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We sat on the grass until around four; when Annie started yawning we decided to get her home. We left her with Sam and me and Dean went to town.

I picked up cigarettes and lent against my car as I smoked one of them, Dean stood opposite me and watched.

"Why do you smoke?" he asked, I couldn't tell him why I couldn't tell him where I started either. So I simply shrugged and tried a general answer.

"Why not?" I told him as I exhaled.

"Well, the price, cancer, makes you smell of smoke."

"Okay, okay." I told him with a smile, holding my hand up to stop him. "I smoke because I'm addicted and well I like it."

"Fair enough." After I took a few more drags Dean asked something I didn't think he would. "Can I try it?" I didn't really want to hand the cigarette over, he shouldn't smoke. But who was I to tell him what to do. So I handed it over. He took a drag and almost instantly started coughing, he looked a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry happens to us all." I told him through the small laugh I tried to keep hidden. "But no, don't start."

"Okay." He assured me as he handed it back. I thought about it for a moment and I had to ask, but I didn't want to make a big thing of it, but I was interested.

"Do I really smell that bad?"

"No." he blurted out before continuing, and well rambling really. "You don't usually smell of smoke, really you don't. You smell good, real good." Dean stopped and looked a little flushed, he seemed to look around a little before speaking again. I simply watched it was adorable. "You hungry?"

"Yeah but I can't." I told him as I shook my head, I would love to get food and eat with Dean, I really would. Besides his eyes lit up when he mentioned food so I guessed he was hungry.

"Come on, my treat." He tried to persuade me into it.

"I would love too, believe me I would, but I have dinner at seven and my dad wont like it if I don't eat."

"Can't you just tell him you wont be back for dinner?" sounded easy doesn't it? If I tried that my dad would screw, he would accuse me of god knows what. At this moment I really did seem worth it to spend more time with Dean. Then again in the long term I would end up spending more time with this stunning, fucking gorgeous guy if I kept my father happy.

"Little hard considering I cook it." I joked, I hated saying no to him.

"Okay, do you mind if I get something. I'm starving."

"Not at all." I told him and he jogged across the road after giving me a wink that made my stomach knot. He came back holding a pie and plastic Spork. He stood less than metre from me. Gathered pie and whipped cream onto the spork and slowly put it in his mouth, and he didn't forget the pornographic moan, whether on purpose or not i still can't tell. God I swear I wanted to spin him around and pin him on my car. If I didn't have self control I would have popped a boner, well I did a little.

"Oh my good that's so good." He told him staring me straight in the eye, a lump formed in my throat and I knew it would be near impossible to speak. Dean took a few small steps towards, until we were almost chest to chest. "try it." He almost whispered. Dean fed me a piece of his pie. The moment seemed to last forever, our eyes locked.

"Wow." I said under my breath after I finish my mouthful. I couldn't believe we were so close.

"You like?" he asked speaking a little high pitched as he stepped away a few steps, I didn't like the new distance between us.

"That is truly disgusting." I told him, though it wasn't the answer he was looking for, but I really hated cherries.

"Well pie thinks you're disgusting too." He argued like a child, turning the pie away from me slightly, I had to laugh at that, especially at the little pout he did.

"Okay, I think you're a little too attached to that pie." I told him as I got into the car and he did too, he simply smirked and gave me a wink.

"Do you not like any pie?" he pushed, I didn't understand why it was important but I answered hoping it would please him.

"I just don't like cherry. I love apple pie." a huge grin appeared on his face, I loved that I caused it. Even though it was over something as trivial as pie.

"Awesome." I watched Dean finish his pie in silence I hoped he didn't think me creepy but he didn't say anything. When he had finish and put his rubbish in the bin he turned to me. "Come back to mine."

