***SPOILER ALERT or something*** sexytimes ahead ***

Dean woke up around 2am, his vision bleary and his mind confused as he looked around his room. He'd originally fallen asleep clothed and on top of his bed, but he was now down to his boxers, tucked somewhat awkwardly under his comforter, his body in a new position after seemingly being dragged higher up on his bed to rest on his pillows.

It was strangely comforting.

It was a few minutes before Dean finally rolled his head to side to check the time, and immediately sat straight up, furiously rubbing his eyes, trying to wake himself up. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he muttered to himself as he slid to the edge of them bed. He pushed himself to his feet, letting his body balance out before he padded to his door and out of his room.

Castiel's door was shut, and it looked dark inside, but Dean still went in. The only light coming in was from the moon shining through the window above Castiel's bed, faintly illuminating the sleeping man, who had headphones in as he slept with his back toward Dean and his face close to the wall.

Dean shut the door quietly behind him as he tiptoed forward to Castiel's bed, siting on the mattress beside the other. "Castiel," he whispered, eyes roaming over his sheet-covered body, the thin cotton clinging to his body, outlining it, showing off the shape of his hips poking out from the rest of his body. "Castiel," he whispered again, reaching forward to place his hand over Castiel's hips. He shook it lightly. "Castiel. Castiel. Castiel. Cas-"

The rest of Dean's words were muffled as Castiel rolled over, grabbing Dean's arms, flipping him on to his back as he straddled his hips, pocket knife flicked out and pressed to Dean's neck. One of his earbuds had been yanked from his ear, and it was swinging in between the two of them. Dean could hear soft sounds coming from it, and he was surprised Castiel could be so stoic while such pleasant sounds were playing.

Dean cleared his throat weakly, trying to get Castiel to move the knife, but he just pressed it down harder, his eyes piercing in to Dean's. "What you doing?" he asked, voice impossibly more deep that it normally was, the scratchiness of sleep still wearing on it.

Dean was nervous to answer, afraid of the knife brushing the wrong way against his throat. "You told me to come tell you my answer."

"Yes. At midnight."

"I didn't think you'd care about the time."

"I was sleeping."

"I'm sorry."

Castiel relaxed his arm, sliding his knife away from Dean's neck. Dean took in a deep breath, feeling his adams apple slide up and back down as he swallowed. Noticing Castiel's eyes were still locked on his own, he swallowed again, and Castiel spoke. "So, you have chose?"

"What?"

"You made decision?"

"Sorta."

Castiel sighed and slid of of Dean's hips, tucking his sheet around him, hiding himself despite the fact he had his boxers on. "What that mean?"

"I mean… I don't know. Shouldn't we be friends before we do this? You know, friends with benefits?"

"We are friends."

"I don't know anything about you."

"Better if you don't."

"Better if I do," Dean replied, finally pushing himself to sit up. "Those are my… situational agreements. You become friends with me, and in turn, we can have sex."

"And if I don't agree?"

"I'm perfectly comfortable with jacking myself off."

"Even with me right here waiting?"

"You make it sound like you're going to be some fuck toy to me."

Castiel settled back against his bed. "Aren't I?"

"Is that all I'd be to you?"

"I don't know. Too early to think." Castiel grabbed one of Dean's hands, pulling it over to rest low on his stomach. "Let's fuck."

"The more you talk to me, the sooner we have sex."

Castiel rolled his eyes with a groan. "I not like talking."

"Seriously?"

"It weird. I not know you anymore."

"Exactly. And yet you want to have sex with me."

"You want to have sex with me too!"

"But I at least want it to mean something!"

"It sex! It not have to mean anything!"

Their voices were growing progressively louder, but they took note of it, taking a moment to calm themselves before Dean continued. "What do you mean 'it doesn't mean anything'? Of course it does."

"I've had sex with people before. No it doesn't."

"Were they one-night stands?"

"Essentially," Castiel nodded.

"But this won't be. Can't you see how bad it would be for us to treat it like it is?"

"I don't get what be so bad. No, it not really like one night stand, but it… is."

"How?"

"It like multiple ones in row."

Dean shook his head, crossing his arms as he tucked his knees up. "Whatever you say. I'm not doing it unless we're closer." Castiel scooted closer to Dean. He earned a glare. "Emotionally closer."

Castiel rolled his eyes, scooting back away from Dean, pressing in to the wall, leaning on it instead of the bed. "Then leave. I have no use for you anymore."

