A/N: Okay, so, for some reason, I had a lot of trouble uploading the entire part one last time. It's ONLY 8500 words, give or take, but LJ made me split it into three parts and ff net made me split it in two, so, here is the rest of Part One...

Dinner that evening was a bit smaller than the brunch had been, with fewer tables and no arranged sitting. Dean figured that was Hannah's way of forcing them to mingle and get to know each other a little better.

He and Cas made their way to an empty table and sat down, full plates in their hands. Dean opened his mouth to point out that they were having burgers, Cas's favorite when a timid voice spoke up from behind him.

"Are these seats taken?"

Dean turned to find Alec standing behind his chair, an unsure look on his face. The last thing he wanted was to have to talk to anyone else but he figured it would be pretty impolite to turn him down.

"Nah, they're free."

"Thanks," Alec answered, sitting down on Cas's right, leaving the seat on Dean's left open for Jack, who was still standing at the buffet table, loading up a plate. He placed several large, old looking books down beside his own sparsely filled plate.

"Doing some light reading?" Dean asked, trying to read the faded titles on the spines of the books.

"Yeah… I'm a teacher. I, uh… I teach high school English and Literature. I thought I might have some free time to read over some possible prose for next year," he explained.

"Dante?" Cas asked, eyeing the top book.

"Yeah. I thought about having my seniors read all three of Dante's works."

"Is that something you have an interest in?" Cas questioned.

"He's got an angel kink, Dante's just his way of covering that up," Jack spoke up from behind Cas as he made his way over to Dean's side to the empty seat waiting for him there.

Alec's face turned beat red.

"I do not. That sounds so… wrong," Alec muttered.

"Al, you're totally obsessed with Enoch, Dante, and that chick, can't even remember her name… the one thing they all have in common? Angels and Demons…" Jack told his partner, reaching over to pull out a small thin book from under the larger volumes. "Like this one… The Journal of Anael. A fictitious story about an angel who fell in love with a human and thus chose to Fall, to rip out her Grace, in order to be with the man she loved."

Cas raised an eyebrow and reached for the small book.

"May I?"

Alec shrugged, cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment as he handed over the small book.

"It's not that unbelievable," Cas commented, "the Book of Enoch as well as the Book of Genesis in the Bible tell of angels who lusted after humans, procreated with them, and then fell because of it."

"So, the author's just an idiot who stole her plot from other sources. It's just an overused theme, nothing more."

"It's a heartbreaking tale, very beautifully written," Alec told them quietly, staring down at the table and his uneaten food.

"It's a load of crap. I mean, there's fiction, and then there's this crap that pretends to be real to convince a bunch of love sick teens that love is worth dying for… almost as bad as Romeo and Juliet," Jack told them, "or Twilight."

"You don't believe any of the stories are true?" Cas questioned the other man while skimming through the small book.

"I think angels and demons, Heaven and Hell, God… they're the biggest crock and bull of them all."

Dean glanced at the quiet blond and could see the hurt radiating from his green orbs. This was apparently a sore spot for the two of them.

"It's just a book. I'm sorry my interests bother you so much," Alec muttered before grabbing the book from Cas's hands and leaving the dining room.

Jack rolled his eyes at his retreating partner's back.

"Aren't you going to go after him?" Dean couldn't help but ask.

"Nah. He'll chill out in a hour or so," Jack dismissed.

Cas's eyes were still glued to the door Alec had just left through. Dean nudged him to gain his attention. Concerned blue eyes met his for a moment before Cas spoke up.

"Excuse me for a minute," the angel muttered before standing up and following the blond man out of the dining room.

Dean cleared his throat, not sure what to say now that both he and Jack had been abandoned by their… friends.

"So, what do you do?" Jack asked, seemingly unconcerned by the last few minutes.

"Uh… I'm a mechanic," Dean told him; coming up with the only job that he knew anything about outside of hunting.

"Sounds fun. My dad and I always used to work on his car together," Jack told him, a nostalgic smile on his face.

"Yeah, same here. So, what do you do? You a teacher, too?"

"Hell no. I don't have the patience for that. I'm a cop."

Dean was surprised at Jack's response. The last he checked, any form of armed forces tended to look down on same sex relationships. He couldn't help but ask about that.

"And, uh… are they okay with… you know, you and Alec?"

Jack scoffed at that.

