Let me lay down a little knowledge for you: pronouns suck.

As you were.

Cas woke up the next morning and decided he was going to try to look less like a stuffy teacher and more like – "Charlie, would you stop singing Hot for Teacher?" – a less stuffy teacher.

He went with a vest this time and wore jeans instead of slacks. He traded in his Converse for a pair of shinny black shoes. "Well, well, well. If I didn't know any better, Cas, I would say you were trying to look nice for the uncle."

Cas grabbed his messenger bag off the kitchen table. "Can't a guy just look nice?"

"Not when you have this Winchester guy coming to your classroom."

Cas rolled his eyes. "I'm going to work."

"Have a good day, little brother."

"You, too, you old hag."

"Hey!"

Cas shut the front door and got in his car. He loved messing with Charlie about her age. She was two and a half years older than him and he never let her forget it. He was excited – even though he continued to remind himself that he shouldn't be – that he was going to get to see Dean again today. He really was acting like a twelve year old girl with a crush. He was surprised he didn't giggle at everything Dean said.

However, he was pretty upset when he saw Haley run into the classroom with her mother behind her. Cas tried not to look disappointed when Jess smiled at him. He forced a smile and a small wave. Jess kissed Haley goodbye and walked over to Cas. "So are you still able to bring the sound system over tonight?"

"Uh, yeah. Dean said he would come help me move it."

"Oh… did he? Well, that's great. I guess we'll see you tonight, then," she said with a big smile on her face.

Cas nodded. "Yeah," he lamely responded as he waved bye to her before she left. Cas mentally kept his fingers crossed all day, hoping against hope that when the last bell of the day rang, a leather jacket clad bowlegged man would walk through his classroom door. And at three o'clock when the bell rang, Cas swore he heard angels singing when Dean walked in.

"Hey, Twitterbug!"

"Dean!"

Cas smiled as Haley ran up to her uncle. It was like a replay of the first time he met Dean. Dean looked up at Cas and found the blue eyed man smiling at him. Cas stopped breathing for a second when Dean's smile grew. "Look at that. Now you look like a dapper librarian," Dean said, stopping his eye before he winked at him.

Cas chuckled at Dean. Dean set Haley down. "Finish packing up," he told her before walking over to Cas. "I'm going to take her to my mom's and then I'm going to head over to your place to get you."

"Sounds great."

There it was again. That silent moment where they just looked at one another… and again, Haley interrupted them. "Can I have some chicken nuggets?"

It took Dean a second to pull his eyes away from Cas' to look down at his niece. "Chicken nuggets? I think Nana has something cooked at the house."

"We're going to Nana's?"

"You are. Mr. Novak is helping with the wedding and I have to help him."

Haley gasped and looked at Cas. "Are you going to come to the wedding?! You can see me in my pretty dress! I look like an actual princess! Tell him, Dean."

"Actual princess, dude. It's crazy," Dean jokingly told Cas.

Cas chuckled. "If I can teach your uncle how to use the sound system, I won't have to be there. You'll have to bring me pictures."

"I don't know. I'm pretty slow when it comes to electronics," Dean told him, winking at him. He could've kicked himself. "You're just going to have to come and watch Haley be the best flower girl ever."

"Dean says I'm going to be awesome!" she told Cas.

Dean picked Haley up. "You're a Winchester, Haley. You're naturally awesome at everything."

Haley smiled brightly, proud of being a Winchester. Dean looked at Cas to find him biting his bottom lip, smiling happily at him and Haley. "So, I'll see you in a little bit?"

"Yeah," Cas said softly.

"Alright, Chicken Nugget. Let me call Nana and see what she's got going on in terms of food," he told Haley as he walked out of the room.

"If it's not chicken nuggets, I want no part of it."

"Is that so? I know she's got pie."

"Oh!"

"It's mine, sweetheart."