That hurt. "No use? At all?" Castiel shook his head. "Fine. Then let me go home."

"I don't want you dead."

"I didn't see anyone after us today!"

"Don't think they'd notice you if went in to actual public?

"Won't know until I try!" Dean shoved himself off of Castiel's bed after turning his body to let his feet rest on the ground.

Castiel glared at him. "See you at your funeral."

"Yep," Dean said, stepping out of Castiel's room, slamming the door behind him. He walked back in to his own room, clicking the door shut quietly. He slammed himself on to his bed, flipping on to his back, arms pressed to his sides and in to the mattress. Eyes glared hard at the ceiling, fingers clenching and unclenching in the bed-sheet below him.

The fact that Castiel hadn't even been willing to try what Dean had suggested. It wasn't like he was asking for a relationship. He wasn't asking for cuddling and soft kisses and romantic things. All he wanted was to know a little bit about the man who he'd be fucking, or being fucked by, and Castiel had shot him down without a second thought.

Dean rolled his eyes over to look at the clock, the light flashing slightly after 2:30a.m.

He groaned, punching the pillow with his head as he tried to make it comfortable, his fingers gradually beginning to relax along with the rest of his body as time ticked slowly on.

It was another thirty or forty minutes, Dean was unsure, before anything happened. His door creaked open slightly and quietly, the only give away being the extra light flowing in from the outside hallway for a brief moment before it was gone just as fast and quietly as it appeared.

Dean didn't hear anything after the nearly-silent shutting of his door, but his bed dipped beside him and a solid warmth was pressed over his hips as Castiel straddled them, hands coming forward to cup his face as he leaned in close, kissing lightly up the side of his neck.

"My favorite color purple," he muttered, pressing a kiss below Dean's jaw. "I hate blue jeans. Any other color fine. Listen to some metal, or hard rock, whichever. But also I listen to the.. acoustic? Yes." He nodded, deciding that was the best phrase for it. Castiel licked up the center of Dean's neck, pressing a kiss to his chin. "I have battle scars because I badass and fight a lot. Don't kiss them. It make me feel weird. Feel free to bite or lick, though."

Dean hadn't said anything, doing nothing more than simply raising his hands to rest high up on Castiel's thighs near his hips, thumbs rubbing in small circles. Castiel nipped over Dean's shoulder. "I broke my arm once on purpose so Alona not feel so out of place when she broke hers. I shaved m-"

"What is this about?"

Castiel paused, pulling back just a bit though his hands remained cupped around Dean's face. "I telling you about me."

"Why?"

"So I can be with you."

"So you can have sex with me?" Dean clarified.

Castiel nodded once, though Dean could barely see. "Yes."

"You're willing to open up to me?"

He hesitated, but nodded again. "Yes."

Dean held on to Castiel's hips as he pulled himself up and Castiel down, bringing his shoulders close enough to kiss. He attached his lips on the slope from his neck to his shoulder, sucking and nipping on the spot as he tugged Castiel to lay flat on top of his as he relaxed back in to the mattress, his pillow cushioning up around him, pressing in to his cheeks.

There was a decent bruise sucked in to Castiel's skin, slight indents from Dean's teeth where he'd bitten him a few times were visible around the gradually darkening spot.

Castiel kissed Dean's temple, and Dean spoke. "I… I don't have any… stuff."

"Come with me." Castiel shoved himself back from Dean, rocking back on his hips before sliding off of the other, earning a whine from Dean at the loss of the pressure above him. He didn't stop, continuing on to the hallways between the two rooms. Dean finally snapped inside of himself, scrambling off of the bed in a half-aroused, half-asleep state, stumbling over his feet as he made his way to Castiel, who grabbed his hips and dragged him in to his room, kissing his jaw before tossing him back on to his bed.

He dropped to his knees on the floor as Dean supported himself on his elbows after crawling properly on to the bed, watching as Castiel rustled through one of his dresser drawers. He pulled out a box of condoms, a few missing. He took one out, dropping the box back in with a quiet thud as he grabbed some lube and hopped back on to the bed, leaving his freshly-grabbed objects off to the side as he crawled over Dean, dipping his head to suck and nip at his jaw.

Castiel was more than excited to get going, knowing full well what was coming. He managed to wedge his hand between Dean and the bed, worming his hand in to Dean's boxers, cupping his ass. Yet another bruise was sucked in to his neck as he gave the flesh under his fingers a squeeze, causing Dean's hips to roll up with a quiet moan. Castiel grinned against his skin. "That's hot."

