The rating is definitely used in this chapter. There is another pairing, as I've mentioned previously, Dean gets around before he finally meets back up with Castiel.


My insides felt as if they were going to explode from happiness! This wasn't me, well not normally me. I wasn't usually this emotionally adept, or willing to admit to such things so openly, but Cass, he changes me—for the better I think. No, I know it's for the better, how could it be anything but?

I made sure to leave the house extra early, my suitcase packed the night before; I didn't sleep much. I think I averaged four hours. I left my car behind—such a sacrifice, but Cass will know what it means. I have majority of my funds on my person, stashed within my suitcase; I just want this life of ours together to start as soon as possible.

I walked to our tree; listening as the world woke up around me and the sun rose, peaking gently through the tree tops. I glanced down at my watch, he'll be here soon.

We would go together to Pastor Jim and get married and then as husbands, we would go on his grand adventure. I could learn to work for my living, it shouldn't be that hard.

Footsteps broke my thoughts; I stepped away from my suitcase and rounded the tree only to stop short—I was nearly face-to-face with Dr. Novak.

"You're lucky I'm here doing this now. I told you yesterday you wouldn't ruin my family any longer."

He sent him away early. Cass was gone. Not a word to me—he didn't even try.

"That wasn't your choice to make!"

Dr. Novak narrowed his eyes at me and stepped closer, his anger was evident, rolling off of him in waves.

"My son deserves better than the spoilt brat you've grown up to be Dean Winchester. He deserves the world and if you love you like you claim you do you'll let him go. You'll let him live the life he deserves. I didn't give away half my savings for him to waste it on honeymooning with the likes of you."

"How dare you! How dare you use our feelings against us! I'd do anything for him!"

He walked around me and picked up my suitcase and shoved it into my chest.

"Go home Dean. Go home and think this through. If he comes back in four years I will not fight the two of you anymore, but let him have this. I told your father."

I blinked away tears. I shook my head at him.

"Thank you Dr. Novak, thank you."

He looked puzzled.

"For what?"

I offered a sad smile.

"For setting me free."

-x-

I fiddled with the handle of my suitcase, refusing to sit it up in the luggage rack. The compartment I was in, the door burst open and a man stepped through, he was dressed impeccably well.

"Oh hello darling, don't you look delightfully down in the dumps. Mind if I sit with you? Thanks."

He didn't even allow me time to respond, just tossed his bag up on the rack and sat opposite me, lounging on the seat, putting his feet up and staring me from head to foot.

"The name's Balthazar, what's yours?"

"Dean."

"Well hello Dean, are you headed anywhere in particular or on a train to no where?"

This man was far too nosy for his own good.

"I don't see how that's any of your concern."

He tsked.

"Now, now, Dean, we're going to be on this train a long while, next stop isn't until seven hours from now, that's a long time for you and I get rather chummy, wouldn't you say? Now, I don't mind telling you that I have no destination in mind. I'm wandering you see. Had it proven I'm incapable of loving—I don't possess the capability of loving just one person in this heartless bag o' bones o' mine. I'm not picky about my partners either, but you strike me as the type that is—who broke your heart Dean? It's written all over you."

I stiffened.

"Still sensitive I see, well I'll tell you about my last encounter then. She was a riot. Well, her and her husband, they were keen on sharing me and I'm not picky like I said."

"What will make you stop talking?"

I was taken back at his smirk and the anger that was coursing through me. I didn't want to hear that this man had the freedom of having nothing attached to his heartstrings when mine were still freshly damaged by Cass—or rather his father's doing. Cass would've taken me and I would've gone with him. I would've.

"I would settle for a kiss but I don't think you're quite ready for that sweet-pea. If you say please, nicely, I may just lie down and sleep off the next few hours and let you brood in silence."

"Please."

He gave me a look I couldn't decipher but nodded and settled down on the seat across from me and closed his eyes.

Our silence lasted fifteen minutes before I told him everything.

-x-

"Winchester? Dean? Object of my current affections where the bloody hell are you, you imbecile?"

I let out a laugh as I shut the oven door.

"In the kitchen you self-inflicted genius."

I heard his approaching footsteps and then his arms wrap around me and then his lips press against various pieces of exposed neck.

"Good to see you home too."

