AN: warning; awkward Daddy Winchester conversations, and a frightfully, sickening amount of fluff. If this chapter makes you do anything, it'll probably be vomiting all over your keyboard, I apologise in advance; I think I gagged a little just typing this chapter... But apart from that, please do enjoy! XD

Dean gave Castiel the short tour around the Singer/Winchester household, explaining how it was usually messier but he and Sam had done some cleaning and hiding the perpetual mess. Castiel smiled politely, complimented Bobby on his home and John on his sons before being left in Dean's room, being babysat by Sam whilst Dean spoke to his father.

"So, Dean, do you fancy explaining yourself?" John asked, folding his arms across his chest. Dean chewed on his lip nervously.

"...You're not mad?"

"What? Of course not! I just want to know how you can have a boyfriend without being gay."

Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other; "well, there's this, term, I'm, pansexual."

John frowned; "what the Hell is that?"

"I means, I don't see gender, I, only see personality... Well, with me I just see something I can have sex with."

"You damn kids just can't be straight, or gay, or bi any more, can you! You've got to have all these fancy new terms and shit!" John smiled.

"Basically dad, it just means I'm a very slutty bisexual."

"Right, so what about him? Is he pan... Whatever? Or is he just gay? Or stupid?

Dean frowned at his father's mischievous grin; "He's pansexual too... And asexual."

"Now what the Hell does that mean?"

"It means, he isn't interested in sex."

John shook his head, having trouble following; "wait... Explain!"

"He's pan, so he doesn't see gender, he sees personality. And he's asexual, so he isn't interested in sex."

"...Why is someone not interested in sex getting in to a relationship?"

Dean shrugged; "companionship? I mean... We're great together! I don't care I'm not having sex, I really like him."

John nodded, a slight smile on his face; "all right... What does Sammy think?"

"About?"

"Everything!"

"Well, he likes Cas, Hell, everyone likes Cas! And, the pansexual thing, he thinks it's hilarious. He's all "LOL, you're just gay and in denial!" ...Whatever."

John snorted a laugh; "really... I wouldn't have pegged you as gay... And what's LOL?"

"It's internet speak; L-O-L, laugh-out-loud... And anyway, I'm too manly, right? Sammy says I'm overcompensating."

"Internet speak? Dear, fucking, God! Well, out of the two of you, my money definitely wouldn't have been on you!"

Dean smirked; "I know, right! He's the fairy princess, but... Here we are. He has a gorgeous girlfriend, and, I'm getting cuddly with another dude."

"Well... You boys never stop surprising me... Can I meet him? Properly? For dinner, Bobby and I were going to get pizza."

"Yeah, of course you can meet him! Just, don't scare him away, he's kind of shy."

John chuckled; "really Dean? He doesn't seem like the kind of guy you'd go for."

"...Why?"

"Shy? No interest in sex? Does he like pie?"

Dean grinned; "yeah, he likes pie."

"Well, one out of three.

Dean laughed and let his dad pull him in to a headlock-hug, giving each other a friendly punch in the arm, before John went to join Bobby in the kitchen and Dean ran back up to Cas. He and Sam were sat on Sam's bed looking through a Biology textbook when Dean burst in. Sam's head shot up.

"What did he say?"

Dean smirked and flopped down on to his bed; "not much, just needed it, explaining."

"What? That you're strictly in to dick now?"

Dean grabbed the closest thing to him and threw it at Sam; "no, he wanted to know how I could have a boyfriend and not be gay, then I had to explain it all to him."

"So, he's ok with, us?" Castiel asked, twisting his fingers together. Dean smiled and propped himself up on his elbows.

"Yeah, you staying for dinner? He wants to meet you, properly."

"Really?"

"Yeah! Don't worry about it! I'm sure Bobby will sing your praise... Come here."

Cas smiled and shifted over to Dean's bed, sitting in the middle, letting Dean curl himself around him, resting his face by Cas' thigh. Sam smiled meekly and pulled himself up.

