"This? Here?"

"Yeah, seems like it."

Dean took Cas down a long, underground passageway and stopped at a door where he brandished two keys and clicked both locks open. They stepped inside a dark, musty room and Dean flicked on a light. A hallway with several doors was illuminated.

"Interesting," Cas remarked quietly as he took a few cautious steps inside. Dean walked by quickly. "You have been here before?"

"Nah. Well, not for a really, really long time."

"I see."

Dean started opening doors and peeking inside. "No, no," he kept saying to himself.

"What are you looking for?" Cas asked. He followed Dean and parroted his actions. There was a study, a kitchen, a dining room.

"Bed," Dean answered sternly. "I'm beat, man."

"I understand," Cas said with a nod. They got to the end of the hallway and Dean disappeared into one of the doors. Cas furrowed his brow and followed. "There is only one bedroom," he said.

Dean shuddered. "I guess," he said quietly, looking around the room. It obviously hadn't been touched for some time. There was a lot of dust but few things for it to collect on. Dean looked at the ground and frowned just a bit, then he glanced at Cas and sighed. "You can have the bed," he said.

"Thank you, Dean," Cas answered with a shy nod. "But where will you sleep?"

"There was a sofa in that other room," Dean said. He rolled his shoulders and went to leave.

"Are you positive in that decision?" Cas asked. He looked at Dean with soft eyes and a sad mouth.

"Y-yeah," Dean said. "I'm used to sleeping in the back seats a' cars anyway, so it's fine. You can have the bed. I'll uh, I'll see you in the morning."

"If you want the bed, please ask," Cas said. Dean nodded and said nothing more as he left the room, closing the door almost the entire way. Cas made a weak face and turned to his new bed. This was the first room he ever had. It would have felt special but the general uncomfortableness of his life was too overwhelming.

He stripped down out of his dirty clothes until he was only in beat up boxers and a tank top. His thin physique had yet to really boom, despite puberty's arrival. Before he got in bed, he knelt down by the bedside, folded his hands together and muttered words of Russian. Outside of the bedroom door, Dean was huddled in a pile and listening to Cas. He obviously didn't understand a word of it but the hushed "amin" at the end suggested it might be a prayer.

After he finished, Cas climbed up onto the mattress and huddled beneath the covers. The room turned pitch black once the lamp was off. It was almost scary, but not as scary as wondering what his life would be like now. He wondered where his mother was and, if she was still alive, where she was sleeping that night. He wondered what his new friend was going to do and how they would survive in Pittsburgh.

Closing his eyes was useless; sleep wouldn't come. He tossed and turned for a long time, crackling over the stiff sheets as his limber body writhed with discomfort.

Then a little squealing sound was in the room and he stopped moving. It was hard to tell where it came from, but after a few soft footprints shuffled inside it was clearly just Dean.

"You are having difficulty sleeping as well," Cas muttered. He heard Dean sigh and walk closer.

"I guess I'm a little overwhelmed," Dean hummed.

"I feel similar," Cas said.

There was a moment of silence, then the sheets pulled back and the bed rocked just a bit. Cas rolled to the source of movement and tried to look, but the room was so damned dark he couldn't make Dean out at all. Instead he put a hand out and lightly touched Dean's arm. He must have been laying on his back.

"It is very dark," Cas stated in a mere whisper.

"Yeah," Dean answered, speaking just as softly. "We'll get used to it, I guess."

"It is very lonely. Have you always been this lonely?"

"I told you, I had my dad."

"I forget, I'm sorry."

"It's…okay." Dean's voice grew a bit stiff but fell as he exhaled.

"I'm sorry you have no one now."

"Well," Dean said, shifting uncomfortably. "I have you."

Cas nodded. He smiled in the darkness and leaned closer to Dean, hugging him and putting his face on his chest. Dean wrapped his arms around his new friend and smiled, too.

Cas stands in the kitchen with his backside propped against the counter, holding a glass of wine in his hand and a sour look on his face. It's late and a certain someone has been gone for a very long time. He stares down into the glass and takes a bitter sip, thinning his lips and making a disgruntled expression. Before he can mutter to himself how disappointed he is, the front door rattles open and Dean comes in. "Babe?" he calls out.

