"Dean, It's just Tony Stark stuff."

"Just Tony Stark stuff. No, no, Steve, there is not just when dealing with THE Tony Stark. The man's an absolute genius! The Ironman suit is the pinnacle of mechanical technology and heard he has an AI! A real Artificial Intelligence system, Steve. His weaponry, which I know he doesn't make anymore, was the best of the best. They were so good Hunters couldn't use them because they had trouble modifying them for things like silver bullets and salt rounds. Tony Stark has been my idol since I was a teenager. He's one of the greatest minds of our age! Best date ever!"

Since Tony suggested Steve check out the Museum of Science and Industry when he was in Illinois. Steve had thought it would be a great place to take Dean out on their date. They'd held hands even if it had startled Dean when Steve initiated it, which was great, and Dean seemed to love the science stuff even if Steve couldn't make heads or tails of it. What Steve hadn't anticipated was for Dean to go over the moon for the large exhibition on Tony Stark and his work.

Steve chuckled, "Bet you wish you were on a date with him instead of me, huh?"

Steve waited for Dean to automatically say no of course not, and he waited, and waited.

Dean shook his head, "No, I like being with you Steve. Wouldn't even ditch our date to go on a date with Tony Stark."

Steve raised a brow, "You hesitated."
Dean shrugged, "We could've had another date, and I really like you, but come on!"

Steve rolled his eyes, "He's the Tony Stark I get it. You think Tony Stark is so much more handsome than the fella you're going steady with and think Tony Stark is an absolute dreamboat, so smart and rich, I get it."

Dean wrapped an arm around Steve's waist, "Alright, Tony Stark is awesome, but you're awesome too. You're sexy and smart in your own right and I don't really give two shits about money since I've got like 10 bucks and a coupon for ammo to my name. I'll have you know I love blond guys especially one with an amazing ass like you do and I didn't even get to appreciate those pecs since I was mostly drowned. You're one of the coolest people I've met in a long time, so ultimately I'd choose you over Tony Stark."

Steve tried to hid his blushing behind his hand, "Okay, okay, I get it. You didn't have to go that far."

Dean quickly kissed Steve's lips, "Already did. Enough PDA for the day than we can head to Kansas. Sam's probably getting annoying having to wait at the motel."

Steve smiled, "We wouldn't have taken so long if you didn't have to read everything about the great Tony Stark."

Dean released Steve's waist and flipped him the bird, "We can get Sammy a mocha to make up for it. I'll even buy you a coffee."

"Or I could buy you a coffee."
"I'm driving."

"I could go in."

Dean huffed, "Steve, you can pay for your own coffee if you want to."
Steve kissed Dean's cheek, "It's all I ask."

Sam and Dean drove the Impala back to Kansas leading the way for Steve on his motorcycle to the bunker after watching Jurassic Park to conclude Dean and Steve's date. Once they got there, it took quite a bit of convincing for Steve to actually go into the secret lair he was now privy to.

Steve ran his hand through his hair, "What if they don't like me?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "You aren't a racist satan worshiping baby killing incest participating bastard. They'll like you if not tolerate you, and you're blowing this out of proportion."

Dean took Steve's hands from his hair and kissed them, "Steve, you're awesome. Charlie and Kevin are both pretty awesome, so reason stands that they'll think you're awesome too."

Steve asked, "Are you sure?"

"As sure as a Teke Teke being near train tracks in Japan."

Steve replied, "I don't know what Teke Teke is."

Dean shrugged, "Doesn't matter just get your ass into the badass bunker."
Steve held up his hands, "Okay, okay, it looks more like an entrance to a sewer, but okay."

When Dean opened the bunker door, he was immediately pulled into a hug by Charlie only to be squirted in the face with holy water by Kevin. Sam and Steve were also hit by Kevin's water held Charlie with one hand and wiped his wet face with the other, "Cool it with the sharp shooting, Kit Carson, we're not demons. Sam called and said we'd be back today. Anyway I have someone I want you to meet."

Charlie was about to move to hug Sam when she caught sight of the built blond man in the doorway, "Oh, you must be Steve! Dean hasn't told us much about you because he's an emotional mess with trust issues, but it's great to finally meet you. Charlie Bradbury, resident hacker and woman of letters, pleasure to meet you, Sir."

Steve shook Charlie's outstretched hand, "It's nice to meet you, Ma'am. I've heard quite a bit from Dean about his family." Charlie pulled Steve into a hug and whistled appreciatively when she pulled back, "Wow, you're a healthy fella. Got some muscle there. You and Sam should arm wrestle sometime. I'll make the bets."

Steve smiled as he blushed, "Thank you, Ma'am."

Sam had managed to yank the water gun out of Kevin's hands and shoved him to the front to be introduced, Kevin lazily stuck out his hand, "Kevin Tran, prophet of the lord also was in Advanced Placement with aspirations of being the first Asian American President, but now I hang out with these guys. Sam can be worse than my mom sometimes, and Dean tried to be the cool hip dad when he isn't. Nice to meet the infamous Steve. Don't worry the walls are know soundproofed."

Steve furrowed his brow, "Why would they need to be soundproofed?"

Dean slapped his hand on both Kevin and Charlie's mouth as Steve snickered, "Doesn't matter, Steve, let me show you around the rest of the bunker. It's like batcave level awesome."

Sam said, "This place was built in 1932 a beacon of information for hunters and men of letters. The files have been collected for centuries, including case files, artifacts, relics, spells, exorcisms. The whole nine yards. The Men of Letters and Women of Letters were the supernatural scholars to the Hunters more supernatural warriors lifestyle. Sadly, they were wiped out in 1958 by a demon called Abaddon including our grandfather, Henry Winchester. Aside from the computer room and the library, there's a storeroom, shooting range, kitchen and dining room, garage, laboratory, electrical room, a sick bay, a vast number of rooms and bathrooms, communal showers, and a dungeon."

