"C'mon!" Jo whined, pulling on Dean's sleeve and stamping her foot childishly. "You gotta tell me! I'm dyin'!"

Dean laughed and gently shook the woman's hand off, shaking his head. He was not about to give any details of his evening with Cas; he wasn't embarrassed but some things were private, dammit. He fought the urge to grin like an idiot when he thought about it. He went back to his breakfast, grinning with full cheeks when Jo just sent him a scathing look. He was hungry, dammit, he'd worked up an appetite. "You are not dying, you're just nosy. I'm not sayin' a word."

"Oh!" Jo squealed triumphantly as she waved her hands around, knowing exactly what that meant. "You totally did it! I knew it!" she said, pumping a fist in the air. She fanned herself, mental images assaulting her. Good god, that had to have been steamy! "So, how was it?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows and bumping her shoulder into Dean's, giggling when she was only glared at. "Alright," she said, raising a hand and lifting her coffee to drain the rest of it. "I get it. You're a gentlemen," she said with an eye roll. Dean glared at her and she huffed, pouting a little.

It wasn't her fault she had to have her thrills vicariously through Dean but he wasn't budging in his resolve. She chucked the last of her biscuit at him. "Fine. Spoil sport."

Dean shook his head, chuckling softly as he pushed away from the table and walked away from Jo. He had other things to do besides fending off the gossip queen. He went about his morning chores on auto-pilot and his mind wandered, as it usually did. And as it did recently, his thoughts wandered to Cas. He'd been pleasantly surprised to wake up this morning with a warm, messy haired body pillow, Cas' soft snores puffing at his hair at regular intervals. He was a secret cuddler and it amused him Cas appeared to be as well.

The other man had woken with a smile, stretching and making a sound like a contented cat, and they'd managed to have enough time to fool around in the shower (Cas teasing him mercilessly about having lube in the shower, but shutting the fuck up once it came in handy) before he'd left for his morning chores. It was a bit weird to have someone else in his cabin but he didn't mind. It was actually pretty damn nice thinking of Cas making himself comfortable, in his place, until his morning classes.

"Huh?" He jerked himself out of his pleasant thoughts, shaking his head. He hoped he didn't blush when he realized Jo was speaking to him, and probably had been for awhile. Except, now she was leering at him, as if she knew exactly where his thoughts had been. Perv.

"I said—" Jo repeated, grinning widely. It was adorable to see Dean blushing, his cheeks all pink and his face averted as if that would keep her from seeing it. She tactfully ignored it, though, truly not wanting to make him uncomfortable. If Dean was having a bit of a moment, she wasn't going to be the one to point it out and send him running to hide under his bed so the feels wouldn't get him. She cleared the expression from her face and fought to urge to squish Dean's cheeks. "I was going to take my morning group through the secondary trail," she said instead, hooking a thumb over her shoulder in the general vicinity of the wooded trails they used. "Did you notice if they'd fixed the fence yet?"

Dean nodded, focusing back on his task. He wasn't sure when he'd moved on from tossing hay portions into the stalls and went onto grooming Impala, though. He mentally shrugged, chalking it up to ingrained habit and muscle memory, and focused on rubbing the rubber curry into Impala's coat, massaging and brushing the animal's shiny coat. He patted the horse's flank fondly when Impala threw his head around for an affectionate nibble, catching his sleeve in between his lips and lipping the fabric for a moment. He gently pushed Impala's head away, a side-long look chastising the behavior.

"They finally got around to it yesterday," he said, moving on to brush out Impala's tail. "I noticed when I was out there with Cas."

"Oh, fantastic!" Jo gushed. She didn't comment about the Castiel part, knowing Dean would probably elbow her in annoyance. It was adorable and she felt a bit bad the pair wouldn't have much more time together. It had been a long time since she'd seen Dean this happy and contented...

"So," she said slowly, running a brush through Fiona's tail. She snorted a laugh when her Palomino mare flicked her tail irritably, slapping at her arm with the strands. She grinned when Dean turned to give her his attention, his brows already pinched in annoyance. Or maybe confusion, if he'd spaced out again. "I was only going to ask which group you prefer."

Dean snorted, not buying it for a moment. He smiled though, appreciating Jo's ability to censor herself when it mattered.