"Kitchen..."

Dean rounds the corner and walks up to Cas with a big smile. He puts a kiss on his cheek and nuzzles him with his nose. "Sorry," he says.

Cas sighs tightly and asks, "Where were you?"

"Out. I told ya."

"And where is that?" Cas asks, looking down at his wine glass. He takes another sip and keeps his vision focused there.

"Doing some favors, running some errands. I ain't cheating on you or anything if that's what you're thinking."

"I never said that," says Cas. Dean tries to kiss him again but he backs away.

"Babe, come on. Why are you being so hostile?"

Cas finishes his drink and places the empty glass on the counter. His arms retract and he folds them tightly, leaving a confused Dean standing there awkwardly.

"I was worried," Cas mutters.

"Why?" asks Dean.

"I was worried something happened. You realize that it is dangerous whenever we leave the safe house."

"Yeah I know. But I was fine, princess." Dean tries to smile and takes Cas' face in his hand. Cas doesn't resist but instead closes his eyes and breathes out heavily once. "Don't worry about me, okay?"

"You know that I always will," Cas sighs.

"Yeah, I know. And I love that about you, but it makes me feel bad. I'm taking care of business and that's a good thing." Dean smiles at him more but Cas just frowns and looks away from him. "Maybe a little more wine? C'mon."

Cas rolls his eyes. "Perhaps," he agrees quietly and goes back to his glass. Dean comes around the side and snatches up the open bottle, pours more for Cas and then kisses his cheek real gentle.

"Put some faith in me, okay?" Dean asks teasingly, but Cas doesn't think it's very funny. "Anyway, if you really wanna know, I met up with this guy, right?"

"Guy? What guy?" Cas asks, his eyes flaring up with a mix of anger and fear.

"Chill, chill," Dean coaxes. "A guy who can help us on our next haul, right?"

"Who is he?"

"An inside source. Gonna give us the hook up. I've got great leads from him."

Cas glares at Dean angrily and nearly drops his wine glass. "Suddenly it is appropriate to have an outside source?" he gasps. "Hasn't that always been a rule for us to avoid?"

"Well uh, yeah," Dean says, biting his lower lip momentarily as his thoughts try to scramble. "But I mean, every rule needs an exception. This is really great for us."

"How did you meet this guy? What is his name?"

"Through my connections, and he says his name is Crowley."

"Crowley? Oh, that's a good sign. Of course. Sure."

Cas finishes off what's left in his glass and replaces it on the counter. His arms return to being folded and he keeps staring at Dean, who looks a little worried.

"You won't be angry when you see what he's got for us," Dean says.

"What is it?"

Now Dean forms a small smile on his face as he takes a few slow steps over to the counter, where he then puts his back to it just like Cas and stands alongside him. He takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and pops one in his mouth.

"It's great. Do you want one?" Dean offers to Cas but it is declined. "Suit yourself. But anyway, there's a bank being relocated in two nights, okay? And he knows when and where it's going down. While the shit is being moved there should be a little pocket of time where we can infiltrate the load if we play our cards right."

"That is foolishly impossible," Cas says stiffly. A very disappointed frown appears and he doesn't even look at Dean.

"What?"

"That is money being moved. It will be monitored consistently. Do you actually believe we will have a 'pocket of time' to take it?"

"Well yeah, Crowley explained it to me better and it totally makes sense." Dean blows a long line of smoke out of his nose and glances upwards.

"So you're going to trust some stranger's opinion over mine?" Cas asks snappily. Dean sighs real loud.

"No," he says, shaking his head. "But this guy knows what he's doing and you just…you just gotta talk to him, okay?"

"Why don't you just marry him?" Cas sneers.

"Oh come on!" Dean yells. He snuffs his cigarette out into one of many ashtrays on the counter then snatches Cas by the arm. Getting in his face intensely but still with much care he says, "I'm not interested in this guy like that, okay? You're my number one boy always."