"I'll leave you two to... I don't know..."

Dean smiled up at Castiel, stroking a finger up and down his leg; "so... Welcome to my life."

"It's great, Dean, it really is."

"Really?"

Castiel smiled and pushed his fingers through Dean's short hair; "yes. Thank you for sharing it with me."

Dean quickly pulled himself up, shuffling up to Cas and taking his hands in his; "you're the first person I've brought home to meet, my family."

"I am?"

Dean smiled sheepishly; "well, yeah... I've never actually been this serious about anyone before, though..."

"Well, that's good, I think?"

"It just means, I have no idea what I'm doing any more. Mindless one night stands, I can do them with my hands behind my back, but a serious relationship?"

Castiel smiled; "we can do this together then. It makes me feel a little better knowing you're just as new to this as I am, I don't feel any pressure to... Measure up."

"Measure up to what? You already exceed expectations, just, keep being you."

Dean reached up and cupped Cas' face, pulling his forehead against his, staring in to his eyes. Castiel slipped an arm up around Dean's side, pulling him a little closer; Dean smiled and quickly pressed his lips to Cas' before pulling him in to a warm hug.

"You know Dean, you're not nearly as smooth as you say you are," Castiel chuckled in to Dean's neck. Dean smirked.

"I know..."

"It's your own fault, I would have found you charming and sweet before, but after introducing me to modern media, I've become cynical and insipid. And now I find your speeches uninspired and... Girly."

Dean barked out a laugh and held his boyfriend at arms length; "gee, thanks Cas. I love you too!"

Castiel grinned and pulled Dean back in to another hug. They sat holding each other until Dean cleared his throat, pulling away slightly.

"Can I ask you something?"

The smaller boy shrugged and nodded; "sure."

"I told my dad you were asexual, and, explained what it was... He asked why you were in a relationship if you aren't interested in sex..."

Castiel smiled at the lack of actual question; "just because I'm not interested in sex doesn't mean, I can't be, or, won't be in the future. In ten years time I could be, as bad as you! Asexual means, I'm not sexually attracted to anyone, which I'm not."

"What about me?"

"I'm romantically attracted to you, Dean... Anyway, the point is, personally, my asexuality comes from my lack of, sex drive, I suppose. I can't very well be sexually attracted to someone if I don't have any sexual feelings, at all. That's not to say I'll always be like this, but for now..."

Dean smiled meekly and nodded; "all right."

Castiel lifted his hand to Dean's cheek, rubbing it softly with his thumb; "I get you're confused, I am, if I'm honest, but, I don't know."

"Well, I like you nonetheless."

"Thank you. I like you too."

Dean smirked; "you'd better."

Eventually, Bobby and John returned with food and called everyone down. They even made the effort of sitting at the dining room table instead of in the front room, in front of the TV. For the first few minutes, everyone sat in an awkward silence, not sure how to proceed. It was Sam who eventually broke the silence.

"So, Dad... When are you taking off again?"

John shrugged; "I have a week, abouts. I'll be back for Christmas though, but only for the three days."

"It's better than nothing,"

"I suppose... So... Castiel... Tell me about yourself."

Cas looked to Dean before looking blankly at John; "what would you like to know?"

"Um... How did you meet?"

"My cousin, Gabriel, has several lockers in school, unofficially. One of those lockers was given to Dean on his first day, and, I was there when Gabriel discovered he was one down."

John pursed his lips and nodded; "right... So... You two, hit it off straight away?"

"Not really, no. You see, I have a reputation at school, of sorts, where, I'm more popular than I should be, and being at the top of the social hierarchy, and Dean at the bottom - being new - we didn't get much chance for interaction. I introduced myself and left it there. Any further interactions were just, happy coincidence, be it from us sitting next to each other in lesson or, being partnered for a project."

John looked at Dean, slightly wide-eyed, silently asking for a translation. Dean smirked.

"Basically Dad: Cas and his family are, top dogs at school, they're the elite. I was some lowly new kid, and wasn't allowed to talk to him, or his family, or even look at them, or share their oxygen."

