"Steven Grant Rogers. Also known as Captain America. Born July 4th of 1920 to poor Irish immigrant parents, Sarah and Joseph Rogers." Castiel tilted his head, "I kept my silence on the matter because I know you are a good man, but now that you are romantically involved with Dean I want to know when you plan to tell him the truth."

Steve ran a hand through his hair, "I want to. I really want to, but I'm scared, okay. I don't know how he or Sam or any of them will react. Charlie said Captain America's not perfect, but I'm not."

Castiel agreed. "No human is. Just because some believe you are more than human, does not mean you are. You have extraordinary powers, that's true, but you were a babe that grew into a strong man as all humans do. You also know of your imperfection. Personally, I think the imperfection of humanity is what makes them great."

"I don't want to not tell him. I haven't so much as lied as kept things out of our conversations, but I want Dean to know about me. If I don't, I still feel like I'm deceiving him. I love him. I really do. I just hope he'll forgive me for not telling him. Oh God, what if he ends up disgusted with me because of my chronological age and we were-intimate together."

Castiel shrugged, "Dean has had relationships end because of his job even if he cared deeply for the person. I believe he will forgive your digressions. Dean had copulated with a millenia old fallen angel, an Amazon, and a french vampire from New Orleans of what I recall. I do not think being your chronological age would disgust him because you're not really elderly, now are you."

Steve threw up his hands, "What if-"

A man in a black suit with a red tie suddenly appeared making Steve jump, but not Castiel. The man spoke with a Scottish accent, "What if, what if-you have to stop worry so much. So, your Dean's new boytoy. Him and I were besties for a time being. The name's Crowley."

Steve shook his hand, "Pleasure to meet you, Mr-wait I think Kevin said that they used to have a pet demon named Crowley."
Crowley mumbled under his breath, "Imbeciles."

He faced Steve, "I am the king of hell. They don't show the proper respect, but you seem like an okay man if not sickly good and righteous. Don't suppose you'd want to make a deal would you."

Castiel rolled his eyes, "Crowley, no one need you here."

Steve shook his head, "Sorry, Dean made that number one rule of my hunting training. No demon deals."

Crowley glared at Castiel, "A demon can't do anything without thinking it's a wondrous righteous and glorious mission set by the damned denim clad neanderthals. I am no one's pet. Steve, Darling, just tell the idiot you're Captain America, get it over with, and do whatever Captain America's do. Save an eagle or sew an American flag or something."

Crowley was gone in a blink.

Castiel apologized, "Sorry about him. We've worked with him from time to time, but he'd grown too attached to the Winchesters."

Steve nodded, but then a thought occurred to him.

"Wait, you said Dean copulated with a millenia old angel-"

"It was not me-"

Steve flushed, "Oh, I'm sorry for presuming-"

Castiel replied, "I do not desire sexual or romantic relations, but I believe I do love Dean and Sam. They are my friends. They're my family, so give them the trust they gave you and you won't regret it.

Steve smiled, "Thank you, Castiel."

"You are welcome."

Steve found Dean sitting on his bed laying with his arms crossed, his eyes closed, and his headphones covering his ears. Dean opened one eye when the bed dipped under Steve's weight when he crawled onto the bed. He took off his headphones and pulled Steve in for a kiss. Dean just kept on kissing him until Steve gently pushed him away.

Steve sighed, "Dean, there's something I need to get off my chest."

"Is it your shirt?" Dean asked, "Please say yes."

Steve chuckled, "No, Dean. It's something important, and you might not believe me at first, but please don't get mad."

Dean's mood instantly became somber, "You can tell me, Steve, I doubt you'll tell my anything that'll make me mad."

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, "It's just difficult and hard to explain."

Dean placed a hand on Steve's warm face, "Darlin', I told you I hunt monsters for a living and talk to an angel on a daily basis. If I can tell you that, I'm sure whatever you want to tell me isn't as crazy as that."

Steve thought it best if he just came out and said it, "I'm Captain America."

Dean blinked once then twice. He asked unsure, "That guy Charlie and Sam were talking about?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah, that whole super soldier thing. It's real. I can probably lift the Impala up if you really need proof. I was born in 1920. I was an asthmatic, didn't weigh over a hundred pounds, less than 6 feet, had nearly every disease you could think of except Polio at least once. Dr. Erskine chose me for the experiment and now I'm-" Steve gestured to himself, "The Captain America thing just kind of came along with it. I used to hate it, but it's grown on me. I'm sorry I kept that from you, but I didn't think you'd believe me. I love you, and you don't have to say it back but I want you to know that. I'm sorry, Dean."

