Cas worked through the night, creating something he hoped Dean would like. They were waiting on his desk when he arrived for work the next morning- Dean should not have shown Cas where he kept his spare keys. Dean's eyes widened with surprise, but he blushed as he picked up the bouquet of flowers that were laying on his desk.

He excitedly picked up the note that Cas had left with them.

Dean, just a thank you for last night. Sorry they're not orchids, but considering I already gave you some, I thought you might want something different; and since we're so full of clichés, I thought I'd give you some roses instead. I left a guide as to what the roses mean, in case you don't speak flower.

"Cas"

Dean smiled at the quotation marks around Cas, before opening the rose guide.

He could according to the guide, he had the traditional red, symbolising love and romance- Dean knew that one. He saw, what, according to the guide, appeared to be salmon- symbolising desire. Lavender roses- a symbol of love at first sight- Dean sniggered to himself at that one, recalling how awkward he was the first time he saw Cas. There was also peach to show gratitude and appreciation, as well as green- the printed guide said that this showed the constant renewal of life and energy. But Cas had written in scrawled handwriting, adding that he was sorry he couldn't find something that matched the colour of Dean's eyes, but they could not be naturally matched.

Dean blushed heavily at that last part, digging around for a while before finally finding a suitable container for his bouquet, adding water and gently placing the roses in. He stared at them, smiling as they sat on his desk. He made a mental note to go over and thank Cas when he went for his lunch break. Dean got out his sketchbook and started drawing. His hand skimming the paper skilfully as he the roses appeared on the page, as he perfectly captured the intricate, beautiful harmony of the colours, and the soft, delicate petals that were gently brushed by the wind.

By the time he had finished the drawing, it was time for lunch. Dean sighed, luckily he had a big appointment later- mornings were never busy- who in their right mind would get a tattoo before noon- besides drunk people of course- but Dean would never tattoo someone who didn't fully understand what they were doing.

Dean sauntered into the café, and after finishing his croissant and cappuccino, he made his way to Cas' shop, clutching his drawing so hard that his knuckles turned a whiter shade of pale.

He slipped through the door, shuffling along until Cas spotted him, approaching him with a smile in his face. Dean could feel that fluttering sensation in his stomach again, his heart thumping hard in his chest as Cas neared. Dean didn't know why he gushed like a teenager when he was around him.

"Hey- I wanted to thank you for the flowers- they mean a lot to me."

Dean blushed, while grinning awkwardly.

"Thanks, it was no problem, what have you got there?"

Cas asked, looking down at the sheet of paper that Dean was apparently holding onto for dear life.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a drawing I did of the bouquet..."

Cas raised his eyebrows and grabbed the drawing, examining it. Dean bit his nails nervously as Cas looked at the picture- what if he didn't like it? Why did Dean even bring it- he should have just come here and thanked him and everything would have been okay; not shown him a drawing like some five year old.

"It's beautiful."

Cas said, Dean's eyes widened in response.

"Really?"

"Yeah- do you mind if I keep this- I can pin it on the board, so everyone can see it when they walk in."

Dean blushed, before nodding, grinning up at Cas.

Cas closed the space between him and Dean, staring into his eyes before briefly averting his gaze to Dean's lips, before drifting back to his lips again. Dean shut his eyes as he felt Cas soft lips press against his, and Cas hands on his shoulders, pushing him against the wall. Dean placed his hands and traced patterns on Cas' chest, before he felt Cas take his hands and pin them above his head, against the wall. Cas started to nip at his neck, as his hand slid down Dean's shirt, causing Dean to moan as he felt Cas' hand travel further down, until the rested on his crotch area, teasing him from outside his jeans. Cas grinned as he felt Dean's throbbing erection from his trousers. He squeezed it slightly, making Dean bite his lip harder, tightening his grip on Cas' shoulder.

"Cas...please..."

Cas smirked at Dean.

"Please...What?"

"You know what...will you stop teasing me?"

Cas licked his lips, before leaning closer to whisper into Dean's ear.

"Why don't you beg a little harder?"

Cas groaned. Dean felt the tingling sensation grow.

"Cas...I need you...I want you...I...please just...just..."

"Just...?"

"Fuck...just touch me...please..."

