You guys best get some water and snacks. You gon' be here awhile. This chapter is 6k+ long because there wasn't a good place to stop really. So... you're welcome. ;)

It was Saturday night and Dean and Cas were lying in bed. They were both really tired from the day's activities. Sam called them Saturday morning inviting them out to the lake. Everyone wanted to spend the day on the lake having fun and cooking out, enjoying a nice sunny day on the water. They jumped at the offer and spent the day having a blast with friends and family. Once the sun started to set, Dean and Cas decided to head home. They wanted some alone time before Dean had to go back to work. Dean cooked them something to eat and after dinner they put on a movie that was ignored for making out, which turned into a little something more.

"Are you still awake?" Dean asked the man that was lying on his chest.

"Mmhmm." Cas was almost asleep.

"Are you sure this Career Day thing is a good idea?"

Cas frowned. He didn't want such serious questions minutes before he was about to fall asleep. Dean was really killing his drowsiness. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't it?"

"Well, I mean, I know a lot of the teachers have been supportive and everything, but me being there isn't going to cause any problems, right? Naomi said to play it by the book. I don't think having me there is playing it by the book."

"I don't see why not," Cas said softly. "When Mrs. Masters had career day for her class, her husband came."

"Cas," Dean said softly, and in a tone that caused Cas to look up at him. "We're a little different."

Cas sighed. "You remember the night of the bachelor party?" Dean nodded. "I'd talked myself out of liking you because I thought you were straight but I came anyway because I wanted to be your friend. You would be coming to Career Day regardless, Dean. Albeit, I probably would've asked you to do it before I signed you up, but I don't see why it matters that we're seeing one another."

Dean smirked at him. "So, as my boyfriend, you just take certain liberties?"

Cas smiled sweetly. "Obviously."

Dean shook his head as he ran his hands through Cas' hair. He had to bite his tongue. He almost said three little words, of which he was too tired to handle the repercussions. Instead, he leaned up to kiss the man. Cas hummed softly, happily during the kiss. He had the perfect idea. He pulled out of the kiss to tell Dean. "You should wear your suit."

Dean frowned and shook his head. "No way. That suit is heavy and it smells funny. The less I have to wear it the better. I will wear what I wear under the suit though," Dean told him.

Cas snaked his hand down Dean's torso until his hand was under the blanket. He wrapped his hand around Dean's cock and smirked. "What do you wear under the suit?"

Dean groaned, rolling over and pulling Cas against him. "Have you not come enough tonight?" he asked as he started kissing Cas' neck.

Cas moaned softly. "I haven't but I'm too tired. I thought I had the energy," Cas said, suddenly realizing the effort he was about to have to put forth. Had he not ran around the lake today having a Nerf gun war with Benny, Sam, and Dean, he could probably go again.

Dean chuckled against his neck, pulling back to look at him. "Let's go to sleep, Cas."

Cas kissed Dean before rolling over so his back was against Dean's chest. Cas felt Dean's almost erect penis against his bare ass and he smiled as he wiggled ass against it. "It sure doesn't take much to get you going."

Dean pulled Cas tighter against him. "It just doesn't take you much to get me going."

Cas smiled against Dean's arm. "Good night, Dean."

"'night, babe," Dean mumbled against the back of Cas' neck.

^O^

Cas was excited. So far the kids had been really into Career Day. They were asking all kinds of questions and they seemed to be having fun. However, it didn't really ebb the feeling of nervousness he had in the pit of his stomach. Whenever Dean had asked him if he thought it was a good idea for him to be there, Cas honestly felt like there should be no problem, but the closer it go to the event in question, the more Cas worried.

Dean ended up getting there early. The turmoil that was running through Cas' mind stopped in its tracks when it saw Dean Winchester walk into the class room. Cas didn't expect the clothes Dean wore under his uniform to fit so… perfectly. The shirt was just the right amount of too tight and the pants hugged him in all the right places. Cas couldn't wait for him to leave just so he could watch him walk out. Cas gulped. Dean looked fucking hot.

When Dean walked in, Haley spotted him. He tried to sneak in unnoticed, but he should've known his niece's radar would go off. She waved at him spastically. He smiled at her and waved back in a calmer manner as he made his way over to Cas. He kept his distance from his boyfriend, which made him want to stand ever the more closer, but he knew the rules and this was the last place he wanted to break them.

"You're here early," Cas whispered.

Dean shrugged. "I got bored waiting around," he whispered back.

