But I still wake up, I still see your ghost

Dean woke up late the next morning. Birds chirped outside his window as sunlight fought it's way through his blinds. A quick look at his alarm clock told him he had a half hour to get to the high school. He woke the girl, Tessa, he reminded himself, by means of a hard shove against her shoulders.

In record time, Dean was dressed and out of the house within ten minutes. Dean couldn't find it in himself to feel sorry when he notified Tessa that she had to find her own way home. He made it to the school with five minutes to spare.

Practice that morning went easier than Dean thought it would. With Cas no longer around, Dean was able to put all thoughts of the blue eyed man out of his head, focusing his attention on drills and the new plays coach Armstrong introduced.

With the introduction of new plays, however, Dean was a half hour late to Bobby's garage.

He walked into the back entrance to see Bobby bent under the hood of the car that Dean was supposed to be working on that day. "Hey, Bobby. Sorry I'm late. Practice ran longer than usual today."

Bobby grunted as he straightened up. He pointed his finger towards Dean as he stood up. "I need to talk to you about something." Dean nodded his head, expecting to get chewed out for his tardiness. "I forgot that I had a meeting out of town on Monday. The shop will be closed, but I hate to take your hours away. I know how hard you boys have it." Dean waited patiently for Bobby to continue. "Can you work a double shift tomorrow?"

Dean didn't realize he was holding his breath until he slowly let it out. "Sure, Bobby. You know I'd do anything to help you out."

Bobby nodded. "I expect you to use Monday to your advantage. I noticed the other day that Sam's clothes seem to have shrunk an inch since summer began. If you need the extra cash, I can take some out of your next paycheck." Dean nodded his head. "Good. Now get to work."

As with practice, Dean was able to focus his attention on the problems with the vehicle, effectively putting his own to the back of his mind. The rest of the day went by smoothly.

It wasn't until Dean laid his head on his pillow later that night that he started thinking about his problem at hand.

What the fuck happened last night?

You had sex? What's so confusing about that?

That wasn't normal sex, though.

No. No, it wasn't. So what are you going to do about it? You can't ignore the guy for the rest of your life.

Dean couldn't even hold a conversation with himself. The events of the past night was too confusing. Why would he imagine Cas, of all people, during sex?

Why did you agree to take a girl home who had dark hair and blue eyes?

Because she was drunk and willing.

Is that the real reason, though?

Dean didn't want to think about it. He got up and opted for a hot shower instead. The shower didn't help much.

As he stepped underneath the hot liquid, he closed his eyes and sighed. The hot water loosening his tight, over-worked muscles. But in his minds eye, he saw another body under the water with him.

A lean, pale figure stood in front of him. His blue eyes nearly black, as lust drove his pupils to dilate; a thin band a dark blue the only indication that there were any color to them. The water ran down the mans' toned body in rivulets, defining the shape of his muscles; muscles so much stronger than they appeared. Dark wet hair plastered to his forehead; pink lips begging to be kissed.

Dean took a step forward, intending to kiss those lips, but the man had a better idea. When Dean took his step forward, the other man backed up, a playful smirk on his face. Hands moved to Deans hips, as their owner steadied himself and dropped to his knees. With a sharp intake of breath, Dean realized the man's intentions seconds before those kissable lips wrapped themselves around Deans' dick. The hands on Deans' hips wound their way to his ass, squeezing them slightly, urging him to thrust forward.

Never had a mouth felt so good around Dean before. The man's tongue did things Dean never imagined possible. Deans' hands found their way to the mans' head, gripping the soft, wet strands of the amazing creature below him. Before he knew it, Dean was coming into the mans' mouth; a mouth that was working Dean through his orgasm as it swallowed each drop of semen being forced down it's throat. The man released Deans' spent cock with a soft 'pop' as he looked up; a small drop of come at the corner of smirking lips.

Back in reality, Dean came into his fist, a soft, "Cas," whispered in the almost silent room; the only other sound being that of the water, still falling from over his head. Dean leaned his forehead against the wall of the shower, breaths coming short and heavily. Once his post-orgasmic bliss faded, he shakily straightened and rinsed himself off.

Ten minutes later, he was back in his room, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants. He passed out almost as soon as he laid his head down. Using the last of his energy, he whispered into the dark room before passing out.

"What the hell is happening to me?" the last words out of his mouth, as he was pulled into dreamland.

Dean woke with a start. He looked over at his alarm clock and groaned. It was only eight in the morning, and even though he was working the double shift for Bobby that day, he still had another two hours before he had to be at the garage. He grabbed the closest available pillow and covered his head, willing himself back to sleep.

An hour later, he woke up again, not feeling any more rested than he did the first time. He climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed.

After eating a bowl of cereal and washing his dishes, he wrote out a quick note.

"Hey Sammy,

Bobby needs me to come in for a double shift today. He's giving me the day off tomorrow and some money from my next paycheck so that I can take you shopping for school stuff after practice.

Make a list of things that we need to get tomorrow.

See you when I get back.

Love you, Jerk,

Dean"

Satisfied with his note, he placed it on the dining room table, where Sam would be able to find it.

The ride to the garage was uneventful. Dean kept the windows rolled down and the music loud, drowning out thoughts he didn't want to hear. The first half of the day went by with no problems. After his lunch break, a familiar truck pulled up to the garage.

