Part Two, B

Lunch was once again shared with Alec and Jack. Dean was slowly learning to be comfortable around the couple; he was even starting to like Jack. The cop was nothing like Dean expected, so opposite of a stereotypical gay guy that he was a little ashamed to even have those preconceived notions. All in all, Jack was an okay guy.

Alec and Jack seemed to be getting along much better today and Dean had to wonder if Hannah's methods had something to them after all. The two kept shooting each other small, shy smiles and Dean would think it gross if it wasn't so damn cute.

Cas was just finishing up his salad, and Dean was going to have to have some serious words with his brother about introducing his angel to rabbit food, when Jack spoke up.

"So, Hannah said there were some natural steam springs about a quarter mile down the Bannon Trail, we thought we'd go check them out. You guys interested?" Jack asked.

Dean glanced at Cas. The angel's brow was furrowed in thought.

"What about the bear attacks we've heard about?" Dean asked the other man.

"Hannah said they killed the bear the weekend before this session started," Jack responded.

"I walked down there this morning. It's really peaceful and there are some really interesting etchings around the springs I'd like to look at," Alec told them.

Dean met Cas's eyes and could see the angel was as curious as he was about these etchings.

"Uh, that sounds awesome but we didn't bring our swim trunks. We'll tag along though, it sounds like it would be cool to see," Dean offered.

"Oh, don't worry about the trunks. We didn't either. Just grab some towels and boxers, or, hell, your birthday suit for that matter. We're all guys, nothing we haven't seen, right?" Jack told them.

Dean's eyes widened as he met his angel's concerned blue orbs. Yeah, nothing they haven't seen, right... not.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Just give us a few minutes to run down to our cabin and get our towels," Dean told the other couple.

"Sure. How about we meet you at the trailhead in a quarter hour?" Jack asked.

"Sure, sounds good," Dean agreed, jumping out of his seat and motioning for Cas to follow him.

Once they were out of sight of the other couple, Cas turned worried eyes to the hunter.

"They expect us to swim in the nude with them?"

"Dude, chill. We don't have to, you heard him. We can just wear boxers."

Cas nodded but Dean thought he still looked uncomfortable.

When they reached the cabin, Dean left Cas on the front porch while he ran in to grab a couple towels. A folded piece of paper on the still open laptop caught his eye as he was leaving. Shit, they'd never closed out of that damn website.

Walking over to the desk, Dean cautiously picked up the folded paper and opened it. He recognized the handwriting as his brother's. Groaning, he read the note.

Dean,

Something you want to tell me? You know I won't judge you, right? Hell, we all knew you guys had a "profound bond".

~Sam

Dean rolled his eyes as he crumpled up the note. Damn it. Sam was seriously gonna pay. He tossed the paper into a trashcan sitting beside the desk and walked back out to meet Cas.

"Let's go," he growled when he reached the angel's side.

"Something wrong?" Cas asked, brow furrowed in worry.

"Yeah, I have a douche bag for a brother," he answered.

Cas continued to look at him with a confused look on his face.

"Never mind. I'll tell you later."

With that, Dean sped up the pace, walking purposefully towards the trail marker they were supposed to meet Jack and Alec at.

The other couple was already there when Dean and Cas came to the trailhead. Jack had Alec pressed against a tall pine tree and was trying to devour the other's mouth.

Cas cleared his throat, the sound pulling Dean's gaze away from the show in front of them. Jack pulled back and lazily glanced over at the pair, a confident smirk graced his features.

Dean glanced at the shorter man and noticed Alec's swollen lips and flushed face. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable and thought about making an excuse why they couldn't go with the other couple.

"Sorry. Sometimes Jack just can't keep it in his pants," Alec apologized, pushing the taller man away from him. Jack just chuckled before reaching out to twine hands with the blond.

Dean made sure to keep his eyes firmly above waist level. There were some things he didn't need to see and, personally, if he'd just had a make out session like that, he'd be hard enough to pound nails... not that he'd ever have a make out session just like that, but, you know, if it'd been a girl.

"Come on, it's not far," Alec told them, pulling Jack along as the pair led the way into the woods.

"Keep your eyes open and stay close," Dean whispered in Cas's ear. The angel just nodded.

It didn't take long at all for the trail to open up to a small pool, edged in rocky outcroppings with a small waterfall on the far side. Steam was leisurely wafting up from the surface.

