... let us continue.

Dean looked at the food on the stove. He was pretty sure trying to eat any of what he'd tried to cook for dinner would become a health hazard. He didn't want to follow up the amazing experience he shared with Cas by giving him food poisoning. He grabbed the trash can out from under the counter and started scrapping the food – if you could call it that anymore – into the can. He set the dishes in the sink, running hot water into them to let them soak.

Cas walked in to see a shirtless Dean standing in front of the sink. He borrowed some of Dean's clothes to hang out in. Dean had already told him that he wasn't letting Cas leave until morning and as good as he looked in his stuffy teacher outfit, Dean wanted Cas to be comfortable. Cas walked up behind Dean and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"Did I ruin dinner?"

"Absolutely not," Dean told him as he turned off the faucet and turned around to face him.

Cas smiled at him, leaning forward to pepper kisses along his neck. The fun they had on the couch didn't stop once they got in the shower. Needless to say, the hot water wasn't the only thing steaming up the bathroom mirror. Dean pushed Cas back so he could kiss Cas on the lips. Cas smiled into the kiss, causing Dean to pull back and look at him. "What?" Dean asked softly.

"It's just nice not being interrupted," he answered as he opened his eyes to look at Dean.

"Don't jinx us. I don't want whatever power in the universe that has been a cockblock to overhear you and realize we're alone."

Cas chuckled. "So what are we going to do for dinner?"

"Well, there's pizza… or Chinese."

"Let's go with pizza."

"Pizza it is," he said as he gently pushed Cas away. He grabbed his phone off the counter and called the pizza place.

"You have them saved in your phone?"

"Haley really likes pizza."

"I figured you would make it from scratch."

"I would but then she wouldn't get to call them, and I think she enjoys getting someone to bring her pizza more than actually eating the pizza."

After Dean ordered the pizza, he and Cas got back on the couch. Cas sat with his legs over Dean's lap, but Dean leaned towards Cas, trying to get closer to him. "So, what are your plans for the weekend?"

"Are you off?"

Dean nodded. "I am. I work from Sunday to Thursday. I was just off last Sunday for the wedding."

"That's a nice schedule. Who did you have to sleep with to get that schedule?"

Dean chuckled. "No one, actually. I've just been working there for almost ten years."

"Have you ever been hurt?" Cas asked as he started absent mindedly rubbing his fingers up and down Dean's arm.

"I broke my arm a few years ago. A lady said her daughter didn't make it out of the house, so a few of us ran back in to look for her. The ceiling collapsed as we were running up the stairs and it knocked me down. I fell down the stairs. I broke my arm, got a concussion."

"Did they find the girl?"

"She wasn't there. She snuck out earlier that night to go to some party or something."

"Oh wow…"

Dean nodded. "That's the worst though. I've been really lucky." Cas frowned, thinking what would happen if Dean's luck ran out. "What?"

Cas shook his head, taking a deep breath and plastering a fake grin on his face. "Nothing."

Dean narrowed his eyes at him, skeptical of his quick response. "You aren't worrying, are you?"

Cas sighed. "A little."

Dean grabbed Cas' hand and laced his fingers though his. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm always careful."

Cas gave him a genuine smile this time as he nodded. "Okay. I won't worry."

Dean leaned forward more and kissed him. He knew he was lying. Everyone worried. His mother hated his job and demanded that she get a phone call every Thursday morning. His father just didn't think about it. He never asked him how work was going or anything. It was like Dean didn't even have a job as far as he was concerned. They were both proud of him for being so brave to risk his life for people, but they dreaded getting a phone call in the middle of the night telling them Dean had been hurt. So, Dean knew Cas was lying.

He pulled out of the kiss and rested his head on Cas' chest. "Did you ever finish that Sudoku puzzle?"

Dean chuckled. "No. I gave up on that shit. You seriously like doing those things?"

"I do."

"You are such a nerd."

Cas laughed. "It's the glasses. They do it to me."

"I like your glasses," Dean admitted.

"Really? Everyone tells me I should get contacts."