"So is this what you wear when you rescue tree bound felines?"

Dean looked down at his outfit before looking back up to see Cas biting his lip. Dean smirked and winked at him before paying attention to the Radio DJ that was answering all the kids' questions. Soon his twenty minutes were up and he told the kids to, "Keep on rockin', kiddies!"

Dean closed his eyes and shook his head, trying not to laugh at the man. Cas escorted him out and talked to the kids for a minute about what they'd learned. Then, eleven o'clock rolled around and Cas moved onto the next guest. "Alright, so I remember a few of you getting really excited when I told you a firefighter was coming to talk to you guys." The kids cheered and Cas motioned for Dean to join him at the front of the class. Cas laid his hand on Dean's back. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Dean Winchester. He's a firefighter here in Lawrence. Everyone say hi to Mr. Winchester."

The entire class greeted Mr. Winchester in a rather loud unison, except for Haley, who greeted him as Uncle Dean. Dean chuckled at her. "You guys can just call me Dean," he told the class.

"You have twenty minutes to ask Dean as many questions as you can think of. Remember to be nice and respectful," Cas told them as he moved away from Dean, going back to his spot in the back of the class.

Dean took a seat on the stool. "Okay, who's got a question?" A couple of hands go up and he picks one of the little boys sitting up front. "What's your question, Scooby Doo?" he asked the little boy with the Scooby Doo shirt on.

The little boy smiled. "What made you want to be a firefighter?"

"When I was a little kid, my house burned down. We woke up and the house was… just… in flames! My mom went to get my little brother out of his crib and got stuck in his nursery. The fire department came and rescued them. After that, I always wanted to be a firefighter. Had it not been for the Lawrence Fire Department, I wouldn't have my mom and baby brother."

"Nana and Daddy almost died?!"

Dean flinched. He didn't realize that might not have been the best story to tell with Haley sitting in the same room. "It was a long time ago, Twitterbug. Calm down."

Cas had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He hid his smile behind his hand, hoping Dean didn't see him.

Dean quickly moved on with the questions. "What's your question, Pig Tails?" he asked the little girl in the back.

"Where's your fireman suit?"

Dean smirked, remembering Cas' request. "It's back at the station. When I'm not working, the station has the suits cleaned."

He pointed to a kid next to the girl in pig tails as he asked Cas. "Why didn't you give them name tags, Cas?"

"I didn't even think about it," Cas admitted. Dean was the first person to complain about it, actually.

"What's your question?"

"Have you ever drove the truck?!" he asked, way too excited for his own good.

"Not during an emergency. I took the truck to go get it worked on once. The chief is usually the driver."

He pointed to a little boy sitting up front. "How long have you been a firefighter?"

"Going on ten years."

"That's longer than I've been alive!" the same kid exclaimed.

Dean chuckled as he moved on, pointing to a girl sitting beside Haley. "Have you ever been hurt?"

Dean told her about the time he broke his arm and hurt his head. Thankfully, Haley didn't freak out at that story. The kids kept on firing off questions left and right. They all seemed pretty interested in what Dean did for a living. When Cas called time, Dean looked up and saw a lady in a pantsuit standing in the door with a smile on her face. Cas walked over to Dean with his hands in his pockets. "Alright, class. Everyone thank Dean for answering all your questions."

Everyone thanked Dean in unison as Dean got off the stool. "I had fun, everyone. Maybe one day you guys can take a field trip to the fire station and I can show you around." The class cheered as Dean looked over at Cas to see him shaking his head and giving him his usual bitchface. Dean smirked. "Maybe you guys can talk him into it, eh?"

"Dean's time is up. Everyone say bye."

Everyone told him 'bye' except Haley, who quickly got out of her chair and ran for him, giving him a hug. "Love you," she said quickly before returning to her seat.

"Love you, too, Twitterbug."

He winked at Cas before making his way to the door, waving at everyone as he went. The lady standing in the door moved into the hall as he walked out the door. "You must be Mr. Winchester," she said as she walked with him down the hall.

Dean stopped, smiling at the lady, trying to figure out who she was. He wondered if this was the Music Teacher Bitch. "I am…" he said cautiously.

She stuck out her hand. "I'm Naomi McLeod, the principal."

Dean's eyes got a little wider. This was his boyfriend's boss. He shook her hand. "Oh, hi. Hello," he stumbled over his greeting as he shook her hand.

"The kids seemed really enraptured by your job."