"I like having a warm, willing body to come home too. Especially one that has divine cooking skills; can't fault a man in enjoying a good meal can you?"

I shook my head and chuckled as he nibbled my ear.

"How long till it's done?"

"Twenty."

His hands were already undoing my pants beneath my apron—an obnoxious frilly thing he bought as a joke two months ago when we found this apartment to share.

"I have time to ravish you then, and oh look, you kept the table clear this time."

He turned me around in his arms, untying the apron and letting it fall to the floor as he shoved me forward towards the dining-room table. It was perhaps the sturdiest piece of furniture we had, not even our bed was this sturdy. It was the fifth piece of furniture we bought for the place; we've had sex on it—including the one about to occur—thirty-seven times since we came into possession of it.

I let myself fall forward onto my forearms as he maneuvered my pants down my thighs, then I wiggled my hips to get them to fall down around my ankles.

"I got a letter—oh geeze that's cold Balthazar—from Cass today."

He never warmed the lube when I bottomed for him—I always held off on letting him orgasm when he bottomed; fair game I suppose. I twitched a few times as his fingers rubbed around my hole. Even if he kept it in his pocket all day, it was always cold and the bastard never warmed it up.

"Is he well? Oh, did someone play with himself earlier? Were you imagining those fingers of yours were his?"

I bit my lip and let my head drop down on the table—he wasn't going to prep me. He really didn't need to at this point; it was more or less direct prostate stimulation for me. Now that he knew I wanted it he wasn't going to do it.

I groaned as I heard him take his time removing his belt, unbutton his pants, and that slow pulling down of his zipper. I heard him fiddle with a condom wrapper and then add a bit more lube to the outside.

"He's good. Wants to know—oh sweet baby Jesus, Balthazar no fair!"

His hands gripped my hips tight and he pressed in without warning and held still. I was pinned beneath him against the table—he wanted this too, I could feel that his pants weren't even to his knees.

"I asked a question darling, you didn't answer."

He began to thrust—slow and shallow. The asshole was teasing me now. The worst thing was the distance between my dick and any sort of friction. His grip had me inches from the edge of the table, both of our hands elsewhere, and the bastard wasn't even aiming for my prostate—on purpose.

"He's great. Said he still misses me. Wants to know—oh my god, do you have to do that? This is so unfair Balthazar; I at least let you touch yourself! You're such an asshole!"

"Tsk, tsk, darling. What would your family say if they heard you using such language? I have been an influence on you haven't I? So darling Castiel wants to know what?"

-x-

I lay panting atop our table, my hands buried in Balthazar's hair as he finished licking up the remnants of my orgasm.

"Cass wants to know about you. I mentioned I share this apartment with someone and he got curious."

He placed a kiss at my hip and stood up as he adjusted himself and pulled his pants back up, not even bothering to fasten them.

"You going to tell him of our little arrangement?"

I took his offered hand and sat up as he pulled me forward. He retrieved my apron and handed it to me with a smirk—ding!

"Twenty minutes darling. I ravished you, now I'm starving. I think I've earned whatever feast you've prepared."

He hooked the apron over my neck as I maneuvered towards the edge of the table to climb down. Once I was standing I turned to glance over my shoulder at the mess we left on the table and I felt his arms wrap around me and his chin settle on my shoulder.

"We could always let it stay this time, let the guests asks what those marks are from and gauge their reactions when we tell them the truth."

I laughed and playfully shoved him away and began to tie the apron around my waist as I headed towards the kitchen.

"I do like it when you only wear the apron."

"Oh shut up."

He laughed as he moved into the kitchen to gather plates and silverware to set them on the table. I grabbed the oven mitts and pulled the dish of lasagna I made, along side the loaf of garlic bread.

"Oh that smells lovely, and you never answered my question—is dear Castiel going to know of our arrangement?"

I followed him into the dining-room with the tray of food.

"No. I, I don't think I can break the news to him yet."

-x-

Four months later I found myself in possession of my car once again and a lack of Balthazar in my life. I said a quick hello and an even more absent goodbye to my family. I gave Mr. Singer a generous tip for keeping up Baby's maintenance while I was away.

I chose a direction and headed in the opposite.

At sundown I chose to stop at the next town or city, whichever came first on my destination-less journey.