Author's Note: I just thought I should say this isn't set at any particular time. It's sort of an AU, I guess. Stuff has happened, stuff hasn't happened. Just go with it.

Also, massive thank you to my reviewers. I didn't think a single person would enjoy reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it so it's great to read of your appreciation. :) Okay, onto chapter 5.

The next morning Castiel walked into the kitchen hesitantly. He didn't know if Dean would have told Sam and Bobby about last night's discovery. Dean smiled at him and made his way over to him. He put an arm around his shoulders and turned both of them around so that neither Bobby nor Sam could se their faces. He leaned in close to Cas and Cas' breath hitched. He could smell Dean from this close, the strongest smell being minty toothpaste as Dean whispered right by his ear.

"I didn't tell them. I thought you might want to do it yourself." Castiel was momentarily distracted as he felt Dean's hot breath against his ear and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. But then the reality of what Dean had suggested crashed around him and he looked at Dean with panic written all over his face. He shook his head violently and gulped. He felt strangely breathless.

"Okay, calm down. Do you want them to know? I mean, there's no point in hiding it. We'll be spending a lot of time together from now on." Dean tried to reason with Castiel. Cas realised that Dean thought he was ashamed of his newly discovered sexuality but that was not the reason he felt panicky. He just had no idea how to bring a subject like that up in conversation. After all, he wasn't exactly the master of subtlety or tact. He finally found his voice.

"Can you do it for me?" He looked into Dean's eyes pleadingly and gripped Dean's arm tightly as he waited for his response.

"Uhh.." Dean scratched the back of his neck and chuckled a little, "well, I guess...I could. Uhh..." and then Dean knew he couldn't ignore those eyes. The perfectly blue eyes that seemed to reach right down to his soul. "Yes, okay!" He took a deep breath and they both turned around. Bobby was sitting at the table and Sam was leaning against the counter, both had their eyes fixed on Dean and Castiel with the same eyebrow hitched in question.

Dean opened his mouth but words failed him. How was he supposed to bring this up? He looked at Castiel who was fidgeting by his side. Then Cas looked up at him with the same puppy dog eyes. Dean turned around and just blurted it out. Fast.

"Casisgay!" he almost shouted it across the room and the looks on Sam and Bobby's faces just showed more confusion than to begin with. Dean tried again.

"Cas...discovered something about himself last night. I, uhh...won't be taking him to pick up any chicks now." he put extra emphasis on the word "chicks" and Sam clicked. He laughed.

"What?" Dean and Cas both spoke at the same time.

"I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to figure it out. I don't want all the details, you can keep that to yourselves. But hey, if you guys are happy, I'm happy." Bobby nodded in agreement after Sam's speech.

"Wait! No, no, no! He's...I'm not...Sam!" Sam just waved a hand in the air in a "whatever" gesture and walked out of the room with a smirk on his face.

"What is it?" Castiel asked Dean. He had forgotten that Cas was still pretty innocent when it came to this part of being human.

"He...uhh...thinks that we...you know." Dean didn't think he had ever felt more uncomfortable in his life.

"No, I don't know."

"He thinks we had sex, Cas." Dean had given up on trying to skirt around the topic.

"Oh."

The rest of the morning was relatively awkward. Sam and Bobby had gone out to work a job a few hours ago and decided that it was best that Castiel not come along because, as a human, he was weak and Dean needed to look after him. They might be gone a few days but Dean didn't think he'd miss Sam in that time Before he'd closed the front door he had smirked and said, "Just make sure the both of you are dressed when we get back."

Dean needed to do something to relieve the tension in the room and when he looked at Castiel, who was sitting in a chair opposite him reading a book, he remembered that Cas had no clothes of his own. He had been wearing Dean's that were a little too big for him and made him look a little childish. Dean decided he would have to get Cas some new clothes.

"How would you like to go shopping, Cas?"

It was quite a drive to the nearest store big enough to sell any decent clothes and Dean was getting more tense every minute the awkward silence dragged on. Dean decided to play some music and just put in the first tape his hand landed on. Suddenly Foreigner's "Hot Blooded" came blaring through the speakers. Castiel jumped a little at the sudden noise but began to relax after a while.

Dean felt comfortable behind the wheel of his car listening to the music and before he knew it he was singing along and drumming the steering wheel. Cas kept stealing glances over at Dean while trying to stifle his laughter but during one of the guitar solos he just couldn't hold it in anymore. He was in hysterics. Dean had no idea why but would take this over not speaking anyday. This carried on until they got to the department store with Castiel joining in with vocals on the songs he could remember.

Dean parked the car and they both headed towards the entrance still grinning. As soon as Dean opened the door Castiel saw them.

The suits.

He ran straight towards a black suit and declared he had to have it. Dean smiled fondly when he looked at it. It was exactly the same kind of suit that Castiel's vessel, Jimmy, had chosen to wear.