"Well, there aren't regulations against it anymore, but are they okay with it? I'd say not… though the Sarge tries to be understanding. The outright hostility isn't there like it used to be, at least in Oregon, where we're from."

"That's good…" Dean let his reply trail off, really at a loss for what to say now. Small talk was never his forte, unless it was about the hot chick across the room, or the alcohol they were drinking… what do you say to a gay guy?

"I better go save your guy from Alec's melancholy," Jack told him after he'd finished up the last chicken leg on his plate.

"Oh, yeah. I'll see ya around."

Dean watched Jack leave the dining room and decided he really didn't want to end up in another discussion with yet another set of campers. He quickly threw away his trash and made his getaway. He enough time to get back to his cabin and e-mail Bobby before he and Cas were expected to meet back with Hannah for their one-on-one session.

Dean is lounging on the large bed, staring innately at the ceiling when Cas returns.

"Have fun with your homo bonding?" Dean asks lightly.

"Actually, I found something interesting out," Cas responds.

"What, that Alec is actually the top in that relationship? Because, I'm really not seeing that."

Cas leveled an annoyed gaze at the hunter.

"No, I mean about the… being we are hunting."

"Yeah… what?"

"In one of Alec's books, I recognized a couple sigils that we saw on the trees on the edge of the woods."

Dean sat up; intrigued by the way this conversation was going.

"Well, what did you find out?"

"It is Aztec. One in particular is a name. Coatlicue."

"Never heard of it… demon?" Dean asked.

"No, goddess. A fertility goddess to be exact."

Dean raised his eyebrows at that.

"So, the couple that wants a baby, but can't have one, has a book with symbols and sigils and all kinds of shit on a fertility goddess and they just happen to show up where murders are occurring… seeing a pattern here, Cas?"

The angel's face was troubled.

"Dean, I don't think Alec and Jack have anything to do with this."

"If the shoe fits…"

"But it doesn't. Dean, Jack and Alec are both men. Regardless of whether or not they could actually pull off summoning this goddess, it wouldn't matter. Two men still cannot conceive or give birth to a baby."

Dean didn't know what to say to that.

"Well, there still the only lead we have so… just keep your eyes open."

"If you wish," Cas told him, sighing resignedly.

"I do. Now, let's head out. We don't want to be late for Ms Strong's session."

Hannah's dull blue eyes flicked between Dean and Cas, obviously taking in the good three feet they kept between them.

Dean shifted nervously in his seat. He was not ready for this, no way in Hell.

"Alright, Dean, Cas, why don't we start from the beginning. I'd like to get to know you both a little better.

"Dean, you said you were part of the war… were you deployed to Afghanistan or Iraq?" Hannah asked kindly.

Dean swallowed, trying to decide which answer would get her to drop this topic.

"I… uh… you know what? I don't think I want to talk about this," he told her, praying she'd let it drop.

"Well, that's understandable. Alright then, Cas, you and Dean were friends before you became involved, correct?"

Cas looked at Dean with wide eyes. Dean wasn't sure how to help him out or how to communicate that he should just make something up but Cas seemed to read his mind.

"Yes, we were… or… I like to think we were. Though, I believe it was more… mere tolerance on Dean's part in the beginning," Cas told Hannah.

Dean narrowed his eyes at Cas. What was he doing? He was digging an even deeper hole for them!

"Oh, really, and why is that?"

"He… uh… he wasn't exactly like the guys I'd normally hang out with," Dean explained, "I thought he was kinda… dorky."

Cas raised an eye at Dean but the hunter just shrugged.

"Yet you two eventually ended up together."

"Well, like I said, he sorta… put me back together. There's… uh… a lot more to him than first meets the eye."

Hannah smiled. She seemed pleased with his answers so Dean figured he was saying the right things.

"Now… I can't help but notice that there seems to be a distinct lack of… physical interaction between the two of you," the blond woman spoke with a gentle smile, "would you say that's true?"

"Uh… well… I'm not, you know, a big fan of public displays," Dean said with a forced chuckle.

"Ah. So, when you are alone, you are completely comfortable with the physical side of your relationship?"

"Uh…" Dean swallowed hard. "Sure, yeah, no problem there."

"Cas?" Hannah asked, turning her attention on the quiet man.

Dean glanced over at the nervous angel and nearly groaned at the wide-eyed, panicked look on Cas's face.

"Yes… we're… fine with it," the other man answered.

