Hey!

So I was planning to publish chapters every 2 days or so, but I finished this faster than I thought I would so...

Longest chapter thus far! And I think the most I've ever written...

Anyway, there'll be more at the bottom...

:)

Castiel awoke with a start, all of his senses off balance. This thing surrounding him was not his blanket, and the smell surrounding him, while pleasant, was not his own, and what the fuck was that noise?

He rolled over, trying to get it to stop, yet all it did was make the incessant noise continue, and cause the still unfamiliar smell to overwhelm him. "What is going on!?" he shouted to the best of his ability, though it came out as no more than a mildly aggravated mumble.

He stopped moving after that, and finally he came into focus. the noise beside him had stopped, but he was now aware he was wrapped in leather. Dean's leather. And the smell surrounding him was cologne. Dean's cologne.

Castiel shoved himself up, rolling off of his side to lean awkwardly against his headboard. He brought a hand up to rub at his unshaven face, bringing the bunched up sleeve of Dean's jacket into view. He smiled. He was wearing Dean's jacket.

Dean Winchester's jacket.

His famous leather jacket.

Famous Dean Winchester's famous leath-

The shrill noise from earlier broke him out of his thoughts, though it wasn't as shrill as before. It wasn't shrill at all. Castiel looked over to where the sound was coming from, and noticed his phone shaking on his end table, screen flashing while a default song blared from his speakers.

He stared at it for another moment before deciding that answering the call would probably be wise. He tipped himself on his side, and stretched as far as his could, his fingers moving it mere centimeters with every stroke until it was close enough for him to grab.

He clutched it in his hand, and slid his phone across the screen a couple of times, trying to get it to shut up. He snuck a peek at it, just to make sure he hadn't hung up on the person, and steeled himself to talk.

Deep breath. "Hello?" Voice still scratchy from sleep. Fuck.

"Cas?"

Castiel sat up completely, clearing his throat. "Yeah, hi. Dean?"

"Yeah. Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

"Yeah," castiel admitted, shrugging to himself. "It's not a big deal. What time is it anyw… Fuck! It's noon!?"

Dean chuckled on the other side, and Castiel could hear the childish glee at his reaction. "Yeah, sleepyhead. It's noon."

"Well thank you, Dean. It wouldn't have been wise to sleep more than this."

Dean laughed again, and Castiel furrowed his eyebrows. What was funny about that? "Why are you laughing?"

"You sounds like you're a nobleman from the late 1800's, dude," Dean responded, a laugh still in his voice.

"I do? Is that bad?"

"Naw, just different. I like it more when you sound relaxed. But this is… endearing."

"Endearing?"

"Endearing, yeah," Dean finalized. A silence fell between them, though it was almost expected. "So, Cas, you too tired to do something with me?"

Castiel grinned. "I thought I was supposed to call you."

"Oh whatever. So, you free?"

"Depends on what you're suggesting."

"Oh," Dean cleared his throat, and began rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I've gotta go in to get a new guitar, and there just so happens to be a factory ne-"

"Yes."

Dean sputtered. "Yes, you know about the factory, or yes, you'll come?"

"Both."

Dean beamed. "Good. Put on your clothes. I'll be at your apartment in… Now."

Castiel made some embarrassing squawk-like noise, flailing about on his bed. "Now!?" he questioned, finally managing to get off the bed, and out of his pyjamas, running around to find some new boxers and maybe a pair of jeans. Hell, he'd settle for sweatpants right now.

"Yeah, right now," Dean grinned. "Listen." Castiel still scurried around his room, looking for a shirt that he'd look half decent in, though he was much quieter than earlier. A blaring horn startled him, and he knocked into his desk, knocking his book-bag on the ground. He cursed, and Dean laughed. "Did I scare you?"

"That was you?" Castiel questioned, silently cheering as he found a layered t-shirt he knew he looked good in. He tossed off Dean's jacket, and quickly put the shirt on in its place.

"Yes it was me," Dean responded. Was he in a perpetually joyous mood today? "And what's taking you so long, Cas? I'm coming up there."

"No! I'm almost done!" Castiel argued.

"Too late." Castiel heard the slam of a door through the phone, and groaned, trying to gather everything he needed. He grabbed Dean's jacket off of the floor, slipping it back over his shoulders as he grabbed his spare key, tucking it into his wallet and throwing the bundle into one of the open pockets. He flew out the door, fingers still clasped around his cellphone, though the conversation was long disregarded.

