on an engine, Dean went over to have a look at what he was doing. Bobby gave him another look and Dean had to ask what was wrong.

"Nothing," Bobby said lightly and went back to working on the engine. After a moment he said: "I had an uncle who swung that way."

"And what way would that be?" Dean asked, realizing that somehow Bobby had heard about him and Cas.

Bobby made an excusing sound. "Uh, no way."

Dean didn't ask anything else but before he left for the day he couldn't help asking if Bobby would still take him on.

"Sure. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you have obviously heard I kissed a guy and some people don't like that...so maybe you would rather not have me working here."

"Oh, no. I do. I don't mind. Like I said, I had an uncle who...uh."

"Swung that way?"

"Right!" After a moment he said: "I just wouldn' thave thought that of you. You seem quite..er...manly."

Dean laughed. "Right, thanks Bobby."

He went home laughing to himself. He was surprised it all went so smoothly. After the way his father had reacted, he had almost expected the whole town to throw stones at him or something. But even though Bobby had said he was cool with it he stil couldn't help sometimes looking at Dean like he didn't quite believe it. In his experience, gay men were very feminine and you could always spot them from miles away.

In the middle of February, Dean asked Cas if he had sent all his university applications. They were on Cas' bed, just relaxing, Cas' head resting on Dean's legs and Dean playing with Cas' hair.

"Sure. I did that over a week ago."

"So, which ones did you chose?"

Cas thought for a moment. "I'm not going to tell you."

"What? Why not?"

"Becuase I know you. You'll go home and look at the map, obsessing over how far away it's possible I'll be and wondering how long it'll take to get there and how often we can see each other."

Dean sighed. He was right.

"Just promise you'll tell me right away when you know where you're going."

"Sure."

Cas had decided to go for some business classes. He would have several options once he'd finished and didn't have to decide on one type of career right away. His parents would like to see him in banking but he wasn't sure it was for him. One night, when Dean and Cas had gone to bed, Dean had said he couldn't imagine Cas in a suit all day. He was always wearing t-shirts, hoodies and cargos. Cas thought for a while.

"Yeah, I guess I'll have to get a whole new wardrobe," he said.

"And it won't be cheap," Dean said. "Maybe you should start buying it now. We can go to town next week and have a look."

Cas looked at him and squinted. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, no. I'll help you. You put the suit on and I'll tell you if it looks good." Dean hadn't been able to keep a smile from his face and Cas knew he was kidding.

"You just want to dress me up like a doll," Cas said and tickled Dean, who laughed.

"I just find the thought of you in a tight suit interesting, that's all."

"Really?" Cas said, and Dean could tell he didn't quite believe him.

A week later, when Dean arrived at Cas' a Saturday afternoon when they had the house to themselves until Sunday evening, Cas opened the door wearing a black suit, white shirt and dark purple tie. Dean just stared at him because he looked damn good. The suit showed the curves of his body perfectly. Cas smiled at him and pulled him inside.

"So, I take it you like my suit," Cas said.

"Oh, yeah...I like it," Dean said and pulled him in close for a kiss.

"It's actually a couple of years old," Cas said, when Dean finally let him go. "I got it for my parents 20th anniversary.

"And it still fits? You were either very big for your age back then or you're very small for your age now."

Cas just glared at him. "I didn't know you were bothered by my size."

"I'm not, trust me," Dean said with a telling smile and Cas had to forgive him instantly.

After a quiet evening the boys went to get ready for bed and Dean felt the familiar tingle in his stomach when he saw Cas in the white pyjama bottoms he had worn the first time Dean had stayed the night. They were of a thin fabric and Dean knew he wasn't wearing anything underneath. That was really all it took to get him in the mood.

He managed to get Cas on the bed quite quickly, but before he knew it he was pinned under him and Cas was straddling him.

"I went to town today after school," Cas said.

"Oh, for what?"

"Well, I've been thinking a lot about New Year's Eve..."

Dean's stomach jumped at the memory.

"And I thought I wanted to get something you might like..."

Dean couldn't think what it might be.

Cas reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. He pulled out something and held it up in front of Dean, who just stared at it for moment and then laughed in disbelief. It was a pair of handcuffs with pink fluff on them.

"Handcuffs? Why on earth would you think I would like them?"

"Because you seemed to like spanking. I just assumed you were exploring your sexuality and thought a bit of bondage could be on the agenda next."

Dean laughed. "I really don't know what to say."

"Say yes. You know I'll unlock them if you ask me."

"You want me to wear them?"

"Sure. I think it's my turn to be in charge, don't you?"

"I don't believe this."

"I promise I'll wear them another time."

Dean thought for a moment. It was clearly bait, but would it be so bad if he allowed Cas to tie him up just this once? And if Cas was going to wear them as well, then... Dean could get on board with that.

"Alright," he said.

Cas' face lit up in a smile. "Of course, if I wear these as well then I get to try spanking too."

Dean made a strange sound as the first cuff was fastened around his right wrist.

"You what?" he said.

Cas threaded the other cuff through the headboard.

"I get to spank you. It's only fair," he said and closed the other cuff around Dean's left wrist.

Dean made a nervous facial expression.

"Don't worry," Cas said. "You'll love it, and I promise I'll save it for another time. There's no reason to mix things up before you know what you like."

When he saw Dean's face, he smiled and leaned down to kiss him reassuringly. "Dean, don't worry. You know I'll stop if you ask me," he said.

Dean just nodded. It was his own fault, really. He was the one who started this whole thing and he didn't even ask permission. He just assumed Cas would like it.

As it turned out, Dean could probably get used to the cuffs, but he couldn't touch Cas at all, and that was a little unsatisfactory. He liked to run his fingers through Cas' hair when he gave Dean a blow job. And he liked to be able to pull him close when he wanted. He couldn't do any of those things now.

After a lot of touching, licking and tickling, Cas had straddled Dean again and had lowered himself onto Dean. He had been in complete control but Dean had at least been able to move his hips up and Cas had become very noisy when Dean had begun to thrust upwards. Dean had a feeling this particular position in combination with the cuffs wouldn't be one of Cas' favourites either.