A/N: Again, I had to split up Part Two because it was massive. This is part A of Part Two, I will put up the other two parts a day apart so there isn't as much to read in one go. Hope you still enjoy!

Part Two A

Dean slowly woke up the next morning. It took him a minute to remember where he was and why there was a warm body lying next to his.

Cas was still sound asleep and Dean was rather pleased to discover they hadn't cuddled up together during the night. Sharing a bed with the other man was awkward enough with out any added fumbles.

Dean shifted slightly, contemplating getting up, when something caught his attention... something hard and obvious. His freaking angel had morning wood and it was poking him in the hip. Oh fuck.

He very carefully shifted over away from the sleeping man, praying he wouldn't wake up. Luckily, Dean was able to make his escape without waking his sleeping friend. That was one discussion he really didn't want to have.

He could see in his mind Cas's confused face and just imagine the questions the angel might ask. No thanks.

Dean hurried into the bathroom and closed the door softly. He stripped off his clothes and turned the shower on full blast. The head was one of those fancy expensive ones and the hunter was determined to make use of it as much as possible while he had the chance.

Once the temperature was perfect, he stepped into the large stall and sighed as the water pelted down on him. This? This was heaven. Grabbing the bar of soap, he languidly lathered up his body, pausing briefly when he came to his dick. He was already hanging long and heavy from the warmth of the shower. Was it too weird to jerk off with his friend just on the other side of the door? He'd never had any problems when it was Sammy sleeping only a few feet away...

Dean mentally shrugged and decided that there was no reason he should deny himself. If he had to spend the next nine days without a single available female in sight, then he deserved a little right hand action.

Dean slicked up his cock with the soap then began to stroke, quickly finding the perfect rhythm. His mind immediately sought out his favorite fantasy and he lost himself to the pleasure.

Two tall, busty brunettes usually did the trick. He let his mind wander as he pulled and squeezed on his heavy cock, biting his lip to stifle his moan, he was still conscious of the man asleep just on the other side of the door. He wondered if this was something Cas had tried when he'd been stuck as a human last time. He obviously had the same biological issues most healthy males had. If he woke up hard, did he take care of it like any other man would?

He thought about the angel's normally stoic expression and imagined how it might change with pleasure as he discovered the joys of masturbation.

He imagined wonder and lust blown pupils, blue orbs nearly disappearing around deep black. Would his angel moan? Or would he whimper? Maybe he'd be a heavy breather with the occasional gasp.

Dean sped up his strokes; he was close now, striving for that last little bit. He wondered what Cas would look like when he came. He imagined that look of wonder the angel always had when he discovered something truly amazing about humanity, but this time on a face flushed with pleasure. Dean imagined Cas grasping his arms as he brought the angel off for the first time, maybe even whispering his name reverently. That's all it took for Dean to tumble over the edge, coating the side of the shower with spurt after spurt of cum.

He panted harshly as he came down from his high. It took him about two seconds to realize what he had done.

"Ah, fuck," he mumbled, banging his head lightly against the wall of the shower to clear it of lingering images of his friend. Dean needed to get out of this place ASAP; it was apparently starting to screw with him.

He quickly washed off the rest of himself, staying as far away from his treacherous cock as possible and turned off the water. Stepping out, he toweled off his body and threw on the clothes he'd brought in for the day. He paused at the door and wondered if the other man was up yet.

If Cas was awake, could he look him in the eye? What if he was sporting serious wood? Would he give himself away? Fuck, he was screwed up. He took a deep breath. He wasn't going to give anything away because there wasn't anything he was trying to hide.

With that in mind, Dean opened the door and walked out into the room.

When he re-entered the sleeping area of their cabin, he came face to face with a very awake Cas. Thankfully, the other man was fully dressed and sitting at the desk looking at something on the laptop.

"Hey, morning," he greeted.

Cas jumped and slammed the laptop shut. When he turned to face the hunter, his face was flushed deep red.

"Good," Cas had to stop to clear his throat. "Good morning, Dean," he replied, refusing to meet the other man's eyes.

Dean was confused. What the hell had he just walked in on and more importantly... did he really want to know?

"Uh, bathroom's open," he offered. The angel jumped up and all but fled into the small room, closing and, from the sound of it, locking the door behind him.

Dean's curiosity won out and he went over to the desk. He opened up the laptop and stared at the page that popped up. Cas hadn't even bothered to close out of the browser. Dean felt his face heat up at what he found.