"Probably the second afternoon group. It's mostly kids," he said and shrugged. He liked kids alright, as long as they weren't mouthy teenagers or sticky toddlers. His favorite was Timmy, a shy little boy from Pennsylvania. He didn't know why the kid was so far from home but he was glad the kid was finally coming out of his shell and showing confidence around the horses and with his riding ability. He reminded Dean of Sam when he was at that gangly, awkward age. "Timmy and Katie are coming along nicely."

"Oh! Is he that cute little kid that nearly puked his first day?" Dean nodded, smiling a little as he remembered Timmy's face turning a slight shade of green as he looked up at the huge horse he was meant to ride. It was probably all the open space and fresh air... "Aww," she cooed, nodding. "Yeah. He's adorable. I'm glad he finally found his inner cowboy." She paused, tapping her lip as she thought, "Katie—she's that rude girl, right?"

Dean laughed, switching to a brush for Impala's mane. "Yeah, but I wouldn't say she's rude exactly. She's just... vocal." He found out that she was the youngest, and only girl, to four brothers. Add in the fact she barely could look over a yardstick and he wasn't surprised she was a feisty little thing that didn't take anyone's bullshit. He liked her and would probably miss her when she sassed her way home again. "She took to Timmy right away, so I never had a problem with her. I think Timmy is totally smitten, too," he added in a conspiratorial tone.

It was still amusing to see the pair working together and hanging whenever possible. Timmy followed Katie around like a puppy and she never seemed to mind. Or take advantage of the kid and order him around. Another reason he liked Katie; she was small but she knew how to look out for people, too.

He shook his head fondly and finished up, saddling Impala for his first lesson. He glared when Jo snickered at his trying-for-subtle-but-failing-miserably shifting once he got into the saddle and seriously considered flipping her off. He settled for ignoring her and left the barn with his chin up; he really wasn't nearly as sore as he expected. He hadn't exactly taken it easy last night.

...

Castiel smiled as he hurried over the table Dean and Jo were sitting at, sliding into the seat next to Dean. He resisted the urge to kiss him hello, and just subtly squeezed his thigh under the table. "Long day?" he asked, taking in Dean's slightly drooped posture and the tired lines around his eyes.

"Yeah," Dean said quietly, stiffing a yawn and eating with deliberate motions. He didn't want to spill food on his lap, or down his shirt, and he wanted to avoid putting a forkful of food up his nose. Again. He was absolutely wiped out; he couldn't remember having a more tiring day. "I had the kids today. Ended up chasing nearly every one of those little fuckers when Davey-boy opened the gate and they all took off." In different directions, the complete and utter little shits.

Castiel held in a snort and just nodded in what he hoped was an understanding way, rubbing a hand over Dean's shoulder soothingly. He grinned when it brought a very soft moan and Dean leaned into him. "I'll give you a proper massage later, hmm?"

"Oh yeah, that would be fan-fucking-tastic," Dean sighed, looking at Cas with equal parts adoration, appreciation and gratitude. Son of a bitch, Cas was—he was just the best.

Castiel nodded, unable to speak for a moment, his chest feeling tight from Dean's look. He needed to take a few breathes before he could swallow properly and focused on eating. He mainly just listened to the conversation between Jo and Dean; amused by Jo's attempts at conversation and Dean's effort to stay interested. And awake. He couldn't take anymore the fifth time Dean's eyes slowly drifted closed and his head dipped forward. He stood up before they even finished dessert (grateful it wasn't pie, or Dean would've probably refused to go and suffocated himself as he face-planted in his pie) and gently prodded Dean from his chair.

"C'mon," he said softly, guiding Dean up and out of his chair and from the Dining Hall (waving briefly to a playfully leering, giggling Jo) and led the other man towards his own cabin.

"I saw quite the array of massage oils in my room," Castiel said as he let Dean into his cabin. When he first saw them, he'd been curious but now he was just happy they were there.

"Mmmkay," Dean hummed, moving towards Cas' bedroom and flopping face-first onto the bed as soon as he was close enough. He moaned softly when he sunk into the comfortable mattress and fluffy bedding. He wasn't able to enjoy it long; Cas was pulling off his boots, jeans and flipping him over. He sighed with contentment when he felt deft fingers unbuttoning his shirt and he wriggled lazily when he felt Cas sliding his shirt off and down his shoulders.

He flopped onto his belly again and pillowed his head on his folded arms. "Are you really going to give me a massage?" he asked, his voice muffled by his arms. He wasn't going to bother lifting his head—he couldn't. He wanted to be more excited about being practically naked with Cas, maybe try a little something, but a massage sounded just as good right about now. He didn't think he'd ever had one before and he was looking forward to it.