He flew to the elevator, smacking his hand against the down button. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the familiar ding. As soon as the sound chirped through his ears, he was flying forward, straight into the small cart.

And straight into Dean Winchester's solid form.

Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel without hesitation, one of his long fingers stretching out to his the button for the main floor.

"…Hi," Castiel said after a moment, clicking his phone off.

"Hey," Dean responded, doing the same to his phone with a grin on his face.

Castiel flushed, and Dean smirked, sending a nod down at the blue-eyed man. "You look good. Like you just woke up. That my jacket?" Castiel flushed further, and Dean pulled him closer, tilting his head down to nip the corner of the dark, well-worn leather lapel. He tugged it a bit and smirked wider, his face not moving very far away. "You look good in it."

If it was possible to be more red than Castiel at the moment, and still look adorable, then Dean never wanted to see it. He was still smirking as the other spoke. "Y-yes," Castiel stuttered. He took a deep breath, though didn't try to pull away from Dean. "You know," he said after a moment. "You're pretty forward to someone who you just met yesterday."

"Two weeks kinda forces me to be."

Castiel nodded in understanding, and the elevator dinged. He spun out of Dean's hold, though the singer kept one arm wrapped around his waist. He didn't even bother fighting it.

Dean led them out to a huge, blacked out SUV. He opened the back door, and Castiel slipped in. Dean followed suit, and Castiel furrowed his brows. "Aren't you driving?"

"No, that'd be me," a voice spoke from up front as the car pulled forward. Castiel startled again, and Dean laughed, covering his hand to calm him, his fingers grazing his thigh as he did.

"That's James," he explained, and Castiel relaxed substantially, though mostly from Dean's light touch. "He's my chauffeur, but I like to think of him as more of a friend than that."

Castiel nodded in understanding, and relaxed back against the cushy seat, closing his eyes. "So why did you decide to bring me along?"

"You ever been to a guitar factory? Ever seen a guitar made in front of you? Well, part of it, at least…"

Castiel shook his head, and Dean took off, talking about guitars, and the process of making them, and how "fucking cool it is, dude", and before Castiel knew it, he had nodded off.

Castiel was sound asleep when James took a sharp turn, causing the sleeping man to shift in the car, his head coming to a rest on Dean's shoulder. The singer smiled fondly down at him, and shook his head as shaggy black hair brushed against his neck. His hair was already ridiculous from earlier, when he hadn't had time to fix it.

Dean grinned. Why not fuck it up more?

He slipped his arm around Castiel, bringing it up behind his back. He slid his fingers up his neck, tangling them through the baby hairs there. He pressed his palm flat against his head, and let his fingers guide his hand up to the crown of his head, causing the hairs to stand up at a comical angle. Dean flicked his tongue out, pulling his lip between his teeth before running his hand up his head again, leaving a ridiculous stripe up his head.

Dean shifted his hand to the left, repeating the process, before shifting to the right and doing the same. He was biting his lip as he finished trying to remain quiet as he shifted, rolling Castiel a bit. The black-haired man rolled himself over, and pressed nearly completely into Dean, his leg hooking over Dean's, and the singer hand to bring a hand up to his mouth to keep quiet. Castiel looked like he had passed out drunk on the floor- except not on the floor- in a car. He was suspended between the car's seat and Dean, the only thing holding him up from falling over being his strangely angled leg, pressing hard enough against the floor to keep him up.

"You're fucking ridiculous," Dean whispered, though he couldn't complain much. this angle allowed him more access.

He proceeded to tousle the dark locks, teasing certain parts until the stood in unnatural angles. He spike two tufts up on each side of his crown, making a haphazard pair of horns.

James had taken a peek back at the pair, and if Castiel's position hadn't cause him to laugh, then his hair definitely sent him over the edge. He had to bite his lip as he parked at the factory, and wait for Dean's go ahead to laugh and wake the sleeping man up.

Castiel shot awake, eyes flying wide as he gazed around at his surroundings. The scent from earlier was back, though much stronger, and there was a bod- "How the fuck did I end up like this?"

Dean couldn't hold back his laugh this time, and let it go free, abdomen shaking from the exertion, causing Castiel to shake with him. The smaller man tried to pull away from Dean, but managed to tangle himself in his sleep, making it a difficult task. He managed to slide away from Dean, and spent a good few minutes untangling himself from the seatbelt. Every time he got a loop off of one limb, another appeared somewhere else. It was like Hydra's seatbelt.

He finally managed to untangle himself, though ended up mussing his hair even more. He managed to leave the spiked horns in place, and for that, Dean couldn't complain.