He was obviously looking at a gay website, if the picture of two men entwined in a heated embrace was anything to go by. He glanced at the bar at the top of the page and recognized the URL that Hannah had given them the day before.

From the main page there were links to everything under the sun. There was a "how to" link and a link to "visual examples". Dean decided that was probably just a nice term for porn.

"I was curious," a nervous voice came from way too close behind him. He jumped and spun around.

"Damn it, Cas! Don't do that!"

Cas took a step back, cheeks still stained pink.

"I'm sorry. I found the link Hannah had given us and... " the angel shrugged, looking very unsure and self-conscious at the moment.

"Dude, nothing wrong with being curious," he told the angel, hating to see that look on his friends face.

Cas raised an eyebrow at Dean.

"Okay, it's a little freaky, I admit, but, at least you weren't looking at the porn," Dean offered.

Cas still looked unsure, like he was just waiting for Dean to let him have it. The hunter felt like shit at that moment. He didn't want the angel to look like that around him, like he was a time bomb just waiting to go off.

"Look, it's not that big of a deal. We just... we'll just forget we saw it, okay? We know what the link is, we can answer honestly now if that Strong woman asks. No harm, no foul."

The shorter man seemed to relax at that. Dean felt better immediately.

"That sounds... acceptable. I'm sorry to have made you uncomfortable," Cas apologized, walking past him to pick up a black button up shirt he obviously intended to wear over the tight, gray tee shirt he was wearing at the moment. It seemed a shame to cover up...

Dean shook his head before that thought could form.

"No big deal. Now, let's go get breakfast before we have to face the Inquisition," Dean suggested, just wanting to forget the whole morning.

Cas offered a small smile and nod before following the hunter out the door. Neither remembered to close the browser or the laptop.

Dean sat nervously next to Cas at their next group session. He realized they had all taken the same seats as the day before. Humans, creatures of habit. He glanced over at Cas and tried not to laugh at how uncomfortable the angel looked. He couldn't blame his friend, though. He'd rather be anywhere but here as well.

Hannah walked into the room and the campers all quieted immediately. It was like being back in school.

"Good morning, everyone! I hope you all slept well in your new accommodations," she greeted the assembled group, far too cheerfully in Dean's opinion. "Now, I want to discuss something rather important this morning.

"I noticed yesterday that many of you spoke rather... harshly to your partners, some of you were downright hurtful. I understand that many of you are struggling, that some of you are hurting, but that is still no reason for outright cruelty to your significant other.

"Your partners are people, ladies and gentlemen, with feelings and emotions. Today, we are going to work on raising up your partners rather than tearing them down," she explained. Dean shifted nervously, wondering what she could possibly have in mind for this.

"So, we will start with Allie and Lauren. Allie, I want you to share with the group something about Lauren that you admire."

Ah, fuck. What did he admire about Cas? Besides the fact that it took an entire liquor store to get the guy drunk.

He watched the small blond think for a second before she started talking.

"Well, I like that Lauren isn't afraid to speak her mind. I admire her candor. It doesn't matter to her what other people will think, she'll speak her mind regardless." The taller brunette gave her partner a surprised smile.

"Very good," Hannah told Allie before motioning for Lauren to take her turn.

"Um, I guess... I admire Allie's refusal to bend to stereotypes. She's always adamant that labels mean nothing. Gay, lesbian, straight, bi... it doesn't matter what you call someone, they're going to love who they love."

Hannah gave the two women a pleased smile. Damn, that was cheesy. Dean tried to wrack his brain for something to say about Cas.

"Alright, that was very good," Hannah praised. "Now, Jack what about you? What do you admire about Alec?"

Jack cleared his throat. Dean thought he looked pretty damn uncomfortable and he felt bad for the guy.

"I, uh, I admire how smart Alec is. I tease him about it and I know I can be kinda mean, but really, I'm kinda jealous. I mean, it's embarrassing to admit that sometimes, when he's using all these big words, that I have no idea what he's saying, but at the same time, I can't help but be proud that my boyfriend is really damn smart."

Dean let out a breath. Wow, that was a good one. Too bad he couldn't copy that, because he definitely knew where the other guy was coming from. Between Sammy and Cas, Dean could get seriously lost during one of their conversations. He glanced over at the shorter man and found the blond blushing. How sweet.