"Ok? So, how did, this happen?" he asked, gesturing towards Dean and Castiel. Dean smirked at Castiel.

"Over a number of days I developed an, infatuation with your son, only I wasn't aware. I was made aware by, my brother, and cousin, and Dean, actually. Then after my brother found out he made it his mission to, couple us."

John looked between Dean and Sam. Sam snorted and nodded.

"Cas told his brother he liked Dean - who told Gabe. Dean told me he liked Cas, I told Gabe, we spent a whole day trying to set them up."

"Oh..."

Dean rolled his eyes; "it was more than that, Sam!"

"That was just, the short version. Besides, if not for us, you two wouldn't be here, you'd still be edging around the idea you both have big gay crushes on each other."

"...I'm not arguing with you."

"So anyway, how long have you two... Been... A thing?" John asked.

"Twenty-two days!" Sam sang, laughing to himself. Dean scowled and kicked his brother under the table. John frowned.

"What's funny?"

"Twenty-two days is the longest relationship either of them have had. That's why Cas is here today, it's a big deal!"

Dean glared, wishing he was a Jedi so he could choke Sam without touching him. John smiled.

"Well, that's good, right?"

Dean cleared his throat; "yes dad, it's good, it's very good! Samantha's just jealous."

Sam snorted; "oh yeah, real jealous."

"Cut it out, Sam. When do I get to meet your girlfriend?"

Dean grinned; "yeah Sammy, why are you bringing Jess over?"

John smirked; "Jess eh?"

Sam's face instantly flushed a bright shade of red as Dean and John leered at him; he glanced up at Castiel who shot him a quick "I feel your pain" look. Bobby suddenly cleared his throat, reminding everyone he was there.

"I think it's time for dessert... Hey, Castiel, can you help?"

Castiel smiled politely and helped Bobby take plates back in to the kitchen, he and Bobby using it as an excuse to give John and his sons time.

"So... Dean... Cas is a bit... Odd."

Dean grinned; "I know."

"I mean, what's up with how he talks? And the suits?"

"Oh, that's just him, he's very wordy, and the suits are just, his thing. Like, Sam has the girly hair, and I have my leather jacket, he has suits."

"Well, he seems nice. Even though I could barely understand a word he said!"

"Yeah, you get used to it. Don't argue with him though, he'll win by default because you don't understand him."

John nodded; "very good."

Sam smirked; "hey Dean, tell him about Cas has no idea what pop culture is."

John looked at Dean confoundedly; "what?"

"Oh um, Cas doesn't really follow... Life. He'd never listened to Metallica, or, watched Star Wars... Until I came along!"

John gaped; "how did he live?"

Dean shrugged; "beats me. He liked classical music and artsy films about, stuff... But he likes Metallica now, and we dressed up as Indianna Jones for Halloween!"

"Good boy, you teach him the ways of the Winchesters!"

Castiel remained at Bobby's house - he and Dean hiding out in Dean's room, until they decided it was time to leave. They climbed in to the Impala and each let out a deep sigh, as if they'd just escaped the evil clutches of a dark lord by baffling him.

"Well, dad likes you," Dean smiled, reaching over to take Cas' hand in his. Castiel smiled back, tilting his head to the side.

"Really?"

Dean nodded and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's knuckles; "yeah. He thinks you're a total oddball, but he finds it endearing, like I do."

Cas pouts; "I'm odd?"

Dean snorts, yanking Cas closer; "um, yeah! You're a fucking weirdo! And I say that will nothing but love and affection."

"Well, thank you Dean. For including me and calling me cruel, cruel names."

"...I preferred old you, before you got snarky."

"I'm only like this because you made me like this, and you most definitely deserve it."

"I'm just going to take it as a sign you're comfortable with me, and aren't afraid to call me out on my shit."

Castiel smiled and squeezed Dean's hand affectionately; "you provide so much for me to call you out on."

