A loud noise. A wrong move. His heart skips several beats and suddenly Cas shoots awake. He's still curled up on his side and Dean is hugging him securely against his chest, but there's sweat running down Cas' forehead and he's almost choking from nervousness.

"Dean," he whispers, not exactly to tell his partner anything, but he just needs to hear his voice to confirm the dream is over.

"Uhh…" Dean groans as he comes out of his sleep. "Huh?" With a satisfied smile, Cas squeezes Dean's hands and closes his eyes gently. "What is it, babe?"

"Nothing," says Cas.

"Sure? You're really warm."

"A bad dream. That is all."

"Mm. Okay. Try to go back to sleep."

"Trying," Cas says with a sigh. His finger tangle around Dean's and he tries to settle back into a deep slumber but it's nearly impossible. The images of that dream won't fade.

"He's trustworthy…"

"Wait, Dean. Don't…"

"It's fine…"

BANG…

The sound of the gunshot, though simulated in the dream sequence and heard nowhere else, rings and rings endlessly in Cas' head. He has to turn around to face Dean and hugs him tightly.

"What's wrong?" Dean asks. He nuzzles into Cas' neck and kisses him a few times.

"Just a bad dream," Cas repeats, weaker and sadder this time. He's almost desperate as he clings.

"Baby," Dean sighs. A hand cups around Cas' cheek and he brings him in for a soft kiss. "Tell me."

"I would rather not," Cas says, causing Dean to make a small noise of protest.

"I don't want you to be sad."

"I know."

"Try to sleep, okay?"

"Trying…" Cas tries to find comfort against Dean's body and he eventually falls asleep until morning.

It's early and he wakes to an absent Dean. After the night's wicked dream, this really startles Cas and he jumps up out of bed. "Dean?!" he calls out.

"Yeah?"

Ah…he's over in his room. Cas breathes a sigh of relief and goes out into the hallway. Yep. His room's light is on and the door is ajar.

"I was worried," says Cas.

"Why?"

He comes inside the room and finds Dean sitting against the long table, polishing a gun with a cigarette in his mouth. It seems he hasn't even been bothered to get dressed. If Cas wasn't so worried he'd find that naked Dean to be extremely appealing.

"Why are you in here so early?" Cas asks.

"Why didn't you answer my question, babe?" Dean takes his eyes off the gun momentarily to look up at Cas. "You're being weird."

"I'm a little high strung currently, that is all," Cas admits. He takes a few steps closer to Dean then sits down on the floor in a little pile.

"You have any idea why?"

"Bad dreams."

Cas lightly grabs onto one of Dean's legs then lets his head rest against him. He closes his eyes, stroking the strong calf muscles, and tries to smile. It's comfortable with Dean but how long will it last?

"You need some better juice before you go to bed, princess," says Dean. He finishes one gun, lays it on the table and then takes up another. "More whiskey, I bet."

"Alcohol won't fix everything," Cas states like a prude. He turns to put his chin on the top of Dean's knee and looks up at him. "Are we meeting this Crowley fellow today?"

"Yeah."

Cement is in Cas' stomach at the sound of that word. He lurches forward slightly, sickened by the memory of that dream, and clings to Dean's leg more. "It's a bad idea, puppy."

"No it ain't. It's fine. I thought you said you trusted me?"

"I…do…but…"

"But nothing. Just trust me."

Freckles snuffs out his cigarette into a ceramic ashtray and tousles Cas' messy hair with that free hand. A naughty little grin comes over his face all of the sudden.

"What?" Cas asks, still glancing up at his partner.

"You know what'd be hot?" Dean asks in response. He keeps cleaning the gun, biting a bit of tongue between his teeth. "If you sucked me off right now."

"That's what you would like?"

"Babe, that's always what I'd like."

In an attempt to forget about his possible premonition, Cas nestles in between Dean's knees, spreading the legs a bit so that his face comes right up to the penis. He takes the shaft in his hand and lightly jerks it off.

