Dean pulled up to the Victorian home and double checked the address. He had received a frantic call early in the morning from a Charlie Bradbury, telling him that Rufus had recommended him and she had a dire emergency. She proceeded to tell him what had happened to her tenant's bathroom when she forgot to shut off the water upstairs.
He was booked pretty solid today, but he felt bad for the new landlady so he agreed to stop by and assess the situation after his last job of the day.
He figured he could have a quick look and then schedule a time to come back out to start work. Depending on how much damage there was, it would determine whether he will need Benny's help. If not, Benny could work on some smaller jobs while he did this one.
All he knew was he wanted to take a look and see how much work will need to be done so he could get home by eight o'clock. Dean was hoping that Castiel would decide to call him.
Dean really wanted to talk to him and not through notes even though it gave him something to look forward to when he would come home to see Castiel's note stuck in his door.
Benny laughed at him because every day this week, Dean had been late for work, waiting to catch Garth to give his latest note to him to pass on to Castiel. But hey, what was the point of being the boss if not to take advantage of the perk from time to time?
Last night, Dean had listened to the CD Castiel had made for him. Some of the songs he knew and some of the classical pieces he was unfamiliar with, but surprisingly, he enjoyed them.
It was the last track on the disc though that he fell in love with. It was solely piano and the melody was hauntingly beautiful. He played it three or four times before looking on the track list to find the name, but it wasn't listed. He wanted to ask Castiel about it, but he also wanted to see if he wanted to go to Gabriel's party together on Saturday. Dean was really hoping he would call since he wanted to hear that gravelly voice of his to give him something to fantasize about that night since Sam suggested the sex embargo.
Dean shook his head, letting his thoughts scatter and focus on the job at hand. He got out of his work truck, grabbed his toolbox from the back and headed up the brick pathway to the wraparound porch.
He ran the door bell and waited for the tenant to answer since Charlie said she wouldn't be home.
When the tenant opened the door, it was not who he was expecting.
Castiel stood in the door way wearing a baggy red t-shirt, gray sweatpants and no shoes. Fuck, even his feet were sexy…shit, I am not developing a fucking foot fetish…
Dean looked back up at Castiel's face to take in the wide blue eyes that held a large amount of shock and surprise. Dean was sure that his own face held a similar expression.
"D-dean? What are you doing here?" Castiel asked, fingering the hem of his t-shirt.
"I got a call from Charlie about a bathroom ceiling." Dean told him, giving him a warm smile.
"You're the person Rufus recommended then." Castiel continued to stand in the doorway staring up at Dean.
"Rufus is an old friend of the family. Taught me everything I know." Dean supplied.
Castiel continued to fidget with the hem of his shirt, unaware that he was exposing a small strip of smooth skin. Dean quickly looked away.
"Cas?"
"Yes, Dean?"
"May I come in?" he asked gently, trying not to spook an already nervous Castiel.
Castiel's eyes widened and his face tinted red. "O-of course, please come in." He stepped aside to allow Dean in.
He followed Castiel through the foyer to his apartment, while Dean valiantly tried not to watch how the sweatpants would tighten around Castiel's ass when he would take a step forward.
Come on Winchester, be a professional here. Remember no sex, no sex, no sex…
"Wow, nice place you have here." Dean looked around once they were inside the apartment. The apartment was rather spacious since it took up most of the ground floor.
Castiel smiled shyly. "I got lucky. Mrs. Gardner, who owned it before Charlie, thought the place was too big for just one person and rented out the ground floor mostly for companionship. She gave me a low rate since she claimed she didn't need the money. Luckily, Charlie hasn't raised the rent since she bought it. God, I'm rambling." Castiel blushed again and led Dean to the bathroom.
"It's fine, Cas." Dean chuckled and stepped into the small bathroom with Castiel and set his toolbox on toilet, opening it up to take out a tape measure.
Dean stepped into the bathtub to look up at the damage. He started to take measurements but realized he didn't have his notepad and pencil.
"Hey Cas, can you grab my notepad from the tool box and write down some numbers for me?" Dean looked over his shoulder and grinned when he saw Castiel jump at being caught staring at the stretched line of Dean's body as he took his measurements.
