Yeah, yeah. This update's a day late.

Just... Shhh...

A good bit of debating had found Dean and Castiel walking through the nearest park to Castiel's apartment, fingers linked together lazily as they wandered around. They originally had no intention of sitting anywhere, due to the previously wet weather keeping the ground damp, but when they came across a dry patch of grass, Castiel practically demanded, dragging Dean off the sidewalk without much effort.

Castiel had fell down onto the grass without a second thought, and Dean had joined him a moment later. It wasn't that he was opposed to sitting in the park, but it was weird for him to be in public for an extended period of time. He had learned long ago to not do it too often, unless he wanted fans swarming to him. But no one had seemed to really bother them this far, except for a few younger girls, who had stared as they passed by, but that was it.

Castiel had sidled up to him as soon as he was down, and Dean wrapped his arm around him, pulling him as close as he could, his fingers sliding down his hip, and into his pocket? What? Dean's hand slid out a moment later, and the pressure against Castiel's thigh felt incredibly different, and it took him a moment to notice Dean had pulled his phone out along with his hand.

His eye brows furrowed a bit as he turned his attention to Dean's face while the other moved his arm from around him, only to place the phone in his other hand before returning to its original position around his waist. Castiel was so busy paying attention to Dean's face, that he didn't notice the camera going off, the only give-away being the artificial shutter sound emitted from it.

He snapped his gaze to his phone, and caught sight of his face along side Dean's on the screen before Dean tapped the large button, the shutter sounding again. Dean laughed as Castiel cocked his head to the side, watching Dean snap another picture of the two of them.

"You're perfect camera fodder," Dean commented with a grin, taking yet another picture of Castiel's confused expression.

"Dean, are you seriously taking pictures of me looking confused?"

Dean shrugged. "Well you aren't making any other faces." Another picture.

Castiel frowned. Another snap. Castiel held up his hand, trying to block his face. Another snap. Castiel glared at Dean. Snap. "Deaaaan," he whined. Snap. Another glare, and Castiel turned his head away from Dean.

"Aww, come on babe," Dean said after a moment. Castiel tilted his head back and a fraction towards Dean, peering at him out of the corner of his eye. Another snap. Except this time, the camera was much closer, the large lens on the back pointed toward Castiel.

"God damnit, Dean."

He laughed. "What? You look good?" Castiel turned his face fully to Dean- well, the phone in front of his face- wearing the moat unamused expression he could pulled, lips pursed tightly, eye brows raised slightly, eyes narrowed just a fraction. Another snap.

Castiel snatched his phone back after that, flipping it around to take a picture of Dean's mildly confused face before it disappeared. He smirked, snapping another. Dean smiled and Castiel one more before Dean took the phone back, flipping back to the front camera.

Another picture of he and Castiel was taken, with both of them looking up at the camera, and then they were off. Dean started it, scrunching up his face in a way that caused Castiel to laugh, and soon he joined in, they two of them trying to outdo each other with every picture, the faces becoming more ridiculous by the snap.

Castiel won, however, his expression in the last picture too hilarious to defeat, so Dean turned his head, leaning in to peck Castiel's cheek as he snapped the next picture. Castiel looked to him and smiled, lips curling up as he locked his eyes on Dean's. Snap. He kept the smile up as he began to lay down, tugging Dean down with him until they were laying on their backs, Castiel's head on Dean's shoulder. He smiled wider and leaned in, locking his lips with Dean chastely, not wanting to get too involved out in public. He heard the snap of the camera, and pulled back just a bit. "Really Dean?" he muttered, hearing another snap.

"Can't help myself," he muttered, dropping the phone down onto his stomach as he leaned back in to kiss Castiel. This one was deeper, and laster much longer, Castiel even whimpering a few times as Dean's tongue slid out against his own. They were thoroughly enjoying themselves until a cough came from behind them. The broke apart, and rolled their eyes back, looking at the middle-aged woman standing a foot away from their heads. She stood with her arms crossed, lips pursed, and one eyebrow lifted, almost as if to say 'you know what you did'. Castiel flushed, and both of them wore sheepish, apologetic expressions. The woman stood for another moment before huffing and walking away.

They remained silent until the woman was far enough away, and once she was, Dean began to chuckle. Quietly at first, but gradually growing harder and louder, more frantic as Castiel joined in with him, and before long, the town were curled in to each other, laughing as their eyes welled with tears.

Dean was the first to stop, his laughs growing calmer as he began to take deep breaths, calming himself down, though the joyous look on his face and in his eyes didn't waver. Castiel followed suit shortly after, and the two of them were left taking deep breaths, smiles on their faces and in their eyes.

