Dean set the last box down in his living room and groaned. Half the boxes were soaking wet from the pouring rain. It was his own bright idea to move in after his brother had gotten off work which meant they hadn't finished moving all of his things in until after midnight (there had been an emergency at his brother's work). His brother yelled out from somewhere else in the house but he didn't care, he was more interested in finding the damned coffee machine that was packed up in one of the boxes that said 'kitchen'. Dean knew he wasn't going to be sleeping anytime soon, he still needed to unpack the essentials.

"Hey, I'm thinking I might just stay over." Sam called out from down the hallway.

Dean didn't even respond, only grumbling some response out. He finally found the box and ripped it open with his pocket knife. He pulled the coffee machine out and placed it on the clean, white counter top. He hummed happily as he plugged it into the wall, ignoring the outside world just beyond his window for a little while.

It wasn't until he turned to get water into the coffee pot that he looked out the window into the darkness. He wouldn't usually look out of windows into the dark, it was a habit he had picked up when he was young. Dean remembered growing up and having a fear of looking out into the darkness, and perhaps something horrifying looking back at him. As he got older and learned monsters didn't exist he knew that having this habit made no sense...yet he still had a heart attack whenever he looked out.

A light caught Dean's eye and suddenly thoughts of monsters that could glow crossed his mind. A ghost maybe even? It took him a couple seconds to realize that it was a small lamp lit in the living room of the house across from him. Dean set the coffee pot down and leaned forward to see if he could get a better look. He hadn't seen anyone when they were moving in and he had assumed perhaps they person living there was an older person who went to bed early.

What Dean saw surprised him. A man no older than himself walked into the living room, completely nude. Dean blinked to make sure his tired eyes weren't playing tricks on him. When he realized that he was in fact seeing this he tried to pay attention to anything but the fact his neighbor was walking around with nothing on. He quickly looked away when the man looked in his direction and he prayed he hadn't seen him looking.

When Dean finally looked up once more he was shocked to see the man was staring at him, and he knew he had been caught. He quickly closed the shades and took the full coffee pot to the maker. He didn't say anything as Sam came into the room as he quickly put the ground coffee into the filter and slammed the button that started the machine. He tired to stop the blush that was rising up on his cheeks.

Sam seemed to have noticed his attitude towards the machine and raised an eyebrow. He didn't say anything, just figuring that Dean was just tired. He continued to remove the items from the box that Dean had dragged into the kitchen, mostly all mugs. He was almost done putting them away by the time that Dean finally said something.

"The new neighbor is weird." He finally said.

Sam thought this was a weird thing to say and he crossed the kitchen to peek out of the closed curtain. He didn't see anything, the house next door was dark and when he was about to tell Dean this he was surprised by his brother slamming a cup of coffee down beside him. He blinked at the coffee cup before taking it, saying thanks under his breath.

"What makes you say this?" Sam finally asked.

"The guy next door was walking around naked, with his curtains open." Dean lowered his coffee cup and frowned, glaring at the window. He shook his head and took a sip of the warm coffee. "He looked about my age. At least he wasn't an old guy walking around nude." He shuddered.

Sam tried to hide the smirk that was growing on his face. He could barely resist the urge to poke fun at Dean. Sam knew about his preference for men, and he really wanted to know if this guy was cute or not. Maybe he could try and set him up with the neighbor? He wasn't even sure what the guy looked like and he knew he was just jumping at the chance to make his lonely brother…well less lonely.

"I know your thinking something over there, don't get any bright ideas." Dean glared at him before setting his coffee back down on the counter. "I don't need you to interfere with my personal life. We have seen how that has worked out before."

Sam only shrugged and set his cup down too, clapping his hands together as he left the room. He figured they wouldn't get anything done if they just stood around the kitchen drinking coffee. If he was going to stay over he wasn't about to be sleeping on the floor, the last time he stayed over at Dean's place that he got stepped on by him. That ended any chance of Sam sleeping on the floor again.

"Come on let's get going on some of these boxes. I'm not sleeping on the floor, so let's get the couch into the living room and I'll help you set up your bed." He yelled from the other room.

Dean rolled his eyes and went to help Sam out with the couch and bed. He figured he could meet his neighbor in the morning, possibly apologize for peeping. He hoped the other man didn't hate him after that, Dean planned on living in the house for a few years at least.

