Cas was sitting on his couch staring at his painting. He was missing Dean. He knew he hadn't scared him away, but he was afraid that if he called him and asked him to come over or to meet up somewhere Dean would say no. Maybe he had weirded him out a little too much. Cas knew that his secret was a lot to take in. Not everyone can handle that kind of relationship. Not that he was trying to force Dean into anything, but Cas has a very hard time not imagining being with Dean. Strapping him down and making him sweat. Or better yet have Dean leave marks on his back because he's so close to busting he has no choice but to claw at him.

Cas shook his head to clear the fantasy away, but it wouldn't leave his mind completely. He felt himself get hard and growled in frustration. Cas had on loose, thin sweatpants. He tried to rearrange himself, but he bit his lip when his hand made contact. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. Cas' hand snapped away and he blushed as if he'd been caught. He awkwardly stood up and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders so he could hide his hard on from who ever was at the door.

"Um, Hello? How can I help you?" The bright red headed female was looking at him intently.

"My name is Charlie. I would like to have a word with you." She pushed past him and he looked after her as she took up Dean's seat on the couch.

"Uh, yeah, sure, but who are you? Would you like me to dress further?" He was blushing and not making eye contact. His eyes snapped to her though when she said she was Dean's sister. "I wasn't aware Dean had a little sister."

"Well, we aren't blood related, but family doesn't end in blood. No you don't have to put a shirt on, this won't take long." She patted the cushion beside her and he sat as he was told. Force of habit he guessed.

"Now, I know that you are very much into Dean." She held up her hand when he went to protest, "Don't deny it, because I saw how you looked at the girl at the bar. I was there. I also know that Dean is into you." At this Cas' mouth fell open a little. Then he glared at her. How dare she lie to him. Cas knew Dean wasn't gay. Again she held up her hand to stop him from interrupting her, "We talked last night. He called me around two forty last night. He had a dream. He's never really been into anyone seriously in his life, especially a man." Cas couldn't believe his ears. It's as if his prayer was being answered.

"I'm here to tell you though, If you hurt him in anyway, mentally or physically against his will, I will find you and I will kill you. I will castrate you first and make sure you see your balls before I let you bleed out, but death will soon follow." She met his eyes and smiled hugely. "But on a happier note, I'm so in love with the fact that Dean is into you! It's so great. It's cute. He blushes when he talks about it, it's just awesome." Cas couldn't help but blush and smile himself. He giggled and brought his knees to his chest. Charlie smiled at him and told him to stand up.

"I want to inspect you. Let's see what has Dean so riled up." He got up, but he was really self conscious now. She stripped the blanket off of him and spread out his arms. He was very thankful he had lost all of the bloodflow in his pants by now. "Turn." He did as he was told and blushed. "You are in very nice shape. You have acute bottom on a male's standard. I still prefer the lady booty, but yours works for Dean." Cas laughed. He couldn't help it. He thought Charlie was a peach. She walked towards the door and wrote a number on a sticky note she pulled out of her bag.

"This is my number. Call me if you every need advice or you know, just want to talk about all the lovely gay things." She turned and gave him a hug after he opened the door, "Make my boy happy and all will be well."

He returned the hug full force, "Thank you, Charlie." She shrugged her shoulders merrily and skipped away down the hall."

Castiel smiled as he shut the door. He was so happy he felt as though he could could fly. He couldn't contain the happy feeling he got when he thought of Dean being into him. He heard his phone go off. He picked it up and saw two messages. One was from Dean and the other from his brother, Gabriel.

The one from Dean read, "Can I come over? Need to talk." He replied saying of course, and moved on to his brother's text. "Hey lil bro. gonna be there around 8. Be ready. I got the sweets. -Gabe" Cas looked at his clock, and it was already six. He sighed and told him that he would be ready. He then went to his bedroom to change, but thought better of it. Charlie had said his ass looked good in these, maybe Dean would think so as well.

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Dean sat in Baby for a solid five minutes before he could move. He couldn't remember a time when he had been this nervous. He was about to change his and Cas' relationship, and his life for that matter, forever. He got out and walked to Cas' door. He wasn't about to pansy out now. Charlie would kick his ass into next week. Probably on a Tuesday. Dean hates Tuesdays. Shaking his head he knocked on the door; a little harsher than he meant to. Cas called for him to come in. Dean walked in and stopped in his tracks.

Cas was sprawled out on his couch, looking oh so comfortable in nothing but a pair of sweats. One leg was pulled up to show his calf and the other looked like it had fallen down, but Cas had been too lazy to fix it. His hair was tossled and sticking up in places. Dean thought he looked... hot. Trying not to psych himself out he shut the door and went to sit in his seat on the couch, right at Cas' feet. Cas was smiling as Dean sat.

"How are you today?" Dean watched Cas' lips as he spoke and remembered those lips on his neck in his dream.

"I'm freaking fantastic." He didn't mean to sound so gruff, but he couldn't help it. He'd never done anything like this before.

"Something on your mind, Dean?" Cas squinted his eyes and cocked his head sideways. He couldn't hide the small smile though. Dean had a suspicion that Cas was laughing at him.

"Look... I... I mean.. Shit. Cas I..." Dean was becoming more and more flustered. Cas was suddenly all up in his bubble. Maybe three inches from Dean's face. Cas looked at Dean's lips and back up into his eyes. As if asking for permission. Dean in turn looked at Cas' lips and back up into his eyes. Cas brought their lips together. Dean stiffened and his eyes went wide, but he slowly melted into the kiss. Closing his eyes and meeting Cas' enthusiasm with his own. It was a very sweet and unrushed kiss. Dean thought it ended all too soon.

Castiel pulled back and met Dean's stare. Green versus blue. Cas' hand came up to cup Dean's face. They were both blushing as Dean leaned his face slightly into his hand. Dean looked back down at Cas' mouth and he stayed there. He bit his lip and he heard Cas groan. He felt his hand slide from his cheek to the back of his head, and Cas pulled on the short hair in the back. He then made Dean look at him as he pulled his head towards his for a more wild kiss.

Dean grabbed Cas' shoulders to pull him closer. Cas was seated on Dean's lap and he pushed him back so he was leaning on the arm of the couch. Cas was in full control and Dean didn't mind. He felt Cas' tongue run across his lips and he only hesitated a second before he opened his mouth to let Cas explore. Cas' tongue took over Dean's mouth as he conquered every inch with his own tongue. Dean began to respond in kind and Cas growled in approval. They had to stop the kiss to breathe.

When they both pulled away, they were panting. Cas sat back and pulled Dean up with him. Keeping a hold of Dean's hand they sat and waited for their breathing to return to normal.

"So.. Yeah.. I think that went well." Cas smiled shyly up at Dean's comment.

"I think you might be right." Cas' phone chose that moment to go off. It was Gabriel.

"Hello Gabe." Cas said with no enthusiasm.

"Aye! Little Brother. So I'm outside your house. I know I'm a little early, but I didn't think you would mind. By the way, there is a SWEEEET ass car out front. Its an impala. Anyway be there in point two." Gabe hung up and Cas shot off the couch.

"SHIT!" Dean was confused.

"What's going on Cas?" Cas turned and looked at him with sympathy.

"You're about to meet my brother." All the blood left Dean's face as the door flew open.