HUMANS ARE COMPLICATING

Castiel had Friday and Saturday off, so he did not have the chance to go back into the bar and run into Dean. Part of him thought about quitting. He would be able to find another job and the tips he had made from the week would be enough to put some food in the house for a while. Quitting would be much easier than having to face the situation that had occurred only days ago.

As much as he contemplated quitting, he had owed the owner more than that. He had given Castiel a job out of kindness, even though Castiel knew nothing about working at a bar or working at all for that matter. He would just avoid making any kind of contact with Dean if he came in. It was the only thing he could do.

Sunday night was Castiel's first night back and luckily for him, Dean did not stop in. Dean did not stop in on Monday either and Castiel really began to believe that he had done something wrong, but he had no idea what it was and that was the part that was bothering him.

Castiel closed the bar again, this too becoming another routine in his life that he would follow. He was not sure how people did not get sick of routines. Doing the same thing every day seemed like a punishment that one would be given in hell. That is what this was though. For an angel, being human was hell.

"Hey," Castiel heard a familiar voice behind him and his body completely froze. He tried not to turn around but his legs did not seem to obey the commands that his brain was sending. No more than three feet away from Castiel stood Dean. Dean had his hands in his pocket and looked nervous. All Castiel could feel though was anger. He was angry at Dean.

"Good night, Dean," Castiel turned back to his bike and unlocked the wheel. He was not wanting to do this. Avoiding Dean would have been easy but talking to him was far from it.

"Can I give you a ride?" Dean offered again, making Castiel laugh to himself. Castiel should have known what kind of guy Dean was the first night he walked into the bar but he refused to listen to the instinct to run. His gut had not told him to run because he was nervous, it told him to run because it knew that Dean was going to do nothing more than hurt him.

"No," Castiel's words came out harsher than he had intended for them to but he was not going to take it back. He was angry and Dean needed to know that he was angry. Dean also needed to realize that he was lucky. If Castiel was still an angel, there would be nothing to stop him from smiting Dean then and there, but he would never know how lucky he truly was.

"Look, I am sorry," Dean began to apologize and Castiel laughed again.

"Sorry," Castiel repeated the word to himself a little louder than Dean had said it. "You are sorry? I let some strange man into my home and I…"

Castiel's voice trailed off. He had given Dean something that was important to a lot of humans. He had let Dean be the first person to do many things that Castiel had not yet experienced and Dean just let that all go to shit by leaving him there, naked and alone.

"Look, Cas," Dean tried to explain but his words would not come out.

"Look what?" Castiel yelled again, not realizing just how angry he had been. "You are sorry for taking advantage of me and then just leaving me there? Is that what you want to say to me?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded, pulling his hands from his pockets and stepping closer to Castiel. "I am very sorry. I just got scared."

"Scared of what?" Castiel lowered his voice, concern creeping in. What had happened that night that made Dean run away? What had scared him?

"I don't really know," Dean shook his head, looking around so that he did not have to make eye contact with Castiel. "I just got scared okay and I am sorry."

Castiel did not know what to say. His anger was subsiding and all the things he had saved up to say had been born in that anger. None of them really seemed valid now. "Look. I need to go home."

"Let me drive you please," Dean begged, clasping his fingers together. "Can I take you home and we can talk. I promise you I won't leave again, not like that."

Castiel gave in to Dean and soon they were back at his apartment. Castiel knew that this was stupid and Dean was just going to hurt him again but he could not seem to let Dean go. Even though part of him was still angry, he wanted Dean to be near him.

"I need to take a shower," Castiel informed Dean after they had been talking on the couch for a while. They did not discuss what had happened the other night, just made awkward small talk and Castiel was getting tired and he smelled like alcohol.

"Can I join you?' Dean asked, raising his eyebrow in Castiel's direction. Castiel wanted to say no, he needed to say no.

"I would like that," Castiel responded, failing his brain once again as it tried to warn him of the situation. He wanted Dean to go home. No, that was not the truth. He wanted Dean in his bed, just like he had been the other night. What he needed was for Dean to go home.

