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When Dean woke up the next morning, it was to the sounds of Eye of the Tiger, but he wasn't feeling it. He was still a little upset about waking up alone. He grabbed his phone and turned off the alarm, and that's when he noticed he had a new text message. When he saw that it was from Cas, he was out of bed and on his feet faster than Eye of the Tiger had ever gotten him.

"What the hell?" he asked no one as he read the text over and over.

Sxxxyyxy fce. Sexy face? Was that what he was trying to say? Did Dean get Cas drunker than he thought? Dean sighed. When did getting in someone's pants become so damn hard?

^O^

"So… how did it go? I want all the details."

Dean looked up from the paperwork he had on his desk. Standing in his office door was his secretary and ex-girlfriend, Charlie Bradbury. When people find out that Dean and Charlie dated and that Charlie is now a lesbian, they always rag on Dean, saying Dean turned her gay. In all actuality, Dean was Charlie's last try with guys before realizing penis just wasn't her thing. It was an amicable split and they remained great friends afterwards; obviously, since she worked for him.

"I bet it went great," she told him as she took a seat in front of his desk. "Cas is… dreamy."

Dean frowned at her. "Excuse me? How do you know Cas is dreamy?"

"So you think so, too?" she asked as she nodded proudly. "I woke up this morning and I was out of coffee…" she told him, trailing off so he could come to the conclusion on his own. She's always loved the look of realization on his face.

Dean rolled his eyes. "It went great," he told her as he looked back down at his paperwork.

Charlie's smile faded. "That doesn't look like the face of a man that had a great date last night."

Dean leaned back in his chair, laying his hands on his stomach. "No, the date went great. I'm just… we kissed and that was it. He told me goodnight and went into his apartment. That was it."

"Wait a second. I'm confused." Charlie stated. If it went great, why was he upset?

"Right?!" Dean asked as he leaned back on his desk. "There was chemistry and connection and all that bullshit, but no! Nothing!"

Charlie realized what Dean was upset about. "Well, Dean, did you ever think that Cas isn't that kind of guy? I mean, I know this is going to sound strange, but there are some people in the world that don't have sex on the first date and actually want to base a relationship on more than just sex."

Dean's head fell on the desk, landing on his forearm. "Oh God…"

"It's been a while since you've had a relationship. Maybe this will be good for you."

"You know what would be good for me?" Dean asked her as he picked his head up. He looked completely defeated.

"For you to stop thinking with your penis and start thinking with your head? I don't know… I'm just taking a stab in the dark here."

Dean narrowed his eyes at the ginger sitting in front of him. She really didn't have a soul, did she? "Shouldn't you be working or something?"

"Look, Dean… Deanathan…"

"I never should've told you that," Dean said, rubbing his face.

"Look at it this way: if you started a relationship with Cas, you could get laid whenever you wanted."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for a relationship, Charlie. I work all the time and when I get home, I'm tired. I don't have the energy to cook half the time."

Charlie perked up. "Oh! Let me let you in on a secret. It's kind of newfangled, but just hear me out. Hire more people."

"Oh my God, Charlie. Get out of my office."

"Dean, seriously. You work yourself to death. Don't get me wrong, it pulls in a lot of female customers when they can come in and see your sweaty ass under the hood of their car, but is that really worth you growing old and alone? Just think about it," she told him before getting up and walking out of his office, shutting the door behind her.

It's just so hard to find good help these days.

^O^

"You seriously just… went into your apartment? You kissed him and then went into your apartment?"

Cas rolled his eyes at the man standing beside him. Cas hadn't made a lot of friends since he moved to Lawrence for school, but sometimes he wondered if making friends with Gabriel was a right choice.

"Listen, Cas, I've been to Winchester's. The owner is smoking and I'm not even gay. I bet that guy could get a piece of ass just by standing in the middle of town."

Cas figured if he could, he wouldn't be calling phone sex hotlines in the middle of the night, but that piece of information wasn't something Gabriel needed to know.

"There's a lot more to life than sex, Gabe. Honestly, you're acting like sex is some new contraption you've never had the chance to play with."

Cas knew his outlook on sex was slightly tainted thanks to his night job, but he also knew that he wanted more than just a romp in the sheets. Why making other people see that was so hard, he'd never understand. It was like… teaching poetry to fish or some bullshit like that. Only he figured fish would eventually get the poetry.