"Mmm…like that…" deep groans built up in Dean's throat. He keeps working at the gun but also grunting softly. Cas opens up his mouth and brings the head of Dean's cock right inside, sucking lightly and applying a wet tongue. "Unnggg…"

He grips the base tight, pulling upwards to help blood flow and get a nice hard on growing. Dribbles of precum start to bead out and Cas sucks them up. Dean's hips rotate in time with the thrusting hand.

"Keep going baby, keep going," Dean coos once Cas takes more into his mouth. He sucks hard and lowers his lips down the shaft, pushing and pushing until the entire length is deep within him. Dean's loud moans roar into the small room. He has to put the gun aside because it just feels too damned good. His hands go to the back of Cas' head and grab his hair. Soft clumps of dark run between his fingers and he pushes his partner down on his cock harder. His hips meet Cas every time he pistons his mouth to the base.

"So good, princess. Ahhh, that's good."

Cas slurps at the thick cock more, working his tongue vigorously along the firm flesh. Saliva has the whole thing nice and slick and it slides and squirts around in his mouth so well.

"Caaaas…" Dean grunts, thrusting up into his lover's mouth. Cas happily obliges and takes every motion thrown on him, eyes shut, wearing a face of great focus. He works at the thick cock with delightful intensity. "Let me fuck you, baby."

Now Cas opens his lids and looks up. Big, wide eyes gaze at Dean silently as he contemplates having sex or not.

"C'mon…"

The dark haired man slows his sucking with a pensive face.

"You know you want it…"

"Mmm," Cas hums. He slips the wet dick out from his mouth, licks his lips and keeps staring up at Dean. "I suppose I can't argue with that."

"Good."

Dean grapples Cas by the shoulders and he stands then turns him around, slams his against the table and gets right behind him. Cas lets out a noise of struggle as this happens. Both of Dean's hands go onto Cas' cheeks temporarily as he dips down to let his tongue run in between. Just for a little bit he licks the tight hole, digging his face snug into the ass. His tongue, hot and moist, tickles Cas in small circles around the muscle before pushing inside gently. Cas' hands try in desperation to hold onto the table but they just slid across the wood. He crumbles onto his arms, moaning out in raspy, desperate cries.

"Like that?" A whisper manages to crawl out of Dean's mouth between laps. He reaches to a drawer on the desk and fumbles around for a bottle of lubricant (they've found that every room needs to have some). Cas responds with a whimper and Dean immediately follows up with, "Want my dick?"

"Y-yes…"

"Heh. Alright."

So Dean stands up now and props himself behind his lover. He slathers some cool lubricant across his dick, pumping briefly to keep the raging hard on going. With a few tender strokes, he lets his fingertips glide over Cas' ass cheeks, up along his back and to his shoulders where he can hold on. Cas looks back at him through narrow, seductive, longing eyes. Dean lets his mouth open just a tad as he focuses on his entrance. The shiny head of his dick rubs along Cas' hole, teasing at first but it doesn't take too long for them both to go crazy. They need more. Dean feeds his cock into the ass slowly at first, taking his time to savor the feeling of the muscle enclosing his member. He groans to himself at the sensation. "Ahh, Cas…"

Grasping his shoulders hard, Dean gradually increases his speed. The shaft is engulfed entirely by Cas' hungry hole, squeezing it hard and needing more friction. Dean rocks his hips quickly to get a good pace started already; it won't take long for him now. He even lets off of one shoulder so he can bring that hand down and around Cas' waist to take his cock in his hand. Cas fidgets and moans out real loud when Dean takes a hold on his penis. He bucks into the grip and whimpers in pleasure, all the while Dean watches with a thin, naughty smirk.

The fucking picks up quite fast now, slapping their balls together with a little puckering sound as the men echo each other's moans.

"Nggh…Dean…" Cas mumbles, hot in the face and sweating greatly now.