Castiel nodded and started going through the toolbox. He looked over at Dean and shrugged. "It's not here…wait, I see it." Castiel walked over to Dean and pulled out the small notepad out of the back pocket of Dean's jeans.
Dean held his breath as Castiel's fingers accidently grazed Dean's ass in the process. At least he thought it was an accident until he looked over to see a small smirk playing on Castiel's lips.
Dean's eyebrows rose to his hairline. It seemed the man wasn't quite as shy as he seemed.
"The numbers, Dean." Castiel prompted, his smirk increasing at the repairman's slightly flustered expression. His blue eyes sparkled with mirth.
Dean momentarily wondered what those eyes would look like as Castiel went down on him, those full lips stretched over his-
Winchester! No sex, no sex, no sex!
At the moment, Dean wanted to kill Sam for the abstinence vow.
Dean shook his head at the increasingly filthy thoughts that were invading his head and read off the numbers to Castiel to write down.
It didn't take Dean very long to figure out what he needed to fix the ceiling and the two cracked tiles.
"The damage actually looks worse than what it really is. Once I get the supplies, it should only take me two to three hours tops to get it finished. If you didn't have any plans, I could come over tomorrow evening and fix you right up. Or I can come back on Monday." Dean told Castiel as he collected his toolbox and stepped out of the bathroom.
"I don't have plans tomorrow, but I'd hate to tie up your Friday night." Castiel told Dean as he led him into the living room.
"It's no problem." Dean smiled at Castiel before looking around the living room, his eyes lighting up when he saw Dr. Sexy playing on the TV.
"Decided to give Dr. Sexy a try, huh?" Dean asked, grinning.
Castiel chuckled softly. "I saw that it was on and I must say that I'm hooked."
Dean looked around the room and saw a piano in one corner. "Do you play?" he asked, walking over to the instrument.
Castiel rubbed the back of his neck. "I used to play, but I haven't touched it for years. Just don't have the heart to get rid of it since it belonged to my grandmother."
Dean frowned slightly, feeling there was more to tell, but Castiel was clearly not comfortable talking about it.
"That reminds me, what was the song on the end of the CD you made me? You didn't have it listed."
Castiel squinted in concentration. "I was sure I labeled everything. Do you remember it?"
"Yeah, it was just piano and god, it wasn't like anything I ever heard before." Dean proceeded to hum a little of the melody but stopped when Castiel paled.
"That's impossible. I've never recorded that." Castiel started to pace.
"So you know it? What do you mean you never recorded it?"
"I wrote it…" Castiel's voice trailed off, obviously still in shock that the track had made its way on the CD.
"You wrote that? Why didn't you keep writing music? That's incredible and that's coming from the guy that listens solely to classic rock." Dean leaned against the piano, stroking one of the keys.
"I just couldn't." Castiel stated quietly, his eyes following Dean's fingers on the keys.
Dean watched Castiel closely and decided to drop the subject since it seemed that whatever really caused Castiel to give up music, it was a painful one.
"I was going to order a pizza, would you like to stay and share it with me?" Castiel finally looked up at Dean.
"Are you kidding? Pizza is my third favorite food."
Castiel lips twitched. "Third? What's first and second?"
"Pie is number one followed closely by burgers." Dean pushed away from the piano and stepped closer to Castiel.
Castiel looked at him thoughtfully. "I guess I shouldn't tell you that my roommate in college was studying to be a pastry chef and taught me to make pie. Actually, I have some left over cherry pie I made last night if you want some later."
The guy was gorgeous, talented and he could bake?
"Marry me."
Blue eyes twinkled up at him. "You just want me for my baking skills."
Dean let his eyes roam over Castiel's body and gave him a slow smile and wink. "Trust me; I want more than just your pie."
Castiel scoffed lightly, but his face still turned slightly red at Dean's perusal.
"I'll just order that pizza now." Castiel backed away when Dean stepped closer. He quickly scurried off to the kitchen, Dean watching his backside as he fled the room.
"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry." Dean mumbled to himself as he repeated Sam's mantra in his head for the third time.