"It's the fire. It's bright and dangerous. You know kids," he said, shrugging and laughing softly at his own joke.

Naomi smiled at him. The only reason she came to the class was because Anna had walked by the room on her way to her own class room and saw him sitting there. She came and demanded that someone supervise the children while those 'sinners' were in the same room with all those children and that the school board would be hearing about this as well. So far, if the school board had heard about any of it, they didn't give a fuck.

"I do," she said, as she motioned for them to continue to walk down the hall. "I didn't want to alarm Castiel, but Anna spotted you," she told him, keeping her eyes straight ahead as she walked. "She asked that I supervise the two of you."

"Supervise us? Why?"

"God only knows," she said, shrugging. "I did so only to bear witness… should she decide to start playing dirty."

Dean frowned. "You mean lie about us? She hates Cas that much?" Dean asked in honest shock.

"If I were Castiel, I'd rather have all my bases covered," she told him as they came to a stop in front of the offices. "Thank you for coming to speak with the children, Mr. Winchester. Maybe they'll get to go on that fieldtrip after all."

Dean smiled at her as she bowed her head slightly before walking into the office. Dean liked Naomi. Anyone that had Cas' back was a winner in his book.

^O^

During lunch, Cas stayed in his office. He was trying to get his thoughts straight. He felt this weird feeling as he watched Dean interact with the children. He joked with them and spoke to them like adults. He knew Dean liked kids just by watching him interact with his niece, but there was something about today that just made Cas… it just made him… love Dean. He loved Dean Winchester.

And that scared the hell out of him.

Three weeks. They'd been together for three weeks. Not even three weeks. Saturday would make three weeks and here he was two weeks and five days into this relationship and he was in love with him. Maybe he didn't love him. Maybe he just really cared for Dean. He couldn't be in actual love, right? This wasn't the movies, or some half-assed attempt at a romance novel. That was too soon. This was too soon.

Cas took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to rush things, but this was so far beyond rushing things that they looked like they'd been dragged down a dirt road by the speed of light. Today was just a really good day and everything went really well and Dean just looked super hot in those pants. It was just a combination of all of it. That's all.

Cas pushed it to the back of his mind and went about the rest of his day. When Cas got off work, he had to go back to Charlie and Gilda's to get his bag that he forgot to bring with him that morning. He was – of course – staying at Dean's house again this weekend and he was going to need things to wear. When he got to Dean's house, he pulled his car into the garage like usual, parking beside Dean's Impala. Cas always smiled over at the old black beauty sitting there beside his baby. They looked good together.

Cas opened the back door and found a shirtless Dean standing in the kitchen making dinner. His breath caught in his throat and all those thoughts he'd pushed to the back of his mind were right there smacking him in the face. This was it. This was his life. This was the rest of his life. He felt his stomach flip. He was in love with Dean Winchester.

Dean looked over at Cas as he walked into the kitchen. "Hey, ba – are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost…" Dean asked him, worried about how shocked Cas looked.

Cas cleared his throat. If this was it, if this was what he was meant to have, what he was meant to come home to for the rest of his life, he'd take it. He shut the door and tossed his bag beside the island. "No, I'm fine," he told him as he walked up behind Dean and wrapped his arms around his waist. "What's for dinner?" he asked him as he pressed a couple of kisses to his shoulder.

"You sure?" Dean asked, looking back at Cas, still a little skeptical of Cas' quick mood change.

"Perfect," Cas told him as he pressed his face against the back of his neck.

Dean pulled Cas' arms a little tighter around him. "I was flipping through the channels this morning while I was waiting for the Career Day thing, and I saw this show making this pasta thing. So, that's what we're having. This pasta thing I saw on the Food Network.

Cas chuckled. "I'm sure it's going to be delicious."

"I'm not saying that this is going to rock your world, Cas, but it's going to rock your world."

Cas shook his head, chuckling at Dean. Yeah, he would happily take this.

^O^

Whenever Cas got to Dean's house after work Friday, he walked in on Dean having a phone conversation. "Speak of the devil," Dean said. "Hold on, Benny."

"Yes," Cas said before Dean could ask him anything.

"You don't even know what I'm going to say," Dean said as he watched Cas toss his keys onto the little table by the door and set his bag down in front of it.

"You're on the phone with Benny. He wants to hang out, right?" Dean nodded. "Probably at Harvelle's, right?" Dean nodded again. "And he wants us to go because he hasn't seen you in a week… right?"