Cas chuckled at them. He flopped down in his chair and removed his glasses as he rubbed his forehead. He had to spend all evening with this man. How was he not just going to grab his face and kiss him? He was pretty positive there wasn't a power in the universe that could stop him. He just had to remind himself for the five billionth time that Dean was straight and that he was just being nice to Cas. He had to stop wishing for more. Fucking Dean Winchester…

^O^

Dean tried to listen to Haley on the way to his mother's house. She was rambling on and on about what all happened today. He usually paid attention to every single word, but he just couldn't stop thinking about Cas and his eyes. He had really pretty blue eyes… for a dude. And really nice smile, too… for a dude. Dean frowned and shook his head a little. Why in the hell was he even thinking about Cas? Or his attractive features… for a dude?

He pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on Haley, asking her questions and making comments about what all happened during recess. "I think Mr. Novak likes you," Haley randomly mentioned.

"You think – what? Mr. Novak – what?"

"I think he likes you. He never talks to any of the other grownups. He waves at them, but he never talks to them like he talks to you. He likes you."

"He talks to you."

"I'm a kid, Dean," Haley stated, rolling her eyes.

Sometimes she was too smart for her own good. "Well, he's helping out your cousin Jo. He wouldn't be talking to me if he wasn't."

"He told you to call him by his first name. No other grownups call him by his first name."

Dean looked sideways at his niece. "What are you playing at, Haley?"

"Nothing. I'm just telling you that I think he likes you," she told him, shrugging.

All the thoughts he had put to the back of his mind came rushing forward again. He quickly shut those thoughts up. He wasn't gay. Just because he watched gay porn every so often doesn't mean he's gay. It was just something different to get off to. It was just like when he watched lesbian porn… though, admittedly, he didn't watch that as much as – I'm not gay! he thought.

^O^

After dropping Haley off and snagging the last piece of lemon meringue pie from his mom, he headed over to Cas' place. He sat in the driveway for a second to collect himself. Cas wasn't gay. He wasn't gay. There was no gay. Cas was a friend, well he would be a friend by the time Dean was finished with him. That didn't sound right. Dean and Cas weren't gay. That's all that mattered.

He got out of his car and walked up to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited. He was about to ring it again when Cas opened the door. He had no idea what was going on, but Cas wasn't completely dressed. He wasn't sure where the vest and dress shirt went from earlier, but standing in front of him was Cas wearing a different button down that hadn't been buttoned yet and his jeans were sitting pretty low on his hips. Dean caught himself staring at what he could see of Cas' chest… and he licked his lips.

He quickly closed his eyes. Jesus, I'm gay… Dean thought.

He cleared his throat and looked up at Cas' face. Cas smiled at him. "Sorry, I spilled water all over the front of myself. I'll only be a second. Come on in."

"Thanks," he mumbled as he moved past Cas, who was holding the door open for him.

Cas shut the door and rushed past Dean and down a hallway. Dean walked into the house, looking around. He was looking at pictures on the wall when someone cleared their throat behind him. Dean spun around and found a red haired girl standing there.

"Hi," he said.

"You must be Dean."

"I am."

"I'm Charlie, Cas' sister," she said, introducing herself as she walked over to him. She stuck out her hand.

"Pleasure," Dean said, smiling kindly at her as he shook her hand. She looked like she was analyzing him.

"So, Dean, what do you do for a living?"

Or interrogating him. "I'm a firefighter."

"Oh? Sexy. You from Lawrence?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at her, trying to figure out what was going on. "Born and raised. I thought Cas moved here alone," Dean said, playing her game.

"He did. I've lived here for a few years. He's staying here while he looks for a place. Why a firefighter?"

"Childhood aspirations. What brought you here?"

"Significant other. You married?"

"No. You?"

"No, but I plan to ask my girlfriend the second Kansas joins the bandwagon."

Dean nodded, surprised Cas' sister was a lesbian. He wasn't expecting that. He wondered if homosexuality ran in the family. No, he didn't. He did not wonder that. Because he wasn't gay.

"Alri – I see you've met my sister," Cas said with an annoyed sigh.

"I did," Dean said, keeping his eye on Charlie.

She smirked at him. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Dean. You'll bring my brother home at a decent time, won't you? It's a school night…" Charlie said, fixing Dean with a glare.

