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On to the chapter!

"I'm sorry about that." Dean mumbles, reaching up to scratch his head. He felt a little awkward; it wasn't like him to make stupid mistakes like that. Well, when it involved agreements. If he said he was going to do something, he did it. End of story.

"It's fine. We'll just have to cut our game play a little short tonight. Are you ready to go?" Angel asked. Dean clicked the "continue" button, and was thrown back into the world of myth and legend. The angels and demons were still in the basement, and Arya's clothes were just as revealing.

"I think I have a lead on what might be going on." One of the demons said, her eyes flickering black as she spoke. She had on a short skirt and her breasts were popping out of her shirt even more than usual, making her look especially promiscuous. Her face had small dimples when she gave off a smirk, and her legs went on for miles. Dean was paying attention, now.

"Sylvia. What is it?" Arya demanded, irritation evident in her tone. Sylvia's smile stretched even wider.

"Well, hun, I was thinking... I had a friend who went missing in Michigan a couple of days back. It's not like him not to call, and he was around where I was when I was taken. I don't have a clue where he is right now, but I know somebody who might." She purred.

"Tell us." Angel insisted, and his character on screen actually said what he had just moments before. Again, He had some serious intuition skills. That, or he just spent way too much time gaming.

"Well, his name is Tyler. He lives in Florida. You'll have to get there by driving, though; the demon who was here before said that they were working on a way to signal in on angels using satellites to detect beings moving through the air." She said. Dean just about cursed out loud, but then he remembered that Ben was there. He probably heard it all the time, but he'd still feel bad for saying something in front of the boy. After all, it wasn't his kid.

"Well, that's just wonderful." Angel said flatly. Dean wasn't sure whether or not he was being sarcastic; he could see Angel having a dry sense of humor, but there was just something about the tone that had made Dean think that maybe he wasn't. He seemed pretty darn mysterious. And unpredictable.

"How do we do that?" Dean asked, just as a tutorial popped up. He actually read through it this time, while he was, throwing Angel a quick, "You seeing this?"

"If you're referring to the instructions on how to hijack a car for our own, then yes. Yes I am." He said. Dean nodded to himself as his eyes scanned over the information, excited to see that one of his powers was to open and close things without having keys (granted they weren't supernaturally warded against him). He would have to find the keys, though, and to do that he might have to break into somebody's house or find them walking around and get them. Sometimes, if you got lucky, they were left in the car. It was a one out of four chance.

The screen flashed as the information left, leaving them alone in the basement. All the other angels and demons had apparently left while they were gone, and Dean was feeling slightly awkward with the lack of communication after about thirty solid seconds of silence.

"Do you, uh... Want to go and get a car now?" Dean questioned.

"I suppose that's what we should do." Angel confirmed. Dean breathed a sigh of relief as he got a response; he'd been worried that the connection might have gone out on him while playing; it had happened before, and he had ended up finding out that his entire guild had moved locations while he was gone and were all wondering where the fuck he was. It wasn't a fun experience for any of them.

They moved together towards the doors and through the house, coming to a stop outside on the lawn again. It only took a second this time for Angel to take lead, Dean following his character across the street and towards an old, slightly worn out car that looked like it belonged to a gang member.

"Open this door." Angel said, stepping to the side. Dean paused, his lip quirking up and eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

"What? Why? We're not gonna drive around in that thing." He said.

"Why not? I find it to be quite cozy." Angel commented. "Open the door, Dean."

"No. I'm not driving around in a druggie car. It looks like it's been used to pimp out at least twelve girls. There is no way." Dean insisted, turning his character around. He looked for a different car, one that didn't remind him of something off of West Side Story. Not that he... Not that he actually paid attention to West Side Story. That stuff was for girls.

"Yes, you are. Open the door." Angel said, his voice dropping lower. Dean froze as he watched with fascination as his character was spun around and slammed against the car, Angel pressing close. "Do it or I swear this angel blade is going straight up your ass."

Okay, Dean is entirely straight. He likes boobs and cars and monster trucks and pig wrestling and lesbian porn and the whole nine yards- but he'd be lying through his teeth if he didn't admit that that turned him on a little. He felt his dick give a small twitch of interest, and he stiffened up his body in shock and confusion. Angel was... Did angel just...?

"Okay fine, I'll open it." Dean allowed, closing his eyes and breathing in deep, focusing on his own lungs moving and trying to stop the boner in its tracks. Ben was in the room, for crying out loud! He couldn't go getting hard at every little thing! He had just gotten out of control because it had been so long since he'd been laid. He needed a masturbation session later, and then everything would be okay. Everything would be just great, thank you very much. Because Dean was straight.

"I'm getting impatient." Angel insisted again. Dean tried not to focus on the sound of his velvet voice, or the slightly authoritative tone it had taken. In fact, all he thought about was how to open the car door.