Dean reached over to grab the phone, which had fallen when he rolled onto his side, and opened the camera, snapping a picture of Castiel. Castiel smiled and took the phone without a word, taking a picture of Dean.

Dean smiled and pushed the phone down after, and Castiel obliged, dropping the phone to the grass as they leaned in to each other, sharing a soft kiss. They pulled away mutually, and Dean sat up, pushing himself up to his feet. He dusted whatever grass there was on his body before holding his hand out to Castiel, who obliged, taking Dean's hand and standing. He made to brush the grass off himself, but Dean beat him to it, walking around his back to brush it off, hands dusting against his back and lower. When done, Dean gave Castiel's butt a pat, causing him to yelp and hop forward. Whirling around to face Dean, Castiel crossed his arms, and Dean tossed his up in defense. "I couldn't help myself."

Castiel squinted, though a hint of a smile was playing at the corner of his lips. Dean held out his hand, and Castiel took it.

"Were you really that angry about me touching your butt?" Dean asked as they returned to the sidewalk, continuing their walk.

Castiel shook his head. "No. It just means that I get payback later."

They had strolled around for a bit longer before heading back to Castiel's apartment. They were only stopped a few times by some of Dean's fans along the way. Plenty noticed him, of course, but they also noticed his fingers linked with the- to their surprise- man by his side, and chose not to bother them. Some did, however, but all they asked for was a picture, or an autograph if Dean would let go of Castiel's hand. He was actually grateful they hadn't been noticed more, as some of his fans could be a little on the… wild side, to put it nicely. He didn't want that to be Castiel's introduction to them. Introduction? Would there be more after these two weeks?

Dean had been acting positively giddy and childish since their last encounter, where Castiel had pulled him into a kiss without warning when one of the girls in the group had been flirting with him incessantly. Dean had kissed him back, and the girl seemed shocked, to say the least, but a few of her friends snapped pictures of it.

"That'll be on the internet in no time," Dean grinned once the girls had left and they were on their way again, and Castiel looked at him with a quizzical look.

"You want it on the internet?"

"Why wouldn't I? I'm kissing a total babe."

Castiel had laughed at that. "I'm not that good looking Dean."

"Yeah you are. Especially in that shirt," Dean let go of Castiel's hand to drag his own down his back, fingers skirting over the ribs of the cotton. "I need to get you to wear clothes like this more."

Castiel had rolled his eyes, commenting on his shoulders burning from the sun, and how he should have changed out of that damn tank-top before they left, or at least put on sunscreen. Dean, being the little shit he was, had stepped behind him, draping his arms over Castiel's shoulders, jumping on to his back and wrapping his legs around his waist, covering his skin and shouting "Do not fear, Dean is here! I'll save you from the sun!"

Despite the surprise from Dean jumping on to him, Castiel didn't do much more than let out a snort of a laugh and wrap his arms around Dean's legs to keep him up. As small as he looked, he wasn't weak. "You're ridiculous," he muttered, shaking his head.

Dean grinned and replied. "You love me." They both seemed to pause, though Castiel continued walking. Fuck fuck shit why did I say that that's too soon what the hell you don't even love friends this fast fuck fuck fuck.

Castiel was having a similar debate.

Shit, did he just say that? Am I that obvious? Wait. I'm not in love with Dean. Am I? No. No. You don't love people after five days, that's fucking ridiculous. Do I care about Dean? Fuck yeah. Are we on track for… love…? Yeah. Yeah, we are. Castiel smiled to himself, dipping his head down, and Dean took that as a good sign. He leaned forward, and rested his head beside Castiel's, pressing a kiss to his cheek, right in front of his ear.

Castiel had dumped Dean on his bed as soon as he got in, and the singer had remained there for the past half hour while Castiel tried to finish his reading. Dean was distracting, however, constantly rolling and flopping over the bed, stupid youtube videos playing one after each other out of his phone. Castiel had managed to shut him up as he got the last of his reading done by sending Dean all of the pictures they had taken that day. He finished off his notes in peace, and closed his book gently as he got up, working his way over to Dean, who was on his stomach, legs dangling off the end of the bed, chest and neck arched up, supported by his elbows as he flipped through the pictures.

Castiel smiled and walked around Dean's legs, crawling onto the bed. He ran a hand up Dean's back before shifting to straddle it. His hands moved up to hold onto his shoulders as he bent down, lowering his head down beside Dean's. "What're you doing?" he asked quietly, fingers gently working against Dean's shoulder muscles. He could feel him relax slightly, and he smiled.

