Dean was waiting in the driver's side of the impala for Cas to get done with the lock and key gig and to get in. Ellen had said she wanted to meet his boyfriend. Well, she was gonna get her chance. Dean wasn't going anywhere without him right now. He felt like Cas knew that he was using him as his ground point right now, and didn't complain or give an alternative. Dean loved him. Even through all the hurt and anger and sadness that coursed through him, Dean knew that one thing was for sure and it was that he loved Castiel. He knew that Cas loved him as well and that's what he used to get through waking up this morning.

Dean jumped and nearly broke his knee on the steering wheel, he jerked so hard. He hadn't heard Cas get in or shut the door, "Dean?"

"What did you say?" He had been wrapped up in his own head, he hadn't heard him speak either.

"I asked if you were ready." Castiel's eyes grew softer as he wiped away a tear that Dean didn't had escaped. He looked down and nodded. Cas scooted closer and took Dean's hand and placed it over his own heart, "Dean, I want you to try something for me." He just looked up at him and waited, "When you feel like you're slipping, or losing control. I want you to count to three. I want you list three thing that you love. Things that make you happy. They don't have to be big or grand things. It could be that you love apple pie the best." Dean nodded once.

"Can you try it now? Count to three with me."

"One. I like pie."

"Good, keep going."

"Two. I like your messy hair." Cas giggled and nodded in encouragement, "Three. I love AC/DC."

"Good, do you feel better?" Cas ran his hand through Dean's hair. Dean analized himself and found he had actually relaxed in the time it had taken to count to three. His shoulders weren't so tense and he didn't feel so anxious.

"Yes." Dean leaned over to quickly kiss him and he started the car. They took off a little more in control.

Ellen was sitting with Sam in the living room when she heard Dean pull up. She got up and peeked out the window. He had brought Castiel with him. She supposed she had asked for it. Though, she did think he'd choose another time to do as he was told the first time.

They came through the front door and she hugged Dean. He stepped back after the embrace and looked at Cas, "Ellen, this is my boyfriend. You've met before, but here he is. As the official title calls for." Cas extended his hand, but she ignored it and gave him a hug. At first he was stiff, but he soon recoved and returned the gesture. She whispered in his ear, "I know how to get away with murder, Son. I am also not afraid to go to prison if I get caught, so I suggest you do nothing to break my boy's heart." Cas coughed to cover his laugh as she let go and smiled at him. Dean had gone over to give Sam a hug. She looked at the two and it broke her heart all over again. These two just couldn't catch a break.

Sam sat back down and started flipping through some notes he had out. Dean went to the two man love seat and looked at Cas. Ellen sat back down beside Sam, closest to Dean. Cas took his seat next to Dean and sat back, out of the way. Dean looked at Ellen and she nearly lost her composer. He had so much emotion in his eyes. It was so unlike Dean to show how much pain he was in, but he couldn't hide this. He was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. They looked at each other in silence for a minute before Dean spoke up.

"I don't want him burned." Ellen shook her head.

"I don't either. I want a close casket funeral. I can't see him like that again." Dean nodded, but didn't say anything, "I was contacted by a lawyer before you got here. There were a few things in his will." Dean started shaking and he was gripping his hands tightly together, "Dean, he left his garage to you." Dean's eyes snapped up to hers and tears started flowing quickly down his face. She watched as he got up and walked into the kitchen. Castiel glaced at he and she nodded. He quickly got up and followed Dean.

She tried to hear what was said, but the only clear things she heard were numbers. One, two, and three specifically. Everything else was garbled. She heard it get quiet and a small kiss sound. At least he had Castiel. They came back out hand in hand and Dean looked a little more in control. Castiel looked proud. She didn't really know Cas all that well, but she loved him for loving her boy. It showed that Dean loved him in the way he leaned on him and kept running his free fingers across their interlaced fingers. It showed in the way Cas was Dean's rock as he leaned into him and how he looked over at him with a look in his eyes.

They all started talking about the rest of the details and by the time they all got finished it was dinner time. Ellen offered to make the food if Dean was willing to do clean up. He agreed and pulled Cas into his bedroom as she got to work. Sammy was still going over notes when they got up.

"Something bothering you?" Cas asked as Dean nearly slammed the door.