"Well, in order to get that other stuff, you're going to have to put out," Gabe shrugged at Cas, as if that were just the hard facts of life.

"You know what? I think I forgot I had something to do. I'll catch you around, Gabe."

Gabe hollered at Cas, but Cas didn't stop. He got off work a little later than usual and he didn't have that extra fifteen minutes to waste before class started. Halfway to class, Cas caught sight of Jess Moore. Jess was the girl that sat beside him in Biology. She was really nice, but he was completely jealous of her, only because her giant of a boyfriend walked her to class every day. He knew what he wanted was out there and if he couldn't find it in Dean Winchester then he'd just find it somewhere else.

^O^

Dean sighed as he cut off Baby's engine. He just got home. He was tired. He was dirty. He was hungry. He was a little upset that he hadn't heard from Cas all day. Charlie's words echoed in his head: … is that really worth you growing old and alone? He grabbed his phone and called Cas.

The Black Crowes started playing and he couldn't help his eye roll.

"Hello?"

"H-hey, Cas."

"Dean. Hi," Cas breathed into the phone. He sounded relieved, almost. Cas was going to wait and call Dean tomorrow, because he really hoped that Dean would call him today.

"So, uh, how was your day?" Dean asked as he got out of his car. He looked at his tool wall and frowned. That fucking hedge trimmer…

"Oh, um, good. Work was good and classes were good."

"That's good," Dean lamely replied as he walked out of his garage and stood in his drive way, looking to see if his neighbor was home.

"How about you? Work on any good cars?"

"Yeah, we had an old Corvette come through. Fine piece of metal," he said, spotting his neighbor's car in the driveway. He turned his attention away from his neighbor and focused on Cas. Cas was way more important than a piece of machinery. "Are you busy tonight?"

"I, uh, kind of. I have to work tonight, but it's late."

"Oh, right. Night job." Maybe Dean could call in and request "Jimmy"… like it's a radio station and he's a song? Dean, think with your head, he told himself. "Well, do you think you have time for dinner? I was thinking about cooking some steaks."

"I love steak. Sure, I have time for dinner."

"Good, then I'll see you around seven?"

"Yeah, just text me your address," Cas told him, getting excited that Dean wanted to have dinner again… and so soon!

"Alright, I'll see you after awhile."

They said goodbye and hung up. Dean heard a garage open behind him, causing him to spin around. He locked eyes with his neighbor who had the audacity to wave at him. Dean walked through the hedges separating their yards and stormed passed his neighbor and into his garage. He grabbed the hedge trimmer that was sitting on Martin Creaser's workbench. Dean gave him his best bitch face as he walked past the shocked man and back through the hedges and into his garage. He put the hedge trimmer back in its place. He rolled his shoulders and popped his neck. He felt better for some reason.

^O^

Dean was excited. He had his steaks on the grill, a beer in his hand, and Cas on his way over. He was fighting sleep in the shower, but he caught his second wind while he was getting dressed and now he was pumped. He wasn't even worried about if he was going to have sex tonight. Cas was fun to hang out with. Last night was full of light hearted conversation. They didn't talk about anything more than work and school. Dean was hoping to get to know Cas a little better tonight. Maybe Charlie was right. Maybe a relationship would be good for him. It wouldn't be the first time she was right and Cas was a good choice to try out her theory on.

He jumped when he heard the doorbell ring. He looked at his watch and saw that Cas was fifteen minutes late. That was fine. He didn't care. He was here. That's all that mattered. He set his beer down by the grill and hurried to the door. When he opened it, he found a well-dressed Cas holding a pie. A small part of his mind wondered if he'd fallen asleep in the shower and this was actually the beginning of a sex dream, but he knew better because he stubbed his toe earlier on the counter. And that shit hurt.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. I wanted to bring something, so I stopped at the bakery and the line was rather long."

"It's okay. You brought pie. As far as I'm concerned, you're early," Dean told him as he motioned for him to come inside.

Cas laughed at him as he walked in. He was pretty impressed at the house. He wasn't sure how Dean could afford such a place. It wasn't some extravagant mansion or anything, but it was really warm and inviting. "Nice place."