As Dean made his way to the vehicle, he saw Jo and Cas get out of the cab and make their way over to them.

"Hey, Jo. Hey, Cas," Dean greeted.

"Are you avoiding me or something, Winchester? I mean, I know I'm too pretty for you, but," she broke off. Dean sent her a glare.

"I've been busy," was all he replied. "So what's up with your mom's truck?"

"It's been making a weird noise. Mom asked Bobby if we could bring it in to get it checked out."

"Pull her in."

The rest of the day was partially spent on fixing up the truck. It was a simple tune up; nothing too major. But now that Cas was around Dean, it became hard to focus. Cas and Jo helped Dean under the hood, handing him tools when needed. Dean and Cas' fingers would brush every now and then when a tool was passed between them. Each time this happened, Dean swallowed thickly as his stomach did little flips.

With a hour and a half left before Dean's shift finished, he took his last break. Jo and Cas took this time to use the bathroom and clean up. Dean sat in Bobby's office, staring out the window and sipping on his soda. With the quiet surrounding him, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

He was giving the Impala an oil change. As he laid on his back beneath his baby, draining the old oil, a figure walked up to the car. He grabbed Deans' leg, pulling him out from underneath the beast of a machine. The man crawled on top on him, straddling his hips. A left hand with a ring on it moved up to cup his cheek; thumb stroking in slow circles over his flesh.

"God, baby. You look so good when you work on your car," he said. Dean looked up into bright blue eyes as the man above him started grinding his hips against Deans'.

A moan escaped his lips. His hands moved up to grip the dark, silky smooth hair, pulling the face down. Two sets of lips collided, hungrily. Tongues danced around each other as another moan escaped. Cas ground his hips harder against Deans'. He threw his head back as a gasped, "Cas," sounded out around them.

He was snapped back to reality as the man in question walked into the office. A flush colored his face as he avoided the other mans' eyes. Before Cas could say anything, Jo entered behind him.

Bobby walked around the corner of the garage as the trio finished the last of the tune up.

"Ok, boy. You can go home now. I'll see you on Wednesday," he said.

Dean cleared his tools and clocked out. With a wave good bye, Cas and Jo left in the truck. Before Dean walked to his baby, Bobby handed him the hundred dollars he promised. They nodded good bye before Dean left to go home.

It was late when Dean got home that night. Exhausted, he made a quick dinner for Sam and himself. After they ate and put the food away, Dean took a quick shower, not allowing himself time to think. He just wanted to go to bed.

He was glad not to have any weird dreams that night. After waking up and going to football practice, he arrived back home to find Sam finishing up his summer reading packet.

"Hey, Sammy." The younger brother's head snapped up.

"Hey, Dean."

"I'm going to take a quick shower and then we can go." Sam nodded and went back to work.

After his refreshing shower, they made their way to the outlet mall on the outskirts of town. After spending about a hour buying notebooks, pens, folders, and anything else Sammy needed, they walked into the clothes store.

"You know, Dean, you really should get some new clothes as well."

"I'll think about it," Dean said. And he did. It's been a few years since he last bought any clothes. His shirts were now getting to the point where they were tight enough to cut off circulation. And his jeans? Half of them he couldn't pull up.

Sam grabbed a few clothes to try sizes, and after a half hour he had four new outfits, new socks and underwear, and a new pair of shoes.

After he paid for Sams' clothes, he gave him some money to get something to eat. Sam went to the small pizza restaurant around the corner, leaving Dean alone to look through clothes. He grabbed a few pairs of dark blue jeans, some plain undershirts, and a few plaid over shirts. Dean loved his plaids almost as much as he loved his baby. His dad's old Marine leather jacket was high on the list as well; he only took it out of his closet during the school year.

Dean entered a dressing room. Having grabbed everything the same size, he took a look at his options; he just wanted to check if the sizes fit. He tried on a pair of blue jeans, a black undershirt, and a dark green plaid over shirt.

He walked out to the hallway of the dressing rooms and looked in the mirror. The jeans were the same shade as Cas' eyes, and the color coordination of his shirts, he realized, looked like the colors of a rain forest.

New images filled his head. In his minds eye, he saw a pair of slender arms wrap their way around his midsection. Cas' head came into view, resting his chin on Dean's shoulder, leaning his head against Deans' neck. A pair of blue eyes met his in the reflection and held his gaze. Moving his head, Cas leaned up and whispered in Deans' ear.

"I always knew you'd look good in my favorite colors. They bring out your eyes." A chaste kiss to the cheek and then he evaporated into the air.

What the hell is going on with you Winchester?

He shook his head. Instead of worrying about the colors, he focused his attention on how everything fit him. The jeans were comfortably snug and formed to his hips. The shirts fit loosely as they hung to his chest and arms in all the right places.

Looking good, Winchester.

He winked at his reflection and turned around to go back to his dressing room. However, when he turned, he was met with blue eyes. His eyes widen in shock as a breath of hot air hit his face.

Notes:

So I managed to get another chapter out before GISHWHES starts tomorrow. I'm apologizing ahead of time if the upcoming chapters tend to be shorter than before. I'm trying to write them in regards to content based on the chapter titles... Again. I love to know what you guys think.