Dean felt the sunshine on his cheek. That's weird, because his room didn't have windows. He felt something on his chest. He peeled open his eyes and remembered he was in Castiel's room. And it was Cas that was on his chest. He had thrown himself over his chest and had been softly snoring into the crook of his neck. Dean didn't know what to do. He didn't want to wake him, he looked too peaceful for that.

Dean shifted to the side slightly and Cas was having none of it. He snuggled closer and mumbled something incoherant. Dean smiled and kissed his forehead. Cas' eyes flew open.

"Dean! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to invade your personal space again." He sat up quickly and Dean shook his head. He took hold of Cas' shoulders and pulled him back down. It was Cas's turn to feel awkward. He didn't know how to do the whole "spooning" thing. That required feelings that he wasn't capable of feeling, or so he thought. How had he ended up on Dean's chest last night? He remembers falling asleep on the other side of the bed.

"You asked me to trust you with your darkside. Trust me with mine. I may seem like a dick all the time, but I like to show the people that matter, exactly that. They matter."

"Are you sure I matter?" Cas voice had gone emotionless. Dean forced him to look at him.

"If you didn't matter I wouldn't be here. I would'nt fuck with you if I didn't care. But no chick flick moments. That's all I ask." Cas' eyes softened very slightly.

"The moments I have in mind, you won't find in a romance movie." His voice was filled with promise.

"That should not make me excited." Dean thought out loud.

"Oh, but it should. You should stop fighting the idea. Once you've fully accepted this, it'll be so much easier and more fun. Though, I'm sure last night you were having loads of fun." Dean blushed as he remembered how bold he had gotten in the shower. "That's actually the first time someone has pushed me around, or ordered me to do anything."

Dean grinned at him, "You liked it though."

"Oddly enough." Dean could feel the heat rolling off of Cas in waves. He was remembering exactly how much he'd liked it. Dean groaned low in his chest. He rolled Cas over onto his back and pinned his arms down by his side. "What are you doing?"

"Do you have to go in today? It's Saturday." Cas shook his head no and Dean grinned. "Good, I think I would like to have a lesson about agression. It can't be healthy for a relationship." Cas squinted his eyes at him, "Hey, you told me to stop thinking. This is me doing what feels right, right now."

In the blink of an eye Dean was face down on the bed. Cas was holding his head down and pulling his hands behind his back. He secured his hand with his knee. He leaned down to whisper in Dean's ear, "I can show you just how healthy agression can be. We will go over the rules a little later. Right now, I want you to fight back and show me what you've got."

Dean had never gotten rock solid hard so fast in his whole life. His cheeks went red from the heat spreading in his body. He felt his pulse in his fingers. He threw Cas sideways and freed himself so he could grab him. He picked him up put him up against the tall bed post, making him hug it and himself. Dean leaned down and whispered, "You're on." Cas chuckled and he pulled free. Spinning fast on his heel he took Dean by the throat and pushed him against the wall hard. Dean's head bounced from the impact but he liked the little tingling sensation it left.

Cas was two inches from his face and was leaning in slowly. He kissed him once and Dean bit Cas' lower lip. Cas hesitated for a split second. Dean took his chance and turned Cas. He shoved him face first into the wall where he had just been standing. He had Cas' hands behind his back. He pinned his lower body with his own and he deliberately placed his raging boner in Cas' hand.

Castiel was a little impressed with how quickly things had escelated. He squeezed his left hand slightly and heard Dean hiss, "You know you keep putting me on my stomach, I'm beginning to think you like me from this angle." Dean leaned down and nuzzled Cas' neck. He bit right at the base and Cas arched into the wall.

"I can't help it. Maybe you should do something about it." Cas was not used to being in the submissive role. He couldn't say he disliked it, but it was definitely different. Dean groaned and leaned into Cas. He was absentmindedly running his fingers along Dean's erection. Cas took this moment to turn slowly, keeping his hold on Dean and put his other hand around the back of his head. He pulled him into a kiss.

"JESUS HENRY CHRIST!" Both of their heads snapped towards the outburst. Bobby was standing in the doorway. He quickly turned around and went into the living room. Dean's stomach hit the floor. He was not ready for this.

"Bobby?!" He pulled away from Cas and went after him. Bobby's face was as red as a stop sign and he was pacing with his hands on his, looking up at the ceiling.

"When were you gonna tell me?" Bobby looked infuriated. This was exactly what Dean was afraid of.

"Bobby, listen. I don't know. This is all new. I.. I really don't know what to say. Stop looking so angry. Don't hate me Bobby." Dean was terrified and it showed. His whole body was quaking and his hands were fisted tightly as his sides.

Bobby looked confused for a second, "What the hell are you talking about, Boy? I don't hate you." Dean was still frozen. "Hey, I don't give a damn who you bumb uglies with. I wish I had known first, but I don't hate you. I did knock three times. I heard that someone was in here. I thought maybe you were.. fighting, or something, shit I don't know. I will never listen to... CHARLIE. I'm going to strangle that girl when I see her." Bobby was trying to ramble to cover his embarrassment. Dean walked over to him and hugged him tight.

"You don't think I'm a bitch? You don't hate me?"

"Son, it's gonna take more than a boyfriend for me to hate you. You're family. That's all that matters to me." Dean let go and looked at him in confusion now.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you. Lisa called the house and Sam didn't know where you were. So I called Charlie and she said to check here." Bobby looked him straight in the eye, "You are going to have one less girl in your life when I'm done with her." Dean shook his head and cursed Charlie for the second time in a week. "I came to tell you that she wants to set up a meeting later today. She has a proposition for you. Lisa, I mean." Bobby was already walking toward the door. Dean followed and hugged his father figure one last time.

"Thanks, Bobby. Oh, um... Dont... say anything to Sam. I need to tell him."

"I ain't barking up that tree. It's all yours." They said goodbye and Dean closed the door. He turned to find Cas right behind him.

"Who is Lisa?" Dean looked straight at the painting and smiled. It was time to tell him.

"Would you like to go to the meeting with me?"

"Yes." He looked a little irked to have his question pushed aside.

"Good." Dean leaned down and kissed him in earnest. He felt as though a great pressure had been taken off his shoulders. Cas kissed him back and then laid his head on Dean's chest.

"Your father was very kind."

"Bobby isn't my father." Dean stiffened and looked at the painting again. "He should've been though." Cas didn't want to press Dean for details. He would tell him about it if he wanted to on his own time. He felt a little guilty knowing he would never do the same. The father door was shut very tightly and dead bolted in place.