"What?"

He squeezed his ass again, earning another roll of his hips paired with a moan. "That."

Dean slid one of his hands up from where he'd let them rest on Castiel's hips, fingertips tracing over the bumps of his spine on their way up to tangle in the dark, messy locks of the man above him, raising his head for the mattress to whisper "More where that came from if you'd just fuck me already." by his ear, breath hot over the shell.

That was all the permission Castiel needed to take control, slipping off of Dean's hips, lifting them once off to slide his boxers down before letting them fall to the mattress once more, Castiel's sheets puffing up around him before falling flat, causing a cool brush of air to spread over Dean's skin. He shivered.

Castiel pulled his boxers off the rest of the way, tossing them one direction before taking off his own, dropping them off the foot of the bed before crawling back on to Dean, resting over his thighs now instead of his hips.

Moonlight was glinting in to Castiel's room through his singular window. The broken up stripes of it due to the shades were painted across Castiel's body, and Dean lost himself in the toned, though not over visible muscles across his abdomen. The dark bruise was still in place, making Dean wince internally. It didn't seem to be bothering Castiel, however, who moved without even the slightest detriment in his actions.

Dean watched as his skin folded as he bent over. He only snapped out of his bodily trance as Castiel's tongue fell flat against his half-hard cock, licking up the shaft of it, stopping just at the lip of the head. Dean moaned, and Castiel grinned once again, licking another stripe up the shaft, a hand coming between them to cup and gently massage at Dean's balls.

He peered up at Dean, flicking his tongue out across the tip, earning a moan Dean attempted to hold back, but it barely worked at all, only breaking the involuntary sound in half. With another grin, he was taking Dean in his mouth, his lips closing around his shaft.

Wet heat covered Dean, and he pressed his head in to the mattress. It'd been a while for him, finally deciding to focus on school work in order to graduate, and then work to pay for whatever community college he decided to attend, pushing sex out of the way, and now that he was back to it, he couldn't understand why he'd stopped.

Castiel was bobbing his head at a slow pace, making Dean more hard by the moment. He fisted his fingers in to Castiel's hair, though it fell out a minute later when Castiel pulled away with a pop, kissing up Dean's abdomen.

"Why'd you stop?" Dean asked, voice weak. "It felt good."

"Tease." Castiel grinned, sliding off of Dean's thighs, kissing his legs three times each. "Roll over."

Bottoming was new to Dean. After a beat of hesitation, however, he rolled over. He looked back as far as he could. "I… I'm not too sure about bottoming."

"What so wrong with it?"

"I've never done it before."

Castiel leaned forward, kissing behind Dean's ear. "Just relax. I know what I'm doing. I'll even let you ride me."

Dean nibbled on his lower lip, but nodded. "Okay."

Another kiss was placed behind his ear. "Okay."

Dean relaxed his body, letting Castiel manipulate him how he wanted. His hips were pulled up by an arm slipped underneath him. He brought his knees up to support himself, and Castiel pressed down on the middle of his back, causing him to arch downward, angling his ass higher for Castiel, who spread his legs just a bit. Dean couldn't see much of anything, but he heard the quiet uncapping of the lube, and he definitely felt Castiel's slicked finger circling around his entrance with gentle pressure, pushing in with little warning.

Dean gasped and his muscles clenched. Castiel used his free hand to massage Dean's back, up near the small, relaxing him gradually. "I know it feel weird, but it do feel good."

Castiel was surprisingly more gentle with Dean than he'd initially anticipated after spending around 2 days with the man, but it wasn't a bad thing. More of a pleasant misjudgment than a disappointment.

He was careful with what he was doing, ensuring Dean was plenty stretched and ready to take him on.

Castiel pulled away and moved to lean back, angled against the headboard of the bed, grabbing and tearing the foil-packaged condom open. Dean pushed himself up from where he'd been laying, watching Castiel roll the rubber down and over himself.

He was finally able to take in Castiel completely, and he wasn't disappointed. He wasn't overly long -definitely not short- but he was thick. Dean knew women would kill to have a man with a cock like that, and he hoped he'd feel the same way when this was over with.