"...You know what, Cas. Let's go, and maybe change the subject as we drive off in to the sunset."

"All right, how's this for a subject: you're a clichéd fool."

Dean laughed and pressed another quick kiss to Cas' knuckles before getting the car in motion; Castiel smiled and relaxed in his seat beside Dean, feeling completely at ease, like nothing could ruin this moment. He admired Dean from his place in the passenger seat, watching how he drove effortlessly, his eyes fixed on the road in front of him, his arms tensing and flexing as he steered. Smiling to himself, he pulled his phone from his pocket, managing to snap a picture of Dean without him noticing. He studied his boyfriends profile on the small screen, involuntarily letting out a quiet giggle. Dean smirked and glanced over.

"What's tickled you?"

He craned his neck to see what Cas was looking out, before pouting childishly.

"Nothing," Cas mused.

"Liar! Did you just take a picture of me?"

Castiel shrugged innocently; "I figure I need one."

"Why? I'm right here?"

"And when you're not? You're beautiful Dean, and at times, like when you're driving, you're profile is, well, for want of a better word, perfect."

Dean couldn't help but smile; "are you trying to butter me up for something? Have you got some bad news?"

"Of course not, can I not find your face aesthetically pleasing?"

"Not unless you want something."

Castiel smiled; "I want you to be aware of how handsome you are."

"Well thanks, Cas. You ain't half bad yourself."

"Hmm. Should I be more offended by the lack of effort you put in to the compliment or your grammar?"

Dean grinned; "your choice, alls I know is if we combined our DNA, we'd have some fucking gorgeous babies."

That evening, after dropping Cas off at home, Dean and Sam lounged in the front room with John, discussing their new life. Sam talked about Jess, how they met and how amazing she was - including her dream to teach first graders and how they had so much in common. He also began sharing Dean's "epic gay romance" until John hit him with a cushion, wanting to hear it from Dean instead. Dean grinned and explained the ridiculous social hierarchy at Kripke High, and how it stopped him so much as looking at Cas, and how he inadvertently found himself doing a History project with him, which led to accidental friendship.

"So wait, he never had any friends?"

Dean shook his head; "he kept to himself, Gabe was his only real friend, but he's his cousin, so..."

"Good on you, kid. So how'd you get him to fall in love with you?"

"No clue whatsoever. I mean, what people normally like about me, he's indifferent to! So... I don't know."

"Well, it's nice to see you boys so, settled. I'm sorry it took so long, but, at least I left you in the right place."

Dean grinned and slumped further in to the sofa; "you did good, dad."

Sam stretched out his arms and legs, letting out a groan before pulling himself up; "I've got some homework to finish, and, I'm kinda tired... See you tomorrow."

John smiled and pulled his youngest in to a large hug, patting him on the back before letting him scurry upstairs, leaving himself and Dean in a somewhat awkward silence. Dean eventually cleared his throat and looked to his dad.

"You're really ok with it? Me and Cas?"

John shrugged; "yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know... Your eldest, manliest son... Liking guys."

"I'm not seeing the problem, kid. You are who you are."

Dean frowned; "I just, expected... More. Either, shouting at me for being 'queer' or... I don't know."

John snorted a laugh; "you're saying you want me to give you a big girly hug because you've accepted yourself as pan-whatever? I knew you weren't completely straight, I do remember Ash! But, I just thought he was, an experiment, so I never said anything. Other than him, you never really seemed interested in guys...
"And why would I shout at you? I know being gay isn't a choice, Hell, some of the toughest guys I knew were gay! And this was in the 60's! This was way before 'Don't ask, don't tell'... Man, some of those guys I was stationed with... Remember Sergeant Ford?"

Dean nodded.

"He was gay!"

Dean's jaw fell open; "seriously? He was a badass! From what you said; and, you said he got loads of tail!"

John chuckled; "turns out they were, lady-boys or whatever... Looked pretty nice and feminine, but, they had what counted... Anyway, Dean, I'm saying, I accept you! Completely! I can only imagine the looks your mother would give me if I didn't, I'd be on the sofa for weeks!"