Dean rested his forehead against Steve's, "I may not be completely in the know about your Captain America thing, but I do give damn about you Steve. I ain't getting rid of you over something like that. No need to be sorry. I get it I really do. Although, you livin' in the thirties really explains your lingo."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't be I think it's cute."

Steve flushed, "I still feel bad about not telling you."

Dean suddenly burst into laughter much to Steve's confusion. Steve asked, "What's so funny."
Dean wiped the laughter tears from his eyes and chuckled, "Sammy can't accuse me of cradle snatching anymore since your technically older than me!"

Steve huffed, "Very funny."

Dean grinned, "Wanna know what else if funny? You're gonna have to tell Sam, Kevin, and Charlie about you being Captain America."

Steve held his head in his hands as Charlie with a reluctant Kevin dragged by Charlie danced around him singing, "Who's strong and brave, here to save the American Way? Who vows to fight like a man for what's right night and day? Who will campaign door-to-door for America,Carry the flag shore to shore for America, From Hoboken to Spokane, The Star Spangled Man with a Plan! We can't ignore there's a threat and a war we must win, Who'll hang a noose on the goose-stepping goons from Berlin? Who will redeem, head the call for America, Who'll rise or fall, give his all for America? Who's here to prove that we can? The Star Spangled Man with a Plan!"

Dean nudged Steve in the ribs, "The songs kind of catchy."

"I hate it. Why'd they find a record of that here." Steve replied.

"You gotta admit it's better than Charlie whooping and hollering about Captain America being bisexual. They also found a poster with a bunch of ww2 junk. I think Charlie wants to put it on my wall."

Steve said, "It's better than Sam saying you defiled a national icon, and I don't want a poster of me staring at me while we're fooling around."

Dean rolled his eyes, "He's a bitch. It's not like I humped the Statue of Liberty or stuck my dick into the Declaration of Independence. You seem like a regular guy to me."

Steve smiled, "Thanks, Dean."

Sam joined in with Kevin and Charlie to finish out the song, " Stalwart and steady and true, (see how this guy can shoot, we tell ya, there's no substitute!) Forceful and ready to defend the Red, White, and Blue! Who'll give the Axis the sack, and is smart as a fox? (far as an eagle will soar) Who's making Adolph afraid to step out of his box? (He knows what we're fighting for!) Who waked the giant that napped in America? We know it's no-one but Captain America,Who'll finish what they began? Who'll kick the Krauts to Japan? The Star Spangled Man with a Plan!"

"Pepper, I'm not Charlie Wonky. I'm not going to show some snot nosed kids my work, and last I recall JARVIS was not an umpa lumpa and he doesn't sing, right, J?"

"You are somewhat correct, Sir." JARVIS replied.

Tony clasped his hands together, "That's it! Case closed. I'm not doing it."

Pepper pinched the bridge of her nose, "First of all, It's Willy Wonka. Second of all, the three people are adults, not children, and lastly you agreed to conduct the contest on the grounds all winners completed the test you created and were able to solve the equation JARVIS set for them; which they did."

Tony groaned, "That's going to be so boring! I'll have to spend the whole day with a bunch of nerds!"

"You are a nerd, and you hang out with Bruce."

Tony pointed at Pepper with a wrench, "I am a genius, and if you must put a label on me a geek would be more accurate. Also, Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist; so it's all excused. Bruce is also pretty up there in geniusness and the hulkness excuses any nerdiness. Who are these nerds anyway?"

Pepper shuffled through her papers, "There is twenty six year old Dr. Isaak Masha from Romania. He's a philosopher and physicist specializing in cosmology. He studied at Cambridge."

"Philosophers irritate me. I ask JARVIS philosophical questions because he needs his brain exercised every now and then, but the people who do it are irritating."

Pepper rolled her eyes, "The next one is Professor Mariya Rautenberg. She is a twenty three years old and teaches at Heidelberg University which she attended. She teaches advanced mathematics."

Pepper was glad she finally had at least most of Tony's attention aside from the fact he was twiddling with a miniature engine of sorts, "Alright, who's the last one?"

"Thirty five year old Dean Winchester."

"What?" Tony asked, "No Harvard PHD's and he's thirty five?"

Pepper shrugged, "There wasn't anything else listed other than a name and contact number, but he completed the test accurately according to the results and finished the equations fairly quickly."
"Those three people are going to come out and see some of my work like the arc reactor, and stuff? Why can't RD handle it?"

"You're practically your own RD department since you had called the actual RD department No brain asshats and actual babies could do better then them with drool and dirty diapers and all."