He pressed the controls and the door on the driver's side came open, leaving it for Angel to slide in. Angel did as Dean expected and went into the car, his character opening up the glove box and rummaging through the contents. Dean half hoped that the keys weren't there so they could get a better looking car, but he knew that if they weren't there, Angel would insist they search the house and Dean wouldn't be able to say no. He couldn't risk Angel dropping into that deep, authoritative, commanding tone again. Not while Ben was in the room.

Not because it turned him on, of course. He was just sensitive right then. There was absolutely nothing appealing about the voice. Because it was male. Because Dean Winchester is straight.

"Are you getting in or not?" Angel questioned, snapping Dean back to reality. He glanced over the screen to see that Angel had somehow gotten the keys, and he wordlessly slid in. Angel started the car, (Dean almost always drove, but he didn't complain when Angel decided to) heading off towards Florida.

A loading screen popped up, saying that it would take almost five minutes to load. Dean didn't think he could stand another awkward silence for a full five minutes, so he quickly scanned his mind for questions you usually asked somebody when you first met them. After all, he had at least another couple of months having to put up with this guy, so he might as well know something about him.

"So, uh..." Dean struggled to think of something to say, "What do you do for a living?"

"This." Angel responds, dryly. Dean, of course, thinks he's joking, and lets out a laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Wait, you... You were serious?" Dean questions, face twisting up. His image of Angel had just changed from hardcore, tall, brawny dude to a little scrawny nerd with braces wearing an oversized wizard's hat who lived in his mom's basement. "You aren't in high school, are you?"

"No, Hunter. I most likely surpass you in years. I test video games for a living. I have a friend in the industry who gets me jobs like these all the time; I'll be testing a new game every four or five days, and getting paid for the analysis I write and turn in."

"You... Seriously... I didn't even know that was a thing." Dean admitted. He hears a deep, seductive chuckle from angel, and it's all he can do to keep a shiver from going up his spine. "So, uh, how old are you, anyways? Do you... live on your own?"

"Yes, I've lived on my own for some time now. Ten years, actually." Angel said. Dean's eyebrows rose. This guy had been living on his own for ten years and was able to afford to test video games for a living? "I'm thirty. Well, turning thirty, in August." He said. Dean nodded his head, letting all of that sink in.

"That's... Wow." He said. He couldn't fathom how somebody could have such good luck.

"Consequently, of course, I don't get out much. So, to keep my job, my friend forces me to go out on social events with him, have lunch once a month, and generally makes himself a nuisance. He's my friend, though, so I can't really say too much." Angel said. Dean heard the rumple of clothing on the other end of the line as he shrugged and then let his shoulders fall again.

"I can understand that one, dude. The internet is so much better than real life. It's a lot harder to level up out here." Dean joked. He heard Angel give a small scoff at his terrible attempt at humour, and he felt a small burst of pride go through him.

"Well, that's just because people like us don't understand their missions. All of them seem pointless." Angel said. His voice relaxed some, and Dean felt his own body untense in response. He found himself smiling like an idiot at his computer screen, entirely satisfied with where the conversation was headed. This was his first time in a long time he'd felt at home with anyone but his brother and his guild. It was curious how fast he had relaxed.

"Well yeah. I mean, the chicks wear way more clothes in real life, too. Not that it's bad if it makes them comfortable, but I mean... Obviously, I like to see some skin." Dean said pleasantly. It had been awhile since Dean had discussed girls with anyone, and obviously, he had sex on the brain.

"I'm afraid I can't side with you there." Angel said. Dean felt a burst of confusion go through him as he thought through what Angel had said. Suddenly, the realization dawned on him.

"Oh. You, uh... You swing for the other team?" He asked, suddenly feeling like his mouth was a little dry. It seemed just a little bit harder to breathe as Angel took his dear sweet time replying, letting Dean's thoughts chase each other around in his head.

"Not exactly, but I suppose so. I'm asexual, but I'm pan-romantic. So yes, I do "bat for your team", but I also, "bat for the other team". I have no preference in accordance to somebody's physical appearance. Only touch and other such stimulation arouse me." He said. Dean let out his breath, but his chest still felt tight, as if he hadn't. He felt his ears burning as he looked down at the ground, and wondered why on earth this piece of information embarrassed him.

"That's... Uh, cool, I guess. I mean, whatever works for you." Dean said. There was a small pause on the other line.

"What's your orientation, Hunter?" The other asked. There seemed to be a note of accusation in his voice. Dean froze up again, all of the relaxation that had been there earlier being replaced by a thick tension and a slight moment of panic, before Dean shoved all his thoughts aside. He wasstraight.

"I'm... I'm entirely hetero." He said, stuttering a bit. His mouth was slack as he watched the loading bar continue, and he hoped that it would save him from this conversation by magically jumping ahead. Things had gotten really awkward really quick.