"Yeah, Cas. Yeah, princess. Auuhh…"

He feels Cas' dick throb harder and he senses his climax. Perfect timing for Dean since he can barely hold back. He takes a handful of Cas' messy hair, the other hand still gripping his cock hard, then lets his body do the talking. He rails Cas hard against that table, smacking the lean body with great fervor onto the wood, again and again, pounding him raw like two wild animals. The whole room sort of shakes and the table absolutely wobbles. Then all at once, they both slow down just a tad but still straining greatly, arcing their backs and screaming loud as they enjoy a mutual climax.

"DEAAAAAN!" Cas yells.

Through the chaos of their pleasure, Dean manages to push his chest to Cas' back and really dig into his neck. He kisses the hot flesh, tasting thin trickles of sweat, catching his moist breath as best as he can.

"Ohh…oooh…Dean…"

"That was good," Dean whispers. He lets off of Cas and gently slides his dick out of him, followed by a gush of cum that splatters onto the floor.

"Oh, Dean!" Cas grumbles when he sees the mess. "You should have…ah…never mind."

"Hm?" Dean plays stupid and walks out of the room and towards their bath. "Get dressed now, alright? We're meeting Crowley soon."

"Wait, what?" Cas perks up in surprise. He follows Dean out. "What did you say?"

Dean has gone into the bathroom and splashes some water onto his face. "We're gonna meet Crowley today."

"Your connectiton?" Cas asks. He has to swallow a tight bubble of fear that has just welled up in his throrat.

"Yeah, exactly."

"Oh, but, Dean…"

"What?" He pats his face dry and looks to Cas, whereupon seeing the anxiety he frowns. "What's wrong, babe?"

"I-I don't know," Cas sighs. "I'm so worried."

"I told ya, once you meet him you'll feel fine. This is gonna be a great job and we'll really clean up, okay? What did I tell you about trusting me?"

"Yes, of course," Cas agrees sadly. He lets Dean kiss him on the lips as he passes, but he doesn't kiss back. He's so worried.

"A park? A park during the day, with no disguises? Is this actually what you have proposed to him?"

"Yeah, and?"

Dean and Cas stroll through the bright and sunny grass, surrounded by people and laughter. Cas feels naked. He feels so exposed. "It's dangerous," he says softly, taking Dean's hand now for comfort.

"Nobody knows, baby. If we'd get caught by walking around, we'd get caught already, right?"

"I suppose…"

It's noon exactly and they've made it to the meeting location. One of three fountains in the park. It's full of sparkling water and bubbles constantly in the background. Cas squeezes Dean's fingers a bit harder now as the taller of them scans the surroundings. Then as they huddle together, awaiting their insider, a voice speaks softly behind them.

"Oh, you've brought the boyfriend I see."

Dean and Cas turn around to find a short man wearing a suit and a sassy smirk in the middle of heavy scruff. His hands are plopped into his pockets and he gazes at the couple with dark eyes.

"Yeah," says Dean. He acts pretty casual but Cas is very nervous. Something definitely seems off about this. "Cas, Crowley. Crowley, Cas."

"Mmmn," Crowley hums, thinning his lips as he looks Cas over. "The Bonnie to your Clyde, I suppose?"

"You could say that, yeah," Dean chuckles. He glances at Cas with happy eyes but the joy fades when he sees how upset he looks. Dean's thumb strokes the back of Cas' hand.

"Evidently he will be working the case as well, right?" Crowley asks.

"Yeah," says Dean. "Right?"

"Yes," Cas agrees nervously. "I will."

"Well then that's just perfect," says Crowley. "Two's better than one, eh?"

"Guess so, yeah," Dean agrees. "If the other is Cas then it's definitely better." He quickly leans over and pecks a kiss onto Cas' cheek.

"Oh, how precious," Crowley chuckles. He then brandishes a piece of paper from his pocket and hands it off to Dean. "This is the address. 3:13am on the nose the truck will arrive. Along the right side of the building you'll get a bit of shrubbery to wait it out it. When they get there, one of them is going to get out and unlock the bank then begin to bring in the loot. Wait that out until he's brought it all inside.