Cas grinned before unbuckling Dean's belt. He flipped the sign on the door of the shop, pulling Dean into his break room, which had a conveniently placed sofa, as Dean would come to appreciate. He lay Dean down on the sofa, practically straddling him as Dean lay flat on his back. Cas pinned Dean's arms over his head, leaving a trail of kisses down his jawline and neck, leading all the way to his naval. He pulled Dean's trousers down, before smirking up at him and removing his underwear.

Dean moaned as he felt Cas' mouth against his skin.

"Oh...god..."

Dean moaned, going to grab fistfuls of Cas hair, but was surprised as Cas pushed his hands away.

Cas pulled away.

"Keep you arms above your head, pretty boy."

Dean nodded, lying back as Cas resumed, bucking his hips upwards as he moved faster and faster.

"Oh yeah...oh...don't stop...don't stop..."

Dean moaned louder as Cas swirled his tongue to his base, and gave a loud groan as he felt himself hit the back of Cas' throat. He exhaled sharply as Cas pulled away completely.

"Say my name..."

Cas commanded, groaning in his sexy voice before returning to his position. Taking Dean's full length into his mouth, causing Dean to scream out, as Cas repeated the action again and again.

"Oh...Cas..."

He moaned, getting louder and louder as Cas moved faster and faster.

"Cas...I'm close...Cas...Cas!"

Dean moaned, as he could feel the tension building inside of him. He knew he would do it any moment now.

"OH...CAS...CAS!"

Dean called out as he came, writhing beneath Cas as he continued to suck.

Cas was once again face to face with Dean, he wiped his mouth before kissing Dean tenderly.

"How was that?"

Cas asked, smirking smugly at Dean laying back, his face flushed red, panting on the couch.

"That was...I mean...wow..."

Was all Dean could get out, he looked up at Cas who was already getting up to leave. Dean grabbed his hand, gesturing for him to stay; he pulled his underwear and trousers back on before redoing his belt.

Dean kissed Cas hungrily, before attempting to push him back into the sofa.

Cas remained standing, but Dean could feel his erection through his trousers. Dean smiled before unbuttoning Cas' trousers and removing his underwear. Dean was nervous. He had never given a blowjob before. He thought he should tell Cas, in case he disappointed him.

"Cas...I should probably tell you...I've never given a blowjob before."

Cas grinned.

"Dean- that's okay...I'll, guide you through it."

He placed a reassuring hand on Dean's shoulder before placing a tender kiss on his lips. Dean kneeled down in front of Cas, closing his mouth over him.

"Okay, so just start..."

Cas was cut off mid sentence- for someone who'd never given a blowjob before, Dean was sure as hell good at it.

"Ohhh..."

Cas moaned, as Dean sucked. He placed his hands on Dean's head, guiding him, pushing him closer. Dean rested his hands on Cas' hips pulling him closer. He tilted his head slightly and tried to swirl his tongue around Cas, much to Cas' delight. Cas moans grew louder.

"Oh...keep going..."

Cas moaned as Dean grew faster and more confident. Cas thrust into Dean as his tongue was at Cas' base. Cas groaned as he felt himself brush the back of Dean's throat.

"Oh...god!"

Cas moaned, moving his hips harder and faster.

"I'm close...I'm so close..."

Cas let out a low groan as he pushed Dean's head closer to him.

"OH...GOD...BABY!"

Cas came with a loud scream. His hands still remained on Dean's head as he continued sucking, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. Dean grinned as he pulled away.

"Not bad, right?"

Dean said, standing up, helping Cas put his underwear and trousers back on.

"Not bad? That was...amazing..."

Cas panted, taking a moment to catch his breath. He and Dean looked at each other sheepishly before leaving the break room.

Dean left the shop before giving Cas a quick kiss.

"Bye, I'll see you this Saturday

"This Saturday?"

"Our next date- I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock, be ready."

Cas smiled.

"I will."

He replied; this elicited another adorable boyish grin from Dean. Cas couldn't help but stare at his ass as he walked away- it wasn't fair, Why was he sexy leaving as well?

Cas pinched the bridge of his nose- he needed to think about the flowers. But how could he, knowing that Dean was just across the road.