The next morning Dean decided to go greet his neighbors. Dean knew the general layout of the neighborhood, it was a nice area but not super high end. It was all he could afford at the time, and he did like the large backyard. He knew it would be nice once summer came, he could invite his family over for once. His family consisted of only his brother, uncle and aunt however, his mother had passed when he was a boy and his father followed after when Dean was in college. One of the reasons Dean had dropped out of college was because he had been distraught over his father's passing. He just never found time to go back to college, and was doing quiet well for himself.

Sam had just graduated from college and had opened his own veterinary clinic, although it wasn't much of a surprise to Dean or anyone close to the boys. Sam had always cared for animals, and it was only a natural fit for him. Their uncle, Bobby, always stated how proud he was of the boys, even if he didn't approve of Dean's line of work. He had always wanted Dean to come work for him at the garage, and in fact that had been what Dean went to college for.

When Dean had dropped out he had been having trouble finding a job when he applied to be a busboy at a high end male strip club. After a few months of work the owner, Balthazar, had gotten several suggestions from clients to hire Dean as a stripper. When approached with the offer Dean had rejected it at first but soon he joined out of curiosity. He had never been the kind to be shy about his body, and as soon as his first show ended he knew he was hooked. It wasn't just fun for him to work there, he also earned a lot of money from the men and women of the upper class who frequented the club. It was the only reason he could afford to live in this neighborhood.

Sighing Dean stood outside the blue two story house next to his, his hands at his sides. He couldn't gain the courage to knock on the door. He had already introduced himself to the neighbor on the other side of him, a man by the name of Cain. Dean had eventually made the excuse he needed to greet the other neighbors when he realized that Cain would just keep telling him stories. He had learned enough about the mans beekeeping and heard enough about Cain's late wife, so he quickly excused himself. He was positive that he heard Cain mumble some profanities at him for leaving but Dean didn't care.

Just as he was about to knock the door opened and Dean yelled out in surprise seeing the man from before. Bright blue eyes stared back at him in shock before stepping out onto his porch. Dean could only think about the man being naked once more and now that he could clearly see how handsome he was Dean felt a small twinge of attraction to him. His bright eyes were offset by the mess of dark hair that seemed to have not been combed recently, or perhaps someone had been running their hands through it. Dean decided not to think about that idea.

"Can...I help you?" The man asked tilting his head.

"Uh..." Dean suddenly remembered what he had come over for. "Yeah, I'm your neighbor. I wanted to say sorry about last night." He tried to put a smile on his face, hoping the neighbor wasn't too angry with him.

"I don't remember you sorry." The man said shaking his head. "You must have me confused with someone else." He tried stepping passed Dean, moving down off the porch.

Dean followed after him, obviously confused. Had the man not seen him the night before? He could of sworn he had stared right at him. Maybe he hadn't? He tried to figure out what to say as he follow the other man down to his mailbox where he was gathering the mail. The man turned around and jumped a little having not expected his neighbor to still be there.

"Sorry...but I saw you in your living room last night...from my kitchen?" Dean tried to remind the man, but then realized that maybe it was a good thing. Perhaps if the neighbor hadn't seen him he wasn't in trouble. Dean felt a little relieved by this. "Dean Winchester."

The neighbor frowned and looked down at Dean's hand as he extended it. He cautiously took it and shook his hand. Dean noticed how hesitant he was and he wondered if he was being too friendly with his neighbor, he wondered if perhaps his neighbor was a loner.

"Castiel Novak. Sorry I have no idea what you mean by seeing me in my living room. I wasn't home last night." Castiel said before pushing passed Dean once more and briskly walking up to his house, slamming the door behind him. Dean could hear some talking on the other side but didn't listen in on it.

Dean found it odd that Castiel seemed to have gotten so defensive over that. Dean knew what he had seen, and he wasn't sure why Castiel would even lie. Unless he did see Dean and hadn't wanted to bring it up, hoping that perhaps Dean hadn't seen him. It was odd but wasn't too strange. Instead he brushed it off and crossed the front yard to his own house, he figured Castiel would be that one neighbor he would ignore while living in the neighborhood.