Dean looked around with anticipation, but he couldn't say why. He took in the room. It was Cas'. Cas was standing in front of THE closet. He was shirtless and had on basketball shorts that hung loosely around his hips. Dean couldn't stop himself from licking his bottom lip. Cas turned his head to look at him and smiled. He was pulling out leather cuffs with buckles and clips on them. Dean felt himself instinctually move towards the end of the bed he'd been sitting on. Cas smiled sweetly at him until he got right up in Dean's face. He then took Dean by the neck and forced his head to one side.

Cas ran his nose along Dean's jawline and up behind his ear, stopping only to nip at his earlobe. Dean shuttered and smiled a little. He felt his lower half start to heat up and the anticipation grew with each stroke Castiel made along Dean's neck. Every time Cas bit him Dean couldn't contain his twitch. He wanted to pull against Cas' hold and return the favor, but he didn't want to break the moment. Cas pulled him off the bed and turned him around, still holding him by the throat. He pressed himself and Dean could feel that he was hard. Cas very swiftly bent Dean over making his face bounce against the matress.

Dean shot straight up in his bed, panting. He looked down in disbelief at his arousal. "Oh HELL no." He had not just had a god damned wet dream about Castiel. He didn't know what the fuck to do with himself. He couldn't very well talk to Sam about it, or Bobby. He looked at the clock on his bed side table. It said 2:34. Dean reached for his phone, maybe Charlie was still up. He had to pace, so he went outside and dialed her number.

"Dean? Is everything ok?" She sounded winded.

"Well, yes, but no. Were you running?"

"We will say I was... What's up Dean?"

"Will you meet me? I need to talk, or something."

"Sure, let me get dressed."

They picked a location and Dean got the impala started. He listened to the sound of the engine and felt a little better. He felt like he needed to establish some of his masculinity again. Cas was taking over his mind.

He drove to the small 24/7 coffee shop Charlie had specified. She was sitting at a small green table when he strolled up and plopped in the adjacent seat. She raised an eyebrow at him. Dean went to say exactly what happened, but he stopped. He couldn't make himself say it. All he could do is stare at her with his mouth slightly open in a panicked desperation. He let his head fall down and land hard on the table.

"Dean, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong..." He just grunted, "Is this about your boyfriend?"

His head popped and he scowled at her, "He is NOT my BOYFRIEND..." He thought about what was about to come out of his mouth and he just looked down and scowled at his lap, "Son of a bitch."

"Deaaaan, tell me what's going on."

"I'm not gay!" He looked at her for confirmation. She just looked at him with skeptimism. Dean shook his head and sighed, "I had a dream."

"Well, aren't we just the next MLK. Did it involve a certain lawyer?"

"Yes."

"What happened in this dream?" Dean just stared at her with a dead expression. Her face brightened and she clapped her hands together, "You had a sex dream! You can't say that's not gay Dean!"

"I'm not gay Charlie... but he is taking over my brain. He's like an itch I can't scratch. He's my friend, but he showed me his dark side."

"OOOOOOOH! Star Wars will take over the planet! He has a dark side... let me guess. He has a foot fetish?"

"No, not that I know of. He's a kink fest Charlie. Like the whips and chains. The being tied down and spanking." He sat back in his seat and resituated himself in his pants. It was really weird, but every time he brought up the leather shit he flet himself heat up. He looked at her in distress.

"Dean. Bro. You have a thing for this guy. You are going to have to accept this. IT'S SO GREAT! You know what this means? I'm not the only one anymore! Hop on the homo-train Dean. I promise it's a great ride." Her enthusiasm made him smile a little. He was still distraught on the inside, but he did feel a little better. Charlie was the little sister he never had. Dean loved her very much.