"I will," Dean said slowly.

"Okay," Cas said clapping his hands. "I've already got the sound system loaded in the car. Lead the way."

Dean finally got a good look at Cas. The button down he was wearing when he answered the door was buttoned and tucked into his jeans and he hand on a black sports coat over it. Dean liked Cas' style. "Right," he said, clearing his throat again and heading for the door.

Cas glared at Charlie before following Dean out the door. He hated his sister sometimes. However, the second he laid eyes on Dean's car, he forgot he even had a sister. "That's your car?"

Dean looked slightly offended. "Yeah…" until he saw Cas' shocked expression turn into a grin.

"She's beautiful."

Dean stood up a littler straighter. "Thank you," he told him. "I rebuilt her myself."

Cas smirked at Dean. "You work on cars?"

Dean shrugged. "In my spare time. My dad's a mechanic and I worked with him before I became a firefighter."

It wasn't that Dean became more attractive after saying that – because let's be honest here, it was impossible for Dean to become more attractive – but it did help him from ever losing said attractiveness. Cas was pretty sure Dean could push an old lady down a flight of stairs and kick a puppy and he would still want to have sex with Dean.

"Then I think I finally found someone that will appreciate my car," Cas told him as he walked over to the garage door and lifted it up. Dean smiled at the dark blue 1969 Dodge Challenger sitting in Cas' garage.

"Now that's a fine car," Dean told him.

"Thanks. Does your dad have a shop around here? I need to get the oil changed. I usually do it myself but my ramps got stolen."

"I've got some," Dean found himself saying before he had a moment to think about it. "You could come over to the house and change it," he kept going.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he told him, driving it home.

"Thanks," Cas said, smiling at Dean.

They stared at one another again, looking into each other's eyes. A loud crashing noise brought them out of the gaze. They both looked to see a stray cat, running from where it had knocked over the garbage across the street. Dean cleared his throat again. He needed some water. "So, church?"

"Yeah, church," Cas agreed. "I'll follow you."

Dean nodded and hurried to his car. It was safe in his car. Cas wasn't in his car. Cas would be following his car, but he wasn't in his car and that's what made his car safe: no Cas. Dean took a deep breathing, breathing out slowly as he suppressed his thoughts about Cas' eyes. He cranked up his car and pulled out, dodging the trash in the street as he headed towards the church, keeping an eye on the dark blue car behind him.

^O^

When they got to the church, everyone was already there. They greeted and thanked Cas for helping them out. Cas felt very welcome at the rehearsal. He was certain that he'd be standing there like a bump on a log, but everyone was excited to meet Cas for some reason. Everyone wanted to know where he'd moved from and what brought him to Lawrence and when he answered, Jo and Benny replied with wanting to visit Illinois, albeit for Chicago and not Pontiac, but still wanting to visit Illinois. They also thought it was sweet that he moved to be closer to his sister, who had moved to be closer to her girlfriend.

Dean watched, smiling at how easily everyone interacted with Cas. However, the entire conversation with Cas was interrupted when Haley walked out of the church. "Dean!" she hollered at her uncle.

Dean turned to the church and saw his niece standing there with a box of nuggets. "What?"

"I got you an apple pie from Burger King!"

Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder. "You got a great kid, Sammy," he told his brother before jogging towards the entrance. "Is it still warm?"

"No, but there's a microwave in the kitchen. Come on, I'll show you. Want a nugget?"

"Of course!" Dean said, snatching one out of the box as they walked inside.

Benny threw his arm around Cas' shoulders. "Let's get the sound system hooked up."

"You guys do that, we're going to go get set up to start rehearsal," Jo announced.

As everyone dispersed, Jess and Sam hung back. "Are you sure this is going to work?" Sam whispered to his wife.

"I'm telling you, babe. Cas is gay."

"He looks about as gay as Dean and Dean doesn't look gay, either."

"Sweetie, leave this up to Benny and me. You'll see."