Dean stood up and reached his hand down for Castiel to take. Reluctant at first, Castiel slipped his fingers through Dean's and allowed Dean to help him to his feet. Dean led them into the bathroom and turned on the water and then turned back to Castiel. There were no words between them, just the both of them helping the other out of their clothes until they were both naked and the room was full of steam.

Castiel climbed in behind Dean and let out a sigh at the hot water beat down against his skin. He pushed up against Dean, both working to be under the water at the same time. Dean's mouth quickly found Castiel's and he wrapped his arms around him, holding him warmly in place. Castiel allowed himself to explore a little more than he had before, running his tongue along Dean's lip, which Dean sucked into his mouth, rolling his own tongue against it.

Castiel's hands clung to Dean's sides, holding him as close to himself as he could possibly get. He did not want to let go for fear that if he did, Dean would disappear once again and leave Castiel broken, alone and naked in the shower this time.

Dean's hands began to wonder down the side of Castiel's body and stopped when his hand rested, cupped over Castiel's hard cock. Dean's cock was hard as well, Castiel could feel it digging into his side and mimicking Dean, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around it. Dean moaned at the touch and Castiel felt himself get that much more excited. He had not had the chance last time to enjoy Dean's body and it felt amazing.

Dean began to stroke his hand up and down the length of Castiel's cock and Castiel played good boy and followed along, doing exactly what Dean was showing him how to do. He was certainly doing it right, judging by the moans that were escaping from Dean's mouth. He liked pleasuring Dean, even more than he liked Dean pleasuring him.

"I want to try something," Dean smiled down at Castiel, taking his mouth against his own once again.

Dean pushed Castiel up against the wall, a small gasp leaving his mouth as his back pressed against the cold surface. Soon it warmed along with his body and he relaxed again. Dean then pushed his body against Castiel, their cocks pressed side by side together.

"Take your hand and place it on this side of my cock," Dean instructed Castiel and he followed, laying his hand over the side of Dean's cock as Dean laid his hand over the side of Castiel's cock, their hands slightly locking together around both of them.

Dean began to move his hand back and forth and Castiel quickly caught on, stroking their cocks together under the hotness of the water. Their motions were slow at first, getting a good feeling on how this was going to work out but the better it began to feel the quicker they were stroking along with the other. Both of them were moaning and panting, kissing at each other's lips and faces and necks.

"Oh Dean," Castiel cried out, coming at the feel of Dean's cock. Watching the look in Castiel's eyes as he came was enough to throw Dean over the edge and he came hard, everything he had in him shooting against Castiel's milky white skin.

Dean leaned against Castiel, his arms pressed up against the side of the shower on either side of Castiel's head. He kissed Castiel hard, sticking his tongue into Castiel's mouth and rolling it around. Castiel moaned against the feeling, never wanting to move from this spot.

They kissed until the water began to turn cold against their skin, forcing them to quickly exit the shower. Dean grabbed a towel from the counter and began to dry Castiel off before Drying himself off. Castiel was smiling, unable to control his happiness. Maybe he had not done anything wrong this time so Dean would not leave him.

"I am sorry that I left you," Dean apologized, almost as if he was reading Castiel's mind. "I would really like to stay this time, if that is okay with you?"

"I would like that Dean," Castiel took initiative and leaned up to kiss Dean softly before leading Dean into his room.

Dean, though nervous, crawled naked under the covers with Castiel and wrapped his arms around him. Castiel laid his head on Dean's chest, his breathing shallow and Dean ran his hands through his hair until he was sure the other man was asleep. He was not sure what he was getting himself into.

Castiel woke happily the next morning, stretching his body out across the bed. It was then that he realized his bed was empty once again. Castiel frowned, realizing that Dean had taken off but soon found a note on the coffee table.

Had to get to work, didn't want to wake you. I hope you have a great day. Dean.

He didn't leave. Well he did, but this time he had a reason. And Castiel was happy again.