"You're really not a morning person, are you?" Dean questioned, slipping out of the car, holding the door open for Castiel. The sleep-mused body stumbled out of the car, and Dean had his arms around him in a moment, holding him up. "I'll take that as a no."

"I just don't like waking up," Castiel explained. "And it's even worse when I wake up around something new."

"How so?"

Castiel shook his head. "Never mind that. Where do we go?"

"Follow me," Dean responded, leading Castiel forward and to the large doors of the factory.

After the woman at the front bit back a laugh as Castiel caught her eye, she took note of Dean, and immediately ushered them back to the showroom, where Dean was currently fucking around with his fifth guitar while they waited for the next tour.

Dean continually tried to get Castiel to play on the guitars, but the other couldn't do much more than awkwardly strum or pluck at the strings, and he was more than happy to watch Dean and his nimble fingers fly across the strings.

Castiel was sitting across from Dean, listening to him explain how to play certain things, and swear in every direction possible that he was going to teach Castiel how to play something before he left when a large man came into the room.

"Dean Winchester! My favorite little customer!"

"Jared!" Dean cheered, hopping up, placing the guitar delicately in Castiel's hands before pulling the new man into a hug. "Fuck man," he said, pulling away. "Been a while."

"Not since you went on your first tour."

Dean tsk, shaking his head. "It's been too long, man." He whirled around, and gestured to Castiel, who had finally gotten up, and was in the middle of placing the guitar back on its stand. "That's Castiel."

Jared nodded and waved at Castiel. "Nice to meet you." He waited until Castiel waved back before he spoke to Dean again. "Now I'm not the one giving you your tour today, bu- Oh don't pout. you're a grown ass man. Anyway, I'm too busy, but I wanted to pop in a say hi to my favorite artist."

Dean grinned and tugged Jared back into a hug. "Well, sucks I can't see more of you, man, but it was nice to say hi."

Jared nodded, and turned to head away. "I've got a meeting in 5, so I've gotta head out, but I'll be talking to you soon, alright?" He nodded back to Castiel. "And you too. Nice hair, by the way."

Castiel's smile faded away, and Dean bit his lip. Castiel wandered around, attempting to find at least something reflective. He managed to come across a dark tinted window, and caught sight of his hair, and the spikes that graced it. He whirled around to face Dean.

"You ass!"

x-x-x

"So Cas, which one?"

Castiel sat on a large cushion Dean had pulled from a couch back in the showroom. They had a private room now, but the only seating available was a chair, one that Dean needed to use. So naturally, a large pillow came to the rescue.

He was curled up on it, his legs stacked on top of each other instead of crossed as he leaned back on his hands. "Dean, they're all pretty."

"But which one sounds the best?" Dean huffed.

"The slightly purple one?"

Dean reached out and grabbed the thick-necked guitar. "This one?"

"Sure."

It's not like Castiel was bored, really. He just had no idea of what to look for in a guitar, let alone one that had to stand up to being played in front of huge crowds, multiple times a week, fingers vigorously working the strings and neck, screams from fan reverberating through the body… This one tiny instrument had to stand up to that, and Castiel didn't want to make a choice that could leave Dean in the dumps should it turn out wrong.

"I'll just get all of them," Dean concluded, standing up and clapping his hands, startling Castiel out of his trance.

"All of them?"

"Why not?"

Castiel stared, slack jawed at the musician. "I thought you only needed one."

"Yeah."

"You're torn between four."

"Not anymore."

And that was the end of that discussion, and that was how Castiel wound up caring two black-cased instruments back to the car.

"I'm gonna teach you how to play," Dean said, swallowing down a mouthful of food. They had stopped at a diner to please Dean, who had been writhing around in the backseat, complaining of hunger.

"I want food," Dean whined.

"It's only 5, Dean."

"I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry," James had interrupted before pulling off the freeway to find a place to eat.

Castiel looked up, arching an eyebrow. "Guitar?"

"Mhm."

"Dean, it takes longer than 2 weeks to learn."

"You'll learn enough."

"Swallow your food," Castiel blurted. It wasn't bothering him, really. It's not like he could see the food, he just knew he wasn't going to get out of this.

Dean, sensing his victory, smirked. He took another large bite of his burger- seriously who the fuck can eat a burger that big?-and spoke. "What, are you my mom?"

Mature. Castiel smacked Dean's arm, and the singer pouted. "Ouch."

"I didn't hit you that hard."

"Kiss it better."

Castiel stilled. "Swallow your food."