"Just looking at these," he replied, flicking to the next picture. He and Castiel were looking up into the camera, Dean's eyes crossed and Castiel's tongue out. They both smiled. "You're so gorgeous, Cas."

Again? Castiel shook his head. "If you say so."

Dean raised an eyebrow, quickly opening the camera on his phone and taking a picture.

Again… again? "Again? Dean, really?"

"Admit it."

"That I'm pretty?" A nod. "Fine. I'm pretty." Another snap. "Damn it Dean! I admitted it!"

"Say it like you mean it."

"Seriously?" Another snap. "Fine. I think I am a physically attractive man."

Dean smiled. "Was that so hard?"

"Oh very," Castiel muttered, leaning forward, turning to kiss Dean's cheek. Another snap. "Dean?"

"Mmm?"

"Seriously?"

Dean grinned. "I couldn't help myself."

They lay on Castiel's bed for a good hour or two, Dean showing Castiel the most ridiculous and stupid videos he could find on the web, and Castiel was nearly in tears after watching a few. If you had asked either of them, they'd admit it was a waste of time, but neither of them would have wanted to do anything else.

It was about 6 when Dean complained of hunger, and he had practically dragged Castiel out of the door when he tentatively agreed to go out.

"Dean, I don't like you always treating me to dinner."

"I don't."

"Seriously? Every time we've eaten together, you've paid."

"Okay, then you can pay this time."

Castiel felt a bit better about that, yet when the check arrived after their meal at the little diner they had slipped into, where Dean ordered- wait for it- a hamburger, Dean had thrown down his credit card before Castiel even had the chance to get out his.

"Seriously?"

Dean just smiled. "You were taking too long."

Castiel raised an eyebrow, and Dean just smiled wider. He reached out to grab his coffee, finishing it off. "Fine, but we're getting pie. My treat."

Dean didn't complain at that, and when Castiel had dragged him off to a shop which sold the best pie Dean had ever tasted ever, well, he didn't complain then either.

The walk back to Castiel's apartment was short, and when they returned, they curled up on the couch, watching a marathon of some shitty made-for-TV movies. Dean had somehow managed to lose his shirt in the middle of the first movie without Castiel noticing. It's not that he really cared when he found out, instead taking the opportunity to leave a large amount of hickeys around his body. Dean didn't mind.

They fell asleep somewhere in between the third and fourth movie, curled up together, spooning perfectly balanced on the couch.

James was fuming. He had been calling and texting Dean since he left, but every call was sent straight to voicemail, and every message went ignored. He shouldn't have kissed Dean, not like that. He'd never go for him now. What sort of person does that? No. No! He didn't have to think that way. People always went after what they wanted. Why was this so different?

It had taken some persuasion, but with a few choice words and a innocent story of losing his wallet, James had his hands on another key to Dean's room, which he promptly put to use.

He opened the door quietly once he arrived on the top floor, feet quiet as he crept into the room. "Dean?" he called out tentatively, receiving nothing in return. He stood up straighter walking heavier as he roamed around the room. "Dean? Deaaann?" He looked everywhere, including the bedroom.

He took not of Dean's missing boots, and with the leather jacket gone, he was able to piece together the pieces. He clenched his jaw, anger gradually swelling in him until he released a yell, grabbing the lamp off of the end table, throwing it across the room. It smashed onto the wall, the bulb shattering, the metal casing crashing to the floor.

He stood with balled fists and an open stance, chest and shoulders rising with aggressive breaths. That… kid again. That fucking kid. Of course Dean's with him. Of fucking course. If only he was gone. That'd solve everything.

Well there's an idea.

James smirked, fingers slowly unfurling. That's it. That's all he had to do. Get rid of the kid, and Dean would be free to be his. It'd be better for Dean in the end, anyway. He was doing him a favor. Their soon-to-blossom relationship would just be an extra perk.

Get rid of the kid, everything turns out fine.

Get rid of the kid.

Everything turns out fine.

Get rid of the kid.

Ohhh. Drama. :)

Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I had written like, 1000 words and then I was out. I mean, I tried to write more, but I was continually calling everyone a little shit, and as comical as that was... yeah.

On the plus side, I called everybody a little shit yesterday, including my mom. I was like "What's for dinner?" and she was like "Idk" and I was like "Well don't ask the little shit" and she was like "What did you just call your brother?" and I was like "Little shit" and she was like "why?" and I was like "Cause he's a little shit." and she was like "don't call him that" and I was like "fine I'll call you little shit" and she sighed and just gave up cause then I fell on the floor laughing

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Anyway, thank you guys for reading, and as always, let me know what you think! I love hearing your thoughts and opinions on this!

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