Castiel was done with the condom, now focusing on putting enough lube on himself to make it comfortable for Dean, who had crawled over Castiel's legs, sitting on them as he waited. Castiel looked up when he was done, gesturing Dean forward. He crawled up his body, attempting to kiss Castiel, but only getting his cheek in return.

Hands were on his hips a moment later, pulling him in to place. Castiel looked up to him, locking their eyes. "Take it slow. I won't rush you."

"You're very understanding about this."

"I know what it like to bottom. It can be pretty intense first time."

Dean nodded, and Castiel returned it, hands holding steady on Dean's hips, keeping him angled and in the right place, letting Dean lower himself down. When he was ready, he slowly let himself relax down on Castiel, pushing the tip in.

Castiel's hold on Dean's hips began to waver as the other man lowered himself down, the tight heat surrounding him feeling so good after so long without it. He had to hold himself back from pushing up as Dean continued moving down, gradually taking all of Castiel in.

Dean had pressed himself down as far as he could, the back of his thighs pressed against the front of Castiel's. Nails were dug in to Dean's hips, and then gone, pressing in to his back moments later as Castiel tugged their abdomens together, pressing his cheek to Dean's chest as he breathed hard, his breath brushing across his skin.

"Feel so good," Castiel breathed. "Been so long. You so tight…." He shakily exhaled, relaxing his fingers, leaving half crescents in rows of four down either side of Dean's spine. He let their abdomens separate just a breadth. "God."

Dean had his hands on Castiel's shoulders, keeping him decently close. "You're big."

"You get used to it."

"When?"

"You know."

Dean did know. It was as if all of his muscles relaxed at once after a few minutes, his body finally adjusted to the completely unfamiliar feeling of another man inside of him. It wasn't unpleasant, and his body wasn't protesting anymore. He just felt full. He shifted his hips, and Castiel gasped.

"You ready?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"Then move."

It took another moment, but Dean finally began to move, Castiel sliding his hands back down to his hips to help him. He didn't move far up before sliding back down, hands tightening on Castiel's shoulders to support himself.

Castiel was utterly complacent and patient with Dean's unsure movements and actions, so different from how Dean had seen him before, doing nothing more than gently guiding him along, letting out little moans every time Dean let himself slide back down.

He, once again, wasn't complaining. It was just new.

"I'm going to do something," Castiel muttered after a good minute. Dean went up on his cock, and his hands tightened on Dean's hips as he pressed his own down in to the mattress, only raising them back up to meet Dean as he came down with his hips in a slight roll from Castiel's gentle guidance with his hands.

He moaned at the new and needed friction between them, and Dean tightened his fingers around Castiel's shoulders. "Like that? You want that?"

Castiel nodded. "Just like that."

Dean nodded once before lifting his hips again, watching as Castiel's abdomen muscles stretched as he pushed his own down, and how they relaxed as he moved them back up, meeting Dean in the middle with a roll and a moan.

He didn't know how it happened, but their pace gradually grew faster, falling in synch with each other without so much as a word spoken between them, aside from the occasional moan or curse word slipping from their lips.

The gradual tightening of Castiel's fingers around Dean's hips, and the slight loss of rhythm gave away that Castiel was close to finishing, but Dean still asked, his breath shaky as he fucked himself down on Castiel's cock. "Are you-"

"-Close? Y-es." Castiel bit his lip, fucking harder up in to Dean, biting back his moans the best he could. "Very clo-ose."

Dean leaned in closer to Castiel, dipping his head down to suck on his neck the best he could with their bodies moving in near opposite directions as they fucked.

"Dean," Castiel whined after a minute, pressing his head back in to the headboard. He let out a strain of russian, what Dean could only assume contained cuss words as his hips bucked up in to Dean haphazardly, loosing his restraints from earlier. Dean kept the rhythm himself, urging Castiel on. "Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean… Oh… God-shit!"

Castiel's fingers dug in to Dean's hips, his nails carving half-crescents in to his skin nearly immediately. He let out a whine of a moan in to Dean's chest as he tugged him close, pressing their abdomens together again. Whispered words of mingled russian and english slipped through his lips nearly breathlessly, his fingers squeezing even harder in to Dean's hips briefly before relaxing with the rest of his body as he came down from his high, his stuttering hips finally calming down.

After a moment, Castiel pushed up on Dean's hips, urging him off of him and on to the bed, laying on his back with his head on Castiel's pillows. His recovery time was remarkably short, Dean decided, as Castiel had rolled over on to his knees, one hands barring himself up as he kissed down Dean's neck, shoulder, arm, and hand, kissing down to the end of his fingers.