"Thanks," Dean told him as he took the pie from him. "Steaks are on the grill, potatoes are baking, and I was just about to heat up some baked beans."

Cas smiled at Dean. "Sounds delicious. Do you cook a lot?"

Dean nodded. "Whenever I can. I love cooking."

"I've never been a fan of it," Cas admitted. "I tend to burn anything that isn't microwavable."

Dean chuckled. "Looks like I'm going to have to cook for you more often."

Cas bit his bottom lip to contain the smile he knew would break his face. Cooking at home: check! "I think I would like that," he told Dean.

Dean and Cas stared at one another for moment and Dean just smiled even brighter. "So," Dean started, trying to break the moment because if he didn't, he'd kiss him, and he's not sure that's what you do when you're trying to start an actual relationship with someone. "I got your text this morning."

Cas frowned. "My what?"

Dean smirked at him. "Your text," he repeated as he opened up a large can of Bush's Baked Beans.

Cas shook his head. "I didn't text you."

Dean frowned at him. He nodded to his phone. "Yeah you did. Look."

Cas grabbed Dean's phone off the counter and went into his text messages. Sure enough, there it was. Plain as day. Sxxxyyxy fce. Cas grabbed his phone out of his pocket to make sure it wasn't some fluke on Dean's phone, but it was there. Sxxxyyxy fce. Cas covered his face with his hand. "Oh my God…"

"So, I'm going to assume that you think I have a sexy face?"

Cas shook his head. "I took some sleeping pills last night… I must have sent you that before I went to bed. I don't… know what I was doing."

Dean poured the beans into a pot and put them on the stove to cook. He turned around and leaned against the counter by the stove. "So, then you don't think I have a sexy face."

"No, I mean, yes. You have sexy face, but I didn't mean to – dammit."

Dean laughed at Cas. "It's okay. I won't hold it against you."

Cas shook his head. He was so embarrassed. Dean could tell, too. He took the couple of steps towards Cas and leaned against the counter beside him, facing him. "Seriously, Cas. It's okay."

Cas smiled at him. He was so close to him. Cas could probably count all his freckles, that's how close he was, but Cas couldn't focus on the freckles when Dean's eyes were right there, staring at him. Dean wondered if Cas would mind if he kissed him. I mean, it's not like they didn't kiss last night. What would it hurt?

Cas took a half a step back. Those eyes were like… they were hypnotizing. He'd be in Dean's bed before the end of the night if he didn't watch out. "Thanks," he said softly as he looked down at his phone, at that stupid text. He quickly deleted it and tossed his phone the counter and sat Dean's beside his.

Dean took that as a sign to keep his lips to himself. Dean had to remember to think with his head or he'd ruin this. Dean remembered the steaks and motioned to the fridge. "Help yourself to a beer or whatever you'd like to drink. I need to go flip the steaks."

Dean gave him a quick wink before heading out to the grill. Cas watched him for a moment before grabbing a beer out of the fridge and joining him. Cas liked Dean. There was an ease with him. He wasn't sure what it was from, if it was a natural ease or from the fact that he helped him masturbate that one time, but he liked it regardless.

"Smells good."

"Wait until you taste it. My steaks are definitely something to write home about."

"I'll remember that."

Dean smiled at Cas and Cas looked down to hide the blush he could feel on his cheeks. Dean finished flipping the steaks and he closed the grill. He grabbed his beer and clinked his bottle against Cas' before taking a drink that involved nearly all of the contents in the bottle. Dean wouldn't admit to being nervous, but he was nervous. He'd never tried to date a guy before. Maybe that's the reason all his relationships failed miserably. Maybe Dean needed a guy instead of a girl. Crazier things have happened.

^O^

Once dinner was over and dessert had been consumed, the two men sat on Dean's couch. They had been getting to know one another all night. They talked about family. Cas told Dean all about his parents, James, the accountant, and Amelia, the stay-at-home-mom, and his younger sister, Claire, the trouble child. Dean told him about his parents, John, the mechanic, and Mary, the a cook at her own diner, and his baby brother, Sam, the soon to be lawyer. They bond over their shared experiences with being an older sibling, though, thankfully, Dean is happy to have Sam as his brother than Claire as his sister. From what Cas says, she's evil.

