The soft snoring sounds coming from the bed were oddly reassuring in the dark, even though Dean was sleepless with worry. He'd finished counting his hidden stash of cash. It had only come to $2867. He hadn't been able to save much at his new job, between rent and groceries he was breaking even, and before he had Cas and Sam to worry about it had been alright. Now he had a feeling of misery deep in his stomach. He took another drink of his whisky and opened his laptop and began clicking away, trying to find someplace they could afford. Without stairs for Sam. Maybe close enough so Dean could walk to work and not have to waste the gas, since surely Sammy was going to need to be driven to and from doctor's appointments. Medication. Physical therapy. How were they going to do it? How was he going to provide for his family? He emptied his glass and poured another. He opened Craigstlist and scoured the renting listings. There was one bedroom house, two bathrooms, a full kitchen, with a finished basement and a garage. He did a quick calculation on the utilities and rent. With everything it'd come to about $1200 every month. That wasn't including Sam's medical bills or groceries, or gas. He and Cas could have the basement and bathroom down there, Sam could have the upstairs. It was only a couple of miles from the garage, so he could walk to work. Maybe he could teach Cas how to drive so he could take care of Sammy, and Dean could get another job. He clicked through the job listings and nothing looked solid or in his field. If only money could be made in hunting monsters, he sighed. A thought occurred to him, he tried to banish it from his mind with another sip of his drink and looking at more job ads, but it wouldn't leave. Maybe…

He opened the personals section, and began typing. "Handsome, blonde, early thirties. Firefighter. Let me show you a good time. Though, I'm not a cheap date." He attached a picture of himself. There was money to be made in selling yourself, he knew that well. He wasn't sure how far he'd go to get the big bucks though. He put a handy man ad up too, if he had some legitimate side work, maybe Sammy and Cas wouldn't question him.

Cas.

He looked towards the bed. With the ads posted and his drink finished and not being able to call on the house until morning, he decided to crawl in next to Cas.
He snuggled up close, breathing in his scent. Olive oil, fresh clothes, and the earth after rain. He thought it odd, but he loved it too much to question it. It was comforting and familiar. He let the whisky and the intoxicating feeling of comfort pull him into sleep.

"Yeah, I'll let him know. Okay, Sam. See you tomorrow." Castiel whispered and hung up the phone. He hadn't wanted to wake Dean, but when he crawled back in bed he saw the green eyes staring at him. "Sam called, he doesn't want us to come in for the surgery. But he said tomorrow we can come if we want. I told him we'd be in after you got off work."

"Thanks, babe." He nuzzled Cas. He remembered last night. He wondered how many responses he'd gotten. "I took today off, thinking we were gonna see him though. But I was thinking, I should teach you how to drive."

Castiel smiled, "But I already know how to drive, Dean." He relished in the surprised look on his boyfriend's face.

"Since when?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"Since cars were invented. Angels learn skills very easily. We can just tap into your souls and learn them directly from the source."

"When did you last update your drivers manual?"

"When I took you out of hell."

"Did you…?"

"Take your knowledge of driving? Yeah."

"That's a little invasive, I don't know how I feel about that. But okay. Uh, why don't you go take a shower and get dressed and we'll go down to the DMV and get you a license. I had Bobby falsify you some social security cards and shit a while ago."

"How thoughtful," Castiel laughed getting out of bed and stripping on his way to the bathroom. After the door had shut and he heard the water start, Dean bolted to the computer. 15 new emails. 7 about the handy man ad, and 8 about the personal ad. He replied to the handy man emails with some hourly rates of $10 for just fix it work, $15 for roofing. The personal ads he replied to more coyly, asking what their plan for the date was. He figured he'd charge $50 per date. If they wanted him to go home with him, well that he had to figure out still. He heard the shower turn off, he quickly shut the laptop and popped in some toast and turned on the coffee maker. He leaned against the counter waiting for the toast, the bathroom door opened and Castiel walked naked across the kitchen do the bed area. Dean's jaw dropped as he watched the perfectly firm body stride proudly in front of him. The way the water was still beading down his chest and on the perfectly trimmed course hair between his legs displaying his half hard cock. The way his round ass flexed when he walked and bent down to pick up a shirt had Dean practically drooling. Castiel smiled ruefully when he felt the hands grab his hips and draw them back into Dean's. He could feel the hardness pressed against his ass through Dean's boxers.

"Mmm, hello," his gravelly voice crooned.

"You're doing this on purpose," Dean whispered as he bit at Cas's neck, sucking up drops of water left on him.

"Maybe." his hand slid back and rubbed Dean through his boxers, Dean moaned out still attached to his neck. He turned Castiel around and kissed him deeply as he guided them back to the bed. He needed this, it had been so long. He needed to feel Cas, to see him laid out before him. Castiel needed it too. He wanted to feel this now that he was fully human. He kissed Dean with urgency and continued palming his cock through the thin fabric. Dean laid him down on the bed and kissed down his chest, lapping at the drops that still hadn't fallen. He scrapped his stubbled jaw over a nipple, earning a hiss from his lover, he soothed it with his tongue. Castiel's fingers were entwined with Dean's, who was busy placing bites and scraping with his perfect jaw over his sensitive skin and then teasing with his soft lips and smooth tongue. The sensations were driving Cas mad. Dean nuzzled into the hair at the base of Castiel's cock, it smelled intoxicating. He licked up the hard shaft slowly. Castiel bucked into the warmth when Dean's mouth engulfed his head. Dean took it like an expert and let Cas fuck his mouth gently for a few moments before he pulled off while hallowing out his cheeks, earning a wet pop and a moan from Cas. He stood up and shed his boxers. He looked at the fallen angel who's eyes were dark with lust, who was definitely going to need another shower by the time they were done, and he could hardly believe how lucky he was. He grabbed the lube and stroked his own hardness while he worked Castiel open. They were both so close already by the time Dean pushed his thick cock into his lover. Castiel wrapped his legs around Dean's back, heels pressing into his ass. He'd propped himself on some pillows and his hand reached to Deans neck and roughly pulled him down to kiss him as Dean started thrusting. The angle was perfect and Dean's dick slid over his prostate. He moaned into the hot mouth and bit at the hunter's lower lip. Castiel's nails were pressing hard into Dean's neck, and he could taste blood on his mouth where Cas had bit him. They needed each other this much, they needed to taste and consume every inch of their lover.

"Dean," he moaned low and long.

"Come for me, Castiel."

He loved the way Dean said his full name during sex. It sounded delightfully dirty, like a prayer and a curse at the same time. He kissed Dean deeply has his body shook and spasmed with release, moaning into the hunter's panting mouth. Dean came soon after. He gently kissed Castiel on the mouth after he finished and crawled next to him and laid his head on Cas's chest.

"You are perfect."

Castiel stroked his hair, "I'm glad you think so, Dean. I think we need another shower, my love." They were covered in Castiel's release.

"Yeah probably," Dean sighed. "No funny business this time, featherbrain."

Castiel laughed and they got up and got ready for real this time.

Dean drove him to the DMV and sat while Castiel took his driver's test. He was a little worried about the impala, but he knew Cas wouldn't have lied. His mind drifted to the emails, how many of those people wanted Dean to go home with them? How far would he go to provide for his Castiel and his Sammy? He watched the smiling Cas come back through the door and give him a thumbs up. He laughed at how geeky and adorable he looked at the same time. But his stomach felt sick. He knew he'd do anything to keep those two comfortable. Even if it meant giving himself up.