A/N: So sorry for the late update. Life got in the way. Hope none of you lost interest. BIG SHOUT OUT: To Lissie, my beta. You are my spirit animal and I love you for this. Enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 2

The strong hand gripped him firmly, sweeping its fingers expertly over Dean's skin. He arched into the touch with whimpers and pleads. Desire blinded him from anything else and his eyes were locked with Cas'. "Please."

Dean sprung up, cursing. The weekend had been filled with restless nights and dreams of his new nanny. He pushed the covers off of him after he realized that Lisa was already up, the reminder of his dream straining against the fabric of his pants. Making his way to the bathroom, he lets out a frustrated huff. Why was Castiel suddenly the star of his dreams? He didn't even know this man. This MAN. That's what freaked him out the most. He'd lived his life being attracted to women and he'd never had a problem with guys liking other guys, but it was never his thing. Now, suddenly, the only thing that turns him on is the idea of Castiel's hands on him. Of his lips. He shuddered at the desire that washed over him.

The cold water of the shower snapped him from his train of thought and he closed his eyes against it as it ran down his body. He knew that it was no use. He was going to have to take care of this himself but his desperation still drove him into trying the cold-water. He groaned in frustration, finally wrapping his fingers around himself. His strokes were quick and erratic, desperate for a release so he could start his day and try to forget. His head rolled down, tucking his chin into his chest as the familiar burn of a building release started at the pit of his stomach. His mind went to his dream. His hand became Castiel's and his orgasm came swiftly. "Fuck," he moaned as he washed the reminisce of it off of his hand. He finished his morning routine, the shame fading to almost non-existent as he entered the kitchen. He smiled fondly at Ben who was seated at the table with a bowl of cheerios. "Good morning buddy."

Ben looked up and smiled brightly. "Hi daddy! I'm eating cheerios." He states proudly, holding out a dripping spoonful of the cereal. Dean nodded, chuckling as he poured his coffee. "Yeah you are. Are you managing to get some of it into your mouth?"

"Yes," Ben mumbled around his spoon, a glob of cereal falling onto the table.

Dean snorts and looks up from his son at the sound of Lisa's voice from the entryway. "Good morning," she chimed.

He smiled, a ping of guilt surfacing as she crossed the kitchen and kissed his lips. "Good morning. You're in a good mood." She chuckles a little and shrugged, taking Dean's mug out of his hands to sip at the coffee. "I slept really well, I guess." She handed his mug back. "And Castiel starts today."

Dean nods, clearing his throat and taking a sip of the coffee. His eyes fall from her gaze and he shuffles his feet. "Oh yeah," he murmured softly, his lips still pressing into his coffee cup.

Lisa didn't seem to notice his behavior, and if she had then she didn't let on to it because she moved past him toward Ben. "You still have the morning off, right? To show him the house and routine and stuff?" She asked, kissing Ben on the head.

Dean's stomach turned at the reminder. Shit. He had agreed to be the one to stay behind on the first day before they had hired anyone, knowing that Lisa's job wasn't as forgiving about missed mornings. He set the coffee cup down and nodded, trying to keep his face neutral. "Yeah. Bobby is working this morning. No one ever comes into the shop on Monday's anyway."

Being around Castiel was going to be awkward. Those were the facts and Dean was just going to have to accept it. He wasn't attracted to this man, he wasn't in love with this man, he hardly knew this man and yet he was the star of Dean's dreams as of late and that was awkward. His idea is that perhaps, after some time has gone by, the dreams will go back to the anonymous person. Perhaps once he got to know Castiel, once they formed a working relationship, it would change. That would make his life so much easier.

The morning routine goes by quickly and Lisa is out the door for work before Dean can finish his breakfast. Ben is seated on the couch, his eyes wide and interested as he watches some cartoon about an explorer and her monkey on the TV, and Dean is just about to sit with him after finishing his cereal when the door bell rings. Trying to ignore the turning in his stomach, he goes to answer it. Castiel stands in the doorway, a smile on his face and coffee in his hand. Dean smiles back, a bit forced, and steps aside. "Good morning, come on in."

Castiel nods, still smiling as he steps into the house. "Hello, Mr. Winchester. Good seeing you again."

"You can call me Dean." He responds automatically, ushering the man into the living room. "And this," He declares as they reach the back of the couch, his hand landing on his sons head. "is my son. He's in a cartoon induced coma right now."

Castiel chuckled, nodding as his eyes go from the boy to the TV. "Dora will do that to you."

Ben looks up when he hears another voice, his eyebrows raised. "Do you like Dora too?" his tone was one of shock, as if an adult knowing this cartoon was beyond him.

Castiel smirked, nodding. "You know what though? I think Boots is my favorite character."

Ben smiles at that, his eyes going back to the TV. Dean watched the exchange in fascination, his nerves slowly burning away. His trepidation about hiring this man was burning along with it. "Well, looks like Mr. Novak knows his stuff." He pointed out, amused.

Castiel snorted, looking back up at Dean. "Are you kidding? I'm pretty sure I've seen every episode at least twice."

Dean gives him a sympathetic smile, and then heads toward the kitchen. "Come on, I'll show you around while he gets his morning fix."

They spend the better part of the morning walking around the house. Lisa had left a list of things Dean was to show Castiel while he was here and they went through them together. Ben joined them half way through, showing Castiel all of his favorite toys when they reached his room. "Do you want to do a puzzle Mister Castiel?"

Castiel smiled, sitting on the floor in front of a small table that Bed used to play on. "You know what, Ben? Puzzles are my favorite thing to do."

After the walk through they ended up back in the kitchen, and Dean found himself feeling ten times better than he had this morning. "You're pretty impressive, Mr. Novak. You seem to have a knack with children."

Castiel shrugs a bit sheepishly, leaning back against a counter. "So I've been told. I guess we just have a mutual understanding. And call me Castiel. Unless you want me to go back to Mr. Winchester."

Dean cocked an eyebrow, trying to determine if he detected sarcasm in his tone. "Fair enough," he says with a chuckle.

Dean stays for lunch, but quickly realizes he isn't needed. Ben has taken to Castiel almost immediately, talking his ear off all the way through their PB and J's. Dean watches in fascination, his eyes moving from his sons to Castiel as they discuss the benefits of swimming in the summer. "And, you know what else Mister Castiel?"

Castiel's eyebrows rose and Dean didn't know how he could fake interest so sincerely. The only answer was that he wasn't. "What's that, Ben?"

"If we go swimming, I'll share my goggles with you. That way you can see underwater. Your eyes won't sting or anything." Ben smiles brightly, proud of the idea of sharing.

After lunch Dean lets Castiel read Ben a book and soon after he is asleep. Dean was leaning against the doorframe, shaking his head. "He never falls asleep that fast," he whispered once they were in the hall.

Castiel shrugged, smiling. "Beginners luck."

They head down to the living room, Dean grabbing his wallet and keys. "Well then, I guess I'll leave you two for the rest of the day. Lisa should be home before me, since I missed the morning."

Dean's hand sticks out automatically, and Castiel takes it. The contact is brief, but Dean is acutely aware of it. It's still contact. "I'm glad we hired you, Castiel. You're very impressive."

Castiel's face turns a light shade of red. "Just doing my job."

With that Dean leaves. He spends all day at the shop, willing his mind to focus on the car. He comes home as dinner is finishing up and goes through the nightly routine. And in bed, as he slips into sleep, the idea of dreaming about Castiel is briefly okay. He almost let himself get excited about it. The last thing he thinks before slipping into unconsciousness is, "this is not good."