Watching Cas work was mind-blowing. The guy typed, and typed and typed and would just keep on typing, and Dean was pretty certain if it weren't for him bringing him food and water and reminding him to take breaks, Cas wouldn't stop. But even with Dean fussing around him, Cas took miniature breaks and then dove right back in. He swallowed down the sandwiches Dean made and no, Dean certainly didn't have any thoughts about the fact that Cas could stuff so much in his mouth at once. The man drank one offered bottle of water after another not looking away from the monitor and with the other hand still typing away.

It was kind of embarrassing, but Dean began to worry when night came and Cas still hadn't moved from the spot. Didn't he have to use the bathroom? Dean didn't want to stop him when the guy was on a roll, but it couldn't be all that good for him to spend this much time in the sitting position and staring at that screen, right?

"Hey, buddy, how about you take a break, stretch your legs?" Dean tried, approaching Cas who was still sitting outside, in the yard, fingers working that keyboard to the death.

"'m good." Was a chipped off answer.

"Cas, it's been 8 hours since you started and you haven't stopped working. Take five, maybe move inside? It's almost nighttime."

"Mghm." Came a grunt, Cas was totally out of it, too focused on the text. Dean moved closer, not hiding the worry on his face as he reached and set his hand over Cas', finally drawing the man's attention. "Huh?"

"You need to take a break." Dean repeated, and only then did Cas seem to realize the sun had almost set, and that it was slowly becoming very chilly outside. "Please. For me?" Dean added, and Cas' eyes snapped up at him, so wide and blue.

"Oh, I..." Cas was clearly confused, but didn't shrug off Dean's hand, so Dean took the opportunity, wrapped his fingers around it and tugged a bit, showing Cas he wanted him to get up.

"Come on. Let's go inside. I made dinner, maybe you could take a break and eat?" Dean said, and Cas' eyes widened a fraction, before a shy smile spread across his face.

"Yes, I... I could eat. Thank you, Dean."

"Nah, man. We really appreciate whatcha doing here for us." Dean replied just as Cas stood up, groaning at the stiffness in his muscles. He still couldn't stand on his injured leg, so he supported himself with one hand in the table while he stretched.

It would be a lie to say that Dean didn't hope to see some skin as Cas arched his back with his arm in the air, but alas, the shirt he was wearing was one of Dean's, slightly bigger and covering everything. Still, as soon as those thoughts came, Dean berated himself, hating how they sounded, making him feel like a creep.

He should never want to take advantage of a situation or a person in that was, no matter how much he liked them.

Cas responded back, but Dean didn't quite catch what he said, the ringing of his phone drawing his attention.

"Hey, Red, what's up? Why are you facetiming me?"

"Is Cas there?" She asked, face all serious. Dean looked up at Cas, silently asking him if he wanted to talk to Charlie or not. Her tone was off, and a bit scary, and knowing how shy Cas could be, Dean didn't want to assume. When Cas nodded, Dean turned the screen so that they were both in the shot.

"Um... Hello?" Cas said, his deep voice filled with insecurity. He was obviously uncomfortable, and maybe a bit scared.

"Oh! My! God! Dude! You are amazing!" Charlie squealed, startling Cas, and Dean offered him a small compassionate smile while Charlie just kept talking. "I don't know how you done it, but dude! Half way through?! Dean! Where have you been hiding this gem of a man?!"

"I, um... Uh..."

"Well, I don't care, you're not hogging him anymore. I am taking him!" Charlie stated and Dean's eyes widened in surprise. He glanced at Cas, seeing a similar look on his face then back down on his phone, at Charlie's super excited face. It was weird, how every fiber if his being wanted to shout out 'You can't have him!', but this wasn't some love quarrel, not just because Charlie didn't swing that way.

"Oh, I..." Cas said, somehow managing to look pale and blushing red at the same time, probably not understanding what Charlie was saying.

"You wanna hire him?"

"Hell yeah, I wanna hire him. Cas, look. You finish this, and it is 500$ for you, considering the speed and the quality of the work you are managing here... You can come freelance for us anytime, but seriously, I would love to hire you full time."

Cas just gasped at Dean's phone, eyes wide, mouth dropping open and closing and dropping open again. Dean knew he had to nudge him out of it.

"That's great news, right, Cas? But you don't have to answer her right away, you can think about it... He'll think about it Charlie, alright?"

"Yeah, yes, sure, of course. Think about it. But later, we got more work to do." Charlie replied, cringing at the expression that was permanently stuck on Cas' face. Dean knew she feared she broke him, but he could get him going again.

