Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing something sexual. I apologize if you find it awkward. Again, be prepared for the next couple of chapters.

Dean pulled up to his little house and looked at Cas once more before getting out. He was holding himself together for the time being. He was sure his family would like Cas. He's had to reassure him twice that he would be ok. Cas just needed to smile and make the occasional comment and he would blend right in. He went to Cas' door since he looked like he needed help getting out of the car.

"Castiel Novak. Get your ass out of my car. You will be fine, just don't be a weirdo. Even if you do end up being a weirdo, there will always be someone here that can relate. So let's go sunshine." Cas looked up at him and got out quietly. "See, if you're quiet like this, they will tear you to pieces." Cas rolled his eyes. Dean stopped him and pulled him towards him. He checked to make sure no one was peeping on them and then leaned down to kiss him sweetly on the cheek. "You will fine. My family will like you regardless because you're here with me." That gave Cas a little more hope for tonight. That and the kiss made him feel better.

They both strolled up and Charlie opened the door before Dean could. "Hello! You must be Castiel. My name is Charlie, it's so nice to finally meet you. Dean has talked about you." Dean glared at her ruse. Cas blushed and smiled at her as he took her outstretched hand. "We were all just going to the table now."

"Dean! Thank you for gracing us with your presence. Who is your friend?" Bobby got up off the couch with Ellen at his side. Sam came up with a very pretty blonde beside him and Jo came up behind Ellen holding a handsome boy's hand.

"This is Cas. He is my close friend. He's also Sammy's boss." Cas smiled and shook Bobby's hand, then Ellen's. He fist bumped Sam and Jo just walked right up to him and gave him a hug. It wasn't as awkward as he had anticipated. Cas was feeling much better, but still out of place when he stepped back next to Dean. He made sure he wasn't too close, but he could reach out and feel Dean's hand inconspicuously. Sam introduced Jessica and Jo introduced William.

Cas watched as Dean hugged Jessica and he shook hand with William. He'd have to remember to ask him how he could be so comfortable with a complete stranger. Cas felt like he was trying to crawl out of his own skin just standing in the presence of Dean's family. He figured Dean's father was the rugged one in the ball cap. He had talked to Sam a little about their family so he knew that the woman wasn't their mother. She had died when Sam was very young. He never spoke about his father though.

They all traveled to a large round table. Everyone took up a seat. The table was loaded with food and everyone began dishing it out. Bobby was picking on Jo because she was giggling at William, which Cas guessed wasn't normal for her given Bobby's comment. Cas felt himself start to retreat in on himself. He didn't belong here. This was not something he was equipped to deal with. All of a sudden he felt Dean put his hand on his knee and squeeze, as if to say he was "all good". Dean looked at him and smiled, trying to tell him everything was ok. Cas smiled as Ellen threw a roll at him. Sam was smiling at Jessica. Everyone was having such a good time. Was this what a real family felt like? Is this budding warmth inside him something that most everyone felt around their families?

Dean saw Cas physically relax and felt better. He knew Cas was socially awkward, but he wanted him to have a good time. His family had just let him fall right in. Soon Cas was making more of an effort to be apart of the group. Dean smiled at him. He had a feeling of being watched and looked straight at Charlie, who had been sitting back with a cocked eyebrow. She blew him a kiss and he winked at her. She looked shocked and then leaned forward and mouthed, for real? He nodded at her and she broke out in giggles. Dean looked at Sam and he was practically worshipping Jessica. She was blushing and laughing at something Bobby said. He had never seen his little brother so happy. Everything was perfect in this moment.

Dean was walking Cas back up to his apartment. Tonight had gone so wonderfully he was whistling all the way there. Cas had taken his hand. When they got to the door Cas pulled him through.

"Thank you Dean." Cas pulled them to the bedroom.

"For what? If it was the pie, that was all Ellen. She makes a rockin' cherry pie." He started humming the tune of Cherrie Pie and Cas giggled.

"For inviting me tonight. I've never experienced anything like that with my own family. It was nice to see a family who really loves each other." Dean smiled at the thought of how much he loved his family. Cas was removing his clothes and he looked at over at Dean. "Come shower with me." Dean froze. Cas saw his hesitation and crooked his finger at him. Dean walked over to him in silence. Cas pulled him into the bathroom and shut the door. Dean was stiff and awkward.

Dean stood there blushing. Cas removed his leather jacket and tossed it against the wall. Dean was eyeing him the entire time. He was tapping a beat against his leg with his middle finger.

"Do you need my help? Because if you do, you have to ask me." Cas was already looking at him as if he were naked. Dean's breath was quickening and the guy hadn't even touched him. And didn't that just make his T levels rise.

"W-will you help me?" Dean muttered out.

"With what?" Cas stepped closer again and waited.

"Undress." It sounded like a cough. Dean had never seen another man naked before. It was new, but he was almost excited, only because it was Cas.

"That's a good boy." Cas cooed in a deep voice. He began unbuttoning his flannel slowly. One button at a time. He used his open shirt to pull him down to kiss him. Dean kept his hands down as Cas discarded his shirt. He shivered in his new found freedom. Cas then went for his belt buckle. Dean again kept his hands to himself as Castiel moved from his mouth to his jaw line. Making a line from the bottom of his chin to the soft spot right behind his ear. This time when Dean shuttered it had nothing to do with the breeze. He felt his pants loosen and slide down. Cas followed his pant, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and along his abs and it ended right at the beginning of his happy trail. Cas looked up from his position and licked his bottom lip. Dean shut his eyes and tried to calm his shaking hands.