Dean shook his head. "No, don't. As pretty as your eyes are without them, I like how you look with them," Dean said before he looked up at him. "It gives you that whole hot teacher vibe."

Cas rolled his eyes. "Please don't start singing Hot for Teacher."

Dean scoffed. "Not out loud…" Cas laughed at him. Dean laid his head back on Cas' chest. Cas started running his fingers though Dean's hair. Dean pressed his face against Cas' chest. "Why are you even wearing a shirt?"

"I would like to spend some time with you without one of us being attached to the other's dick. I figured this might quell any temptation you had."

Dean scoffed again, sitting up to look at Cas. "I've seen you naked, Cas. You could stand in front of me in a parka and I would only see you naked."

"So then I don't need the shirt?"

"Or the pants…"

Cas chuckled. "I'll make you a compromise. I'll lose the shirt."

Dean nodded, smiling deviously. "That's an awesome compromise."

Cas sat up, taking off the shirt and tossing it to the end of the couch as he laid back. Dean bit his bottom lip as he ran his hand over Cas' chest. He dipped his head, pressing kisses all over Cas' chest, paying a little extra attention to Cas' nipples. Cas closed his eyes, enjoying Dean's attention. Before Cas could even realize what was happening, Dean was on top of him.

"I should've known better than to compromise," Cas said as Dean was kissing on his neck.

"Resistance is futile," Dean mumbled against his collarbone.

Cas smiled at the reference. "Talk geeky to me, Dean."

Dean chuckled as he continued to kiss Cas, rolling his hips against him. Cas ran his hand down Dean's back, under his pajama pants, and grabbed his ass, using the leverage to push himself against Dean. Before anything could really pick up, someone knocked at the door.

"You fucking jinxed us, Cas," Dean accused as he got off of Cas.

Cas laughed out loud. "You're the one that ordered pizza."

"Still jinxed us," he said as he tried to situate his growing cock.

"Need some help, Dean?" Cas asked innocently from where he continued to lay on the couch.

Dean narrowed his eyes at the man before grabbing the shirt off the couch and putting it on, pulling it down to help hid the protruding front of his pants. Cas smiled brightly at Dean before he turned to go to the door.

^O^

Cas smiled against his pillow. Instead of waking up to the smell of breakfast like the last time he was at Dean's, he woke up to kisses being pressed against his shoulders. After dinner, they watched crappy horror movies and made out all night, with the occasional hand job. Once Cas started yawning, Dean cut off the movie and demanded Cas go to bed so he wouldn't be tired in the morning. Cas curled up on Dean's chest and promptly passed out after telling him to make sure he didn't over sleep.

Cas rolled over and smiled at Dean's bed head. It was in a messy fauxhawk. "How can you wake up looking good?"

Dean shrugged. "It's a gift," he said in a voice raspy with sleep.

"Is it time to get up?" Cas asked as he let his eyes close.

"It is."

Cas groaned unhappily. Dean pressed a couple of kisses to his neck and shoulder. "If you get up, I'll make you breakfast."

"Pancakes?"

"I'll make you pancakes."

"And bacon?"

"And bacon."

"Can I have eggs, too?"

"You can have eggs, too."

"Will there be coffee?"

"Of course."

Cas smiled. "You're the best, Dean," he said as he opened his eyes.

Dean smiled down at him, running his hand over Cas' chest. "I know," he told him with a wink.

Cas chuckled and watched Dean get out of bed. Dean walked over to the dresser in all his wondrous naked glory and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs out of the drawer. Cas grinned as he watched Dean put them on. Dean deserved something nice for getting up this early on his day off and cooking Cas breakfast.

"Dean, wait," Cas called out as he sat on the side of the bed facing Dean.

"Yes, dear?" Dean asked as he walked back over to Cas. As soon as he was in arms' reach, Cas grabbed his hips and pulled Dean to stand between his legs.

"You really are the best, Dean," Cas said as he pulled Dean's underwear down slowly. "You didn't have to get up to make me breakfast," he said as he pressed a kiss right above Dean's dick.

Dean ran his hands through Cas' hair. Cas thought Dean looked good when he woke up, but Cas gave him a run for his money. "You know I don't mind, Cas."