"Yeah, we are gonna take a break, eat dinner, then Cas can pick back up. That okay, Cas?" Dean said slightly nudging his arm.

"Yes. That... That is acceptable." Cas replied, still looking a bit shocked. That was a lot of money, but Dean knew Cas totally deserved it. The job offer too.

Dean hung up, and motioned for Cas to sit at the table while he served chicken legs with crispy skins and mashed potatoes with a simple lettuce salad for Cas. Dean ended up eating some of it too, but only because Cas offered some. Still, all throughout dinner, Cas seemed even more quiet and somewhat distant, contemplative, probably considering Charlie's offer, though Dean had no idea what was there to even think about.

After dinner and some bathroom time, Cas cozied up on the couch, and went right back to work. Dean felt a bit tired, especially since he hadn't slept well the night before, but he decided to push through and be there in case Cas needed something. Before dinner, every once in a while, the man would ask him questions, bounce ideas, seek opinion and it was no different this time, so it kept Dean awake and alert for the better part of the evening. But around 2 AM, his attention began slipping along with his eye lids. He tried to stay awake, but sitting there, on the couch, staring at Cas, taking in his every feature, it was easy to slip into the dreamworld and imagine being a lot more familiar with those lips.

"...Dean..." There was a warm hand on his shoulder, slowly nudging him. "...Dean..." The voice so deep and arousing, whispering in his ear. "...Dean..."

"Huhm?"

"I am done. You can go to bed now."

"Hm...Bed, now..." Dean murmured, still fighting to wake up. Or fighting to stay asleep.

"Come." Cas' voice seeped deep into his subconscious and stirred something carnal. Primitive.

"Yes, please." Dean replied through his daze and could hear Cas' laugh. It was the most beautiful sound and Dean took a deep breath, like he was trying to inhale that sweet sound in his lungs.

"Come on, let's get you into bed." Cas said and huffed more laughs, realizing what he said the second time wasn't much better either.

"Yes, please." Dean hummed, making Cas chuckle. Strong arms pulled him and he went willingly, falling into the man's embrace, feeling warm and fuzzy, and all around nice. A hiss of pain startled him, and made him snap awake instantly, stand up straight and taking back his own weight. "Oh, shit, Cas, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's alright Dean. I'm fine, I just did expect..."

"... my heavy ass to lean on you?" Dean finished for him, feeling so annoyed with himself, and maybe a little grumpy. Cas seemed about to pretest, but Dean deflected. "What time is it, anyway?"

"It's 6 in the morning."

"Fuck!"

"Hmh..."

"What?!" Dean's mind wasn't working probably, because that sounded like a hum of... consent?

"I agree, it is late. Or early, depending on how you look at it. We really should go and rest." Cas replied, and only then did Dean notice how wide and bright those tired blue eyes were. "I sent everything I did to Charlie, the rest is up to her. I do hope it goes well and that what I did was sufficient." Cas said as he started walking towards the bedrooms, the movement breaking Dean's daze.

"Considering her excitement before, I think it will be more then sufficient." Dean replied, and Cas paused to give him a small, bashful smile. "You are awesome Cas." Dean added stepping closer to Cas, or rather to his bedroom door that was just beyond Cas' form. The man lifted his gaze and looked up at Dean, his piercing eyes boring down to Dean's soul. He stepped closer, and Dean gasped silently at the sudden lack of personal space, but then held his breath, not knowing, but hoping, what Cas would do.

Cas leaned, and set a tiniest kiss on Dean's cheek, then backed away, blushing but smiling. "Thank you, Dean." He said, his eyes down on the ground, but his smile relentless on his lips. Dean's heart hammered in his chest, but he froze, not sure what to do beside grin like a madman. He wanted so badly to at least kiss his cheek back, not caring that they acted like they were in toddlers in kindergarten. Instead, his hand, all on its own, reached and cupped Cas' face, his thumb caressing his cheekbone, right where Dean wanted to kiss.

Cas lifted his eyes to meet Dean's and God only knows what he found there, but whatever it was, Dean was thankful for all his thoughts at that moment.

Because, just like that, Cas leaned back in and pressed his soft lips against Dean's, stealing his breath away.

Author's note: I do apologize for the length of this chapter. This is not really an excuse, but I am feeling a bit down under the weather. You see, two days ago I got my wallet stolen right out of my car, with approximately 600$, my ID, my driver's license and my credit cards. And yes, I do realize the irony of it, considering this story and everything. I am just lucky I didn't carry my passport around. I promise I will do better with the next chapter, and I do hope the kiss was somewhat enough to keep you interested.