Dean narrowed his eyes as he put the phone back to his ear. "Cas has you pegged," Dean told Benny. "We'll see you guys tonight."

^O^

On the way to the bar, Cas realized something. "So, the school knows."

Dean glanced over at Cas a couple of times before asking. "Knows…?"

"I'm gay."

Dean nodded. "They do."

"Do you realize what that means, Dean?"

Dean frowned, confused. "That you don't have to – ?" He chuckled as it hit him. "That you don't have to fucking hide anymore," Dean said, happily, slapping the steering wheel as he came the realization.

"That I don't have to fucking hide anymore," Cas said softly. He suddenly frowned at Dean. "Do you even like PDAs?"

Dean frowned back at him. "What do PDAs have anything to do with this? I've never even owned one. Who owns a PDA anymore?"

Cas' face fell into his hand. "Thank God you're pretty," he mumbled against his palm. "Public displays of affection," Cas explained. "PDAs. You seriously have never heard of that before?"

Dean shifted in his seat. "Of course I have," he said. He just didn't make the connection when Cas used the abbreviation.

"So, do you?"

"Yeah. Hell yeah. Cas, if you're wanting to know if I'm going to hold your hand or kiss you or touch you or whatever you while we're in that bar, you better fucking believe it."

Cas smiled at him. "What if someone from the station sees you?"

"Then they see me," Dean said with a shrug. "I kicked that interview's ass this morning, Cas. If I don't get a call Monday, I'm going to be surprised."

"Even if they do hire you, you don't start for another month."

"Still not caring," Dean said, shrugging again.

Cas smiled at him. "Okay, just making sure."

Once they arrived, Dean grabbed Cas' hand as they walked towards the bar. Cas bit his bottom lip, trying to contain his massive smile as he leaned against Dean's arm. Dean didn't even bat an eyelash as they walked in the bar. Cas noticed a few people notice them holding hands, but not Dean. Dean walked in like usual and headed straight for the pool table everyone was hanging around. Dean's nonchalant attitude towards their public displays made Cas unbelievably happy.

Benny was the first person to spot them. "Finally!" he hollered, causing the rest of their group to look. Jo, Ash, Pamela, Sam, and Jess all turned to see Dean and Cas walking up, hand in hand. This caused their small group to cheer, which made Cas blush. Dean took his hand from Cas to wrap his arm around his shoulder, pulling him towards him, kissing his temple.

"First rounds on me," Dean declared.

"He says in a place where the beer is free," Sam pointed out.

"The hard liquor ain't," Dean clarified.

"Shots!" Jo cheered, heading over to the bar to order.

Dean grabbed Cas' hand and pulled him over to the other side of the table where everyone was sitting at the tables against the wall. For the rest of the night, Dean paid no attention to anything outside of their immediate area. All he could see were the happy smiles on his family's faces.

Unfortunately, Cas saw something a little more. He noticed Lisa, the waitress that had been flirting with Dean the last time they were here, sulking in the corner and shooting him mean looks. Cas then noticed her talking to some guy. He looked to be about Dean's height but not as stacked, more Cas' size. Cas didn't get a good feeling when looking at the two of them talking.

Cas tried his best to ignore them, but then the guy got the pool table beside them and it wasn't so easy to ignore him after that. The guy and his friends started making gay jokes. After the first one, the group exchanged looks, except Dean, who smirked at the table as he tried to line up his shot. Everyone kind of followed Dean's lead and ignored the idiots beside them. Dean made sure to stand beside Cas and touch him when he could, even kiss him just because, but even Dean had his limits.

"Wait a second. Ain't that faggot a elementary teacher?"

Dean's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the table. Cas tried to ignore them as he stood slightly behind Dean, watching the game over his shoulder.

"What? They just fucking let anything teach kids nowadays, huh?" the guy Lisa had been talking to said.

… and that's when Dean broke, and when Benny sent Jo to get her mom. Everything was fine in Dean's world as long as they didn't start talking about Cas. They could make all the jokes they wanted to make because it was all generalized. However, the second they started on the man he loved was the second Dean felt they needed to shut the fuck up.

Dean set his pool cue against the wall and walked over to the guy. Cas called his name, trying to stop him, but he didn't listen to him. He cleared his throat and frowned at the guy. "You got a problem, buddy?"

"Yeah, I got a fucking problem. You two disgusting faggots are my fucking problem."