Castiel just climbed on top of Dean, settling himself comfortably on the thick part of the other man's thighs, and shook the bottle of massage oil to mix it. "I am," he said and popped the cap, squirting some oil onto his hands and rubbed them together. Once he deemed it warm enough, he lowered his hands onto Dean's shoulders and smiled at the low moan he heard from under him the moment he started kneading at tense muscles.

"Feel good?" he murmured, leaning down enough to nip lightly at Dean's ear before leaning back, working and kneading the tight muscles with firm movements. He chuckled when Dean only groaned softly and nodded his head weakly. He continued down Dean's back, smoothing his hands along his lower back in a caress, more than happy with his task as he fondled and rubbed the heel of his palms into soft skin and strong muscles. He scooted back a bit and slid Dean's underwear down, swallowing reflexively when he revealed his ass.

"You're tense," he said softly, shamelessly kneading and squeezing the globes of Dean's ass. He slowly slid his thumbs up, circling the dimples above each cheek.

"Not there," Dean mumbled, his voice still muffled but the amusement still clear. He couldn't help it when his thighs parted, making Cas sink down to settle between his legs comfortably. He really didn't want to move but the dude's magic hands were arousing him to the point he would be turning over any moment and asking for the massage to include a happy ending. He moaned softly and arched his back a little when agile fingers fluttered between his cheeks and he peeked over his shoulder. He really enjoyed the sight of a flushed Cas, his pink tongue poking out between his lips as his darkened eyes stared intently at his prone body.

He wiggled his hips and chuckled when Cas' eyes eagerly followed the movement. He managed to turn himself over without unsettling Cas too much and he slid his legs up a little, planting his feet flat on the bed, and folded his hands behind his head. "I'm feeling much better," he said, his voice a bit huskier than usual. Tired and aroused as he was, he gave Cas a run for his money on the graveled sex voice.

Castiel looked up and grinned, pleased to see Dean was no longer so drowsy. He wasn't sure if the massage would relax or arouse the other man and he had been willing to accept either reaction. He was quite pleased to see the latter, though.

"Are you?" he mused, dropping to his elbows and leaning over and kissing Dean languidly, cupping his cheek. "Hmmm," he hummed, slowly grinding his hips down against Dean's. "How much better?"

"Much much," Dean said, wrapping his hands around Cas' neck and pulling the other man down. He felt wonderfully relaxed and revitalized, content and lazy. "You and those magic fingers helped."

Castiel chuckled and focused his 'magic fingers' lower and nearly lost his breath when Dean arched against him with a soft, needy little whine. He focused on his task and nearly rushed, almost unable to wait with each breathy gasp and soft moan. Jesus, Dean was going to be the death of him at this rate. He didn't know whether to protest at the abrupt move or grunt like a damn animal when Dean's legs wrapped around his waist and his feet dug into his ass and shoved him forward; he'd just barely managed to slick himself properly.

He grunted, only slightly embarrassed by the sound, and settled against Dean with a soft sigh. Again, he felt Dean's hips arch and circle and just lost himself in sensation.

...

"I don't think I've ever done this before," Castiel muttered, shifting against the inflated bath pillow to re-situate Dean a little more comfortably between his legs. He splashed the fragrant water, watching it drip down Dean's bicep. He followed the lacy bubbles clinging to tanned muscle with a fingertip and smirked when he felt the other man shiver pleasantly.

Dean settled back against Cas' chest with a soft hum and close his eyes. It was surprisingly comfortable laying there in a foamy bath, using Cas as a pillow. A warm, firm, sexy ass pillow. "It can be really fun," he said with a chuckle, sliding a slick hand down Cas' thigh under the warm water. He wasn't one for baths often, but he had eagerly jumped at the chance to enjoy one with Cas when he mentioned it. The tub was big enough and the bubble bath stuff was right there, so why not. He swirled a hand through the bubbles, shifting in place to grab a washcloth and fought the urge to unleash an unmanly giggle when Cas squeaked with the abrupt movement. "Sorry."

"You are not," Castiel sniffed, playfully slapping at Dean. He was pretty sure the other man knew exactly what he was doing with each move he made. It wasn't at all unpleasant to feel Dean's slippery ass sliding along his growing arousal, either. It just didn't strike him as the best place for round 2. It was pretty slippery in here.

