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So just a heads up I'm not sure how much I will be able to update in August what with holidays and everything, but don't worry I won't have forgotten the story or anything, but it might take me a while to get more chapters up that month.

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Castiel lead Dean to the open whatever, he would call the hood had it been a car, but well it was the plane equivalent he guessed. Though why it was open he had no idea. I mean, he was a mechanic sure, but he dealt with cars, planes where a complete mystery to him.

"So Castiel, what's with having the hood up?" He asked casually trying to push away his feelings for the guy with the bravo statement.

"Castiel?" Castiel turned to him and asked with a tilt of his head making Dean thoroughly confused.

"Yeah that's your name right?" He asked as if he wasn't completely sure of the answer, and well he was dealing with a Novak, so who knew? Maybe he really wasn't called Castiel after all?

"Yes its just… nothing." Castiel replied turning back to his plane when he remembered his decision that morning to support Gabriel's relationship. He had already stepped across one line with the staring, he didn't need to step across another with the whole nickname thing.

"No way, you're not getting out that easy. What is it?" Dean asked, anything to get out of talking about planes, or flying or anything that he was actually here to learn.

"its just last time you call me Cas." Castiel replied somewhat sheepishly looking at Dean through his far to long eyelashes making Dean think that quite frankly he would call this guy anything he wanted him to. Though he wasn't sure what he wanted him to call him.

"Sorry dude, must have been lack of oxygen.," Dean tried to joke in case the guy felt offended or something, though it didn't seem like that, it was always better to air on the side of caution in Deans mind.

"I liked it." Castiel replied moving his head so he was now staring straight at Dean who just gulped at the look in his eyes.

"Well then Cas it is." He finally replied still staring right back at the man. Cos damn, there was no way when those blue eyes where on him he could look else where. "So why you showing me under your angels hood Cas?"he asked in a straggled voice, trying to make it look like he wasn't interested in Cas. But damn he really was.

At that sentence Castiel smiled and Dean almost melted into a puddle on the floor. Castiel couldn't believe that Dean had called his plane angel, though that thought was muted somewhat by the thought of who had told him that name. because it certainly wasn't Castiel himself, which meant Gabriel must have mentioned it. though why his brother and Dean had been discussing him on there date was a mystify to him.

"I would like to explain the concept of the engine of this plane to you Dean." He finally answered the other man.

"Why?" Dean asked, cos really, why?

"You are a mechanic correct?" Castiel asked as he leaned against the plane to explain his reasoning to Dean.

"Yeah so?" Dean asked still not getting it.

"So I thought if you knew how the plane worked you would feel better flying in it." Castiel replied with a shrug of his shoulders making Dean chuckle.

"Yeah well its not like I can just pull over and fix it if breaks down though can I?" He replied shaking his head at Cas' crazy idea.

"That's why we need to make sure it wouldn't break down." Castiel emphasised turning so he was facing the engine about to start the lesson.

Dean rolled his eyes at the man's back and muttered "comforting." In a sarcastic voice. Though Castiel chose to ignore the tone.

"Yes I like to think so." And with that Castiel started to tell Dean about the engine and explain the different parts. Dean kinda zoned out of the lesson as such and just listened to what he was saying, cos in his mind there was nothing sexier than a man explaining an engine to him.

Castiel looked over at Dean when he was explaining a specific part and he saw that his eyes were glazed over. It seemed Dean was not interested in learning how the engine of planes worked, either that or he had been distracted by something else, maybe he was thinking of Gabriel? Planning there next date maybe? That thought stabbed through him and he shoved it aside and decided it was time to take another track with this lesson.

"Okay Dean, I think it time I taught you what was what in the cockpit." Castiel said to the other man in the middle of his own sentence.

"Hu?" Dean asked pulling himself out of fantasies that involved him and Cas and cars, in various different positions, be it on them or in them.

"You heard Dean. Get into the plane." Castiel snapped at him fed up with him zoning out on him. He could only put up with so much after all.

"Okay." Dean agreed realising he had pissed Cas off and not wanting to have to explain what he was thinking about. As such he went up to the plan and got inside. Of course once there he remembered the last time he was inside this plane and his breath started coming in short gasps.

"Calm down Dean, you are going nowhere, I'm not in the cockpit." Castiel said in a calming tone as he noticed the man's accelerated breathing. He had planed to get up in the pilot seat to show Dean what was what but from his reaction he knew that that would not work. It looked like he was going to have to do it all from here. With that he leaned into the cockpit, slightly worried when Deans slightly calmed breathing speed up once more. But when it settled to a rhythm that yes, was accelerated but not worryingly so, he continued with his lesson, teaching Dean what all the instruments on the dash were for.

Dean on the other hand had calmed when Cas had said he wasn't getting into the cockpit. They weren't going anywhere, he could sit in a stationary plane right? that was until Cas leaned in with him and started pointing out different things. It was at that point Deans mind went somewhere completely different. having Cas this close to him, close enough that he could feel his breath on his face when he turned to look at him, close enough that he could feel the warmth from his body against his own. Close enough that they had no matter now much either of them moved they had constant physical contact, it was in Deans mind bliss filled torture. Hell if he could have this contact when Cas flew he doubted he would care one way or another where he was, juts as long as the guy kept touching him. Oh Dean knew he didn't mean anything by any of it, the cockpit was small and as Cas was leaning in from his side it was extremely close quarters, but that didn't stop his mind and body reacting in a certain way. Luckily Cas didn't notice. Or so he thought.

Castiel talked about the different instruments as if on autopilot, he was finding it rather distracting being this close to Dean and it took all his effort not to lean that little bit closer to the man, to whisper his words into his ear. To casually run his hand up Deans legs as he talked and make his breathing speed up once more. In fact the only thing that stopped him from playing with the man he had completely at his mercy was the thought of Gabriel. Damn his brother for ruining his fun. But even he wasn't noble enough not to take enjoyment at the accidental touches they shared, or to stop him from watching Deans every movement like a predictor watches his prey. He was after all, only human. And Dean it seemed was extremely susceptible to his actions. That wasn't his fault, and Gabriel couldn't blame him if Dean reacted in a certain way to his close presence now could he? And if he did then maybe his brother should find himself someone... else.