But all that talk was over. They're sitting in silence. Dean knew Cas would have to leave soon and he hated it. They were having a good time. There was flirting and innocent touches: a brushing of the hand when Dean passed Cas anything, a playful bumping of shoulder as they stood side by side and fixed their plates, and then there was the time Dean made Cas blush and Dean nudged his colored cheek with his finger, telling him how much he liked that shade of red on Cas.

Dean leaned forward and set his tumbler, half full of whiskey and ice, on the coffee table. Cas told him he had to leave in twenty minutes so Dean figured he could make the most of the time he had left. Dean turned his body towards Cas. "I had a good time, tonight," Dean said in a low voice.

A low voice that made Cas feel all tingly in the right places. "Me, too," Cas agreed.

Dean looked up at Cas and Cas locked eyes with him. Cas couldn't resist it any longer. There Dean was sitting in front of him, looking so kissable, with his plump lips and big green eyes and all those fucking freckles. He crashed his lips against Dean's. Dean grunted at the force of Cas, but quickly caught on to what was happening. He wasn't going to fuck this up by not paying attention.

Cas cupped Dean's face as he kissed him. Dean tangled his fingers in Cas' hair and laid his other hand on Cas' thigh. That was all the invitation the man needed before crawling into Dean's lap and straddling him. Cas lost his hands in Dean's hair as Dean pulled Cas closer. All he wanted to do was get him out of his clothes. That vest and button down combination looks good on the raven haired man, but he knew it would look a lot better decorating his floor.

Dean didn't want to push the issue. I mean, Cas was sitting on top of him, kissing him like his life depended on it. What could it hurt if he untucked the shirt to touch his skin? It's not like all the puppies in the world would keel over if he did it, right? Dean pushed the vest up, grabbing two handfuls of Cas' shirt and pulling up on it. His hands quickly dived under the shirt and dug into his back, pulling Cas even closer.

Cas' responding moan let Dean know all the puppies in the world were safe, and when Cas started pushing his shirt off his shoulders, Dean didn't try to stop him. It seemed Cas was more interested in getting Dean out of his clothes. He was running on pure hormones at this point. Once the gray t-shirt Dean had on under his blue buttoned down was over his head and thrown somewhere to his left, Cas came to his senses.

He stopped the kiss and looked down at the half naked man sitting underneath him. He was both thoroughly impressed at what Dean had underneath the shirt and equally as mortified by his actions. He quickly got off of Dean and began apologizing. "I don't know what – I am so sorry. I didn't mean – I'm so, so sorry."

"Wait, why are you sorry?"

"I don't want this. I mean, I do. I want this very much, but I want more than just this. There's a list, actually, and while great sex with a very attractive man is definitely on there," Cas said more to Dean's torso than to his face, "Feelings and cooking from home and movie nights and footsies under the covers is higher up. That's really just the tip of the – " Cas stopped and grabbed Dean's shirt. "Put that on, please. You're really distracting me."

Dean was trying to follow Cas, but the blushing man was talking faster than an auctioneer. He put his t-shirt back on. "Wait, hold on. Are you saying you want a relationship?"

Cas took a deep breath and nodded his head, letting it out slowly. "Yeah."

Dean smirked at him. "Well, what a coincidence… so do I."

Cas' eyes get a little bigger. "Seriously?"

Dean nodded. "Seriously."

Cas narrowed his eyes slightly. "Seriously?"

Dean just nodded his head again. "I'm serious, Cas."

Cas smiled brightly. "Okay," he said softly.

Dean pulled Cas back on top of him. "You only have about ten minutes before you have to go. I think we should spend it with you kissing me like you were just doing."

Dean smiled as Cas blushed before he kissed him again. When it was time for Cas to go, it was hard for him to leave. Every few steps they took towards the door had them stopping to kiss again, but eventually, Cas made it into his car and left.

When Dean walked back inside, he found himself smiling like a loon, but he couldn't help it. Cas was a great guy. He was funny, they had a lot of things in common, he was fucking hot, and a great kisser. Cas was pretty much on a roll in Dean's book. He didn't know if this would last forever, but he was certain that it was going to be one hell of a ride while it lasted.


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