Dean loves doing grocery shopping. He loves to cook. To him, cooking means creating something new and delicious from just a few ingredients. On this friday evening, the shop is almost empty. In his head he considers the menu for next week. Pizza from the scratch, meat loaf and mashed potatoes, maybe some salmon for sunday. He could invite Sam and Jess. Isn't fresh fish good for pregnant women? He's deep in thoughts as he pushes his cart through the aisles.

Suddenly there is a loud bang.

His cart bumped into another one and the momentum pushed both carts against a pyramid of canned soups. Crashing they fall to the ground.

Dean blushes fiercely.

And the blush deepens when he realizes, the cart he hit belongs to that georgous blue eyed married man, he met at Crowley's party.

The man, who inspires all his jerking off fantasies since the day they met.

"You again", the deep voice says, that voice, Dean dreamt of. "Seems to be a habit of you to bump into me."

A shiver runs down Dean's spine at the thought of being able to bump, to push, to thrust into this man...

"Are you okay?" The man asks. "You look flustered."

"Just embarrassed." Dean replies and starts to pick up the cans, littering the floor.

"Let me help", Castiel offers. Dean remembers: 'Castiel', the unfamiliar name. In his fantasies, Dean always calls him 'Cas'.

Together they clear up the floor. It doesn't take long. Castiel bends down and picks up one dented tin of tomato soup and a small whimper escapes Dean's mouth at the sight of Castiel's fine ass. "I'll take this one with me. My dinner", Castiel says and a slight smile tugs at his lips. Dean can't take away his eyes from Castiel's face. He feels a strange pull in his chest. He likes this small smile. And he really would like to see it more often.

"You eat this crap? Seriously?" He's surprised.

"It isn't that bad. In college, I used to live on noodles. Noodles with nothing. This tomato soup will be an improvement, I can asure you", he says with a smirk.

"I thought you and your wife would eat something fancier for dinner", Dean blurts out.

Castiel tilts his head to the side. "Why?"

Dean shrugs his shoulders. "Your wife made that impression on me."

"Oh...Yeah, you're right. Meg wouldn't eat something cheap like that. But this weekend, it's just me. Meg is at a conference together with Crowley and our daughter spends the weekend with my sister and her kids. So it's just me and a crappy canned tomato soup."

Dean groans inwardly. Not only married, but married with a kid. That's an absolutely no-go. He's not a home wrecker.

"Thanks for helping me cleaning up this mess. And I'm sorry for bumping into you... again." Dean grins sheepishly.

"You're welcome", the slightly smaller man says. "And have a nice weekend."

"Yeah, you too."

Dean starts to walk away, even so he doesn't want it. He wants to spend time with Castiel. More time. He turns around abruptely, only to see that Castiel hasn't moved.

"Hey Cas, what do you think about burgers and beer? I know that place, they have the most delicious burgers in town. Beer and burgers as friends? You know, to get to know each other?" Dean rambles.

And Cas smiles.

"That would be nice. I love bacon cheeseburgers. More then canned tomato soup!"

"Great. That's just...great." Dean's palms begin to sweat. He feels like a teenage girl with a massive crush.

Together they finish their purchases.

They agree to meet at "The Roadhouse", the place Dean recomended. Both could go home first, to put away their groceries.

An hour later they meet again on the parking lot of "The Roadhouse". Dean starts to laugh when he sees Castiel's golden monstosity of car. "Hey, man, my car is a classic. Just like yours." Cas says offended, but with a small smile.

"Classic, my ass." Dean chuckles. "Babe here is a classic. Your's is crap."

Castiel strokes the golden hood and whispers " Don't listen to him, Connie."

Dean grins. " Is it at least well maintaint?"

"I think so."

"Well, I'm a mechanic. Whenever you need help with your pile of scrap, just give me a call."

Together, they enter "The Roadhouse". Castiel looks around curiously while Dean leads them to a booth. He places a hand on the small of Castiel's back, to guide him.

The evening passes by quickly. Both men clearly enjoy their time together. They eat ("This makes me very happy", Castiel moans around the first bite of his burger and Dean's pants become uncomfortably tight at this sound.), they laugh and have some beer.

"We should do this again", Dean says grinning as he pays their bill. ("It was my idea to come here!" he insists) and Castiel instantly sobers.

Meg. Meg wouldn't let him go out. He doesn't have friends. And she doesn't want him to have friends. Has no social life. His only social contacts are at work or at school with Grace. And he never does things for himself. On his own.

"That would be nice", he replies shyly. He really wants to spend more time with Dean. He doesn't understand it, but he knows.

The night is chilly and Castiel shivers on their way to their cars. He can feel the warmth, radiating of Dean's body next to his. It's dark and the parking lot is almost empty.

"You're cold?" Dean whispers and inches closer to him. Castiel can only nod. He finds himself unable to speak. His eyes are wide open and his hands are trembling. But not from the cold. Dean smiles reassuring and leans in to capture Castiel's lips with his own. The kiss is short, chaste and sweet. Sweeter than anything, Castiel has ever experienced in life. And he doesn't want it to end. So when Dean withdraws, Castiel winds his arms around Dean's neck, holding him closer, not willing to let him go. Dean gets the not so subtle hint and deepens the kiss. A moan is his sweet reward. He licks his way into Castiel's mouth and has to stiffle a groan. The kiss becomes more and more urgent. Castiel grips Dean's shoulders, pressing himself closer and closer against Dean, he wants to feel Dean muscles, wants to bathe in his warmth, wants to grind against him, wants so much, wants...

They kiss and nibble and bite, they pant into each others mouth, Castiel tries to straddle one of Dean's tighs to get some friction, his hands clutch desperately to Deans arms, hard enough to leave bruises, he's almost out of his mind from lust.

Castiel never felt anything like that before in all his life. Broken sounds fall from his lips and Dean catches them with his mouth and he tucks them inside for later, to remember when he feels lonely and cold. He knows, what he's doing is wrong, so wrong, Castiel is married, married to a woman, but Dean can't help himself. There is something about Castiel. It's not only lust, he feels a deeper connection, a more profund bond. He wants not only Castiel's body, but also his heart, his soul. He wants everything. But...isn't that the Dean-Winchester-luck...he can't have anything. Cas is off hands for him. He should end this kiss, turn around, drive back home and forget this whole encounter. But there is this pull, this tightness in his chess, he has to make this moment count. A part of him expects to be shoven away, to get hit for his straightforwardness but he can't stop. He doesn't want this moment to end and he drops down on his knees in front of Castiel.