I'm so screwed.
Two hours later, Dean had just finished eating the rest of Castiel's pie and trying desperately to keep the moans to himself.
"Damn Cas, that was good." Dean set the plate on the end table next to him and leaned back on the couch, rubbing his stomach absently.
Castiel cocked an eyebrow. "I could tell. If Charlie was home, she would think I was participating in illicit behavior."
Apparently he wasn't good at keeping the noise down. He felt his face heat up and his cock give an interested twitch at the thought of Castiel and illicit behavior.
Dean, as subtly as he could, adjusted in his seat and crossed his right ankle onto his left knee in hopes of hiding his rapidly forming erection.
"Can I get you anything else?" Castiel asked as he shifted in his seat.
"No, I'm good." Dean started to stretch his arms over his head, but stopped mid way when Castiel leaned over him to grab his plate from the end table.
Dean held his breath as Castiel's arm brushed his chest. The side of his face was so close to Dean's that Dean couldn't help to take a little inhale, catching Castiel's woodsy scent. He exhaled as Castiel started to pull away, but stopped when Dean's breath tickled the side of his neck.
Blue eyes turn to meet his. Feeling Castiel's side pressed against his chest and watching his eyes slowly dilate, a small groan escapes Dean and he could feel the responding shiver in Castiel's body.
"Cas." Dean whispered, not even recognizing his own voice at the deep, husky sound. He cupped Castiel's face and his thumb brushed over the plump lower lip as Castiel leaned closer.
Dean started to bridge the gap between them when his phone went off. Castiel's eyes widened and he gasped as he jerked away.
Dean bit his lip hard to keep himself from cursing at the interruption.
"I'll just take these to the kitchen." Castiel held up the dishes while he avoided Dean's eyes.
Dean nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He looked at the screen to see who was calling.
Of course it's Sammy.
"How is it possible for you to be such a cockblock from across town?" Dean hissed into the phone, careful to keep his voice low to prevent Castiel from overhearing.
There was a pause on the other end for a moment. "It's a gift really because that's what I live for is to prevent you from getting ass." came Sam's snarky reply.
"Sorry Sammy, I'm on edge here. What do you need?" Dean looked over at the kitchen to see Castiel at the sink rinsing off their plates.
"I don't think I even want to know why you're on edge. Are you coming over or not? You said you would take a look at my car tonight."
"Shit Sammy, I forgot. I'll head over there now."
Castiel walked back into the living room as Dean ended his call. "Sorry Cas, I need to take off. I forgot I was supposed to look at Sam's car."
"Oh, of course. I'm sorry I kept you." Castiel said quietly as he walked Dean to the door.
"Don't apologize, I had fun tonight." Dean smiled, taking a hold of Castiel's shoulder. The mailman gave him a relieved smile.
Dean stepped out onto the porch but turned back to Castiel. "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to ride with me to Gabriel's party on Saturday? That is if you were still going."
Castiel gave him a wide smile. "I'd like that."
"Good, good." Dean shifted his feet nervously. "Before I go, I have to ask…if I hadn't shown up tonight, would you have called me?"
Castiel's smile turned sly. "Were you going to wait by the phone?"
Dean stared at the small wicked grin. "Umm…no….maybe."
Castiel let out a full blown laugh that shook Dean to his core at the sound of it.
"Guess you'll never know." he winked. "See you tomorrow."
Dean stared at the closed the door, realizing too late he didn't even tell him goodnight.
A little while later, as he pulled up to Sam's house, his phone pinged in his pocket.
It was a text message from a number he didn't recognize.
Goodnight, Dean. And yes, I would have called you.
Dean couldn't stop the grin the lit up his face.
I know it's a little short, but I thought it was the best place to end this chapter. I decided to give Castiel a little break from Balthazar in this chapter, but don't worry, he'll be back in the next one. :) Also I will start showing a little more of the Sabriel storyline. If there is anything in this story you would like to see, just let me know and I'll see what I can do.
Also loved all the mentions of how it was the perfect set up for a porno in the last reviews. To be perfectly honest, I was like, damn it was! What a wasted opportunity. hahaha!
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