Hello people. Just little old me again. I'm not as happy as I usually am due to the fact my lovely computer decided to delete this chapter and I have therefore had to re-write it. So I hope you guys like.

On a happier note I would like to thank nerchick394, Valice and Mummabro for their reviews and thank those who have favoured and followed this story since my last update. I love you all.

Anyway enough from me lets go check in with Cas and Dean. Now are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin…

Disclaimer: still not mine. (I am trying to change that through the power of wishful thinking. So I'll let you know how I get on.)

It was a Friday evening and Cas and Dean where once again at his studio. (Just setting the scene for ya.) Dean had been spending almost every free minute he had there with him and now lying on the couch his back was killing him. Not that that really worried him but still it was somewhat annoying. And no it doesn't hurt from whatever reason you are all thinking you naughty people but because he had been lying on that damn couch to write and it really wasn't the best position to be in. he had started to fantasise about his spinning chair and desk. Not that he would say that to Cas. He couldn't move his studio to Dean's apartment just so Dean could be comfortable so he put it to the back of his mind. He would bear any pain if it meant being able to be with Cas. Castiel was the most important person in their relationship after all. (Oh Dean. That's sweet but stop being so damn shelf sacrificing okay?)

Castiel had noticed Dean's stiffness over the last few days as he got up from writing for hours on end and had decided to do something about it. He had come up with two options, one was something he could do immediately and the other would probably take some time…and a conversation with Ellen. He added as an afterthought. So going for option one he put down his brush and turned to Dean.

"Come with me." He said standing from his stool and making Deans eyebrows raise (there go the eyebrows again).

"Come with you where?" Dean asked though as he did so he turned off his laptop, making sure his file was saved. (Unlike mine. Damn computers, sorry little annoyed still.)

"To bed." Was all Cas replied walking towards his bedroom. Dean didn't need that repeating he jumped up and hurried to follow his lover into the room purposely not looking at the wall opposite the bed. He still found it somewhat unnerving to be in bed with Cas and see a painting of himself on the wall.

But when Dean turned to Cas, expecting him to be doing…well he wasn't sure what he expected but he knew what he didn't expect and that was for him to be lying a towel down on top of the covers.

"Umm Cas? What ya doin'?" He asked cautiously, wondering if he was about to find out that Cas had some kinky fetish or a liking for S&M or something. (Don't worry Dean. It's nothing like that I promise.)

"Preparing the bed." Cas replied, knowing full well what was going through Deans head and finding it highly entertaining.

"Okay. Preparing the bed for what exactly?" Dean asked warily, not moving any closer.

"To give you a massage Dean now take off your clothes and lie down while I go get the oils." Cas replied walking past Dean to the bathroom leaving him standing there speechless. (Again?) Why would Cas give him a massage? (Well I can think of a couple of reasons but truth be told he doesn't like seeing you in pain Dean-o.)

Castiel returned to see Dean hadn't moved from his position and was just standing there with his mouth open. Rolling his eyes as he set down the bottles of massage oil he turned to his man.

"Can't you take your clothes off Dean?" he said cheekily and then a gleam appeared in his eyes as he moved closer. "Hmmm, maybe I should help you. Would you like that Dean?" he asked his voice going husky as he slipped his hands under Dean's t-shirt and started to slowly move it upwards.

Dean's mind had gone from the shock of Cas suggesting he gave him a massage to the joy of having Cas' hands on his body. He could never get enough of that. (Oh I couldn't agree more Dean.) So he raised his arms and allowed Cas to undress him.

Once Cas had Dean naked he took him in with one look then turned away sighing slightly. He would have to enjoy that body later, for now he had a job to do. He had to be a boyfriend and help his lover remove his pain. With that thought he turned back to Dean and pointed at the towel on the bed.

"Lie down on your front." he said in such a commanding voice that Dean didn't twice about obeying making Cas smirk. Hmmm, if he'd known that was all it took to get Dean to do what he was told he would have tried it much earlier. (Naughty Cassie.)

Castiel then went and applied the oil to his hands rubbing them together to warm it slightly before applying them to Deans back.

Dean just lay there groaning in pleasure as Cas' artistic fingers set went to work on his muscles. Removing all the knots and kinks that had gathered from the past few days.

"Now Dean. Why did you not tell me you were in pain?" Castiel asked softly as he worked.

"Hmm, I didn't want to worry you." Dean replied with a lethargic tone.

"Is that the only reason?" Cas asked again, whispering into Deans ear. And when he didn't reply immediately he stopped moving his hands and waited patiently. Finally Dean gave in with a growl.

"It doesn't matter if I'm in pain Cas. You matter more." He muttered.

Castiel smiled and started to move his hands again while he thought over what Dean had just said. Hmmm, they needed to do something about this. (Good luck with that Cas.)

"Dean Winchester you matter as much to me as I do to you. So I would appreciate in future if you told me if there were any problems." Cas finally replied, trying to think of a way to make Dean agree.

"Sure Cas whatever you say." Dean replied humouring him making Cas frown down at the man's back. It was then a thought struck.

"You wouldn't want to see me in pain would you Dean?" he asked in his innocent voice but Dean was too relaxed to get alerted by it.

"No." he mumbled in reply.

"And if you did then you would do everything in your power to make it right again yes?" Castiel continued with the innocence, and Dean finally caught on.

"Yes?" He said very cautiously, what was Cas getting at?

"Well Dean when you are in pain but don't tell me it hurts me. So surely the simple way to remove my pain would be to tell me about yours don't you agree?" Cas said leaning down over Dean and whispering in his ear and then straightening with a smirk on his lips. He really didn't expect Dean to respond to that and so he wasn't disappointed when all he did was huff in displeasure.

Soon Dean went from relaxing under the pressure of Cas' fingers to falling asleep. Cas smiled when he heard the little snores coming from him. It was strange but he found the noise most enjoyable. Finishing Dean's massage and cleaning up he went back to his studio and collected his spare easel and a blank canvas before returning to the bedroom setting up a work station so he could see Deans face turned towards him. This was one painting that will be going into his private collection he though as he started to sketch out the angles of the naked sleeping man. (Are you sure you don't want to give me a copy Cas? Pretty please?)