Dean groaned, "That's enough Mr. Encyclopedia."

"What would you need a dungeon for?" Steve asked.

"It's where we kept our pet demon." Kevin replied, "At least, until he ran away."

Steve chuckled, "You couldn't have gotten a cat or a dog?"

"Dean's allergic to cats and hates dogs." Charlie supplied, "Come on in and have a seat. Take your shoes off, get comfortable."

Steve sat down at a table in the library and Dean sat down next to him. Everyone else took seats in spots across the room. Steve liked the decor. It felt familiar even if he couldn't tell Dean that, not yet, but he still liked it. Charlie put her feet on the table, not heeding Dean's complaints, and said to Kevin, "Kev, you know there's something I noticed about Steve that cannot go missed."

"What's that?"

"He's got the Cap bod!" Charlie exclaimed, "Must've worked hard to get your body up to speed with that of a supersoldier. I applaud you, Sir."

Sam raised a brow, "Cap bod? Are you talking about Captain America?"

Steve felt the blood drain from his face.

Dean asked, "Whose Captain America?"

Kevin asked inscrutably, "Dean, I know you're an old man, but you gotta have heard of the Avengers when that shit storm in New York went down."

Steve felt his stomach start to do flips. He could already feel himself sweating.

Charlie explained, "Alright let me educate you. The Avengers are like this supercool team of superheroes with Captain America, who is a super soldier from the 40's who was frozen then got unfroze. My mom loved the radio shows with Betty Carver from the olden days. Anyway, you know Tony Stark is Ironman. There's also this guy Hawkeye who's like the best marksman in the word, and Black Widow an assassin. They saved the world from an alien invasion with Thor and Loki and it was so awesome and terrifying. We saw it on CNN when you guys went out to get Mcdonalds."

Dean replied, "Sammy and I have saved the world and you aren't gushing over us."

"You're not a beautiful assassin or a literal 90 year old who looks young and kicks ass."

"Touche."

Kevin said, "You forgot about the Hulk!"

Charlie smacked her forehead, "Shit, how could I forget Dr. Bruce Banner."

Dean nearly choked on his own tongue, "Dr. Banner, he is so awesome. I've read all his papers!"

"Told you the Avengers are awesome."

Steve didn't think he could be any more nervous and embarrassed than he was when Charlie kept going on about the Avengers. Dean seemed to notice this, even though he didn't know why Steve was so nervous and embarrassed, he said, "I'm gonna show Steve my room. He hasn't heard Zeppelin so that's a must."

As they walked to Dean's room, Charlie shouted behind them, "Use protection!"

Dean rolled his eyes and it took a minute for Steve to realize what Charlie had been implicating, "Does she think-oh are we?"

Dean patted Steve's shoulder, "Steve, we don't have to do anything you aren't ready to do, though if you are ready for some things I'm down. It's no big deal. Just don't let their teasing get to you."

Dean led Steve by the hand into his bedroom and Steve admired the guns mounted on his wall appreciatively. Dean grabbed a record off his bookshelf and fiddled with an old record player; Steve knew he'd be able to work that at least. Dean said, "It's about time you were introduced to the awesomeness that is Led Zeppelin. Ramble On, and Traveling Riverside Blues are my definite favorites. Dean dropped the needle and the strumming guitar intro of Ramble On filled the room. Steve perused the records in Dean's room and chuckled when he found Nat King Cole, Charlie Parker, Frank Sinatra and others he recognized. He asked, "You like Nat King, Dean?"

Dean shrugged before he collapsed on his bed, "To tell you the truth, those are some dead Men of Letter's records, not mine, but they've grown on me. You can switch the record if you want."

Steve switched the Zeppelin record for one of his favorite Sinatra records.

As the music played, he sat down on Dean's bed and crawled over to gently lay his head on Dean's chest without putting his full weight on Dean.

Dean softly kissed the top of Steve's hair.

Steve asked, "Dean, would you mind too terribly if we just kissed some more?"

Dean grinned his usual luminous smile, "Course not."

Steve brushed his lips against Dean's mouth and Dean pressed his firm plush lips against Steve's. Dean's stubble scraped Steve's chin slightly, but Steve's lips were a bit dry from the wind. Steve wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, while Dean kept his hands on Steve's hips. They kissed and moved their lips against one another's until Dean took the initiative and tentatively darted his tongue into Steve's open mouth. Steve didn't really know if he was doing it right, but he tried mimicking what Dean did. It made Dean groan, so he assumed he did it right.

Dean wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him closer until their bodies were pressed against one another. Steve unconsciously pressed his hips against Dean's causing them both to moan into each other's mouths.

Steve understood why Bucky had been all for going around kissing dames.

Kissing was pretty great.

Dean through his leg over Steve's as he kissed Steve's neck. Steve felt himself getting more and more aroused as their kissing got more intense. Dean pressed his erection against Steve's jeans and Steve bit his lip to keep a whine from escaping his mouth.

There was one Dame's didn't have.

But Dean sure did.

Sinatra played without either of the two really listening to it.

"Sweetheart of mine, I've sent you a Valentine
Sweetheart of mine, it's more than a Valentine

Be careful, it's my heart
It's not my watch you're holding, it's my heart

It's not the note I sent you
That you quickly burned

It's not the book I lent you
That you never returned

Remember, it's my heart
The heart with which so willingly I part
It's yours to take, to keep or break
But please, before you start

Be careful, it's my heart."