"Pittsburgh," said Cas.

"Yeah."

"Have you been here before?"

"Nope."

Dean headed through the train station with his hands in his pockets, looking around carefully. Cas followed. It was a strange city, mostly grey and green with many people.

"Do you know where it is you are going?" Cas asked.

"Yeah, kinda. Look…"

Dean stopped walking then took out a piece of paper from his floppy jacket and spread it open against a nearby wall. He flattened it and pointed while Cas peered over his shoulder.

"That is directions," said Cas.

"Duh."

"This is where we are going?"

"Yep. Says to take a bus up this way and walk two miles."

"It sounds simple."

"We'll see."

He shoved the directions in his jacket once more and continued to walk. Cas still followed close behind.

"You just gonna tail me like that?" Dean asked snarkily.

"Tail you?"

"Yeah, following me and what not."

They walked through a big archway and were out on the street. It was way downtown Pittsburgh and everything way cloudy and grey. People traffic rushed by busily but Cas and Dean just stood there, looking around, two young boys lost in a world of mystery.

"I have no place to go," said Cas, a little sadly.

"Well," Dean began. He puffed out his thin chest to make himself look bigger beneath his oversized jacket, and a faraway face was put on. "You can follow me on the bus until my stop, but then I gotta let you go."

"Why is that?"

"My life ain't easy."

"Your life? What is difficult about your life?

Dean looked at Cas seriously and stared. One eyebrow rose up high and his freckly cheeks sucked in. "I can't have stragglers like you getting in the way of my business."

"Business?"

"Yeah, you know."

"No, I don't. What is your business?"

Dean thinned his lips and leaned close to Cas, then whispered "Petty crime. Picking pockets and stuff." Cas backed off. He looked shocked but concerned and said nothing. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

The American boy kicked at the ground and started to walk again, looking for a bus stop. There was a sigh up ahead marked as such and he waited there. At first Cas hesitated, but then he folded his arms and ran up behind Dean, who immediately turned around and stared at him.

"What now?" he asked. Cas shrugged.

"I will follow you until the stop, then I will…let go."

Dean didn't answer, instead he just looked at the ground and made a sour face. Cas relaxed his arms to his sides and stood there beside Dean, also looking down. He peered at the freckled boy a few times and mimicked his face.

"Dean?"

"What."

"What happened to your father?"

"He uh," Dean exhaled slowly. "He was gonna rob this—"

Before Dean could finished, the bus they needed pulled up to the curb. He stopped talking and pointed it out, then queued up with Cas behind him. There was a big crowd getting off, and one tall young guy, but not nearly as young as the boys, jumped off quickly and smacked right into Dean.

"HEY!" Dean shouted.

"The fuck is your problem, kid?" the guy responded, rather aggressively. Dean stood his ground and clenched his fist.

"Don't go pushin' into me, okay?!" Dean huffed, but the other guy just laughed. "What's funny!?"

"You. You're funny, little bastard. Get outta my way."

Now the guy took his palm and smacked Dean square in the chest, pushing his very hard so that he fell back.

Cas glared at the man. He suddenly ran at him full force and slammed his body into the guy's gut. He let out a loud choke of air and hugged his stomach.

"DAMN!" the weird guy yelled.

"This man is assaulting us!" Cas started to scream, quickly gaining the attention of passerbys. "He is hurting my friend!"

A couple people stepped in and pulled the young man away from the boys, and a few tried to talk to Cas but he resisted. Instead he ran to Dean and helped him off of the ground.

"Are you injured?" Cas asked. Dean retracted from the boy's grip slightly.

"I-I'm fine," he said. Then he looked up at Cas and asked, "Why'dja do that?"

Cas shrugged simply. "I am not sure. It seemed appropriate."

"What's wrong?" a mumbled, groggy Dean asks in the middle of the night. Everything in the bedroom is completely quiet and black.

"I'm struggling to fall asleep," Cas answers. When Dean turns over in bed he feels that Cas is sitting up with his back to the head board. He touches Cas' arm gently and strokes it.

"Any reason?"

Cas whispers, "no."