"Okay." I answered, now it was me with a huge smile, goofy huge, really. Though he didn't seem to mind in fact Dean smiled after my answer too. We drove back to Dean's, listening to Metalica on some radio station I had never heard of before Dean turn it on and pumped up the volume when I turned the key. We travelled in comfortable silence. I was desperately trying not to stare at Dean the entire way back to his, generally I succeeded but I did manage to sneak in a few side glances. Dean told me to park in the drive, and we entered the house and were greeted instantly by the smiling face of Nikki.

"Well you two really gave Annie a good time." He stood us and gave Dean a hug.

"Thanks Nikki." Dean replied as he gave his step-mom as hug.

"She kept ranting and raving over you Castiel." Huh? I thought, why?

"Me."

"Yeah, she's taken quite a shine to you." I never thought of myself as a child person, in fact babies tend to freak me out, they always seem to stare a me, like they hate me or something.

"Thank you." I told her out of shock, she smiled in response, I liked her.

"You staying for dinner love?" god I wanted too, really I did.

"Erm, no thank you, got to get back soon."

"Okay. Dinner at seven Dean."

"Thanks Nikki." Dean told his step-mother before she went into the garden.

"See you're a natural." Dean told me as he put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me towards him slightly. "Freeze." He suddenly said, I was very confused at this point.

"Excuse me." I asked as Dean turned from me and picked up his camera.

"I need to picture that. Do that face again." He instructed, I thought about for a second I think a smiled with half my mouth as I looked at the floor, but I wasn't too sure and didn't really know how to do it with the same emotion or whatever, but I may have over thought that moment.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Don't worry. But I'm in the mood now." My whole bleeding body flushed as a hundred thoughts and a thousand images flashed through my head, not one was appropriate for the straight boy I am.

"Excuse me." I asked I was very aware I was red and was holding my breath.

"To draw." Dean affirmed, thankful he didn't do any of the thoughts as I wouldn't be able to control my self, but was still ever so slightly disappointed, okay very disappointed. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all." And I really didn't, having Dean stare at me gave me goosebumps, plus it gave me the opportunity to stare at him without looking like a creep. We sat there for around ten minutes in silence, the concentration on Dean's face kept me entertained, it was adorable. What made it better was that we kept catching each others eye and when we did he smiled at me. God I love that smile.

"You doing anything tomorrow?" Dean asked and broke the pleasant light silence that had enveloped us.

"Not really, just church." I told him hoping maybe we could see each other again, though my dad is even more strict about my whereabouts on Sundays.

"You go to church?" Dean looked at me and asked, he sounded a little sceptical, I must have sounded like a geek or something.

"Oh yeah." I nervously answered.

"Me too." He told me and my heart fluttered a little, "I'll see you there."

"Looks that way." I told him with a smile trying my best not to seem excited about it. A moment later Dean stopped sketching and put pencil down.

"Hey, I just thought. Enough of this, you wanted to ride my bike right?" I didn't want to mention it in case he had changed his mind about letting me ride it but I was looking forward to having a go on it, so when he mentioned it I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

"Yeah."

"Cool come on." Dean said as he jumped up and dragged me out the front door by my hand, yes he was holding my hand, my heart was in my mouth, I was so distracted by this glorious contact between us I didn't even notice him picking up his helmet on the table near the front door.

Dean let go of my hand when we got to the curb at the front of the house, and therefore his bike. I hated the suddenly cold feeling it gave me. Instead soft warn electric skin pressed against mine there was the breeze blowing air onto my hand giving me a slightly sensation of pins and needles from the sudden change in temperature, I didn't like it. He made up for it by taking it upon himself to gently put the helmet on me himself, getting oh so very close, all I could do was stare at his lips.

He gave me the keys and wished me luck. I got onto the bike and so many memories flooded back to me. I really did miss my uncle, but he has been gone long enough for me to remember him and the good times without crying or it being too painful to think of him, which was good. I liked to think of him he made me feel normal, and loved.

I knew that apparently you never forget how to read a bike, I just hope the saying extends to motor bikes, well I was soon going to find out.