"So, you're just going to stand here like a little bitch and make jokes all night? That your way of solving your fucking problem?" The guy chuckled as he looked at Dean. "Why don't you just get the fuck out here, man? The both of us'd be happier."

"Actually, I think if you two cocksuckers left, the entire bar would be happier."

Dean rubbed his chin as he looked around. "Weird, I only hear you bitches complaining."

"You're the fucking bitch, bitch!" one of the guy's friends told Dean.

Dean nodded at him, giving him a thumbs up for his A+ comeback. Dean looked back at the guy. "Look, we don't want trouble. We're just here to drink and play some pool. If you've got a problem with that, then fucking leave. Easy as pie."

"How about you stop trying to tell me what the fuck to do, fucking fairy?"

Dean smirked. "You just got all the good insults tonight, don'tcha? Faggot. Fairy. Cocksuckers. You're good at this shit. What are you going to do next? Tell me to suck your dick? My boyfriend over there tells me I'm a natural," Dean said, waggling his eyebrows at him.

The guy apparently didn't like what Dean said. In a quick motion, he threw his pool stick down and pulled back and punched Dean in the face. That was all the fuel Dean needed. He stumbled back, catching himself on the table before the guy came at him again, but Dean threw a bunch, hitting him right in the jaw. The two of them traded a few blows before they fell to the ground, the guy falling, pulling Dean with him. Dean got on top of him, getting in a few licks before he got pulled off of the piece of shit.

Cas was grabbing his wrists, in his face telling him to stop as Benny continued to pull him backwards. Sam and Ash, who were holding the guy's two friends, released them just as Ellen came out from the back of the bar. She made Jo cut off the jukebox before she started hollering.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Ellen shouted, which sounded louder than it should've in the silent bar. "Who the hell are you?" she asked the guy, whose friends were pulling him to his feet.

"Tom," he said, spitting blood on the floor.

"Well, Tom, let me tell you something, there ain't no damn fighting in this bar, got it?" she asked as she looked over at Dean. "And you know better." Dean chuckled, wiping blood off his lip as he pulled Cas a little tighter against his side. "Someone going to explain to me what the hell happened?" she asked as she put her hands on her hips.

One of Ellen's other waitresses, Amelia, cleared her throat before speaking up. "Tom started it."

"He did not," Lisa defended.

"Who is this?" Ellen asked her, wanting to know why Lisa was defending him.

"That's my brother."

Ellen looked back at the other girl. "What happened?" she asked, wanting an unbiased recount of events.

The girl told Ellen how Tom and his friends were making gay jokes and Dean told him stop and Tom hit him. Ellen got in Tom's face, grabbing his shirt, jerking him towards her. "Let me tell you something, you asshole. If you've got a problem with what's going on in my bar, then you get the hell out and don't you come back," she said as she shoved him away. "And that goes for any of you," she shouted, addressing the rest of the bar. "That boy there is like family and if any of you have any problems with him or his boyfriend, then the door is right over there. There's a big fucking exit sign right over it!"

The only people that left Harvelle's that night were Lisa, Tom, and his two friends. Dean and Cas left shortly after, since Dean's lip and cheek were bleeding. Dean went to get in the driver's seat, but Cas stopped him. "No, you sit in the passenger seat and lick your wounds."

"Are you mad at me?" Dean asked him, leaning against the car, pulling Cas against him.

"No, I'm not mad at you. I'm just mad and I want to go home."

Dean nodded and didn't argue. He let Cas drive them home. Once they got there, Cas pulled Dean into the bathroom with him, forcing him to sit down on the closed toilet. He grabbed the first aid kit he'd seen in Dean's cabinet the first time he'd stayed over and took a seat on Dean's lap, straddling him. He popped open the box that was sitting on the counter and pulled out an alcohol swab.

"That's going to burn," Dean said, hating the silence that was encompassing them.

"Shut up," Cas told him.

Dean frowned. "You're fucking mad at me."

"I just told you I wasn't fucking mad at you."

"Then why are you telling me to shut up?"

"Because I'm pissed the hell off and I don't need you talking right now," he said as he ripped open the little package and started cleaning the dried blood off of Dean's lip.

He hissed and pulled back. Cas leaned in and blew against his lip. He sighed, looking at Dean's busted lip. "We were just having so much fun, ya know?" Cas said as he looked down at his hands. "Everything was great."

Dean ran his hands around Cas and pulled him closer. "I know. Next time won't end like that."