"Great, we just need to find you a new trench coat." Dean teased and Castiel just smiled back.

"I have grown fond of this particular outfit."

"Fair enough. But you can't go through the rest of your life wearing nothing but suits." Suddenly the thought of Castiel wearing nothing popped into Dean's head but he pushed it out just as fast as it had come. He coughed before he continued. "We should look at jeans and things as well."

"Okay, fine." Castiel agreed but hung onto the suit.

Dean lead Cas to the the trousers and picked out a few pairs for him to try on. They moved onto the shirts afterwards and then ended up in the fitting rooms. Dean waited outside for Castiel to finish trying on his clothes. After a few minutes Cas came out of the room and presented his new outfit to Dean. Dean's jaw almost dropped.

Cas was wearing a fitted t-shirt that was just the right amount of tight around his muscled torso and jeans that hung just low enough on his hips to show off the V shape going down to his-

No! Dean snapped his head up and nodded. Castiel seemed a little confused at Dean's discomfort but smiled and went back into the cubicle. Another few minutes went by until he emerged again, this time wearing the suit he had picked up when they first walked in. And all the discomfort Dean had been feeling evaporated as he saw Castiel, Angel of the Lord, standing in front of him. Even though he was human now, he still managed to hang onto that sense of power that made Dean feel a little bit inferior in his presence. He couldn't escape the sound of suprise that came out of his mouth.

"Woah." in a rushed sort of whisper. His eyes travelled up and down Castiel's body until they rested on his face. Cas' eyes lit up and Dean knew that he would have to get this suit as well as all the other normal clothes he was getting as well. If Cas came on a job with Sam and Dean some day, he might need a suit. Besides, this was Dean's favourite outfit on Castiel and he wanted to keep it around.

"Yes, we're definitely getting you that." Then he felt instantly embarassed that he'd shown just how keen he was in seeing Cas wearing a fancy suit. But Castiel, being Castiel, was oblivious. He was just excited that he got to keep his suit. He gave Dean a brief hug before he went back into the cubicle to change. Dean was left standing outside with a stupid grin on his face that he was trying desperately to get rid of but nothing was working. He just resolved to stare at the floor instead.

"These were tight. Should I get a larger pair?" Castiel was holding up a pair of jeans as they exited the fitting rooms. Dean was tempted to answer with "No." but stopped himself just in time.

"Sure. Let's go."

They found the stand they were looking for and Castiel had just begun to search for the right size when Dean caught the eye of one of the shop assisstants. She smiled an alluring smile at him and began to make her way over. Dean groaned silently. Any other time he would have welcomed this but right now he wanted to spend some time with Cas. For whatever reason, he wasn't sure. Because this is what friends do? Go shopping together. Yeah, that was it.

"Can I help you?" she looked straight at Dean even though it was obvious he was not the one who needed help. Castiel turned around and smiled at the assisstant.

"Yes, please. I need these in a bigger size but there doesn't seem to be any." he held the jeans out to the woman. She pursed her lips. This obviously wasn't going the way she had wanted it to go. She composed herself as she took the jeans from Castiel and then looked at Dean again.

"Anything I can help you with?" her tone was suggestive and she looked Dean up and down. Castiel was beginning to get annoyed with this woman like he had with the waitress Dean had flirted with in the diner a few days ago. He didn't know what to do though. If Dean wanted to go with this woman, what could Castiel do to stop him?

But Dean didn't want anything from this woman except a new pair of jeans for Castiel.

"No, thanks." he wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist and rested his chin on Cas' shoulder. Castiel was too shocked to move. "Just his jeans please." He flashed a winning smile at the assisstant who immediately looked very flustered and embarassed.

"Yes, of course. Right away." she walked away quickly.

Dean laughed and Castiel could feel the hot breath on his neck. It seemed to wake him and he spun around in Dean's arms.

"What just happened?" Castiel's voice betrayed him and showed the mild hysteria he was feeling just because Dean was touching him.

Dean shrugged with his arms still around Cas.

"She was coming onto me and I didn't want anything to do with her. So I just made it look like I was unavailable to her." he looked into Castiel's eyes which seemed to be even bluer this close up and winked.

"Didn't you like her?" Castiel asked trying to sound off hand but failing. He was a bit flustered himself.

"Not really. Plus, I'm supposed to be spending time with you." Castiel gulped. He didn't want to let himself hope that maybe this was Dean confessing something but the thought came into his head any way. It was absurd though so Castiel averted his gaze downwards but seeing as they were still pressed so tightly together he ended up resting his forehead on Dean's chest. He could feel Dean's heartbeat from here and it seemed to pick up a bit. Castiel looked back at Dean who had a very serious look on his face. Dean took a deep breath.