Dean shivered at how strange it felt, though didn't protest as Castiel let his fingers fall back to the mattress, kissing his thigh and up to his hip. He straddled Dean's legs as he wrapped his fingers around the base of Dean's cock, leaning down to kiss up the shaft and tip, flicking his tongue out before taking him in his mouth.

Dean pressed his head down in to the pillows, rolling his eyes back to stare at the wall behind him, focusing on Castiel's warm mouth and plump lips wrapped tightly around him, the texture of his tongue pressed against his shaft. He moaned, stretching his fingers down to run through Castiel's hair, musing them before tugging, locking his fingers around the dark trusses.

Castiel hummed as his hair was tugged, and Dean moaned again, rolling his hips up in to Castiel's mouth. He didn't receive protest from it, so he did it again. Castiel pulled away with a smirk, and Dean whined. "Take a lot more than that make me choke."

"That a dick joke, or can you deep-throat?"

"Both." Castiel smirked again, taking Dean in completely, and Dean tugged on his hair again.

"You're so hot," Dean said after minute, straining his neck to look down his body at Castiel, tugging again on his hair with a moan. "So fucking hot." Castiel hummed in response, and Dean rolled his hips, stuttering as they fell back down.

"I'm close," he warned, though Castiel didn't relent even a bit, beginning to hum without wavering, hand coming down to massage Dean's balls again. Dean had never had that done before, but it sure felt good. "Really. I'm close."

Castiel still didn't back off, so Dean gave him one final tug on his hair as warning before slamming his head back in to the pillows beneath him, fingers still tight in his hair, using the locks as something for him to hold on to.

"Jesus… Oh god… Jesus… Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…" he repeated, squeezing his eyes just tight, hips bucking up against his control. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fu-Oh!" Dean came without much more of a warning than that, shooting hot down Castiel's throat, though the other didn't complain, just sucking Dean through it, swallowing down what he could when he could.

Castiel only pulled away when Dean's hips fell still and he'd sucked him dry. He pulled away with a pop and crawled off of his bed, stepping in to his bathroom to remove his condom before coming back, collapsing on the bed beside Dean, who curled in to him, kissing his neck. "You swallowed."

"You let me shove my dick in you. It least I can do," he replied, grabbing Dean's hand, holding on to two of his fingers.

"That's blunt," Dean muttered, looking down at their hands. "Thought you didn't want to do the handholding-cuddling thing."

"I don't. Cuddling not my thing. This just for now."

"So I go back to my room in a few minutes?"

Castiel nodded, turning his head to look at Dean, who's face was right by his shoulder. "Yes. Unless you want stay, but it not be different than like… sleep night."

"Sleep over?"

Castiel nodded. "Only had one of those before."

"Only one?"

"Yes. With you."

Dean smiled faintly. "Really?"

"Father had go to visit mother, but it your birthday, and I not want leave, so I stayed with you at your house."

"I only had this shitty little mattress when I was young…"

"We shared it anyway."

Dean chuckled quietly. "I could see that. I wish I could remember back then." Castiel smiled, but it was only a flash before his face fell once again. Dean knitted his brows. "What's that face about?"

"… You not remember anything from when we kids, do you?"

Dean shook his head. "Most of it's a blur. I barely even remember when my mom died."

"I never know she died. It happen when you seven, right?" Dean nodded. "I should have known. I stop seeing her around, but I thought she like my mom. Go somewhere else to be safe…" Castiel rolled his eyes. "I bad friend."

"You were… nine or ten. It's not your duty to know things never told to you."

"Still feel bad."

"Don't." Dean nudged Castiel's jaw to get in at his neck, kissing the soft skin there. He yawned as he pulled away and sat up. "I'm tired. I… I think I'll go to bed now." He looked back at Castiel, moving it to kiss him. Castiel turned away. That hurt. "Why won't you kiss me?"

"I swallowed."

"So?"

"I don't want you to taste it."

"I don't care," Dean said, moving in for another kiss, but Castiel turned away again.

"I do."

With a huff of a breath, Dean was leaning in a gain, moving fast, managing to kiss the far corner of Castiel's lips more on his cheek than anything, which stilled the other, letting the kiss last longer than just a swift peck.

Dean pulled away, scooting to the edge of the bed, pushing himself to his feet. He found his boxers, or at least a pair that looked like his, and slipped them on. "Uhh… Goodnight, Castiel."