Cas groaned. "I don't even want to talk about next time."

That pissed Dean off. He went from calm and hurting to angry in a matter of seconds. Seeing the disappointed look on his boyfriend's face made him see red. "There's going to be a next time and a time after that and a time after that and if I have to fight every last motherfucker in that bar so that you and I can go out and have a good time with our friends, then I'm going to fucking do it. We ain't any different than any else, goddammit!" he shouted as he stood, setting Cas on his feet as he did so. "I'm not going to let some narrow minded asshole ruin our lives, Cas. I love you and don't fucking care who knows."

Dean's words made Cas stop breathing. Cas wondered if Dean realized what he said, and uncertain – yet still rather angry – look on his face, he did.

"You love me?"

"… shit."

"That's not an answer," Cas pointed out.

Dean took a deep breath. "I do."

"Really?" Cas asked softly. Was Dean really on the same page as him?

"Yeah," Dean said softly as he grabbed Cas' hand, pulling him towards him. Cas stepped up to Dean, wrapping his arms around the bruised man. "I do. I loved you since the night we came home from my parents' house."

Not only was he on the same page, but he'd been there longer than Cas. Cas pressed his forehead against Dean's. "I love you, too, Dean," he said softly. He pulled back to look in his eyes. "I fell in love with you today during Career Day."

Dean smirked. "That's kind of… random."

"Love doesn't make sense, Dean."

"I don't know. Everything kind of makes sense ever since I've been in love with you."

Cas smiled brightly at him. There he goes again with those corny words, Cas thought. Cas pressed a light kiss to Dean's lips, trying not to hurt him. He pulled back and looked up into Dean's green eyes. "I think we're ready, Dean."

Dean frowned. "Ready?"

Cas didn't answer Dean. He pulled Dean over to the nightstand and opened the top drawer, pulling out the lube and looking at Dean. "We're ready."

Dean grabbed the lube from Cas and tossed it on the bed, pulling the man against him. He didn't care if it hurt his lip, he was going to kiss the man standing in front of him, dammit. Cas' hands ran under Dean's shirt, loving the feel of his hot skin as he pulled him closer. Dean framed Cas' face as he kissed him slowly. He didn't feel like rushing this. He wanted this moment to last for as long as he could make it.

Dean pulled away when his lip started bleeding again. He wiped it off and sighed. All he wanted to do was kiss Cas. Cas pressed a kiss to the other side of his mouth. "Don't make it worse, Dean."

Dean ran his thumb over Cas' bottom lip. "I just want to kiss you."

Cas smiled. "My lips aren't going anywhere," he told him as he ran his hands under Dean's shirt, pulling it up and off. Dean started unbuttoning Cas' shirt, slowly running his nose up Cas' neck and along his jaw. It's where he'd be kissing him if he could. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Dean reached up and pushed it off Cas' shoulders, watching as it puddled on the floor. He reached up and ran his hands over Cas' chest, running the down to the button on his jeans, unfastening the button fly and pushing it and Cas' boxer briefs to the ground.

Cas stepped out of his clothes and Dean bent down, grabbing the backs of Cas' legs and picking him up, wrapping his legs around before kneeling on the bed and laying the man down in front of him. "Dean, you have on too many clothes," Cas said, pulling on his belt loop.

Dean smirked at Cas as he looked down at Cas' growing dick. "I'll take them off in a minute," he said before bending down and sucking Cas down.

"… shit," Cas moaned as Dean bobbed up and down on his cock. He definitely wasn't lying to that Tom guy about Cas thinking he was a natural.

Dean continued to work him until Cas was so hard his dick was standing up on its own. His lip was killing him, but he didn't care. Seeing the breathless look on his boyfriend's face was worth fifty busted lips. Since his lip had stopped bleeding, Dean kissed his way up Cas' chest, licking and sucking on his nipples before nibbling on his collar bone. He kissed his way up his neck, finally let his lips find purchase on Cas'.

Cas started unfastening Dean's jeans, pulling his legs up so he could use his feet to pull his jeans and boxer briefs down his body. Cas sighed into the kiss as Dean's hard dick slapped against his ass as it fell out of his pants. Dean rocked his hips, rubbing himself against Cas as they continued to make out.

Cas pushed against Dean's chest. "Get the lube." Dean hesitated, which made Cas frown. "What?"

"I've never done this, remember?"

Cas smiled at him. "Get the lube."