"Aww, Cas…come here." Dean tugs lightly at his arm and Cas lazily flops down to his level. They embrace just softly and Dean kisses into his neck. A little distress lingers in Cas' demeanor, even though he closes his eyes and turns into the kiss. "Princess, what's up?"

Cas groans uncomfortably as he shifts against Dean's body. "I'm struggling to fall asleep, I have told you."

"I'm kinda worried about you."

"Why?"

"I dunno. Feel worried."

"There is no reason to worry." Cas sighs slightly and smiles as Dean keeps kissing his neck. Uneasy mumbles slowly roll up and out into soft, wanton moans. Dean cups his hand onto Cas' shoulder and pulls him closer, stroking the flesh and squeezing it just enough to dig his fingernails in. Cas curves his back slightly and bites his lower lip. "Dean," he whispers.

"Think being a little naughty will make you feel better? Help ya sleep?"

"No," Cas says.

"But—"

"Dean, sex cannot solve everything."

Dean frowns mightily but doesn't let off from the neck before him. His tongue still whips out and licks over Cas' skin, but the blue-eyed beauty just huffs delicately and shifts his shoulders.

"It's not that I don't want sex," Cas explains. "But it will not improve my mood."

"Could getcha to sleep," Dean suggests with a disappointed grunt. His fingers rub circular motions over the round of Cas' shoulder.

"I find that unlikely."

"How come?" Dean asks as he lets off of Cas' body and sits up. His partner is so far away right now. "Cas? What's wrong?"

Cas' back turns to Dean and he assumes a fetal position, staring forward blankly into the pitch black room. Dean rattles him by the arm just slightly. "Babe?" he asks in a gruff whisper.

"Lately I find myself thinking over our past," Cas says.

"Uh, okay. And?"

A stiff sigh and Cas continues; "My best observations show that it's always your behavior getting us in trouble. No matter what life throws at us, you inevitably do something to ruin it, whether it be running your mouth or going to the wrong place. I…"

Cas stops right when Dean's hand lets go of his arm. The sandy haired man retracts completely at folds up on his side, facing away from Cas so that they're back to back and with room to spare in between.

"Oh, Dean," Cas whispers softly. "I'm sorry."

Grumpy Dean groans and states, "This is why I won't marry you."

"What?"

"This is why I won't marry you!"

Cas' breathing holds up and his chest grows tight. As his lips thin, his brow furrows and his heart drops just a bit. "D-Dean…" is all he can manage to say.

"You think everything is my fault," Dean says. "No matter what I do to make this work, you turn around and say I'm ruining it. Like you're so perfect."

"But Dean, I…"

"Goodnight, Cas."

Dean says nothing more and leaves Cas awake in the darkness. He clings to himself and cries silently as the night rolls on.

Morning comes and Dean shoots awake when the alarm goes off. He sits up in bed suddenly and gropes around to the right, feeling empty space.

"Cas?"

The lamp on the nightstand comes on and Dean, rubbing his eyes, looks around the room. Empty bed, empty room. The bathroom door is open and it's dark inside.

"Cas?"

So Dean gets up and groggily shuffles out of the bedroom. The hall is all dark but at the end, Cas' work room has a ribbon of light beneath the door. Dean goes to it and knocks softly.

"Cas? You in there?"

"Yes," Cas answers. And what a relief! A wave of peace rushes over Dean's body in an instant and he opens the door. Cas is sitting as his desk in the usual straight-backed, uppity intellectual way (he doesn't realize it makes him look like a jerk) and going over some papers that are scattered in neat piles. Then he looks over his shoulder momentarily and asks, "What?"

"Just happy to see you," says Dean. He takes a few steps inside the room until he's right behind Cas, then he leans down and puts both of his hands onto his partner's shoulders. He kisses the top of his head.

"I'm sorry about last night," Cas says. He leans back into Dean's embrace. "I was wrong to say that about you."

"It's okay," Dean replies, still kissing. His lips go from the soft nest of dark hair down across his ear, then jaw, then Dean squats down almost and gets into the neck. He nibbles and licks the tender skin and Cas lets out a low moan. "Make up sex?" Dean asks devilishly.

"It doesn't seem as intimate if you must announce it beforehand," says Cas.