Cas finally pulled his underwear down far enough for his cock to pop out. Cas pressed his face against Dean. "That's what makes you the best."

Dean didn't have a chance to respond before Cas swallowed him down. "Fuck," he hissed.

Cas looked up at him with his big blue eyes, making Dean bite his lip. It was such a beautiful sight to look down and see Cas sucking his dick. Dean left one hand in Cas' hair and let his other hand travel, rubbing his back and chest, tweeking his nipple. He tried to reach down to grab Cas, but Cas pushed his hand away. He pulled back and looked up at Dean. "This is for you, Dean."

Dean stopped Cas from putting his dick back in his mouth. "Wait, Cas you don't owe me anything for cooking you breakfast," Dean said as he pulled Cas up on his feet. He paused a minute to enjoy the way his dick rubbed against Cas', sighing shakily at the sensation. "I'm cooking you breakfast because I care about you. It's what I do. I take care of the people that mean a lot to me. I don't want a blowjob as a reward," he told him. "I want it because you want to do it."

Cas reached down and pushed Dean's underwear down until they were puddled around his feet. He got on the bed, pulling Dean to get in bed with him. Cas kissed him slowly, sucking on his plump bottom lip as he pulled away from him. "Then breakfast can wait," Cas told him as he pushed Dean onto his back.

Cas straddled Dean's lap, grabbing his dick and rubbing it against his. Dean sat up and pulled Cas down to kiss him as Cas continued to jerk them off together. Dean ran his hands down Cas' back, grabbing two handfuls of his ass and squeezing tight. Cas moaned into the kiss as Dean ran his finger over his hole. Dean wanted to fuck Cas so bad, but he didn't bring it up. Cas said he wanted to take things slow and they had just started fooling around last night. He didn't want to push the subject, but that didn't mean he didn't want it any less.

Dean moved his kisses down Cas' neck to his chest. He was so close. He started imaging what it would feel like to fuck Cas as he kept teasing Cas' hole. Cas reached behind him and made Dean's finger press against him harder. That's all it took for Cas. He came all over his and Dean's dicks. Dean pulled Cas against him as he fell back, planting his feet on the bed so he could buck his hips against Cas, sliding his dick against Cas'. Cas moaned against Dean's ear, enjoying the friction against his sensitive cock.

The moaning in his ear sent Dean over the edge. His arms tightened around Cas as he came, grunting softly against Cas' temple. Dean could feel the smile on Cas' lips against his neck. He ran his hand up Cas' back until it was buried in the back of his hair. He pulled Cas' head back so he could kiss him. Cas returned the kiss with enthusiasm, rocking his hips back and forth slowly. Cas pulled out of the kiss and rested his forehead against Dean's. "I never wanted you to think it was a reward, Dean. I just wanted to do something nice for you, too."

Dean cupped Cas' jaw, kissing him one more time. "I get the satisfaction of making you happy."

Cas chuckled softly. "You are so corny sometimes," he told him before kissing him. "Promise me that will never change."

Dean smiled at him. "I promise."

"Good," Cas said as he sat up and looked down at the mess between them. "We need to get cleaned up."

"What in the hell happened to your hip?" Dean asked as he looked at the bruised flesh.

Cas grabbed Dean's hand and pressed the tip of his thumb against the top bruise and the heel of his hand on the bottom bruise. "You."

Dean moved his hand, running it gently over Cas' hip. "I'm sorry, Cas."

Cas shook his head. "No need to be sorry. You didn't mean to. And actually, it's kind of hot."

Dean smirked up at him. "It is, isn't it?"

Cas smiled at him, kissing him, pushing him back down onto his back. "What time is it?" Cas asked as he pulled back, wondering if they had any more time to fool around.

"Are you going to have time for breakfast?" Dean asked as he looked over at the clock.

Cas sighed, realizing they didn't have the time. "Well, if you have some clothes I can wear, then I won't have to go home and I'll have time."

Dean nodded. "I guess the one thing they never talk about when dating someone of the same sex is how convenient it is to borrow clothes."

Cas chuckled. "Charlie said something scarily similar yesterday morning."