Dean reached over and grabbed the lube he'd tossed on the bed a minute ago. Cas took it from him and grabbed his hand, pouring some into his hand. "Run it over your cock."

Dean grabbed his dick and worked himself until the lube coated him. Cas poured a little more and leaned back. "It's just like fingering a girl, only you go a little slower."

Dean looked like he was concentrating really hard on doing this right. Dean ran his hand over Cas' hole, getting all the extra lube in his hand onto Cas. Dean looked up at Cas as he slid in his middle finger, slowly fucking Cas. Cas smiled softly, closed his eyes and nodding his head. "Just like that."

Dean moved his finger around a little as he kept finger fucking Cas. He pulled his finger out and added his index finger the next time he slid back into Cas. Cas sighed softly. "Yes, that feels good, Dean."

Cas opened his eyes and saw that Dean was moving his hips to the movement of his fingers, his eyes fixed on his hand, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. When Dean added a third finger, Cas' legs fell open further. "Stop teasing me, Dean."

Dean looked up at Cas, grinning at him. "Okay," he said softly.

He jerked his dick a few times before moving to kneel in between Cas' legs. Dean positioned the head of his dick at Cas' entrance, keeping his eyes on Cas' as he pushed inside. Cas balled the blanket up in his hands as Dean slowly pushed in further. Once Dean was completely inside of Cas, he fell forward, catching himself before he faceplanted right into Cas' chest. "Fuck," he breathed out. "Cas… shit."

Cas chuckled softly, reaching up to cup Dean's cheek in his hand. "Are you okay?"

"Just… just give me a second. I swear to God I'm going to come right now."

Cas pulled Dean down on top of him. Dean pushed his arms under Cas, cradling him as he anchored his hands on Cas' shoulders. He laid there for a short moment with his face pressed against Cas' neck. He started to finally move slowly, shallow strokes at first, testing the waters, letting Cas get acclimated to him. After another short moment, he started to pick up a little speed. Cas moaned in his ear when he came in at a certain angle, so he kept coming in at that angle.

Cas' fingers dug into Dean's back, trying to pull him closer even though there was no space between them. Cas pressed his lips against Dean's ear, panting against it the faster Dean went. It didn't take Dean long to reach his breaking point. "Cas, I'm about to come. Shit… I need you to come first," he told him as he pulled back and reached in between them, grabbing Cas' dick and jerking him off.

Cas nodded his head, letting Dean know he heard him, but too far gone in the realm of pleasure to verbally acknowledge him right away. Cas leaned up on his elbows, wiggling a finger at Dean. "Come here," he mumbled breathlessly.

Dean had to use both of his hands to brace himself as he leaned down to kiss Cas. Cas grabbed his own dick as Dean kissed him. Dean broke the kiss resting his forehead against Cas'. "Can't last much longer, Cas."

Cas fell onto his back, closing his eyes as he continued to jerk off. Dean started kissing on Cas' chest, sucking and licking on every single part of him he could get his mouth on. "Fuck, Cas," he said as he nipped at Cas' nipple.

Cas grabbed the back of Dean's hair, pushing him against his chest as he gasped and came in between them. Cas clenching up sent Dean over the edge right behind him, where he collapsed on top of Cas after emptying himself into him. Dean moved up Cas' chest once he recovered from his orgasm. He loved the way their chests slide together because of the sweat and come. He pressed sloppy, wet kisses to Cas' neck, before just putting all his weight on Cas.

Cas wrapped his arms and legs around him. "That was pretty fucking amazing for a first time, Dean," Cas said breathlessly against his ear.

Dean chuckled. "You'll get used to it, Cas. I promise."

Cas chuckled, smacking Dean's shoulder hard enough to leave a handprint. "I hope not."

Dean pulled back and looked down into Cas' eyes. He pressed his forehead back against Cas'. "I love you so much, Cas," he whispered against his lips.

Cas smiled. "I know."

For the record, I'm not a Lisa hater. I never intended for her to be a bad guy, but sometimes you got to work with you got. A little trivia: Tom is actually Meg's brother from the show. Dean "wastes" a bullet on him in one of those season one episodes. :)

So. Guys. Sex. How was it? Was it good for you guys? Bad? Have you stopped reading because of the sex? PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME I PROMISE I'LL BE BETTER NEXT TIME! /wails

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It was actually nice how everyone was ready for the sex. Everyone was like "Sex now?" And I was like "Actually... yes." It's nice we're all on the same page. :)

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