"Here we are," Alec told the group, setting a small red cooler down and dropping their towels next to it. He immediately started stripping off his clothing. Dean's eyes widened in worry but thankfully the other man stopped at his boxers. He walked over and stood at the edge of the pool, eyeing the waterfall on the other side.

"You guys coming?" he asked, turning back to face them.

"I'll be in in a few. Think I'll have a beer first," Jack answered, nodding towards the red cooler. "Want one, Dean?"

Dean gave a relieved sigh. Beer.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks, man," the hunter replied. He turned toward Cas just as the other man was taking off his pants. Dean froze at the sight before him. Cas stood back up and met Dean's shocked gaze. The angel stood there, clad only in a pair of tight, black boxer briefs. He raised an eyebrow at Dean.

"I am going to go in with Alec. Those etchings look very interesting," his friend told him, an amused smile on his face.

"Uh... Yeah, okay," Dean replied once his head had cleared. An amused chuckle drew his attention. Jack had taken off his shirt but left his jeans on and was handing Dean a beer. He took the bottle with a grateful smile.

"Come on, man, get comfortable," the other man told him as Cas waded into the pool. Dean hesitantly took off his shirt and sat down next to Jack, back against a tree. He watched the angel and Alec swim over to the rocks at the base of the small waterfall where he could just make out a couple weird symbols. He'd have to get Sammy out here to take a look.

"You've got a good guy," Jack spoke up, interrupting his musings.

"Uh, yeah, I know. He's pretty special," Dean replied, trying to think of what else a besotted boyfriend would say.

"You know, I get it, Dean. I really do."

Dean glanced over at Jack, confused about what it was that Jack got. His confusion must have shown on his face because the other man took a swig of his beer then started talking.

"I was married, ya know. Before Alec. Like, married married, to a woman," he told Dean. The hunter nearly chocked on his beer. How the hell did the man go from a wife to a boyfriend?

"We had a son, Mark," Jack continued and Dean grew even more confused.

"Had?" the hunter asked.

"Yeah, had. I was working the night shift and Mark was just shy of two years old. He had an ear infection and the only thing Denise could do to calm him down was to load him up in the car and go for a drive," Jack paused to take another sip of his beer and Dean swore he could see tears in the other man's blue eyes. "They were only a block from the house when a drunk driver plowed through a red light and hit them. My wife died on impact they said, and Mark passed on the ambulance ride to the hospital."

Dean stared at the other man, his heart aching at the naked pain on his face.

"I didn't look at anyone for a long time after that, and you can imagine my surprise when the only person to make it past my steel barriers was the geeky high school teacher that lived next door to me. He brought me food for the first weeks after the funerals, he'd let me just sit there and brood, then, when the anger came, he'd sit there and let me rant and rage at him.

"So, Dean, I get it. The shock and confusion that comes with trading in a pair of boobs for a dick, but let me assure you, it doesn't make you any less of a man to take it up the ass."

Dean felt his face heat up at Jack's blunt words, and yeah, the taller man on the bottom? He did not see that one coming.

"You don't have to be one or the other, you know. You can be ninety-nine percent straight and one percent gay, for Cas.

"He seems like a good guy, but let me give you some advice: no man is a saint. I almost lost Alec because it took me so damn long to get my head out of my ass, don't wait too long."

Dean took a large gulp of his beer while he tried to think of something to say.

A shadow fell over him, drawing his attention and buying him some time. He glanced up to find Cas standing over him, dripping wet and boxers clinging obscenely to his body. Damn... what was his angel hiding under there? Dean whipped his eyes back up to Cas's face as Jack stood up.

"I'm gonna go join Al," he told them, offering Dean an encouraging smile before stripping off his jeans and underwear and running, bare assed, into the pool.

"You should come in, Dean, there's something I want to show you," Cas told him, reaching down and hauling him up by his arm.

"Uh," Dean started but broke off when the angel stepped in close, his hands going to the button of Dean's jeans. "What are you doing?" he hissed.

"Playing a part," the angel whispered back, undoing the button and pulling down the zip, "and taking off your pants."

Dean's dick twitched at his friend's words. It didn't help matters when the other man sank down to his knees, putting his face directly in front of the hunter's crotch, pulling his jeans down as he went. Dean stared at the dark head below him. All he'd have to do was reach down and pull the angel a little further...