"Okay… so, let me ask you: who instigates sexual relations between the two of you when you are alone?" Hannah asked.

Dean nearly chocked on his own tongue at her question. Once again Dean found himself blurting out the truth before he could think better of it.

"We've never had sex."

Cas's head whipped towards him, eyes wide with shock.

"Oh…" Hannah said, a knowing look in her eyes as she wrote something down in the notebook that lay across her crossed legs.

"I mean… we… uh… yeah, haven't exactly gotten there yet," Dean stuttered, wondering what the hell he had been thinking.

"I see. That's completely understandable, Dean. I want you to be honest here. You admitted that you weren't attracted to men before Cas, so it is only right to assume that you would have a few… hang-ups when it comes to sexual intimacy with a man.

"That will be one of our focuses while you are here then. We can help you overcome any preconceived notions you might have about sex with a person of the same gender," she told him, a compassionate smile pasted on her face.

Dean glanced over at Cas and could practically read his mind. He was in deep shit. He had just made things a hundred times worse.

"Alright, Cas, then. What exactly has your experience been when it comes to sexual relations?"

Cas opened his mouth but there was no way Dean was going to let him be the experienced one in their fake relationship.

"Cas is a virgin," he blurted out.

Castiel's eyes shot over to his, wide and concerned.

"Oh, is that true, Cas?" Hannah asked politely.

"Um… yes. Yes, I am a… virgin," the angel answered, shifting in his chair, another glare making its way to Dean.

"I… uh… figured we could take this slow since it's new territory for both of us," Dean explained in his most sincere voice.

Dean watched Cas nervously rub the back of his neck, a trait he didn't see all that often from the usually calm and collected angel.

"Well, I think that is wonderful actually. This is something you can learn together. Cas, you have a wonderful gift you can give Dean, and Dean, Cas has no history or expectations so I believe that is the perfect start for your own journey into this uncharted territory," Hannah explained.

"Uh… right," Dean muttered, just barely controlling that annoying desire to roll his eyes again.

"Well, I think we've said enough for today. I do have a suggestion for the two of you. The first step in being comfortable enough with each other to progress to that next level is to be comfortable with each other, both mind and body.

"Do the two of you share a bed?" Hannah asked.

"Um, well, there's only one bed in each room, so, yeah, we don't really have a choice," Dean answered.

"Okay, then, what do you wear when you go to bed?"

"My boxers and a t-shirt, why?"

"Cas?"

"Uh…" Cas glanced over at Dean, confusion obvious in his eyes. "The same," he finally muttered, lowering his gaze to the floor. The hunter knew for a fact that Cas had slept fully clothed, head to toe, in his suit and trench get up the last time he'd been human.

"Well, I propose you change that. I think the two of you should sleep completely nude tonight. No barrier between you. You should be comfortable with each others bodies," Hannah told them.

Dean looked over at Cas and saw the poor angel's eyes wide with panic. Did Cas really think they were going to follow her insane suggestions? He was gonna have to have a talk with the guy.

"Sure… maybe we'll try that," Dean told her, standing up ready to get the hell out of there.

"One more thing," Hannah said before Dean could get Cas up out of his chair.

"Yeah?" he asked, stifling a groan.

"Here," she told him, handing him a folded piece of paper, "I really think you should look at this link, it might help answer a few of your questions the two of you are bound to have."

"Thanks," Dean told her, all but dragging Cas out of the room before she could order them to do something else asinine, like making out in front of her so she could observe their technique. Seriously, what was up with this woman?

Dean was muttering expletives under his breath as he and Cas made their way back to their cabin. The angel had been very quiet since they left the meeting room and Dean was starting to worry about his friend.

"Cas, man, you know we don't actually have to do anything she says, right?" he asked, watching the other man's face carefully.

"Of course, it's just… a little… this is all a little more awkward than I thought it would be. Lying is… still a new talent for me," he admitted.

"You're doing fine. She may think we are the most socially awkward pair that's ever come through that gate, but in the end it doesn't really matter. As long as we solve this case and keep anyone else from dying, then… well, we've won."

Cas nodded.

"So, what do you think we should do? We have a few hours before we should head to bed…"

"Perhaps we could just… rest. Return to our cabin and… watch the television? It's been a… stressful day."

"That is a damn good idea. Beer and B-rated horror movies it is," Dean told him with a smile, clasping the angel's shoulder in a friendly grip.

Cas gave him a small smile.