I road the bike up and down the street a few times, it was awesome, and I didn't crash which is a definite plus. I loved every second it. I stopped the bike where it was parked before, got off and took the helmet off, I just knew my hair was crazy even more obviously sex hair then before.

"How was it?" Dean asked, it was sweet he seemed to be excited for me.

"Brilliant." I huffed out, I was out of breath the adrenaline I got from that was crazy.

"That's it. That smile I want for my picture. I love your smile." he told me, and we sank into silence and when I looked at him I found he was already looking at me.

He retched up and ran his hand down the top of my head to my cheek, I think he was trying to flatten my hair, but as soon as he touched me, my heavy breathing basically stopped dead and my breath held in my lungs. I didn't even realise that I only started to breathe again when he had removed his hand. Thankful for my health the moment was over as quickly as it began, though at the time it seemed to go in slow motion and I could hear my heart beat in my ears. Though I wished it lasted longer, and it meant something else other than I needed a comb, at least I think that's what that was the motive behind it; intimate touching and gestures like that eluded me, it wasn't something I wasn't accustomed too, though if it gave me that feeling every time I was more than willing to learn.

I looked at the ground and gave him back his helmet and shuffled away from him slightly, needing for the sake of our friendship and my straightness to get a little distance from the boy I was getting very turned on by.

I caught Dean's eye again he looked a little hurt and a little confused through it was clear he was trying to hide both emotions, he opened his mouth to speak when the sound of loud music, not unlike the music Dean put on the radio earlier, cut through the scene.

I noticed that as soon as Dean heard the music he move at way from me a little, I followed his eyes to a car that was driving up the road.

"Who's that?" I asked, I knew from Dean's reaction he knew the person driving.

"My dad." He told me and suddenly I became anxious to be there, my mouth went dry and heart beat doubled in pace.

"Nice car." I commented wanting to change the subject. I wasn't sure of the make but I was a beautiful black classic car.

"It's awesome isn't it. I love that impala. He's been promising to give it to me when I graduate. Can't wait." He commented as Dean's dad got out of his car and came towards us.

"Why can't I park in my drive?" His voice was deep and I felt very small at that moment, first impressions- I didn't like him. But who was I to talk of first impressions, when I first meet people I'm a painfully shy awkward insignificant geek.

"Hi dad, sorry," Dean began, I knew enough about Dean to know that he would say it was his fault and take the blame even though it wasn't his fault, it was me that drove the car so I interrupted him.

"Sorry sir it's my fault, I'll move it." I told the man before turning planning on walking to my car fast, I kinda wanted to make my excuses to leave.

"Thank you." He told me, eyes soften a little. I guess he appreciated manners. "What's your name?" he asked, making me turn and answer him.

"Castiel."

"Good to meet you Castiel. I'm John" I took his lead and shook his hand in this very formal introduction. "But I think its time for you to go home, I would like to spend some time with my family." Fair enough I thought, Dean did tell me he worked away; I guess he hasn't seen his family in a while. Of course he should spend time with them, I was glad to see a dad that wanted too.

"Sure." I told him with a smile before, catching Dean's eye then turning and walking towards my car. Dean caught me up he seemed a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry Cas." There was nothing to be sorry for I thought, but I was touched he apologised anyway.

"No, no it's good he wants to spend time with you." I assured him with a smile, I was happy that he smiled back, that god damn smile will never get old.

"Castiel." Dean's father called, I turned having no idea what he was going to say. "Nice car." I smiled and nodded in thanks.

"You too." I replied, his car was awesome. I got into my car and after Dean and I said our goodbyes, I pulled out of the drive and went home, having a sneaky cigarette on the way.

I got home around six, which meant I had time to cook dinner in time for the pre-arranged time of seven. My father was in the same position as he was when I left, which I actually found rather impressive.

We said our hellos before I went into the kitchen, cooked dinner. We ate in silence before I retreated to my room, I did my history homework and watched some junk TV before going to bed, the events of the day still in the front of my mind. For the first time in a long time; I went to bed happy, with a smile on my face.

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