Dean smiled; "thanks dad."

John pat his son on the leg, a slight grin on his face; "besides, what business is it of mine if my eldest wants to spoon with a suit-wearing angel-named weirdo?"

Dean laughed; "he's not that weird!"

"Oh he is, maybe a little worse than you! You complete each other. Let me knew when I'm invite to your Trekkie wedding."

Before Dean could reply with his own snarky comment, John ruffled his hair and stalked out of the living room. Dean sat, his mouth slightly agape before resigning to a happy grin, jumping from the sofa and running up the stairs. Sam was hunched over a textbook in bed, drumming a pen on his knee.

"Evening loser."

Sam rolled his eyes and ignored his older brother, focusing his attention on the words in his book. Dean slumped down on Sam's bed, grinning.

"You can say what you like, Sammy. Because Daddy accepts me for me!"

A slight smirk tugged at Sam's lips; "that's cute, Dean. Did you have big girly chat? Did he hug you? Did you cry?"

Dean laughed and punched Sam's shoulder; "you're an ass, you know that?"

"I learned from the best... Going to call your boyfriend? Plan your big gay wedding?"

"Yup."

Dean surprised Castiel at his locker the following morning, a goofy "I'm so in love" grin on his face. Castiel smiled meekly and swapped books in and out of his bag.

"Morning."

"Hello, Dean."

"You all right?"

Cas hummed non-committally, shutting his locker. Dean frowned and held Cas' arm gently, not expecting his boyfriend to flinch and duck out of his grip.

"Cas?"

Castiel frowned and looked at his feet; "sorry."

"What's up?"

"Nothing, I just... Don't, want to be touched."

Dean played with his bag strap awkwardly; "oh... Did I do something wrong?"

Castiel looked up, frowning at how dejected Dean looked; "no! I just, I'm feeling, awkward, I don't want anyone to touch me right now. Sorry."

Dean tried to force a smile; "no, it's all right, you, want some space?"

"Hmm? Oh, no, I'd like your company, just, no physical contact, if that's all right."

"Yeah, no, that's fine... Is this just, some, weird, thing you have?"

Castiel nodded, beginning to lead the way down the corridor towards their home-room; "I have intimacy issues. I know, you'd never have guessed, right?"

Dean smiled; "do these issues just, come and go?"

"Ish. They're usually brought on, by... Stuff."

"Stuff being?"

Cas let out a resigned sigh; "Zach was being, inappropriate this morning. Saying things, about you mainly. It just made me feel, sort of anxious and, a bit squeamish. And now I'm just feeling really awkward."

"Right... What was he saying?"

"Things. That you'd, do to me... Sexual things..."

Dean scowled; "what a prick! Sorry, but, does he know you're, awkward?"

"Everyone in my family knows."

"What a dick! If he wasn't your brother I'd punch him in his smug face! You do know that he was wrong, right? I'd never..."

Castiel nodded; "I know, but now the image is in my head and, it's just making me feel, kind of sick if I'm honest..."

"Well, it's all right Cas. You have boundaries, I respect that... Wish I could give you a hug though."

Castiel smiled; "later maybe. English might distract me enough to take my mind of it..."

Dean grinned; "well, roll on English!"

Castiel chuckled and followed Dean in to their home-room. Dean slumped down in his seat beside Chuck and pulled his phone out, texting Gabriel, requesting a revenge prank on Zacharia. Gabriel seemed all but too eager to help.

It wasn't until lunch Castiel allowed Dean to pull him in to a warm hug; hiding his face in the crook of Dean's neck, his arms clamped tightly around his waist whilst Dean rubbed soothing circles in to his back.

"I'm sorry," Cas mumbled in to Dean's neck. Dean smiled and pressed a kiss in to Cas' hair.

"You've nothing to apologise for."

Smiling, Castiel pulled away and looked up in to Dean's eyes; "what did I do to deserve you?"

