A/N: Okay, just so you know, I haven't been ignoring this fic or abandoning it. I have had a very hard pregnancy and have just now hit 37 weeks. I have spent the last two weeks with really hard contractions. I am days away from delivering, so for those of you who have told me to ignore real life, that's not really feasible. :) I had this part finished, but I wasn't sure about it, nor happy with it, so I've spent what time I can tweaking it and getting it ready to go up. I hope you enjoy and don't be surprised if it's another week or so before the rest of part three goes up. Baby will be here any day and that is my priority. That being said, I will NOT abandon this fic, most of it is done, it just needs tweaking and betaing and it can go up, so as soon as babe's here and we're all healthy and settled, I'll be back to posting every couple days or so. Promise! So, enjoy this part! And thank you so much for the feedback. As I've sat in the hospital these past few days, I've read and reread my comments, they cheer me up so much at the moment! Please, keep them coming"!

Part Three C

Dean walked back to his cabin feeling slightly off kilter. He was pretty sure he's just been blown off. Maybe that was a little harsh. He and Cas hadn't really had any time to themselves since they'd gotten here, time apart might be good for them. That didn't stop Dean from wondering what the hell he was going to do 'til their one on one session.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Bobby. He thought he could at least touch base with the older hunter. His friend answered on the second ring, his gruff voice filling the tiny speaker.

"Hey, Bobby, how are ya?"

"I'm about like I always am. How about you? Sam said that place was starting to get to ya."

"That's putting it mildly," Dean muttered. Taking a deep breath, he went on to explain everything they'd figured out so far and some of their theories.

"So, Sam said they look like little hellhounds?"

"He and Cas explained them that way, I guess they'd know. I didn't see them."

"Damn. I have no idea, Dean. I've never heard of anything like that."

"But you can look into it?"

"Of course. I'll take a look at those weird symbols Sam sent over, too and let ya' know if I figure anything out."

"Thanks, Bobby."

Dean finished up his phone call just as he came to the door of his cabin. He flipped his phone closed and slipped his keycard in. He walked into the cabin and made a bee line for the bed. Flopping down on his back, he stared blankly at the ceiling. He couldn't help but wonder what Cas was up to out there in the woods all alone. Was he thinking about him? Jesus, when the hell had he turned into a girl? No, Castiel was not thinking about him. He'd made his feelings, or lack there of, abundantly clear.

Dean's mind wandered back to the night before. Of all the people who could do something like that and have it mean nothing, Castiel the freaking angel was the last person Dean would have expected. He closed his eyes and pictured the way Cas had looked pressed against the wall, eyes wide and aroused. He thought about the delicious sounds his angel made while he'd stroked his cock. Dean's own dick stirred and started to harden at the memories.

He let the mental pictures continue, remembering how Cas's breath had quickened, how the angel had been so unsure, but had put his trust in Dean. His dick was hard against his jeans. He pressed the heal of his palm down against his straining erection. Glancing at the clock, he debated if he had enough time for a quick one.

He figured Cas would be out for a bit, so he should be safe. Carefully unzipping his jeans, he eased his dick out of its confinement. The cool air hit the heated flesh, sending a pleasurable shiver through his body. There were so many things he could show his angel; so many experiences the other man had never had. It didn't necessarily have to mean anything, right? Hell, Cas had to be curious.

He imagined pulling Castiel down onto their bed, kissing him senseless because, seriously? Making out with Cas was pretty awesome. He thought about convincing his friend to try blowing him. He wondered if he could convince the angel to try that. Dean thought about the other man's perpetually dry lips moist and glistening around his swollen cock. He pictured the hesitant way his angel would move over the hot flesh.

Dean gripped his dick and gave a few tentative strokes. He tried to imagine what it would feel like, Cas's hot mouth on his cock, his inexperienced tongue learning its way around the head and down the shaft. He let out a low moan, watching the precum bead at the top. He thumbed his slit, gathering the pearly drops and smoothing them down his erection, giving himself a bit of lubrication. He sped up his strokes, tightening his fist as he went.

He wondered if Cas would be brave enough to let him shoot in his mouth. His dick throbbed at the thought. The other man might be adventurous like that.

Dean was close. He could feel his balls pulling up, his orgasm just out of reach when the door to his cabin swung open. He froze mid stroke and met shocked blue eyes. Cas stood in the door way, eyes wide as they strayed down to where he still gripped his hard, leaking cock.

"Close the damn door," Dean hissed, pulling a sheet over his exposed body.

Cas jumped when Dean spoke and quickly stepped inside, slamming the door shut and averting his gaze. Dean lay there in shock, hand still gripping his dick. He watched the angel hesitantly glance back at him.

"Sorry, I didn't..." Cas trailed off, licking his lips and glancing down to the place where the sheet hid Dean's still aching cock. Dean was torn between throwing off the sheet and giving the other man a free show or stuffing his dick back into his pants and making a run for it.

