The next day at school, Dean's locked in a janitor's closet with his frequent make-out buddy, Amanda Heckerling. She giggles prettily when he dips down to kiss her neck. She maybe talked too much but they weren't talking at the moment. Her soft, perfect blonde hair caresses his face and he pushes her harder against the wall, knocking a broom to the floor in the process. His tongue dives back into her mouth to press aggressively against hers.

She breaks away, laughing. "Whoa there, tiger. What's gotten into you?"

"You, Sugar." Dean says easily but when he immediately tries to go for her lips again, she evades him. "Oh yeah?" Amanda was a lot of fun but she really did talk too fucking much. Dean quickly turns his head to capture her again and keeps kissing until they both have to take a breath. When he fists her hair in his hand, she jerks back an inch. "Dean! You're going to screw up my hair!"

He sighs and mumbles sorry against her lips. She smirks and bends to suck at a spot on his neck. Her hand comes up to cup his jaw and a thumb brushes down his cheek. It sends him right back to last night with Cas' feathers sending shivers down his spine. For a second, it makes him feel like Cas is watching him and that bothers him for some reason he can't begin to guess about.

Now he's the one to pull back.

"What's wrong?"

He frowns, not knowing what to tell her. "Nothing. Just.. don't do that." He grabs her hand from his face and holds it at his side.

"Um.. ookay." She says, annoyingly.

The bell rings. Amanda turns away and opens the door. "Let me know when you're done being weird."

Dean rolls his eyes and waits a minute alone in the small room for his hormones to get under control.

That night in bed, he closes his eyes and lets himself remember the hot n' heavy tongue wrestling with Amanda. It's usually good fodder for his spankbank.

The pressure on his dick from trapping her against the wall had been awesome. Before she stopped it.

Dean licks the palm of his right hand then brings it down under the covers, inside his boxers. He hisses quietly as he stokes his stiffness.

Her tongue slick and sliding with his…

He tugs upwards a bit faster, imagining pulling up her skimpy skirt or pushing fingers under her top to squeeze her tits. Dean swallows a moan.

For a brief second, he gets an involuntary flash of her gently stroking his cheek and how he kinda freaked. The memory of her shampoo, strawberries, gets replaced with the smell of earth and wheat and that freshness of warm afternoons that makes you antsy to be outside. He pauses, but doesn't think about it too hard. Not with the good feelings pulsing through him. Shutting his eyes tighter, Dean lets the softness of Amanda's fingers melt into the sensory memory of Cas' wings. The thoughts of her touching him lower, changes to feathers dragging along his dick. Brushing, tickling.. he plants his feet and fucks up into his hand with every stroke now. Closer.. closer..

"What are you doing?"

Dean's eyes fly open to see an angel a few feet from the bed, eyes wide.

"Cas?!"

Dean lets go of his throbbing cock and bunches the covers around him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I.. I told you I would return."

"In like a week!" Dean can't look at him, running his hand through his hair and down his face. His pulse is in his throat at being caught.

"I believe I said within the week.."

When Dean just glares at him, he sheepishly looks down at his bare feet.

Well at least he knew why the smell of outdoors and crap got all mixed up with his happy moment. No wonder he was caught up in thoughts of.. wait a sec.

"How long were you there?"

Cas doesn't look up and its odd to see him all bashful. "I'm sorry I intruded, Dean."

"Dude, humans need Me Time. Just.. just can you go?" He's so embarrassed, he doesn't think he can sit there with Cas across from him in the same bed tonight.

Castiel frowns but says, "Of course."

When Dean blows out a breath and turns away again, Cas abruptly starts walking closer.

"What are you doing?" He turns back quickly when he's standing right next to the bed.

"You are injured." He raises two fingers towards him but Dean knocks away his hand.

"No I'm not."

When Cas pushes his head firmly to the side by his jaw, Dean chalks it up to how on edge he still is but his cock twitches.

"Back off, man."

"You're neck.." He keeps his hold, while he thumbs over the mark.

Dean gulps shallowly before he realizes what Cas is seeing.

"Oh, that. I'm not hurt, Cas. It's just a hickey from a chick at school."

"What is that?"