Cas got up from taking Dean's pants off and did the same with his boxers. When Dean was standing naked in front of him Cas stared for a second or two, appreciating the view. Dean was half hard and trying to fight it. Cas removed the rest of his clothes and pulled him toward the massive waterfall shower. He made the spray hot and pulled Dean through the door.

"Dean look at me." He did as he was told and lost all train of thought. Cas' crystal blue eyes were heated and looking straight into his soul. "You don't have to hide from me." He looked down and realized he had unconsciously covered himself with his hands.

"Cas.. I.." He couldn't think of anything to say. Cas smiled a little and shook his head.

"Stop thinking. If we are going to do this, you have to stop over thinking it."

"I don't know what to do."

"That's what I'm here for. Let me take over. Do as I tell you and you will be fine." He couldn't help but to admire his confidence. Dean took a deep breath and finally looked at Castiel. He'd imagined what he looked like naked, but he hadn't done him justice. He was lean but very well built. You'd never be able to tell through a suit. Dean's eyes traveled farther down, all while blushing. Partly from embarrassment and partly in arousal. Cas was beautiful. Dean reached out to touch him but stopped short. "No, touch me. Explore me."

Dean's hands shook as he made contact with Cas' pecks. He trailed his hands down and around his hips. In a moment of no thought Dean roughly pulled Cas up against him. The moment his body made contact, Cas slammed Dean against the wall and pinned him with his own body. Dean felt himself harden even further at the display of power. Deans hands traveled down Cas' lower back. He was soaked from the shower and his skin was so soft. His hands moved down and cupped Cas' ass. It was round and plump. It filled his hands perfectly.

Cas growled in approval. He kissed Dean hard and pressed himself closer. Dean could feel Cas' hard on. It didn't scare him anymore. He wanted to please Cas. He wanted him to use him so he could be happy. That would make him happy.

Dean deepened the kiss. His tongue sliding into Cas' mouth and fighting his tongue for dominance. Suddenly Cas pulled away and grabbed a rag. "We need to get clean." He poured a little body wash on his wash cloth. He then began washing Dean. He stood still as he let the bubbles spread. Cas told him to turn and he washed his back. He ran the cloth down and over his ass. Making sure that he squeezed before he came back up. It made Dean chuckle.

"Turn." He did as he was told and Cas looked him right in eye as he grabbed his dick with the wash cloth. Dean sucked in a harsh breath and leaned back against the wall. Cas made sure to make a few strokes and to clean his balls. Dean closed his eyes and reveled in the friction. Cas smiled and stopped. Dean looked at him and Cas bit his lip.

"Is it your turn?" Dean was becoming more bold. Cas looked impressed and nodded. Dean grabbed the wash cloth and added more soap. He started on his chest and made sure everything was getting washed. He was standing under the spray so the soap was washing off as fast as Dean was applying it. He was a little bigger than Cas so he had no problem wrapping his arms around so he could wash his back and his ass. He pushed him towards the wall. "Hands on the wall." Dean wasn't asking. Cas breathed in as his hands made contact with the tile. Dean spread Cas' legs a little more and went to his knees and washed down the back of both of Cas' thighs. When he came back up he turned inward and washed around his main focus. Cas's breath was coming faster and harsher. Every time Dean got near his erection he shuttered.

Cas finally turned around and took Dean's hand. He wrapped it around his own arousal and moved Dean's hand for him. Dean met Cas' eyes and grinned. That drove Cas crazy. He pushed Dean under the spray and finished cleaning himself off. He shut off the shower.

"Lets get dry." His voice was rough and Dean was pleased with himself because he knew he was the reason why. Dean never thought that him making Cas grit his teeth would be a turn on.

Cas pulled on a pair of sweats and threw a pair to Dean. He slipped them on and climbed on the big bed. Cas sat beside him and took his hand.

"We will go slow with this. There are certain rules. If you really want to do this with me." Cas seemed vulnerable, like he was asking if Dean really wanted to go through with this.

Dean blushed and said, "Cas... I want you. If I haven't proven that by now, I don't know what else to do. I never saw myself being with another man, but you.. you're special to me." Dean was bearing himself and Cas seemed to relax.

"I'm happy you feel that way Dean. When we first became friends, I was afraid that I'd only ever imagine this. But this," he pulled him into a kiss, "this is so very real. I can't wait to show you my world, all my lovely toys that come with it." Cas' smile grew dark and Dean shrank back a little. Cas noticed and laughed light heartedly, "I said we'd go slow. We will ease into it all. Are you staying?"

Dean looked at the clock and decided that it was better if he stayed, "Do you want me to move to the couch?" Cas shook his head and looked at him as if he had lost his mind. Cas shut the lights off and crawled under his covers. Dean laid on his back wondered if they were going to spoon or some shit like that. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He'd taken many showers with various females. None of them compared to this one. It was so much hotter than any of them. It was all because of Cas. Dean couldn't tell why he was so into him, but he wasn't going to question it. He fell asleep thinking of the way Cas looked when he was pushed around.

Cas watched Dean fall asleep from the other side of the bed. No one had ever affected him like Dean did. Dean could just look in his direction and he'd pitch a tent in his pants. It was a shame that it was purely physical for him. Damn his father and his emotional constipation.

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