"Sorry," Dean apologizes in an instant. "Guess I'll just act on it instead."

His palms suddenly jut out onto Cas' shoulders and slam him down to the desk, then Dean stands up and moves the chair out from underneath him. Cas has to get to his feet now and once that's accomplished, Dean lets off his shoulders with one hand and forcibly pulls down his pants.

"Stay there," Dean whispers, his voice growing hotter and hotter with increasing arousal. Cas clings tightly to his desk, keeping one cheek pressed flat against the top and his tensed hands on either side of his face.

Dean leans over behind him and runs his palms over Cas' smooth ass, dropping his pants to the floor. Dean's hands lightly grip the round skin and pull it apart just enough to expose Cas' tight hole, which Dean instantly presses his face into.

Cas lets out a loud, shrill cry of pleasure the moment Dean's moist tongue runs over his hole, tickling and teasing with the tip. His fingers grip Cas' cheeks tighter and his rolls his tongue in soft circles. Cas' body shakes. He groans and whimpers, biting his lower lip. Then Dean dips inside the hole momentarily and Cas convulses. He penetrates with his tongue several times and also presses his lips around it, kissing just a bit. Then with a wet smack!, Dean pulls away and gets to his feet.

"How's that, huh?" He asks, but all Cas can do is try to look back at him and moan. "Okay, okay. You're ready but I'm not."

A little, stiff and slightly angry nod from Cas as he reaches his shaky arm over the desk to a tub of Vaseline, which he barely manages to toss back at Dean. Either way, Dean does get it and he pops the top, pulls down his fly, whips out his throbbing cock and begins to rub it with ample jelly, all the while Cas twitches on the desk, desperate for penetration.

"Here we go, you ready? Hm?" Dean taunts, tossing the closed tub of Vaseline back onto the desk with a thud. Cas just nods. He nods and nods, shaking his ass just briefly. Dean growls to himself and puts a hand onto Cas' backside, spreading the cheeks just enough to get his dick in there. The slimy shaft pushes through and touches the hole, immediately causing Cas to arch his back and moan slowly. Then Dean gently eases inside, feeling the round muscles tense and tighten around his thick cock.

"Deeaaan," Cas moans, crinkling papers up with his hands. His eyes are closed and his forehead purses together needily. Dean's dick slides deeper and deeper inside, starting to thrust and piston with great strides of depth.

"You gonna apologize for talking trash last night?" Dean moans in a question. Cas nods. "Apologize, princess."

Cas rocks his ass back to Dean with each thrust, crying out desperately. "I-I'm sorry, Dean."

A wicked smile, surrounded by loud huffs of sweating and straining, grows on Dean's face as his claps both hands to Cas' waist. His nails dig into the skin just a bit and he starts to fuck Cas harder.

"Not a very—unngg-not a very good apology, babe," Dean huffs.

"I'm sorry, Dean!" Cas cries out.

"Not good enough," Dean grunts. Now he leans over his partner more, still humping with strong, fast thrusts, and puts one hand down on his shoulder to pin him against the desk more, then his other hand reaches to his head and grabs his hair hard. A few soft, dark tufts come into Dean's hand as his fingers scratch across Cas' scalp. The fucking gets furious and he grabs his hair quite hard, slamming him to the desk with such vigor that it creaks and cracks loudly.

"I'M SO-OORRY!" Cas screams wickedly. Sweat runs down his face, which is forced to look up as Dean grabs his hair. His neck is crunched backwards so his voice comes out even hoarser than normal. "DEAAN! I'M SORRY!"

Dean's groans escalate even louder now, huffing and puffing as his body slams into Cas. His dick throbs from the base and he delivers one last blow. A deep, bitter moan rolls from his throat, then he bares his teeth and sucks in a sharp whiff of air. Cas cries out desperately as his ass is filled with a hot load. Then Dean finally lets go of his head, eases off the pressure and collapses against Cas' back. His arms run around his hips and he squeezes their sticky bodies together. Dean's face lays on Cas' shoulder and he smiles, but all Cas can do is catch his breath and moan softly.

"Apology…" Dean gasps between breathes. "Accepted…"