Cas won't look at Dean. He frowns and pouts. "You'll commit to this guy's plan before you think about committing to me."

"Babe…"

"Don't 'babe' me, it won't work."

"Cas…" Dean takes Cas' cheek in his hand and touches his softly, looking sad. "Trust me on this one, will ya?"

"It's difficult to," Cas admits, turning his face into Dean's cheek and closing his eyes ever so softly.

"Just try, okay?"

"I will…"

"That's a good boy," Dean says and kisses Cas on the lips. They touch and pop softly as Dean closes his eyes, tilting his head into the kiss to get deeper. Then Cas slips his arms around Dean's shoulders and sighs as the kiss intensifies. Their breathing grows heavy and Cas moans a few times, giving Dean the signal to progress, so he grabs his partner around the waist and hoists him up onto the kitchen counter. Then the kiss is broken and Dean whispers, "I wanna pump you so full of cum that it bubbles out your mouth."

Cas sighs and says nothing, then Dean spreads his legs and starts to undo his pants. He has to sit up briefly so they can come off, then he's bottomless and plops back down. Dean takes his dick out, throbbing and growing quickly then pokes it up between Cas' cheeks.

"D-Dean," Cas moans.

"Hm?"

"I'm not sure…"

Teasing slowly, Dean rubs the head of his dick against Cas' hole, staring at him. "What's wrong?"

"You know what's wrong," Cas replies quickly. He narrows his eyes and looks down at their genitals. "Just…don't commit to anything with this Crowley fellow until I have met him."

"Sure thing, babe," Dean says. His behavior shifts from aggressively sexual to a more compassionate sort of calmness. He lets off of his dick and cups both hands around Cas' cheeks, holding him softly and blinking slowly as he gazes into the blue orbs. "Don't worry, okay? You worry too much."

"It is in my nature, I suppose," Cas says. Their noses touch.

"Just let me fuck you."

Cas sighs. "I don't know, Dean."

"What? But you…what?"

"I'm not exactly 'feeling it'," Cas admits, sighing once more and glancing at his deflating erection. Dean looks disappointed.

"But you were totally ready just a second ago!" Dean barks.

"I'm sorry, Dean. This is just very difficult for me to fathom."

Dean smiles and lowers down enough so that his face goes between Cas' legs. "How 'bout I just take care of you? Don't worry about me."

Cas presses his lips together but allows his knees to fall apart further. "I suppose," he says in a quiet voice. "If that's what you want…"

"I wanna fuck you," Dean grumbles. He takes Cas' dick between his fingers and lightly strokes it. "But I don't wanna make you mad or anything."

"I'm not mad," Cas sighs. "I'm just frustrated that you have found a third wheel in our 'business.'"

"It's gonna be fine, I told you. No worries babe, okay?" Dean looks up at Cas briefly and smiles, then sticks out his tongue and runs it over the tip of his dick. Cas suddenly arcs his back and sucks in a sharp breath of air.

"D-Dean," he moans, biting his lower lip.

"That? You like that?" Dean taunts, gazing up at his partner with a grin that nearly destroys the erotic atmosphere, but he laps his tongue over the head of Cas' dick and causes it to throb and convulse, replenishing the vibe. Cas cries out and grasps Dean's head with both hands.

"Oh, Dean," Cas gasps. "Dean…"

"Feeling better?"

"Yes."

"Can I fuck you?"

Cas nods slowly and Dean gets back to his feet. He wraps his arms around his shoulders and starts to kiss him, gentle and first but it quickly builds up in ferocity. Cas' hands reach out and grasp the collar of Dean's shirt, tugging at the fabric in desperation as his carnal needs overwhelm his actions. As their lips entwine, smacking and popping between high, breath Cas moans and throaty Dean grunts, the embrace tighter.

"Fuck me," Cas whispers when they have a brief pause between kisses.

