So, I tried to shorten this a few times, but it wouldn't cooperate. So Sam and Jess get to meet Cas in the next chapter. Enjoy!


When Dean woke up the next morning, it was to Eye of the Tiger and chuckling. He smiled and looked down at the messy haired man lying on his chest. "And just what the fuck is so funny?"

"Eye of the Tiger, Dean?"

"You shut your mouth. It's a good song. Gets me going in the morning."

Cas rubbed his face against Dean's neck. "I've got something better that can get you up," he said as he snaked his hand under the sheets, grabbing a hold of Dean's semi-hard dick. God bless morning wood, Cas thought.

"Is that so?" Dean asked as Cas started working him.

"It is. Would you like me to show you?"

"You know what? I am all up for learning new things," Dean said as he closed his eyes. He was still half asleep. Only some of his senses were functioning properly right now. Working on making his eyes work wasn't top priority at the moment since Cas' face was pressed against his neck, kissing and sucking on him.

Cas started moving and Dean realized he would need his eyes for this. Dean watched as Cas trailed kisses down his chest, nipping at one of his perky nipples and causing him to hiss softly. Cas continued on his path until he was sucking at the base of his dick. Dean moved his hands into Cas' soft black hair. Cas looked up at him as he took Dean into his mouth.

When Dean's dick hit the back of Cas' throat, Dean closed his eyes and pressed his head back into the pillow. He couldn't watch. It was too early and this was too much for his senses to process right now. Sight or touch, not both.

"Look at me, Dean," Cas demanded gently.

He fucking would tell me that, Dean thought. Dean removed his hands from Cas' hair and propped himself up on his elbows. "If I watch you, I'm not going to last long," Dean told him.

Cas smirked. "I do believe the point of me sucking you off is to make you come, Dean."

Dean pursed his lips at Cas' sass. "I think I liked it better when my dick was in your mouth and you couldn't talk."

Cas chuckled softly before continuing. Dean moved his hips slightly, meeting Cas halfway with every down stroke. Cas started moaning softly every time Dean hit the back of his throat. "Fuck, Cas," Dean moaned.

Cas pulled away. "If you want…"

"Jesus, don't fucking stop."

Cas chuckled again, taking Dean back in his mouth. He started moving faster, using his hand to jerk him off while he sucked on his balls. "Shit," Dean said under his breath. "I'm about to come."

Cas wrapped his mouth back around Dean's cock. "Fuck," Dean growled out as he came in Cas' mouth. He collapsed on the bed, panting hard. "Jesus…"

Cas crawled up Dean's body, hovering over his face as he smiled down at him. "You can just call me Cas."

^O^

"So, what time is dinner?" Cas asked Dean as he watched Dean cook him breakfast from where he was leaning against the counter enjoying his morning coffee.

"Seven? I don't remember. I'll give Sam a call and find out."

"Should we bring anything?"

"Nah," Dean answered as he scrambled their eggs. He had bacon and pancakes on a large electric griddle that took up half the stove.

Cas stepped up behind him and kissed his neck. "You're going to spoil me," Cas said in his low voice.

Dean smirked, turning around to face Cas. "I think that's the point, right?" he told him before kissing him. Cas moaned softly as Dean pushed him back against the island. Dean pulled away. "Why do you always have to tempt me when I'm cooking?"

"Because it's hot," Cas told him with a slight shrug.

Dean chuckled and shook his head. "I'm going to strap you to a chair if you don't quit it."

"Oh, the possibilities," Cas said, winking at him.

"Don't even go there. It is way too early in the relationship for bondage."

"Is it, though?" Cas asked over the rim of his coffee cup.

Dean narrowed his eyes at him before going back to cooking. Cas took a seat on the other side of the island. He didn't want his breakfast burnt, and he couldn't stand that close to Dean and not touch him. So he took his distracting self away from the cook. "I have a question."

"I will probably have an answer. Or at least bullshit one for you."

Cas chuckled. "So, when I come to a stop, my car makes a squealing sound. Is that normal?"

Dean lifted his head up and looked at the wall in front of him for a second, processing Cas' question. He couldn't really be asking him that, could he? "Is that normal?" Dean asked incredulously. "No. No, it's not normal. Your brakes are going out."

"Oh."

"How long have you had your car?"

"About three years."

"What are you driving?"

"A Prius."

"I'm sorry?" Dean prayed to every celestial being that he misunderstood him.

"A Prius," Cas repeated.

Dean closed his eyes and shook his head. "My boyfriend drives a Prius… Christ," he groaned before turning back to the food.

"Oh, it's not some muscle car, so it's obviously a stupid car. Is that it?"

"No. Well, yes, but no."