Cas made the choice for him. The angel started hesitantly walking towards him. Dean wracked his brain for something to say, but he was coming up with jack shit. The angel paused at the side of the bed. He reached over and tentatively moved the sheet out of the way. His blue eyes were still wide and unsure, but quickly darkening in arousal.

"Cas?" Dean asked, voice cracking in an embarrassing way.

The other man sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over to brush light fingers down Dean's dick. The hunter sucked in a harsh breath. He let go of his cock, allowing it to bob against his stomach. Cas seemed to gain a bit of confidence. He circled Dean's erection with his hand and raised his eyes to meet the hunter's, a question obvious in the blue depths. Dean nodded. He didn't really care what the angel was asking permission for, so long as he kept touching him.

Cas slowly moved his hand over Dean's flesh a couple times, eyes wide and staring in fascination at the hardness in his fist. The grip was too light and the pace too slow. Dean placed his hand over Cas's.

"Little bit tighter," he instructed, squeezing both his friend's fist and his own dick. He was far too close to deal with light teasing strokes. "And a little faster."

Cas's breathing was turning harsh and Dean wondered if his friend was going to get off just by jacking him. An idea came to him suddenly. Here was the opportune chance to play out one of his earlier fantasies.

"Lay down," he ordered, grabbing Cas's hip with his free hand and tugging. The other man looked confused, but obeyed the command without question. Once the two men were laying on the bed face to face, Dean let go of Cas's hand and reached out. He quickly undid the button and zip on the angel's jeans, pulling his cock out.

"Dean?"

"Shhh."

There was no way Dean could do this and talk. He gripped Cas's dick and started to stroke it, encouraging his friend to move the hand still wrapped around his own cock. Castiel's strokes started again, a little hesitant but quickly gaining confidence. Dean leaned in and kissed Cas's lips, bringing their bodies close together. He used the leaking precum to smooth his strokes, hoping Cas would catch on. His angel seemed to be a quick study, if the thumb he swiped across the head of Dean's dick then slid down the shaft was any indication. He was learning fast.

Cas squeezed the head gently on the upstroke and Dean nearly lost it. He moaned into his friend's mouth, determined not to embarrass himself yet again in front of the angel He wasn't a freaking teenager, he should be able to last longer than this! He pulled out of the kiss and just watched the other man. He loved the look of abandon and wonder on Cas's face.

"Cas," he started, but stopped when he realized he had no idea what he wanted to say. Anything that came to mind was way too cheesy and probably not something his friend wanted to hear.

"I know, Dean, it doesn't mean anything, stop stressing," Cas growled, sounding annoyed. That was actually so far from what Dean was thinking that it pissed him off. He felt his annoyance grow. Maybe his friend needed to stop assuming he knew what Dean was thinking. He'd obviously lost that ability along with his grace.

Dean jerked Cas's hand away from his cock, ignoring the confused look on the shorter man's face. He rolled over so he was laying on top of the other man. He sat up so he was straddling the angel. Dean roughly pulled Cas's shirt up and off his body, tossing it somewhere on the floor before ridding himself of his own shirt. He took in the sight before him. Castiel lay under him, panting, lips swollen and wet. His body was naked from the waist up and his dick was hard and curled towards his stomach. Dean's own cock jumped at the sight.

Cas raised his hand and grabbed Dean's dick once more, stroking it hard and fast. That was all Dean needed to spur him into action. He grabbed Cas's cock and jerked him hard, smirking when he heard an unfamiliar expletive fall from the angel's lips. Dean leaned down and sucked at a sensitive spot on the other man's neck. He was going to leave his mark on his angel and fuck anyone who would give him shit for it. The angel was all but writhing underneath him.

He was close again and he could tell his angel wouldn't last much longer. He sunk his teeth into the side of Cas's neck, careful not to break the skin. The other man cried out in surprise and Dean felt warmth shooting between them. Cas's hand moved disjointedly against Dean's dick, but it was enough to push the hunter over the edge, his cum mixing with Cas's in the space between them. He panted through his orgasm, his breathing keeping pace with the angel's. As he slowly came down from his orgasm induced high, he realized he was going to need a shower before their one on one session.

Dean sat up slowly, wondering what the hell he should say now. He caught sight of the bruised mark already forming on the right side of Cas's neck and grimaced. Maybe he'd been a little too rough. Cas glanced down at his stomach then met Dean's gaze.

"Being human is very... messy," he commented. Dean snorted and gave the angel a tentative smile, grateful to his friend for breaking the awkward post orgasm silence.

"That's what showers are for," he told his friend, moving off the other man to sit on the bed beside him. He opened his mouth to suggest they jump in when Back in Black started blaring from his phone on the bedside table. It was Sam's ringtone.

"I should answer that. You go ahead and take a shower while I see what he needs," Dean offered. Cas nodded before standing up and disappearing into the bathroom.

Dean picked up his phone and answered, hoping his voice sounded normal. Or as normal as it could sound considering he was laying on his bed, half naked, cock out and covered in drying semen.

"Hey, Sammy. What's up?"

"Not much. Hannah's got me repairing stupid little things all over the resort. You'd think I was the only staff member around."