Dean smiled meekly; "don't you start with that deserving crap! And what do you mean?"

"I mean, I can't believe we're still together, I keep waiting for the moment this, get's too much for you?"

"You're starting to scare me Cas, explain!"

Cas let out a long sigh; "anyone else would have gotten bored by now... By the lack of, intimacy. No sex is usually a deal-breaker with people these days, and I have days where I don't want you to so much as touch my arm! I'm just waiting for the day you can't do this any more."

Forcing a smile, Dean pushed a hand through Cas' hair, softly holding the back of his head; "you'll be waiting a long time then, Cas. I'm not most people, not sure if you've noticed. I honestly don't care you don't put out! Please believe me... I like, spending time with you, teaching you the ways of the modern world, listening to you go on and on about your favourite book, watching you study! It's actually pretty boring, but I'd rather watch you study than have sex with you!"

"But, don't you miss it?"

"What? Meaningless sex with people I don't care about and will probably never see again? Take a guess."

"Is it not, enjoyable all the same?"

Dean shrugged; "the, physical act, yeah, but there's nothing I can't take care of myself, but... Imagine, uh... Having a huge library, full of books! More than you could comprehend... Now imagine not being able to read. You have all these books, you can look at them, flip the pages, but, you'll never, do more than that. You'll never be able to find out what's inside of them, you'll never find out if one book's better than all the rest..."

Castiel smiled, his eyes brighter than Dean had ever seen; "thank you, Dean."

"For God's sake Cas, stop thanking me! ...I might never understand your choices, but I will always respect them! And now I think it's time we stop, I may just spew from all the nice things I said... I never knew I had a way with words. It's you, you've rubbed off on me!"

"Very well, at least some good is coming from this."

"Yeah, I teach you the wonders of modern cinema, you teach me how to talk."

"It's a deal... Uh, Dean?"

Dean smiled and stared in to Cas' eyes; "yeah?"

Castiel chewed on his bottom lip; "could you... Kiss me?"

Dean's eyes widened; "here? In public?"

"...Yes. Please?"

"No need to ask twice..."

Dean cupped his boyfriend's face softly, gently pulling it closer to his own and pushing their lips together. Castiel fisted his hands in Dean's jacket, remembering to breathe; the kiss only last a second, two at most, and the look of complete gratitude Castiel gave Dean once they pulled away forced Dean to pull him in to another warm hug. Cas huffed a quiet laugh and settled against Dean's chest, feeling warm and fuzzy all over.

AN: So I was reading my reviews, and it seems I've been offensive with my use of asexual and pansexual. Firstly, I didn't start this story with the plan of Cas being asexual, that just happened at some point and I did just quickly throw it in there; then finally in this chapter Cas got to explain a little bit about it, and I didn't just blindly write what I think is asexuality. I have researched this! I spent a whole day traipsing through blogs, journals, peoples personal stories, medical websites, and my version of Castiel IS asexual. I know that some asexuals do have a sex drive, but some don't! I know some asexuals just aren't interested in sex with other people but are happy to be sexual with themselves, but here, Castiel just does not have a sex drive - the same as many asexuals I've come across during my research. I've also read a couple of personal accounts from people who aren't interested in sex but have it just to please their partner, and people who have over time become somewhat interested in sex...

I will however admit I was wrong with the pansexuality. I had no idea there was such thing as panromantic, is never came up, anywhere! Asexual blogs discussed romantic attractions, but nowhere was the term "panromantic" used, so, I apologise. But in my defence, the accounts in my story are coming from someone who doesn't understand sexual orientations fully himself; somewhere down the line he's been told he's this and that, and just accepted it, no questions asked. So with this new information, I will possibly explore the fact Cas is actually panromantic in upcoming chapters, but for now I hope this little "note" clears up some confusion, and I really don't mean to offend anyone with my lackadaisical definitions, and I shall try to right my wrongs, and can only ask you still try to enjoy the story despite any inaccuracies.