"It can't be yes and no. Either or, Dean."

Dean grabbed one of the plates, piling food on it, trying to buy himself some time. "A Prius is… it's a car. It's got four wheels and gets you around. That's all that matters."

"But…"

"But it's just such a lame car. I mean, is it even a car? It runs on batteries. My remote control cars ran on batteries," he told him as he sat his plate down in front of him.

"It's environmentally friendly," Cas told him.

"O-kay," Dean said, wide eyed and disapprovingly.

Cas rolled his eyes. "Whatever…"

Dean put the rest of the food on his plate and set his plate beside Cas'. He walked around and leaned against the back of his chair, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. "I'm dating you, not your car. Bring it in and I'll take a look at your brakes. I don't care what you're driving, but I do care if what you're driving is unsafe."

Cas blushed a little, smiling. He turned around and looked at Dean, kissing him. Cas understood that Dean was an old car enthusiast and Cas' car wasn't the only piece of modern day vehicular machinery that Dean probably turned his nose up at. Cas figured if this was his biggest issue with Dean, then he picked a good boyfriend.

^O^

"Well, look who finally decided to show up," Charlie poked fun at her boss.

Dean smirked at her. "Sorry, got a sort of… slow start," he said, smirking as he remembered taking Cas against the shower wall and then cooking breakfast for him.

"Oh, whoa. Hold on," Charlie said in realization. She followed Dean into his office. "Did Cas… are you and he…?"

"The rut is over, Charlie. Today is a great day. Nay, it's a magical day."

Charlie bounced and clapped happily. "This is great news! So, when do I get to meet him?"

Dean sighed. "Today, actually. He's bringing his car into the shop. Poor guy asked me why his car squealed when he comes to a stop."

"What does he drive?"

Dean scrunched up his nose as he said, "Prius."

Charlie scoffed. "You're dating a Prius owner? Really?"

"I'm dating him, not his fucking car, Charlie." Charlie's shocked look remained. "Okay, so it sucks. We'll just have to take my car everywhere," he said with a shrug.

Charlie smirked. She knew it bothered him. "I'm excited. I'm going to go clean the place up to make sure it looks nice for when he gets here."

"You should always keep it cleaned," he called out to her as she walked out of his office.

Dean rolled his eyes. He looked down at the paperwork on his desk. He knew most of it could wait until Monday, but he needed to get it out of the way. He told Cas that he could work on his homework here while Dean worked on his car. He didn't really want to leave Cas in here with Charlie right outside the door, but Cas didn't have any way to get around since Dean was going to be working on his car. Cas jokingly said he'd just borrow Dean's car. Dean didn't laugh.

Once Dean had his office straight enough, he went out to the shop to check on the guys and make sure there was a bay open for Cas' car. He spotted Kevin Tran, chief mechanic, on top of the motor to the Chevy truck they were having problems with. He saw the last bay open and he wanted to make sure it stayed that way.

"Hey, Kev!"

Kevin turned and saw Dean. He climbed down off the truck and walked over to him. "What's up, boss?"

"Stop calling me that. Keep bay four open. I have a car coming in that I need to work on. We still have those brake pads for that Prius that never showed, right?"

"Sure do."

"Good. Tell the guys about the bay. I'm going to be cutting out early today, too, and I'm taking the weekend off again. So, if you need me, don't."

"Again? Two weekends in a row? Does someone special own this Prius you're going to be working on?"

Dean just smirked before clapping Kevin on the back. "Get back to work, shorty."

Dean pushed him towards the Chevy before heading back inside. No one but Charlie knew about Dean's bisexual tendencies. He probably should've said something to Cas about it, but Dean honestly didn't care what people thought of him. He didn't want to lose any of his guys, but if they had a problem with him and Cas, then they knew where the door was.

The second Dean was back in the lobby, Dean saw Cas pull up. "He's here," Charlie whispered.

Dean frowned at her. "Can you please keep your cool? I'd like it if you didn't scare him off."

Charlie rolled her eyes at him behind his back. He walked outside to greet Cas. "Hey," he said as he opened Cas' door.

"Hi," he replied as he got out. He went to hug Dean but stopped. "Can I…? Do they know about…?" Cas asked, unsure how to ask if Dean's employees knew about his sexuality.

Dean pulled Cas into a hug. "They don't."

Cas hugged him back, pressing his face into his shoulder. He envied Dean's nonchalant attitude towards life. He wished he could be as open as he was about everything. Dean pulled away from him and smiled at him. "Get your stuff. I'll show you to my office and get you set up so I can get to work."

"So, I finally get to see you all sweaty and dirty, huh?" Cas asked. He wasn't sure he'd be able to contain himself, so Dean better be sure he's okay with everyone knowing they're together.

