Hello friends! hope you enjoyed your little break with Gabe and Jo. You might have noticed that I'm really trying to stress the emotional connection between Cass and Dean, because I think it is an important part of my story. These are two people who were lucky enough to meet their other half so young, so I'm trying to tap into that. That being said, they are still teen boys, so I will be trying to elevate the intensity in as natural a progression as I can. I am attempting to do this with delicate care. I want this story to be as realistic or at least as plausible as I possibly can.

Dean wasn't sure how long they sat there. But it was Cass who broke through the silence.

"We should get ready. Michael will want to leave within the hour."

"Ok."

"You should go jump in the shower."

Dean lets out a laugh and released Cass' hand.

"And the moment is ruined."

Dean got up from the bed.

"Wait, Dean, I didn't mean to—"

"No worries," Dean said turning quickly and blowing him a sarcastic kiss. Cass smiled.

"And brush your teeth."

"You are harsh, man. What have I done to deserve this treatment?" Dean said from the doorway.

Cass dramatically pointed at his nose, which had patches of different bruised color. Dean pouted.

"Come on Dean, get out of here. Go shower or Michael won't end up taking us!"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Pushy."

Dean went into the small bathroom and studied the shower faucet. How the heck did this thing work? It was always the most embarrassing thing if you couldn't figure out how to turn the water on in someone's bathroom. Why did they have to all be so different from one another? Eventually he figured out and the water began to pour out. He brushed his teeth while the water heats up.

Cass attempted to comb down his messy hair to no avail.

"Baby."

His mother's voice breaks through his concentration.

"Yeah, Mom? Are you okay?"

"Yes," she said, "Already tired. But I'll be fine."

"Did Anna put out your pills?"

"Yes."

Rebekah sits on the edge of his bed and pats next to her. Cass sits down.

"You're so good to me," she said. She brushes his attempted combed hair back into it's wild state.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you too my little angel."

They hear the shower go on.

"I like this Dean. He has a good heart," she said.

"Yeah, he does."

"I'm glad you're taking him there today. I bet he'll like it."

"I hope."

"I'm going to rest a bit in my room," she said.

"I'll be back later today."

"No rush. You two have fun."

Dean sang under his breath in the shower. He couldn't help it. He never would ever sing in front of any one, but in the shower he always belted – only if it was Sammy in the house though. He had enough dirt on his little brother to make any mention of his bathroom concerts a deathly mistake. But he remembered Cass' words and quickly got out of the shower and grabbed a couple towels that were laid out. Dean realized Cass had forgotten to let him grab the change of clothes. They were in the bedroom. Dean groaned and wrapped the towel around his body. Of course he forgot the clothes.

Dean left the bathroom and quickly walked to Cass' room. Cass was sitting on the bed flipping through one of his books from his desk. Dean closed the door behind him making Cass jump a little.

"I didn't hear you."

"Sorry, I left the change of clothes."

Dean pointed at the dark shirt.

"Right, you need some pants too." Cass began rummaging through his chest. "These are jeans I don't think I have or will ever wear."

"Thanks."

Cass turned back to the book and Dean turned and quickly got the pants on.

"Good?" Cass asked without looking over at him.

"Yeah, no wonder you never wore these. You would have been drowning in them," Dean said.

"Gift from Hannah and Gad. I think they thought was that I'd end up being as tall as Michael. I got more of my Dad's side. Gad and Michael are giants. Even Mom is pretty tall. Not me."

"You're a perfect height," Dean said. That made Cass turn to Dean. "Toss me the shirt?"

Cass threw the shirt over, but then quickly rose and came over to Dean. Dean suddenly became acutely aware of how he was shirtless and Cass was there. Did Cass know how this looked? He didn't seem to be affected by it, but then Cass was suddenly raising his hand and putting it on his bare shoulder.

"Your birthmark is very distinct."

Cass' hand was on his left shoulder where his skin held a unique mark.

"Mom and Dad always said it kind of looked like a turkey. I hated that joke."

"It kind of looks like someone grabbed you."

"Yeah, I guess. I can't really see it as well as other people."

"Its cool."

"Thanks."

Dean quickly put the shirt over his head. It was a bit long, but just feeling a little less exposed made his heart slow down to a normal pace.

"You look great." Cass motioned to Dean's body. He was pink in the cheeks. It was then that Dean realized that maybe Cass was as aware of how exposed Dean was as Dean had been.

"Cass." Dean really hated how easily he could get red in the face from what this blue-eyed boy would say.

"What?"

"You can't just say that."

Cass without hesitation said, "Balthazar told me I should be frank and honest about my feelings."

"Yeah, but." Dean laughed. "Never mind. Should we head out?"

"Yes, lets."

Cass took a hold of Dean's hand. Dean was about to protest, but then realized he had no need to hide amongst this family. He had no desire to hide with this one. He was really in deep.

Another chapter done! This day isn't over yet! This is a very important moment for the boys so I'm trying to take my time to really get this in my writing. As always, please review! I love reading recommendations and comments. They really help inspire me to keep writing, and were a leading reason I came back to finish this story for you.

Much love as always!

~IAmAPurpleLewie