"See, I know these boys and they've got this one little weakness; he's going to bring back an empty palate after the last load of bucks. That's your golden opportunity, you could say, to get inside there. All you've got to do is make it in and then they'll lock up and go. It's perfect, really."

Cas looks at Dean uneasily, but greed is in Dean's eyes and it's blinding. "So they're just gonna walk out with everything in there? Unlocked?" he asks, wetting his lips.

"For a moment, just a moment. Have to act quick, now. But once they leave I'll have my boys roll in and grab the cash. Ahh, not before giving you your bit."

"And how much are we talkin'?"

"Half."

"Yeaah, awesome." Dean smiles real big and looks at Cas. "Half. Y'hear that? We're gonna clean up, babe."

"Right," Cas says sadly.

"Stop it, Cas. Just act normal, okay? Crowley's giving us a crazy amazing chance to do this, show just a little respect to him."

Cas leers at Crowley. "Thank you," he says stiffly.

"Oh, no need to thank me, darling," Crowley replies, eyes twinkling mischievously at Cas. "You're the ones helping me out. I'll be seeing you around then, eh? Toodles…"

He walks away, still smirking and with both hands in his pockets again. Cas follows him as he rounds the fountain and is suddenly out of sight, then he lurches at Dean and hugs him desperately. "This is a bad idea!"

"Stop it!" Dean yells. He pushes Cas off of him. "What's your fucking problem? Don't you see how amazing this is? It's a fucking goldmine. This is our big break. We've dreamed of this for years now."

Cas, looking hurt, stares at Dean with big sad eyes. He clings to himself. "You've dreamed of this," he says quietly.

"What?"

"You've dreamed of this. All of this…your life…our life. This is not the life I intended for myself. When my mother left me I knew it would be difficult, but I did not imagine it would be like this. I never wanted to live as a criminal, hiding from society." Tears begin to pour out of his blue wells now. His face turns bright red. "You pulled me into this."

"But, baby, Cas," Dean says, talking softly. The fire in his eyes has been put out. He tries to touch Cas but he backs away. "You didn't have to come with me. If you didn't wanna live like this, why didn't you say no? Why didn't you walk away?"

Cas sniffs. He closes his eyes and falls into Dean's arms, crying harder. "Because I love you," he whispers.

"Theft?" Cas asked.

"Yeah, you could call it that."

"You're stealing from these people."

"Technically, yep," Dean grinned a little as he thumbed through a messy stack of cash. "But it's no biggie."

"No biggie? How is it no biggie?"

Dean put his feet up on his desk and tossed the money to the side. He then folded his arms around the back of his head and smiled real big at Cas. "They don't need it anyway," he said.

"How can you say that?"

"'Cause they got plenty. What's $40 here? $20 there? They don't even fuckin' miss it. People like us? We deserve it."

Cas looked down, kicking at the carpet. "We deserve to have normal jobs and be normal people."

"We are normal people. And this is, well, it's a job? Right? Sorta?"

"Not exactly."

"Hey, come on," Dean stood up now. He put his arms around Cas and held him tight. "You're too good for me, you know that?"

"No, I'm not," Cas insisted. He let his face fall into the crook of Dean's neck, where it nuzzled and kissed a few times.

"Mmhm. Sure you are," Dean said, petting the back of Cas' head. "Look, I'm just some bum who robs from people, you've just said that. But you have morals and character and all that shit."

Cas looked up at Dean. "Morals and character?"

"Yeah, am I right? You think stealing is wrong, you want to get married, stuff like that."

Cas blushed hard all of the sudden. "I never said I want to get married. D-Dean, we're just barely 18. And it isn't even legal for us."

"Heheh, I can tell what you're thinking," Dean chuckled. "So why? Why me? Why did you choose me? Even after hating what I do and all that."

"Because I love you," Cas sighed. "I love you more than I love myself, I suppose. I know there's good inside you."

Dean nodded. "Alright," he whispered, hugging Cas tightly still. "I don't get it, but alright. I love you, too, baby. I love you, too."