"Man, you need to get out more. It's like a love bite you get from making out.. sucking on someone's neck."

Cas pushes his jaw away hard when he lets go and Dean whips his head back, getting more pissed by the second.

"What the hell is your problem? I'm the one who should be bitchy about you poppin' in unannounced and seeing.. well unannounced." He stutters.

"I apologize, Dean. I'll leave you now." Cas says tightly, striding across the room without looking back. He jumps out the window, out of sight.

"Dammit!" He throws a pillow across the room in frustration at the last few awkward minutes.

Footsteps pound up the stairs. Fucking great..

"What is going on up here?" His dad barges in and his lowered voice does nothing to hide his anger. "I heard voices."

"Sorry, it was the TV."

"Well turn it off and go to bed."

"Yeah, I did already!" He points at the dark TV and his own tone is slightly heated.

"Hey, don't you talk to me like that, boy! Where is this attitude coming from?"

Dean inhales deeply and tries for a calm he is nowhere near. "Sorry, Dad. It was just a show I was into and it ended really sucky."

His dad, seemingly mollified, says "Just keep it down."

"Yep. Night, Dad."

"Night."

After his door closes, Dean drops back against his remaining pillow heavily. The perfect end to a shitty day.

The following day, he's in the backyard staring up at the sky.. still angry and confused at the night before. Sam whines from the bottom of the plastic slide, waiting for Dean to pick him back up to the top so he can slide down again.

"Dean! Sam slide! Dean! Deeean!"

He sighs before smiling down at his baby bro. "Sorry, Sammy."

Dean grabs the toddler by his middle. Hanging him upside-down, he starts whirling him in a circle making helicopter noises.

The back door opens behind him but Dean just assumes it's his mom.

"Hey."

He turns to see Jo, blonde hair up in a pony tail and hands stuffed in her jean pockets.

"Um.. hey." He eyes her wearily with Sam giggling and squirming in his arms. He lifts him up to the top of the slide and Sam quickly scoots until he descends again with a happy squeal.

"My mom stopped by to see your mom for a sec."

"Oh, okay." Dean doesn't know what else to say.

"Uh, sorry about the other day. I'm still.."

"Nah, forget about it."

She goes to sit on the swing and watch Dean lift Sam up over and over again, mechanically.

"So why the mopey face?"

"Huh? I don't have a mopey face."

"Yeah okay. What's her name?"

"What?! It's not about a girl.. and what would you know about it? You're a kid."

"I'm 11 and I'm not a kid." She says, huffily. "Girls mature faster than boys anyway."

"Is that a fact?"

"Yeah! Look it up in a book if you can read."

Ellen calls from the door. "Jo? If you're done yellin' at the Winchesters?" She smiles and waves at Dean.

"Now if you'll excuse me." She flips her pony tail over her shoulder and walks away.

Well it went a little better than last time.. he guessed.

He doesn't see Castiel again for over a month.. So long that he forgets his embarrassment and just wishes he'd come back. Even though it's colder at night now, he leaves the window wide open in invitation. Maybe he blew it but how were you supposed to react when a guy sees you jerking off? And Cas had acted all disgusted at his hickey.. He was an angel. They were probably against sins of the flesh. Wow if he knew what awful, sacrilegious thoughts had been in his head right before he interrupted him. Dean still blushes to think about what he imagined his wings doing. When he finally does return, it's just a random night like any other that he hoped to see him. Dean's up with his bedside light on, reading comics.

With a whip of air, a shadow in the shape of a figure stretches against the wall directly opposite the window. Dean's heart is beating in his ears but he forces himself to continue reading without looking up.

Eventually, he hears his bare feet quietly making a path towards him. He stands by the end of the bed but Dean doesn't acknowledge him. The bed finally depresses with his weight when he sits down in his usual spot. Dean slides across a Superman comic to him and flicks his eyes up only to see Cas staring at him, blank faced.. then he goes back to reading his comic.

After a few moments, he elevates his eyes just high enough to see Cas starting to flip through the pages gently.. just like Dean showed him to be with comics. Smiling small, he looks back down again and they read in comfortable silence.

Author's Note: Sorry this is a bit short but the next part will be a good sized chunk. Hope you weren't too disappointed. (o:`,