Author's note: What? Another mid week update? Oh, well...

Watching Mike interact with Sam and Cas and Jack and help with research and cooking and cleaning made Dean's heart thud louder, this warm feeling to spread inside making him a grinning doofus.

They had a potential lead, something that just might, perhaps, maybe, defuse God's power. Not kill him, not bind his power, but defuse it, whatever the hell that meant. All he knew was that it involved some sort of a bomb, maybe even a soul bomb like the one meant to take down Amara. Maybe. Probably.

So they all dove into the research, Dean hating it, like always, but with Mike helping out, it made it bearable. He was there, sitting opposite, skimming through yet another book of lore, sending Dean sharp glares whenever the hunter started playing footsie. The expression on his face was just so adorable. Every once in a while, he would get up and walk to the shelf to get another book or towards the kitchen to get them refreshments and Dean would get a nice view of that perfect ass. Oh, how he wanted to grab it and feel it in his hands, knead those perfect round globes, squeeze them and draw those hips closer to his own.

As much as it was about the physical attraction, Dean also wanted to make a deeper connection, to enjoy someone and be enjoyed by someone. To touch and to be touched. To love and be loved. Those thoughts were scary as hell, especially now, now that the world was ending. He had so much more to loose now.

But maybe it was the fact the world was ending that made him a bit more open to such connections, a bit more braver to allow himself to have these feelings.

That night Mike made chicken breasts with garlic sauce and mash potatoes, a meal to die for. He kept blushing as everyone praised the meal, even Cas, who could only taste the molecules. And Dean? Dean was gleaming with pride and grinning with joy. Because that was his man right there. Adorable and unable to take a compliment, shy and so awesome, Dean couldn't refrain from touching him. A hand over his, a brush of fingers, his hand on Mike's thigh... It was when those touches escalated into kisses that Sam finally had to break it of. But he was right. Dean was getting to handsy, even Mike tried to make him slow down.

When Mike started on the dishes, it was Sam who shooed him away, saying Mike made the meal and they would do the cleaning, that it was Mike's turn to relax. Cas was the one who assured him they had everything covered and that Mike should go and rest for the night. And as much as Dean wanted to follow, he knew he had to stay behind and help the guys. It was only fair.

The old Dean, he would have expected more questions about Mike, maybe even one of the guys saying he didn't like it, the way Dean was getting to attached too soon. The old Dean would have carried that distrust and then he would have projected it onto what Sam and Cas might have said. He would have gotten defensive and angry. But not this Dean.

This Dean was well aware how deep he was with the guy and all he got in return were some wide smiles from his entire family, a clear sign of acceptance.

With a bounce to his step, Dean retreated to his bedroom, a bit excited about spending yet another night tangled around Mike. And sure, the sex was mind-blowing, but he didn't need to push it, he felt content with just being with the man. That was the reason he didn't wake Mike when he found him asleep, but rather stripped and crawled next to him, spooning the man. Little spoon, big spoon, it didn't matter. They both yearned affection, yearned the other one's touch, so any way - it was good. It was awesome.

They woke up really early, smiling at one another. Sam was out on his morning run, Cas and Jack preparing for another day of research gathering books in the library, so Dean dragged Mike to the showers, kissing his the entire way there.

They soaped each other up, the touches soft and kind, hands caressing each patch of skin. The feel of Mike's hands on him, the way they would leave a trail of tingles on his skin everywhere they went was... Blissful. Surprisingly, it was those hands that reached towards the private parts first. Mike's, not Dean's. Hands, that is.

Having that soaped up hand glide over his cock made it go from semi to full hardness, Dean finally ceasing trying to control his arousal. The way Mike cupped it, sliding down, his fingers coming into contact with his balls made Dean moan like a dirty whore he was, eager for the man's touch. He threw his head back, eyes falling closed and he missed the moment when Mike stepped closer, but could feel the man's warm breath on his skin before his lips started planting small kisses along his collarbone. It was... Unimaginable.

Mike kept on his slow ministrations, making Dean sway and loose all though, just feeling, until it occured to him he should be reciprocating. But when he reached to grasp Mike's dick, the man grabbed his wrist, drew himself closer and set Dean's hand on his ass cheek.

Oh, so that's how he wanted to play?

It was easy, slippery, circling around the rim, relaxing the muscle before dipping the tip of his finger inside. Mike moaned so beautifully for him, but Dean just had to go and swallow that sound, kissing the man with as much 'want' as he could muster. Because, he really, really wanted.

Yet a part of him didn't want to rush things, always telling him there is time, they would get there.

And besides, this was all brand new to Mike, Dean was his first. He really should take it slow. Too bad Mike had other plans.

Probably feeling too frustrated over Dean's torturous slow pace, Mike broke the kiss, grazing Dean's lower lip with his teeth and pulling it out, before whipping around. Dean's hand that was on the man's ass, ended up on his dick, and Dean's found himself being pulled closer by Mike grabbing his ass. Dean's cock slid up the man's crack, making the hunter moan at the sweet sweet friction, groaning after Mike rocked forward and making it slip down.

It bobbed, the timing somehow perfect for Mike to catch the beast between his thighs, letting it graze over his perineum and bump into the back of the man's balls. Fuck, that felt unbelievable. Must have been just as good for Mike, because the man moaned loudly again, throwing his head back on Dean's shoulder and Dean could feel the man's dick pulsing in his hand.

So he kept at it. Sliding his cock between Mike's thighs while stroking him in the same rhythm, feeling Mike's breath accelerate.

"Tonight. I will take you tonight. I promise. We can't... Not in the shower... I want to make it good, really good." Dean whispered into his ear as he picked up the pace, stroking Mike in time with his own thrusts. His hips kept hitting the man's ass, his cock sliding and hitting Mike's balls, the water and soap making it all so slippery. Dean's other hand started roaming over Mike's chest, every once in a while brushing over his nipple, making him gasp.

"You... Fuck... You're so beautiful like this..." Dean whispered breathless into his ear, and heard Mike whine, his breath sounding a lot like the beginning of Dean's name.

Feeling that dick expand and pulse and shoot rope after rope of sperm all over the shower wall did Dean in, and he came hard, came all over the man's balls and legs, holding onto him tightly.

They kissed after they got down from their high, and cleaned each other up, the touches still sweet and good. Just before they exited the bathroom, Dean turned, kissed Mike pouring all the unspoken 'I love you's into it, and whispered one word. "Tonight."