"Are you going to step out any time today?" Cas asked. That snapped Dean out of his daze.

"Where'd you learn to be a smart ass?"

"You."

"Get a room!" Jack called out jokingly from the middle of the pool. Dean watched a faint flush creep up his angel's face.

"Hey! You were the ones sucking face earlier," Dean called back as Cas stood up. The angel reached over and grabbed Dean's hand, tugging until the hunter followed him into the pool. As soon as they were waist deep in the water, Cas hastily let go. Dean refused to think about why holding hands with the other man only disturbed him slightly rather that totally freak him out like it should.

Cas led him over to the rocks he and Alec had been looking at earlier. Dean glanced over at the other pair and found them once again lip-locked together. He turned back to Cas and the etchings.

"So," ha asked quietly, "recognize it?"

"It's Enochian. More warding against angels."

"So... think whoever is hiding something out here?" he asked.

"It's possible. We should return later and take pictures to send back to Bobby. There are two symbols on the other side I don't recognize."

"Alright. We can head back after our torture session," Dean suggested.

Cas nodded then glanced over at the other pair. They were no longer making out but rather cuddled up together whispering God knows what into each other's ears.

"They seem happy," Cas commented.

"Yeah. They had a pretty rough start apparently. They deserve it," Dean said.

"Even though they are two men?" Cas asked with a knowing smile.

"Yes, even though they are both men," Dean told the angel grudgingly.

Cas smiled. A real smile. It was nice to see.

Dean and Cas finally pulled themselves out of the water when their one on one session time neared. Dean hadn't thought far enough ahead when he had grabbed their towels to grab a spare pair of boxers. He was now faced with an interesting dilemma. He and Cas were both soaked to the bone, boxers included. They had their towels and their dry clothes, so they were left with two options.

They could either walk back to their cabin in just their boxers, or strip down and go commando. While Dean was weighing the options, Cas leaned over and stripped of his boxers.

Dean couldn't help but stare as Cas tossed the wet item aside and grabbed his jeans. The water had been very warm and the effect was obvious. Cas's cock was hanging long and heavy between his surprisingly muscled thighs. He was circumcised, or, rather Jimmy had been circumcised, and Dean was stopping that thought right there.

He quickly averted his eyes and turned his back on the other man. He stripped his own boxers off and pulled his dry jeans over his still wet skin. It wasn't all that easy, but there was no way he was spending any more time naked around Cas then was necessary while his traitorous cock was insistent on not behaving.

When he turned back around, his friend was waving good-bye to the other couple, who were far too close together and way too flushed for Dean's comfort. The sooner they gave them some privacy, the better.

Dean offered his own wave goodbye then turned and headed back down the trail. Cas quickly caught up with him and fell into step alongside him, shoulder brushing his own every few steps. He thought the silence should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn't.

"What do you think will be required of us at our next session?" the angel asked, finally breaking the silence. Dean glanced over at the shorter man and noticed the worried look he wore.

"Hell if I know. Probably want to critique our make out technique."

Cas shot Dean a wide-eyed, scared look.

"Dude, I'm joking. Probably just more talking about our feelings or some shit," Dean told him in an attempt to reassure the angel.

Cas swallowed and glanced forward once more.

"Perhaps it will be painless," the angel muttered.

"Yeah, I doubt that."

When Dean and Cas made it back to their cabin, the hunter offered the angel first dibs on the shower. While Cas was in the bathroom, Dean pulled out his cell and called his brother.

"Dean?"

"Hey, Sam. How's it going?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"It's hell. Enough said. Seen anything out of the ordinary, yet?"

"Besides gay porn on your laptop?"

"It wasn't porn! It was homework for the psycho bitch that runs this place."

"Right..."

"Bitch."

"Jerk. And to answer your question, no, I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary, though I haven't really had a chance to look much. Mrs. Strong has me cleaning the freaking cabins! The job said 'handyman' not 'maid'."

"Stop your bitching, Sammy. Meet us back at our cabin at four. Will that work? Cas and I have something to show you."

"Sure. See ya then."

"Bye, Sam."

"Later, Dean."

Dean snapped his phone shut as Cas came out of the bathroom. Nodding at his friend, he grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom, intent on getting ready for his next torture session.