Dean chuckled and relaxed again, rolling his shoulders as he settled against Cas' chest with a soft sigh. Tempting as it was to try something, bathroom sex was too damn complicated and he did not want to risk head injuries or either of them breaking something. "You're really comfortable," he murmured after a long moment of enjoying the warm water and Cas warm and firm behind him like the best bath pillow ever. Thankfully, Cas enjoyed the water hot and the room was almost stifling with the heat and fragrant steam. It was awesome; very relaxing.

He felt his eyes growing heavy and he jerked his head up before they could close all the way. "Too comfortable," he muttered sleepily, head lolling again.

"Well, that must mean we should move along," Castiel drawled, gently pushing Dean forward so he could get out. He helped Dean stand and out of the tub. He eyed the dripping man hotly and pouted when Dean wrapped himself with a fluffy blue towel. He fought the urge to nibble his lip with nerves, unsure if he should invite Dean to stay or not. Was that too weird or unacceptable?

He had really enjoyed waking up with Dean before and he desperately hoped for a repeat. But he wasn't sure if he should ask, and risk sound needy, or not... It was rather annoying to feel so unsure. He didn't want to assume and ruin something casual. He smiled when Dean dropped his towel after a very brief rub down and Dean leaned in close, wrapping arms around his waist. Thoughts of sleep left for the few moments Dean kissed him, their lips and mouths moving in a lazy way that warmed him and sent renewed heat through him.

Dean leaned back and smiled against Cas' lips. "Hmm," he hummed, resting his cheek against Cas' shoulder for a breather. He absently toyed with a pale pink nipple and stepped back, thumb brushing the adorable freckle above it. He suddenly grinned and smacked Cas' ass and rushed, naked, from the bathroom and towards the bed, flopping down in the middle of the comfortable mattress with a sigh. He gathered some of the blankets around him and rolled, forming a cocoon.

"I call middle!" he said and wriggled towards the middle of the bed. He'd briefly wondered if Cas would kick him out or not but the warm, hopeful expression he saw on Cas' face solved that issue. He was nearly giddy with the realization that he wasn't being kicked out or being too clingy. He ducked under the blanket and laughed when Cas was quick to rush into the room and he was pounced on, rolling and wiggling as Cas tried to wrestle the blankets away. He nearly snorted when he realized they were wrestling naked and laughing like idiots.

"Dean! You little bed hog!" Castiel huffed, trying to get Dean out of the middle of the bed. It was a good sized bed but he would be hanging off either side if Dean didn't move it! He probably should have figured the other man would have a massive immature streak. He was having a surprisingly tough time moving Dean (he was solid and determined) but he wasn't annoyed. He was still reeling from Dean's self-invitation, flushed with warmth and pleasure from the easy way he invited himself to stay. He hadn't known how to ask and he was relieved he didn't have to.

"Dean," he huffed again, trying to get some of his blankets back. He could only see a tuft of damp, messy hair and he rolled his eyes fondly. "You can't hog the whole bed," he muttered, kicking at Dean's blanket-clad ass, making Dean roll a little more to the right. Dean's head poked out the blankets, his eyes nearly twinkling with mischief and merriment. Castiel was torn between looking amused and annoyed so he didn't feel that bad about his immature act.

"Alright," Dean conceded, rolling himself towards the other side of the bed, the blankets still firmly wrapped around him. He snickered when Cas huffed and yanked at the blankets again. "Fine," he sighed and wiggled until the blankets came loose. He watched as Cas righted everything, muttering as he yanked and pulled, and slide in between the sheets with a soft sigh. He scootched over and draped himself across Cas, resting his head on the perfectly shaped indent between his chest and shoulder. He settled in with a sigh, his leg sliding up Cas' until he was perfectly comfortable.

"This OK?" Dean whispered, fingers idly stroking down Cas' side.

"Mmhmm," Castiel hummed, tightening his hold on Dean and bringing the man closer. He let his eyes drift closed and indulged himself in a sappy moment and dipped his head briefly to kiss the top of Dean's head and smell his hair. He couldn't explain the man's scent if he tried, but it was bright with the fresh application of shampoo, soothing as much as it was intoxicating. He didn't even get to say 'good night' before he heard Dean's breathing even out in soft snores and felt the other man go heavy and limp with sleep. He chuckled softly to himself, running a hand through Dean's hair as his own eyes slipped closed.

(A/N: Edited August 2015.)