"You want it now, huh?" Dean replies just as quietly but with a more gravely and amused intonation. Cas doesn't answer and just nods. He nods and hooks his legs around Dean's waist, then Dean puts his face into the crook of Cas' neck and runs long, hot strokes with his tongue across the flesh. Cas whimpers and rolls his head back, clutching Dean's shirt more.

"J-just fuck me," Cas moans. Dean nods against his neck and lets his hands run down to his crotch. He takes Cas' cheeks in both hands and spreads them, popping his dick back in between them so that the helmet pushes hard against the hole.

"I need to lube you up," Dean whispers.

"There is no lube here."

"Anything, give me anything."

Cas releases Dean's collar from the grip of one hand and reaches backwards to the counter, groping around blindly for 'anything' to help out. The first thing he touches is the butter dish, so he slides off the lid, lifts a dollop onto his index finger then brings it around to Dean's hands. He slides it down to their crotches and transfers it to Dean's finger, which willingly takes it then spreads it around on Cas' asshole and his own cock.

"That works," says Dean, starting to breath heavier now. His hand slips around the shaft of his dick a few times to get it nice and slathered with butter, then he grips it as best as he can and starts to penetrate Cas.

"Ahh!" Cas shouts the moment his partner enters. That pinch of pain shoots through him then he settles around the dick and begins thrust back against Dean's waist. Their bodies press together and Dean groans loudly.

"Caaaas."

"Oh, Dean. Dean!"

Now Cas' arms wrap around Dean's shoulders and pull him close, clutching and grabbing as they grind and meld their hips together. The tight ring of muscle throbs and hugs Dean's cock, causing the whole shaft to pulsate intensely. Dean pants and groans, pressing his forehead against Cas' cheek as his mouth hangs open, wetting and biting his lips occasionally.

The thrusting builds up and quickens. Each pounding that Dean delivers into Cas' tight ass creates loud, wanton screams between the two of them. Their hands grab, squeeze, clutch and rip into each other's clothing so intensely as the fucking heats up. The kitchen counter rattles and thumps with their hot love making.

"I'm close," Dean whispers as he gasps. His dick rubs Cas raw, faster and faster as it thickens with blood, nearing climax.

Cas shivers against Dean's body and moans into his ear, "fill me."

With a slight nod, Dean works his core harder and really slams Cas hard. He rails his ass with intense vigor then suddenly screams loud, shooting his thick load within him.

"CAASS!" Dean yells. "FUUUCK!"

Meanwhile Cas clings to Dean's back and whimpers from the sensation. His toes curl and he looks Dean in the eyes, staring and catching his breath.

"Baabbyy," Dean gasps. "Fuuck."

"Oh, puppy," Cas moans softly. The heat weakens and their bodies slow down. "That was good."

"Told ya," Dean says. He slowly eases out of Cas' ass, dribbling his hot cum on the countertop and also the floor. "Sex always helps."

"Mmm," Cas agrees, but his sour disposition seems to be returning. Dean doesn't pick up on it at first, but when he gets his pants back together and steps away from the counter, seeing Cas still plopped there and looking down, he frowns.

"What's wrong, babe?" Dean asks.

"I don't know," Cas admits. He sighs softly and stays seated.

"I thought that was good for you?"

"It was. It was very enjoyable. Thank you."

"Babe…"

Cas glances at Dean briefly then sighs once more. "Let's go to bed and forget about it. Is that fair?"

"S-sure," Dean says, trying to smile.

He has another cigarette before heading to get cleaned up for the night, then Cas finally comes in and they snuggle together in bed. Cas lays on his side and Dean hugs him from behind, putting a few kisses on his neck from time to time. They're both quite sleepy now.

"I'm sorry," Cas says quietly.

"'Bout what, princess?"

"Moodiness."

"It's cool. I think I know you good enough to expect it. Just trust me on Crowley, okay?"

"I'll try."

"You'll meet him and feel great about it. This is gonna be a fantastic job for us." Dean's hand slides down Cas' waist and arm, where he entwines their fingers and squeezes lightly. "I promise. It's gonna be great."

Cas smiles weakly to himself and closes his eyes. "I trust you," he whispers.