Sam sighed, shaking his head at his wife and her match making. "I just hope this doesn't back fire…"

"You don't worry about that. You just worry about planning that cruise when I win."

Sam smiled at his wife as she walked away. He smacked her ass playfully before she got out of reach. He didn't know what his wife saw in his brother – or Cas, for that matter – that told her he was gay. But Jess thought they would be cute together. And when Benny told him that Dean was inviting Cas to the bachelor party, he had to wonder about his wife's so-called gaydar. Sam decided he was going to keep an eye on his brother and Cas for the rest of the night.

Once the system was in place, Cas started working on hooking it up. Dean walked over and squatted beside him. "So how does this thing work?"

"You sure you can understand what I'm about to tell you?" Dean shook his head. "Magic," Cas told him.

Dean nodded. "Figured. I'm a muggle, though, so I can't help."

"Actually, you can. I'm going to play and if it's too loud, turn the volume down."

"Which one is that?"

"The one labeled volume," Cas told him as he walked around to the front of the piano.

"Ah, I see. This shit is hard, man."

Cas laughed at Dean as he took a seat at the piano. He started playing some classical piece that Dean didn't know, but it sounded amazing. Dean remembered what he was supposed to be doing and turned up the volume. He looked up at front of the church to see Benny motioning for him to turn it up. Dean turned it up until Benny motioned for him to stop.

Cas stopped playing and looked at Dean. "And there you go."

"So, why do you have this sound system anyway?"

"I play the piano. Mine is in storage for now. It's usually hooked up to the system and I record myself."

"Wow," Dean said, impressed. "Can you teach me to play? I've always wanted to learn," Dean said as he walked around the piano to sit with Cas on the bench.

Cas noticed how their shoulders were touching, but he ignored it. The seat was small. "I can't just teach you how to play," Cas said, scoffing. "It takes a while to learn it."

Dean pressed a couple of keys. He was going to tell Cas that he had the time if Cas did, but Benny hollered for Dean. "Hey, Dean. Come on, brother. It's time to walk."

"Where's Jess?"

"Haley needed her, use Cas," Benny told him.

Dean narrowed his eyes at Benny. He looked at Cas. "Want to be my bridesmaid?"

Cas chuckled. "I thought you'd never ask."

Dean smiled at him before getting up. Everyone lined up outside of the entrance into the main hall. Sam started loudly humming the wedding march and everyone started walking. "Where do I go?" Cas whispered to Dean halfway down the aisle.

"Follow Pamela."

Cas nodded. Dean pushed him in the direction he was supposed to go once they were at the end of the aisle. Once he was in position beside Benny, he smacked Benny on the back of the head. Benny turned around and smirked at him as Dean rolled his eyes. Benny did that on purpose and Dean knew he did.

Dean leaned into Benny, whispering beside his ear. "Would you knock it off? No one is gay around here."

Benny chuckled. "You sure about that?" he whispered back.

Benny moved away from Dean as Jo and Ellen started walking down the aisle. Dean looked up at Cas to find Cas looking at him. Was Cas gay? He did have a pretty decent clothing style. Very season-one Rupert Giles, but younger. He played piano. His sister was a lesbian. Maybe it did run in the family?

But dear God, what did it matter? He wasn't gay. He might've been gay for like five seconds earlier, but he wasn't gay. Dean liked girls. Take Pamela for instance. He'd totally bang Pamela if she weren't engaged to Ash. Just because he wasn't dating a girl or sleeping with one regularly didn't mean he was gay. That's when gay porn decided to run through his mind, but all of the faces were his and Cas'.

Cas gave Dean a small grin. Shit, Dean thought. He was cute. Dean thought Cas was cute. This never happened to Dean before. He never thought guys were cute. He was never attracted to a guy. Was he attracted Cas? He could say Benny was cute. Benny was cute, but Dean didn't like Benny's smile the way he liked Cas' smile. So then he was attracted to Cas. He was, wasn't he? Shit.

Oh Dean. Oh, sweet, sweet Dean. Just embrace it, sweetie. Let it go. Be free. Have sex with Cas.

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