Castiel wedged himself in to his blankets, watching as Dean walked to the door. "Goodnight."

Dean paused to nod once at Castiel as a final goodbye before leaving, clicking his door shut behind him.

He stumbled in to his own room, flopping on to his bed. His muscles felt a bit sore, despite that the sex really hadn't been too trying nor aggressive. One of the perks of being a bottom, he decided as he curled up under his comforter, grateful for how silky and cool the sheets were against his still-hot skin.

He fell asleep easily, but didn't sleep for long, waking up around 6 hours later. Another half hour passed before he decided to actually get out of bed to shower.

The water was hot and stung his skin, but he got used to it quickly, enjoying how it relaxed his still-tense and sore muscles from the night before, he could only assume. It was a difficult choice to get out, but he didn't want to waste all of the hot water. The air was cool, sending a shock through his body, forcing him to dress quickly.

Tossing on clothes he'd never really worn before was strange, and the fineness and crispness of the clothes was new to him, never really having a lot of truly new clothes, his father never in the mood to take he or Sam shopping, or leave enough money for the both of them when Dean offered to drive them to the mall. Sam would be the one to get new clothes, and Dean would take what was left to the nearest thrift shop.

He always got what he needed, but it was never anything this nice. He tugged at the sleeve of the button-up, the seams tight and sturdy. He swallowed, eyeing himself -or what he could see of himself- in the sliver of the bathroom mirror reflecting his image. He looked good.

Running a hand through his hair, he turned to leave his room, slipping his phone in to his pocket. He shut his door, looking up at the click shortly after his own. Castiel was standing right outside of his door, quite the contrast in his appearance to Dean. He had a rumpled look to him, scruff on his face, his t-shirt a bit too small, fitting him tightly, and his jeans ripped, his hair spiked up in every direction.

Dean smirked. "I do that to you?"

Castiel touched his hair. "This? Yes."

Dean's smirk grew. "Looks good on you."

"Know what look good on you?" Castiel asked, stepping to Dean, his eyes glinting with a nearly predatory look. He pressed Dean in to his door with one had, stepping close, their chests touching.

"What?" Dean breathed, peering to look down the hall to the stairwell. He saw no one.

Castiel smirked, looking up in to Dean's eyes briefly. His hand slid to the back of Dean's neck, holding on to the baby hairs there, nudging his jaw up with his nose to get back to the spot where his jaw, ear, and neck met. He flicked his tongue out against the spot before attaching his lips, sucking hard, pinning Dean more in to the door.

Dean brought a hand up to tangle in Castiel's hair, and that's when he pulled away, reaching back to smack Dean's hand away. "You had your fun last night."

"Sorry. Hard to resist."

"Tame yourself."

"Why?" he asked, holding on to Castiel's hips instead.

Castiel stepped back. "Because it time for lunch, and you have visible hickeys."

Dean reached up to feel his throat, rubbing over where he knew a few bruises were. Castiel laughed at him and turned, walking to the stairwell.

"Hey!" Dean followed after him, falling in to step with him as they walked down the stairs. He reached behind Castiel, resting his hand on his ass, squeezing. Castiel didn't complain. "So what's your dad gonna think about this?"

"You hickeys and my sex hair?" Dean nodded. "He not care. Well, he will if he know you do anything to me."

"So you can fuck me, but I can't fuck you?"

"You fuck me all you want," Castiel replied, turning around one of the corners. Dean dropped his hand from his ass. "He just not know. I not fuck you, either, if make you feel better. But I can say I drunk and give you hickeys."

"Have you done that before?"

"Yes."

Dean laughed as the made their way down the last sweeping stairwell, landing in the foyer. He let his pace fall, following Castiel down the hallway to the dining room. Viktor was already seated, along with Alona and her friend down at the opposite end of the table.

Alona's friend looked up as they entered, waggling her fingers at Dean with a slight smile as she dragged her eyes up and down his body. Dean waved back, though was snapped out of it, his attention back to Castiel as Viktor sighed. "Castiel. I said be good."

"I was good," Castiel responded, sitting down beside his father, gesturing for Dean to join him, though Viktor was up on his feet and by Dean in one step, a hand on his shoulder, the other on his neck.

"This not look like good," he said, gesturing to the bruises on Dean's neck. Alona and her friend were now watching intently, Castiel's sister trying to hide her grin.