"She's trying to keep you busy so you'll keep your sasquatch hands off the poor confused campers," Dean teased.

"Ha ha, very funny. Seriously, Dean, you're killing me here."

"Bitch."

"Jerk. But seriously, did you want to meet up again before dinner to go look through the woods?"

"Actually, I have a possible lead. Did you know Hannah was once a somewhat respectable therapist?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, she was licensed in this shit before she and her husband started having trouble. Baby trouble. It ended pretty messy and she lost her license. She started this place up after that, but I'm not convinced she's completely sane."

"So, you think she could have something to do with the killings?"

"She totally fits the type."

"You're not just saying this because she upset your boyfriend?"

"Shut up, bitch. He's not my boyfriend. But think about it, it's happened three months in a row, so my first theory would be staff. We think we could be dealing with some kind of fertility deity and she had baby trouble that caused her to lose everything."

"No, that really does actually make sense. Want me to look around here? See if I can find anything?"

"Yeah, that'd be great, Sammy. Can you meet us back here around four?"

"Sure. I'll let you know what I find."

"Awesome. Later." Dean closed his phone just as the sound of water tapered off in the bathroom. He quickly grabbed his cast off shirt and wiped himself down the best he could. He shoved his limp dick into his pants and fastened them up. He was mostly presentable by the time Cas came out of the bathroom.

The other man had on a pair of jeans, but nothing else. His pale chest was naked and still damp from the shower. Droplets glistened on the smooth skin. Dean felt his cock give a feeble twitch at the sight.

"Shower's empty," Cas spoke up, breaking through the moment. Dean swallowed hard.

"Thanks. I'll be quick, then we can head to our next session." Cas's demeanor darkened at Dean's words.

"Do we have to?"

"We should probably try to stay on her good side so we can keep her out of our hair while we finish up this case."

Cas nodded, a resigned look on his face. Dean clapped him on the shoulder as he moved past him and into the bathroom.

Cas pulled out a shirt from the drawer and pulled it over his head. His body was humming in the most pleasant way, but his mind was in turmoil. He had not expected another encounter with Dean. Not that he was complaining, it was very pleasurable, and he enjoyed seeing Dean so free and open, his shields down for a few minutes. It wasn't a side of his friend he saw often enough.

He wished he could bring out that side of the hunter more often, he wished he had more to offer the other man... he wished a lot of things. Things he really shouldn't wish for.

Cas sighed as he listened to the sounds of Dean showering. It had really bothered him when Dean had tried to speak to him in the midst of their encounter. He'd been able to just enjoy the other man, to pretend for just a moment that they were just two lovers indulging in a little alone time, until the hunter had opened his mouth. Cas understood perfectly where they stood, he did not need reminding.

Cas paced over to the refrigerator and pulled out a cold can of soda. The green drink had quickly become one of his favorite things.

He was just finishing his soda when Dean immerged from the bathroom, clad in only a towel.

"Forgot my clothes," he mumbled by way of explanation. Cas nodded and let his eyes rove over the hunter's toned body. The angel walked over to his friend, stopping at what he hoped was an appropriate distance. Dean eyed him warily. Cas wondered what the other man expected him to do.

"We should hurry. Hannah is not a very patient person," Castiel told the other man. Dean nodded before stepping closer to the angel. Cas wondered what he was planning. The hunter leaned over and Cas's breath caught in his throat, but Dean just reached past him and grabbed his clothes that were sitting on the dresser behind him.

"Yeah, the last thing we need is another lecture," Dean told him. Cas noticed the hunter hadn't stepped away.

"Dean?" Cas spoke up, not sure what he wanted to ask.

"Yeah?" the other man answered, voice low and wrecked sounding.

Cas just followed his instincts and leaned in, pressing his lips hesitantly against the taller man's. He half expected to be roughly shoved away. Dean didn't push though. Instead, he pulled him closer, deepening the kiss for a minute before finally stepping back. Cas didn't recognize the look on his friends face, but it was far from pleasant.

"What was that for?" Dean asked, no anger evident in his tone, just an odd sadness.

"I... I don't... I just thought..." Cas trailed off, unsure of the words to describe why he had kissed the other man. It was obviously a mistake.

"Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn't think so much," Dean muttered, turning away and pulling his clothes on. Cas was embarrassed. He nodded to Dean's back. The hunter was right. He had no idea how to play this game of his. He'd let the other man lead from now on.

"Sorry," Cas whispered, unsure if the other man would hear him or not.

Once Dean was dressed, they left for their session with Hannah. Cas was confused and unsure and really did not want to deal with the annoying woman. At the other sessions, he'd had Dean's support, but he was afraid he'd messed up earlier and wondered if he'd be able to count on his friend this time. They paused outside the main house and he was surprised to feel the hunter place a hand on the small of his back.

"Don't let her get away with any of her shit, 'kay?" Dean said, stepping closer to him. That small gesture made Cas feel much better. He nodded at his friend. Together, they stepped into the house.