Dean gulped visibly, and opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out. He smirked again. "Now hold up your end."

Castiel put on a blank face, though it came out looking more like a child trying to act angry. Dean grinned. Castiel grabbed the singer's wrist, pulling it across the table, pressing his lips briefly on his forearm.

"That's not where you smacked me."

"Oh really?" Castiel challenged.

"Nope." Dean grinned. "Up a little higher."

Castiel pulled a face, but kissed his arm again, just a bit higher. "Better?"

"Nope. Too the left a little."

Another kiss.

"Too far to the left."

One more.

"Up higher."

"Dean, are you kidding me?"

"Nope."

Castiel squinted his eyes and dropped Dean's wrist back to the table, causing the plates to rattle, and sat back in his seat. He pulled Dean's jacket tighter around himself, flipping the collar up to cover his cheeks, and stuck out his tongue.

"That was uncalled for."

"You're uncalled for."

"Great rebuttal Cas."

It was dark by the time they had returned to Castiel's apartment, the dark-haired man's legs draped over Dean's thighs as he spread himself out in the back.

He had sat like a pissy child in the restaurant, though he wasn't really angry. He just lost himself in Dean's jacket, and became comfortable. He actually hissed as Dean pulled him out of the booth.

James parked the car, and Dean was the first to move, pushing Castiel's legs off of his, causing them to thud down, startling Castiel into an upright position.

"You startle easily," Dean commented, leaning over to click Castiel's seatbelt open, pushing it off his shoulder.

"No, I get comfortable easy. You just shock me out of everything."

"No way can a person get so comfortable in public."

"Yeahuh," Castiel argued back, sliding out of the car, letting Dean wrap his arm around him as the moved back inside the building.

"What's your secret?"

"Dunno, but your jacket's certainly the cause lately."

Dean smiled as they entered the elevator, and he clicked the button for the top floor. Castiel immediately rolled into him, pressing their bodies together. "So I relax you?"

"I met you two days ago and I'm currently laying upright on you while draped in your jacket, which most girls would kill for the chance to wear, by the way," Castiel mumbled into Dean's shoulder without hesitation. "Yeah, I'd say you relax me a lot."

The elevator dinged, and Castiel pulled away enough for Dean to move forward, snuggling back into his side as soon as he could.

"I'm glad for that."

"Hmmm?"

"I'm glad I relax you like this," Dean clarified. "Most people would freak out. I mean, I'm still a stranger."

"Nu-uh," Castiel muttered, turning around to completely face Dean as they came to a stop outside of his door.

"Really now?"

"Mhm."

"How so?"

"I know you have a brother named Sam, that you drink your coffee black- oh don't give me that look, I heard your order, and I saw your cup," Castiel snapped, addressing Dean's look. "And I also know that you sleep naked."

Dean laughed, dropping his head down, forehead brushing against Castiel's hair. "Maybe we should get you inside."

"Maybe you should kiss me goodnight."

Dean paused. "You sure?"

Castiel just rolled his eyes, and cupped Dean's face, tilting his own up as he tilted the other's to the side. He pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek, and pulled back with a smirk.

Dean huffed out a quiet laugh, leaning down to do the same, pressing a kiss just off of the corner of the smaller's lips.

They both stood there in silence. Castiel was the first to break it. "Goodnight Dean," he whispered, reaching into his pocket, fiddling the key out of his wallet.

Dean stepped back to allow Castiel to turn around and unlock his door. He stepped in and turned back to Dean, sending a small wave to him.

"Goodnight Cas," Dean waved back, waiting until Castiel clicked the door shut before wandering back down to the car.

James looked back as Dean slid in. "No jacket?"

"Naw," Dean shook his head. "He looks better in it."

Woo!

So I hope you guys are still digging this. I know this chapter kinda jumped around, well, at least I thought it did, but it was pretty much just fluffy things, so...

I actually plan to give this story a plot, but I need to, you know, think up a plot. Knowing me, however, this'll probably end up with some angst in it, so if that's not your forte, let me hear some of your ideas! I'd love to hear where you'd like to see this story go.

Also, I planned to update this every 2 days, but I finished writing this chapter faster than I anticipated, so... Also, about updating, I'm back in school next week, so I can't write freely, so anticipate updates every 2 days, but there may be some times when I can't. If it looks like it'll be a good while before I post anything, I'll let you know.

You can also check my tumblr (blackwings-blackimpala), I'll post shit I'm up to on there, and also a lot of SPN, so...

Alright, do let me know what you think of this, and sorry for the really long A/N

:)