Dean was leaning up against the door as he looked up at his boyfriend, "One. I love your blue eyes." There was a pause as Dean thought, "Two. I love the way you fit in jeans." His eyes had traveled down, "Three. I love the feel of you lips." His eyes traveled back up and locked on his target. He took a step forward.

"What are you losing control of?" Cas seemed a little confused. He had been fine since their moment in the kitchen.

"I'm not losing control, I'm gaining it." Dean crossed the space between them and took Cas by the face and kissed him hard. Cas tried to put his hands on Dean's, but he stopped him. He took ahold of his hands and brought them together behind his back. Dean's arms encircled him and Cas was growing frustrated. He was not used to not doing as he pleased. The thought of Dean taking charge heated him up. Dean knew this, but why had he chosen now to do so?

Dean pushed Cas with his body up against the wall, pinning him there. There pelvises pushing together and both feeling the heat of the moment. Dean brought Cas' hands up and pinned them above his head. He brought one of his own hands down and turned Cas' head. He kissed all along his jawline and nibbled on his neck. He went back and invaded his mouth again. Cas pushed against his hold and Dean leaned in harder. Forcing him back into the wall. Cas growled and bit Dean's lip. Dean took Cas by the throat and pulled him off the wall. He let their hands drop and he ushered him to his bed. He let the bed knock his feet out from under him and he repinned Cas' hands above his head.

Their kissing was getting more and more aggressive. Dean reached down with his free hand and ran his hand over Cas' arousal. The friction of the jeans and his hand made Cas arch off the bed. Dean squeezed and heard the suppressed groan.

They both froze as they heard someone come up to the door. There was a second of hesitation before a soft knock sounded and Sam said that dinner would be ready in ten minutes or less. Dean called back that they'd be right out. He looked back down and the pink faced angel underneath him. He smiled a little and kissed him softly.

He got up and pulled Cas up with him. He went to leave and Cas pulled his hand to stop him, "Dean, what was that about? I'm not complaining, but I'm just confused."

Dean looked at him with a straight face, "This was for helping me. I would b losing my shit if you weren't here. You make me feel ok. I'm still fucked up inside, but at least I have you to make sure I don't fall apart. I wanted to thank you." Dean ran his hand down the front of Cas' pants again, feeling the hard on that was still there, " And no matter if you want me to know it or not, I know you like it when I bully you. You aren't used to it, but it gets you going like no other. I thought I'd have more time, but that will just have wait." Cas' eyes flashed the heat he felt in his pants. Dean bit his lower lip and took Cas by the back of the head. The kiss was soft and slow and languid.

After the kiss was over Cas said, "I love you, Dean. We will get through this. And if I have to break that bad habit of stealing my role, I will." They both laughed as they walked back out into the living room to find Jessica and Sam. Jessica was being held by his little brother on the couch and Sam looked up at him. Dean winked and threw him a small thumbs up. Sam smiled and shook his head. Then he kissed the top of Jess' head.

By the time they all sat down to dinner, Jo and William had shown up. Dean looked around and saw everyone taking strength from someone else. Sam had Jess, Jo had William, and Dean had Cas. Everyone, but Ellen, were holding hands. Ellen was sitting quietly. Dean squeezed Cas' hand and let go as he scooted his chair closer to Ellen. He put his arm around his mother figure and kissed her cheek. No on was going to face this alone.

Ellen smiled up at him as she wiped away a tear. She patted his face and told him not to worry. We were all here and everything was going to be ok. He said he knew that, because they all had her. She looked at him with a true maternal love. She held his hand all through dinner. After everyone finished and everyone decided to move to the living room, she excused herself to go sleep. Dean started gathering all the clean up duty materials. He wiped down the counters and gathered all the dishes. Cas was there with him, running water and dumping the reminants left on the plates. They finished quite quickly. Before they walked into the living room to join the rest Dean stopped them.

"Do you mind staying here for the night?"

"I have no problem with that."

"Good, I feel like spending some time with Sam, but I don't want you to leave." Dean looked down and blushed as if embarrassed, "I know I seem clingy, and needy, but..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

"Dean, I said I wasn't leaving. I will need to go to the office, but other than that, I will be right by your side. Maybe you can paint while I'm gone." Cas brushed his cheek with his fingertips.

"That sounds like a good idea." Dean kissed him chastely and pulled them into the living room to join the mindless chatter.