"We got in fight. Those choke bruises."

"No, you have choke bruises. These not choke bruises."

Dean squirmed uncomfortably under the gaze of all who were in the dining room, wanting to sit down and hide himself. Castiel rolled his eyes. "I was drunk. Too much vodka at dinner."

"So you do this to him?"

Castiel nodded. "It fun. His skin nice and soft." Dean cheeks tinted red, burning his skin down to his neck, and the girls giggled.

"Castiel," Viktor warned. "I said be good."

"I was good. Very good."

"Very good? What, you have sex?" Viktor turned his attention to Dean. "You have sex with my son!?"

Dean's eyes were wide. "What!? No! I would never-"

"-What, too good for him?"

What? "What!? No! If anything, he's too good for me. I mean, he's so, so, so hot, a-"

"-What!?"

"I don't know what you want me to say!" Dean was lost, and confused, and quite frankly a bit scared of how large Viktor was next to him, and that his hand still hadn't left his neck. He could kill him in an instant.

Castiel had his lips sucked between his teeth, his eyes light, trying not to laugh, though Alona couldn't hold it back anymore. "Daddy, stop! You scaring poor boy."

"He defiled my son!"

"No I didn't!" That wasn't exactly a lie.

"Who care, Daddy! Castiel twenty! He can have boyfriend if he want."

"We did nothing," Castiel finally added. "I went in Dean's room, tried kissing him, then… that what happen. He not fight me, but he not support it. I did it."

Viktor finally backed off of Dean, which sent a flood of relief through the teen. "He not do anything to you?"

Castiel shook his head. "No. It all me."

Viktor sighed, gesturing for Dean to sit down as he did so himself. "I say be good, and you do opposite."

"It not big deal. Father, I twenty. Dean eighteen. We not do anything, but we could if want."

"Not under my roof."

"Father!"

"My rules." Viktor sighed. "You my only son. I want you safe."

"Dean not dangerous."

"You know what I mean."

Castiel rolled his eyes, reaching forward to grab a sandwich off of the platter one of the staff had set down just moments before. "Can't protect me forever. And we not even do anything. Just friends."

Dean nodded in agreement. "Just friends."

Viktor sighed once again. "Let's eat."

After lunch, Mychalla showed up, taking Dean out for a run down the fenced in beach around all of the houses in the fence, despite Dean's protests to it. He'd only agreed to go when Viktor reminded him that it was part of his job, and Castiel had whispered in his ear that he'd have something extra special for him that night if he went.

When they got back, Dean was exhausted, but he wasn't done. More martial arts training, if you could call it that, and Dean was finally allowed to take a break.

He thought he'd been sore the night before.

He was trudging through the main foyer, hoping to get up to his room, but no such luck was awarded to him. A hand hand its fingers gripping tight to the sleeve of his shirt, and he was tugged down a hallway underneath the sweeping stairway and down a short flight of steps.

There was a cement room they emerged in, and Dean finally decided to see who had dragged him down. "Castiel, seriously? I wanna shower."

"I have to show how to use gun."

"Didn't you do that yesterday?" he asked as Castiel handed him earmuffs and glasses. Dean hooked the earmuffs around his neck, sliding on the glasses before being handed a handgun.

"Make sure you know how to use, and how to aim. Not hard, but… still. Could mean life or death."

"That's comforting."

"It should be."

After he put on his earmuffs, Dean cocked the gun like Castiel had showed him the day before, turning and aiming at the figurine at the end of one of the three shooting stalls in the cement room. He pulled the trigger, and the gun fired off, the bullet whizzing passed the figure, hitting the wall, bouncing off and clattering to the ground, the sound of metal clinking around the room.

"Maybe aim," Castiel supplied, stepping behind Dean. He brought his arms up from behind him, showing him to support the gun properly. "Close one eye," he said. Dean did. "Now aim for the target. Shoot when ready." He stepped back, giving Dean a moment to shoot.

The gun fired off, and this time it hit the figure, buzzing through it, the metal shell nuzzling in to the sand bag behind it. His goal was the center, and he just a bit off it, but he was proud of himself regardless. Castiel stepped up behind him again, kissing his ear. "Good. Do again."

"If you kiss me again."

"After you do it."

Dean shot the gun again, hitting about where he had the last time. Castiel kissed his neck.

"I can get used to that."

I've already got a jump on the next chapter so it may not take as long to get out as this one!

Till next time