"No you aren't." The voice responded. Dean felt his breath catch on the way in. "Don't lie to me, I can tell when people aren't telling the truth. You may think you're straight, but you have a seed of doubt. You don't have to hide from me, Dean." Angel said, and Dean could hear the smirk in his voice.

Rather than actually acknowledge what he had just said, Dean decided to point out the fact that he hadn't told Angel his name yet.

"Hey, how did you know I was Dean?" He demanded, frowning a bit.

"What, you never wondered how I got your email? I hacked your account information when you were late. I wasn't going to just sit here alone like an idiot." Angel said. Dean's eyes widened. Hell, did all of his friends know how to make computers tick? He felt like an utter newbie compared to some of these people.

"Well, that's not creepy at all!" Dean exclaimed. "Wow, if I start getting random notes written entirely in letter stickers, I'll know which way to point the police."

"I think we both know I wouldn't stalk you. I was simply giving myself a leg up. Plus, you know my email now, too. So we're even." Angel said. Dean still felt entirely like he was behind in this thing, and he frowned. Having Angel's email address didn't make up for angel having access to literally all of his other information.

"No, we're not. I don't even know your name, and you know everything about me!" Dean exclaimed. There was a chuckle on the other end, deeper and more seductive than the ones before.

"Oh, and why do you want my name, Dean? Think you'll be using it a lot?" Angel asked. Dean had to quickly think of a rotten banana and falling down the stairs and naked old women to keep himself from getting hard as fuck, because that sentence with that light hint of suggestion should be (and probably was) illegal in at least ten different countries. He didn't know how somebody so socially awkward would have known how to flirt like that. "Fine. It's Castiel."

"Castiel?" Dean choked out, blinking. "That's a bit of a mouth full." He mumbled. "I'm just going to call you Cas." He announced, firmly. His mouth felt dry and his dick gave a half-hearted throb in his pants, begging for Dean to let it come out to play. He quickly grabbed a throw pillow (thank god Sam had gotten him that for his last birthday) and sat that gently on top of his lap to cover up her crotch from young eyes. Poor Ben did not need to be traumatized.

" That's actually why I picked angel, because my name means, 'Angel of Thursday'. I'm not sure what my parents meant by naming me after an angel who only pertains to one day of the calendar week, but I suppose they were out of ideas after Gabriel, Balthazar, and Michael." He explains. Dean feels his pants snake finally begin to calm down as he listens to the explanation.

"Well that's cool. You have... Three siblings?" Dean questioned. As far as he knew, all he had was Sam and a half brother who lived in Michigan that he'd never met. He couldn't imagine being responsible for three other brothers. Of course, the way Castiel had said it, he sounded like he might have been the youngest.

"Four, actually. After me, my parents finally had my sister Anna. They had been trying for a girl since the beginning, so after they finally had one they stopped. Good thing too, because I was really close to having to share a room with Michael. That would have been... quite unpleasant." Castiel said darkly. Dean felt his eyebrows raise in question.

"Why? I mean, me and my younger brother had to share a room growing up." Dean said, "We fought, but I wouldn't say it was that bad."

"Michael was the oldest." He said, giving a sigh. "He was a little bit controlling over the younger three of us, and seemed to always know something to hang over our heads. When I was fifteen and was struggling with my sexuality, he bullied me into telling him and then threatened to use it against me. Soon, it escalated and he essentially had me, Gabriel and Balthazar doing all of his work for him. He was manipulative and unsupportive, but most of the time I could avoid him. If we had shared a room, however, he would have found more ways to make my life hell." Castiel said. His voice was carefully neutral, as if he was hiding his real feelings on the subject. "It's fine now, though. When I was twenty I finally moved out and my family hasn't bothered me since."

"Are you still close to your other brothers? How would he turn that against you?" Dean questioned. They were now sitting in Florida, but neither of them noticed or cared. Dean was more concerned with listening to Cas.

"My mother was religious. Had she found out, I would have been under strict observation and she'd be constantly paranoid that I'd have a boyfriend. It would make things generally hard to navigate." He admitted. "She knows now, of course. She doesn't support it, but Naomi has agreed that she won't let it affect our relationship."

"That's... Wow. That does sound like a bit of a sucky situation for you." Dean admitted. "I was never really like that with Sammy. Our dad couldn't care less what we got up to, honestly. Mom was always supportive, at least before she... Passed away. We had a lot of freedom." He heard himself say. It was the most he'd talked about his past in a long while.

"Too much freedom can be just as bad as a parent who's over controlling." Castiel commented casually. Dean had a little while to think on that.

Suddenly, something beeped on the other end of the line. He heard some awkward shuffling, and then a huff of impatience from Castiel.

"My friend needs me immediately, he's gone out and gotten himself intoxicated again. He doesn't know where he is. I have to go." He said, sounding tired.

"Okay then. Same time tomorrow?" Dean questions. There is a small noise of agreement from the other line.