"Smart girl, that sister of yours." Dean smacked Cas' ass. "Let's get up. I don't want you to be late."

^O^

Dean was out of the shower first. He rushed through so he could make sure Cas was fed before work. He only stopped when getting out to give Cas a few kisses before exiting. Dean had a hard enough time keeping his lips to himself when Cas was around. The problem only grew once Cas got naked.

When Cas walked into the kitchen wearing one of Dean's button down shirts, Dean smirked at him. "It's a little big, but it'll work," he said, kissing his freshly shaved jaw.

Cas chuckled as he ran his hands down the front of his – Dean's – shirt. "I guess it's only convenient when you're the same size."

Dean motioned behind him. "I made you some coffee. Breakfast is almost done, just waiting on the bacon."

"So you like cooking?"

"Love it. My grams taught me how. I was living on my own and I was tired of eating frozen TV dinners, so I asked her to teach me to cook. My granddad told me I just needed to hurry up and settle down, but I didn't want to marry someone based on their cooking skills, ya know? What if I found someone that sucked at cooking? We'd both starve!"

Cas chuckled. "Now would be the time to tell you I can't cook."

"See? We'd be eating take out every night for the rest of our lives and that shit gets expensive."

Cas smiled at Dean's naked back. He wondered if the man standing in front of him realized what he just said or if he even really meant anything by it. Cas was waiting for the other shoe to drop. So far, for a guy who had never been with another guy, Dean was taking this gay thing rather well. Cas had been in this boat before and usually by now the guy had freaked out at least once, but not Dean. Dean couldn't get enough of Cas and Cas was the one trying not to freak out.

"And breakfast is served," Dean declared as he set a big plate full of food in front of Cas.

"Wow."

"You're welcome." Dean nodded proudly.

Cas smiled at Dean before tucking into his breakfast. He was going to be so lazy after eating this. It's a good thing the shirt was a little big on him because he was pretty sure his stomach was going to stick out from all the food he was about to eat.

"So what are you doing tonight?" Dean asked Cas. "We were having this conversation last night before I started talking about work."

"Charlie and Gilda had said something about going to see another movie. Maybe we could double date?"

Dean nodded as he fixed himself a plate. "Sounds fun. Your sister is kind of…"

"Intense?"

"A little bit, yeah."

Cas chuckled. "That's just Charlie. She's an overbearing, overprotective older sister. You get used to it."

Once Cas was finished with breakfast, he took a few minutes to finish Dean's Sudoku puzzle as Dean cleaned up the kitchen. Once they were finished, Dean walked him to his car. Before Dean opened up the garage door for him, he trapped against his car door and kissed him. "Call me later. I'll be over at my parents. Dad needs help cleaning out the gutters."

"You're such a good son."

Dean shrugged. "It can't be helped," he said, before taking a deep breath and looking into Cas' eyes. "I'm going to tell them," he said.

"Tell them?"

"About me, about us."

"Are you sure?"

Dean nodded. "They're going to know something's up when I get over there. My mom has a sixth sense about these kinds of things."

"About what kinds of things?" Cas asked, wondering where Dean was going with this. There was no way Dean was ready for him to meet his parents, right? That was a big step in a relationship.

Dean hesitated. "Relationships and stuff," he said vaguely. Dean didn't want to scare Cas away with how much he liked him. When he woke Cas up this morning, he thought about that being his life: waking up to Cas every morning. It might have been premature thinking, but damn if he didn't love the idea of Cas being there for the rest of their lives. He slipped up earlier when Cas admitted he couldn't cook. Thankfully, Cas didn't notice – or at least didn't say anything.

"Good luck," Cas said. He wished there was something better to say. He gave him a slow, sweet kiss. "I'll call you after I get off work."

Dean nodded. He opened Cas' door for him and closed it once he was in the car. Dean opened the garage door and watched as Cas left, waving goodbye to him once Cas was on the street. Dean stood there for a second, shaking his head. He was in far too deep and he realized he didn't know how to fucking swim.

Who thinks Mary and John are going to be accepting of Dean's new found homosexuality?

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