"Very nice, Jack, and honest. Alec, what about you?" Hannah asked.

"I admire Jack's bravery. As an officer, he goes out every day and puts his life on the line for total strangers. He does it because it's the right thing to do. It makes me proud," the blond man told the group quietly.

Hannah nodded before turning to meet Dean's eyes. He swallowed once before deciding to just stick with the truth. It had worked pretty well so far.

"Dean?" she asked, indicating it was his turn.

"I... I admire Cas's ability to believe, in anyone and anything. He always sees the good in people, even if they don't deserve it. He always believed in me, especially when I didn't deserve it," Dean told the group, eyes firmly glued to the floor. He was a little curious what Cas thought of what he was saying, but there was no way he could look at the angel right then.

"Very good. Cas?"

He heard the other man clear his throat before his rough voice washed over the hunter.

"I admire Dean's loyalty. He will stand by those he loves through anything. He never gives up on the people who are important to him," Cas told the assembled couples. There the damn angel went again, giving him more credit than he deserved. Dean raised his eyes and met Cas's azure orbs. He found nothing but honesty in the other man's eyes.

"Tom? What do you admire about Mike?" Hannah was asking, pulling Dean's attention away from the other man.

"I admire the way Mike is so sure of himself. He never cares what other people are thinking or saying about him, he does what he wants and is confident in his actions."

Hannah smiled at the taller man before turning to Mike.

"I admire Tom's ass."

Dean burst out into laughter. He wasn't the only one.

"Hey! It's a compliment! The man is smoking hot and he's all mine. What's not to admire?"

"Well, that was sweet," Hannah told the couple, though Dean could see doubt in her eyes. "Anne? Why don't you tell us what you admire about Sarah?"

The butch blond looked around the group before speaking.

"I admire Anne's accepting nature. She'll befriend anyone. She never has preconceived notions, everyone is this wonderful person until proven wrong."

Dean thought maybe he was imagining it, but the taller woman didn't sound all that sincere.

"Sarah?"

"I admire Anne's ability to love. When she cares about someone, she puts her whole self behind them, she's protective and willing to stick up for them, against anything."

"Very good, all of you. I hope you each got something from this exercise. I want you to think back on today the next time to start to offer up some rude or hurtful words towards your partner. Remember how nice it felt to have the person you love honestly building you up and perhaps offer them a compliment rather than a degrading comment. You are dismissed, go, enjoy your free time and I'll see each of you for your scheduled one on one time," Hannah told them, bidding them goodbye with another of her bright, painful smiles.

Dean jumped up and all but dragged Cas out of the meeting room. He didn't want to stay in there any longer than was necessary. Judging by the way the angel rushed to keep up with him, the feeling was mutual.

When Dean and Cas got back to their cabin, they were both tense and avoiding each other's eyes. Finally, the angel spoke up.

"Is this our plan for the remainder of our time here? To tell the truth as often as possible?"

Dean glanced over at his friend and shrugged.

"It seems to work pretty well. You know, they always say the best lies are rooted in the truth."

Cas nodded at that then tilted his head slightly to the side.

"You know, it does leave less to remember."

Dean laughed at that and immediately the awkwardness faded.

"Seriously, though, the best thing Mike could say about Tom was that he had a nice ass?" Dean asked, plopping down on their bed.

"I'm sure there are plenty of women in your past where a 'nice ass' is the best of their qualities," Cas pointed out, sitting down beside Dean on the bed.

"Well, yeah, sure, for a random fuck, but we're talking life partners here. Someone you care enough about to go through all this trouble and the best thing you can come up with about them is 'nice ass'? I think they have bigger issues than we do," Dean told the other man. Cas raised an eyebrow.

"You mean, 'than we're supposed to have'."

Dean paused at that.

"Yeah, that's what I meant. Jesus, Cas, you know what I meant," Dean told him, giving the angel a light shove and offering him a forced smirk.

"Right," Cas told him, falling back on the bed. "Wake me up in time for lunch, please. I forgot how much I enjoyed sleeping."

"Sure thing, Man," Dean agreed, laying back on the bed himself, though he had no intention of sleeping, rather he intended to remind himself why he hated being here and exactly what kind of girl he was going to find as soon as they were done with this case. He was definitely not thinking about Cas's admiration of his loyalty or his fantasy from this morning.

This place was driving him slowly insane. The sooner they could get out of here, the better.