Dean chuckled. "If it will get me laid, then yes, yes you will."

Cas rolled his eyes. "Like you need any help getting laid."

Dean laughed heartily. Cas grabbed his bag out of the back of his car and followed Dean inside. Charlie was on her feet and extending her hand to him before the door shut behind them. "Hi! I'm Charlie."

Cas smiled and shook her hand. "Hey. I'm Cas."

Dean shook his head. "Charlie is an ex-girlfriend of mine. I was her last attempt at heterosexuality. I failed. Anyway, she's been… annoyingly excited to meet you."

"I have not," she told him, giving him her best bitchface. Though for Dean, it was just like looking at the face of an angry kitten. "I've just been excited to see the kind of guy it took to finally make Dean take himself off the market."

Before Cas could respond or Charlie could say anything else, Dean told Charlie, "Cas is going to be in my office working on homework. Leave him alone." He pointed at her, trying to drive his point home.

Charlie smiled at Cas. "If you need anything at all, I'll be sitting right out here."

"Thanks," Cas told her. She seemed nice. He was still trying to process the whole last attempt at heterosexuality.

Dean pushed him towards his office, closing the door behind them. "She's a nice girl," Dean told him. "Just intense."

Cas chuckled. "It's fine. I'm going to zone out and get this homework finished. I want to be homework free so nothing will get in the way of our weekend."

Dean pulled Cas against him. "Please do," he said before kissing him. Dean imagined himself swiping his arm across the desk and setting Cas on it, getting him out of all his clothes before pushing him back and spreading him out like a buffet.

Cas pulled out of the kiss and smiled at Dean. "Have you ever just… pushed everything off your desk and fucked someone on it?"

Dean smirked. "You just read my mind, Cas," Dean groaned.

"Good to know we're on the same page," Cas told him before kissing him quickly. "Now go fix my car."

Dean clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes. "You're going to pay for that."

"I look forward to it," Cas told him, giving him a sly little wink.

^O^

A few hours later, Cas was completely finished with his homework. It was hard work knowing that Dean was right outside, looking like he was about to star in a porn while he was in there trying to learn about science stuff. Cas packed his bag up and walked out of the office. Charlie was on the phone. She pointed at the door to his right, mouthing the word shop. Cas knew that's where Dean was. He walked out there and saw two larger guys working on a truck, an Asian guy working on another truck, two more guys working on a car, and then a black guy standing beside Dean, looking at his Prius.

Cas walked up and stood on the other side of Dean. He looked every bit of pornographic as Cas knew he would. They smirked at one another.

"Rufus, this is Cas Novak. Cas, this is Rufus Turner."

Rufus frowned. "This is your Prius?"

Cas felt like he was talking to Dean. "What's wrong with a Prius? They're environmentally friendly," Cas tried to stress the awesomeness of this fact.

"Cars aren't supposed to be environmentally friendly," Rufus said. "Cars are supposed to make you vibrate when you crank 'em up. Cars are supposed to give you the freedom a bird has when he flying through the air. Let Dean take you driving in that piece of American culture he has sitting out front. You'll understand what a car is supposed to be then."

Dean smiled brightly, watching Rufus walk away. "I like Rufus."

Cas wasn't amused. Dean noticed. He cleared his throat. "So, I fixed your brakes and I changed your oil. When was the last time you had that done, anyway? The oil was filthy."

Cas shrugged. "I don't remember."

"Every three thousand miles, Cas. That's what you should be telling me." Dean looked back at the car. "I'll just keep an eye on it," he said more to himself than to Cas.

Cas was sure he should be insulted that Dean didn't think Cas could keep an eye on his own mileage, but when Dean stepped up to the car and started checking other things Cas knew nothing about, Cas couldn't think straight. Watching Dean leaning over his car was definitely a sight to behold. And even though he loved his Prius, he knew watching him leaning over his Impala would be a sight that would definitely turn straight men gay for at least a moment, if not permanently.

Dean stepped away from the car and wiped his hands on his rag. He looked at Cas and saw him looking at him with a kind of goofy grin on his face.

"What?"

"Just imagining sunsets…" Cas said pointedly, hoping Dean would catch the reference from last night.

Dean smirked. He caught it. "If you want to follow your horse back to his house, he'll gladly give you a ride."

Cas looked Dean up and down. "First, my horse needs a bath."

Dean reached up and closed the hood of the Prius. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and took the house key off his key ring. "I'll meet you in the shower in about fifteen minutes?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Cas as he handed it to him.


It's going to be a couple of days before the next chapter. A friend is coming to stay for a couple of days. But... SAM AND JESS, GUYS! I'm excited. ^.^

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