Tony quirked his brow, "Can I show them the Iron man suit?"

Pepper sighed, "Just don't kill, harm, or traumatize any of them and you should be fine. You don't have to show them the workshop, just show them the things the executives would usually see in the showrooms and development department. JARVIS, please remind Tony to be ready tomorrow."

JARVIS replied, "I shall do so, Miss, Potts."

"JARVIS." Tony said, "You are a traitor! I'll show up when I'm good and ready."

"Very good, Sir." JARVIS replied, "Perhaps I should inform Captain Rogers of your 'good and ready time' as being the time Ms. Pots expects you to be ready for the guests."

"Traitor!"

Tony went back to tinkering leaving Pepper to find her way out of the workshop herself. DUM-E whirled after Tony with a smoothie in his claw. Pepper's heels tapped against the hard floor as she walked up the stairs. She stopped when a large crash echoed throughout the workshop.

Tony shouted, "Damn it, DUM-E! You know what? You won't even go to a state college! Oh, no it'll be community college for you. JARVIS, make a note for DUM-E's shipment.

"You don't mean that, Sir."

Pepper shook her head. It was just a usual Tony problem. She had other matters to attend to like preparing for the three winners of the Stark Industries Contest.

There were endless bouts running through Dean's mind alternating between excited and scared shitless. He had only done the contest test and equation thing because Charlie had opened her big mouth about it. She had been looking into getting a position at Stark Industries, and found out about the damn contest to go on a tour of one of the company's buildings with Tony Stark himself. Steve laughed his head off when he heard about it. Charlie had used the excuse that one of them should take the test and solve the equation just to make sure Tony Stark wasn't a leviathan even though Steve claimed he was sure Tony wasn't/

Even though he had mad math and science kills Sam's interest always held more towards history, English, and the like so he opted out of participating. Kevin was always up for anything that wasn't translating ancient tests that irritated him, and Charlie was a self proclaimed tech wizard. Dean would've assumed Charlie and Kevin would've been neck and neck trying to beat each other until Charlie had given him the look. The all-knowing look that meant she knew. She knew how much Dean wanted to participate, and she knew he could.

There was one thing most people assumed Dean wasn't, and that was was the grunt, the muscle, hired gun, the blunt little instrument, the good soldier. In his mind, Sam was still a hell of a lot smarter than him, but as he got older Dean had started to come to terms with the idea that he was actually kind of smart. Sam had told him he was a genius, but Dean was no Tony Stark. He tended to ignore the memories of back when teenage and young adult Sam had been up on his ivory tower looking down on his dumber older brother.

Sure, his grades would sometimes suffer because family and the hunt always came first, Sammy had just seen it as him not being able to do the work. Back when he was a kid, Dean had tried to impress his dad by building his EMF meter, but John hadn't given it a second glance aside from saying he'd get them all killed if it didn't work. Dean wasn't uneducated. He liked books like Vonnegut and the Odyssey; Dad had just never found out so he wouldn't get onto Dean for not worrying about more important things. Sam the Brain and Dean the Brawn. Big strong older brother protecting the genius little brother was just how things worked in their family.

So, he did hide science journals in porn magazines. He always kept a porn tab open so he could switch before he got caught reading science papers by great minds such as Banner, Foster, Selvig and of course Stark. He messed with cars because it was really the only electronic mechanical thing he could get his hands on, take apart, and put back together again. The time he had taken apart the motel microwave to see how it worked hadn't ended well when John came home early.

He had always been too busy to really check report cards. so Sam might have known if Dean hadn't had time to write a report on Hamlet because of a werewolf hunt that caused him to get a D in English, but Sam hadn't really needed to know Dean had taken calculus and passed AP physics with flying colors. The teacher, Mr. Evans, had encouraged him to pursue a career path involving math and science, but they had moved on and his report card included with Mr. Evans college recommendations ended up in the trash.

Dean had completed the test and equation after getting himself a plate of nachos to eat while he did it. He didn't know if it was correct or not, but he tried his best, put his name and contact number then sent it to be reviewed. Dean hadn't realized he had been the first one in the bunker to get it all done until he found Charlie furiously typing away on her laptop swearing under her breath, and found Kevin flopped on the floor in defeat.

The bet had also included the winner getting a box of top notch donuts of their choice paid for by the losers. Sam grinned like the maniac when the phone rang only to find out it was Stark Industries asking for a certain Dean Winchester, Dean said he did it for the donuts. Steve just kissed his temple and told Dean he was sure he did it for the donuts.