Dean served up scrambled eggs for Cas as Charlie and Dorothy stumbled out of their room half asleep.

"Good morning," Dean greeted, "Food?"

Charlie nodded.

As Dean slid plates of eggs in front of Charlie and Dorothy, Cas asked, "Where's Sam?"

"He's out on a walk," Dean answered.

Cas' eyebrows shot up.

Dean grinned, "He said he might see Gabriel. I'm not holding my breath, but he said he might."

"It's something," Charlie said.

When Cas finished his food, Dean asked, "Are you ready to go?"

Dorothy asked, "Where are you going this early?"

"It's almost noon," Dean said, "And we were going to get Cas' stitches out yesterday, but Sam was so...we're going to the hospital."

Cas stood up and rinsed off his plate. Dean grabbed his plate, scraped it off and joined Cas in the kitchen. He dropped his dish in the sink and wrapped his arms around Cas from behind.

"I love you," he whispered against Cas' shoulder.

Cas leaned back against Dean's chest, "I love you, too. We should go."

Dean nodded and released his boyfriend. They got on their coats and walked to the hospital. It wasn't all that far. It was only six blocks away.

When they got in, a nurse walked them to a room and asked, "Just stitch removal today?"

Cas nodded. Dean held his hand as the nurse rolled up Cas' shirt to look at the stitches.

"Looks good. This will be a little cold," she said. She wiped an alcohol drenched cotton swab around the area. Cas clenched Dean's hand in shock but didn't make a sound.

The nurse smiled at Cas. "Just relax," she said.

She grabbed a pair of tweezers and surgical scissors.

"This won't hurt," she said, "If it does, let me know."

Dean watched as the nurse used tweezers to lift the first stitch and snip it with the scissors. He looked at Cas. Cas smiled at Dean. Sure, Dean had had his share of stitches, but Cas potentially being in any pain didn't sit well with him. Cas' stitches came out easily.

When the nurse smoothed a bandage over the wound, Dean asked, "Does a doctor need to look at it?"

The nurse sighed, "No, he's good to go."

Cas got up and pulled his shirt down, concealing the line of his hip bone that Dean had been appreciating.

As they left, Dean said, "The next time we're in the hospital will be too soon."

Cas slipped his fingers between Dean's.

"How likely is it that we'll come home to an empty apartment?" he asked.

Dean glanced at Cas and smiled, "Is there a reason the apartment should be empty?"

Cas simply shrugged. As it happened, Dean and Cas arrived at the apartment only to find a note from Charlie saying they'd gone to the Roadhouse to see Jo.

They dropped their jackets and shoes by the door.

Dean looked over at Cas. They went to check Sam's room. He wasn't home either. Dean hoped he was over at Gabriel's. He probably was. It was way too cold outside for him to still be walking around.

Cas walked over to their room. Dean followed him in and closed the door. Without a word, Cas took off his shirt and looked at Dean expectantly. Dean stepped over to his boyfriend slowly, letting his hand travel up Cas' chest, around the back of his neck, and through his hair.

"Cas," Dean whispered before kissing Cas gently on the lips. He led Cas backwards onto the bed. Laying him down, Dean trailed kisses from Cas' mouth down his chest to his waist. He'd told Cas he loved him. Now, he wanted to show him.

Slowly, haltingly in case Cas wanted to stop him, he unzipped Cas' fly and carefully worked his pants off of his hips, down his legs, and onto the floor next to the bed. Cas' eyes devoured Dean, watching and absorbing his every movement. Dean never wanted to be away from that passionate, intense gaze.

He started to take off his shirt, but Cas stopped him. Dean's breath caught as Cas moved his hands under his shirt and up his chest. Agonizingly slowly, Cas took off Dean's shirt and dropped it off the edge of the bed. Dean kissed Cas' neck as Cas' hands ventured to undo Dean's pants. Cas broke from Dean to slide the denim off Dean's legs.

Once they were both in boxers, Dean pushed Cas onto his back and kissed him hard. His hands tried to memorize every contour of Cas' body. He tried to pour every ounce of love he had into Cas with his lips, with his hands, with his hips, everything he had. But it wasn't enough. Dean worked Cas' boxers off; they wound up joining the growing pile of clothes on the ground. He saw how hard Cas was and looked up at his boyfriend.

Cas met his gaze. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he said.

Dean said, "I know. But I want to." Dean felt Cas take a deep breath as he gently pressed his lips to the bandage on Cas' side. He started to get nervous again. But he needed to do this. He needed him to know. He wanted him.

He slid his hand up Cas' thigh and elicited a gasp of pleasure from his boyfriend as he ran his fingers along Cas' length. It was weird to him, but it was definitely a good weird. Especially if he could keep making Cas make those small noises of want. Dean slowly lowered his lips to Cas' tip, just enough to make Cas squirm.

"Dean," Cas murmured. Dean crawled back up to where he was comfortable and kissed Cas on the lips.

"I want you," Dean said quietly.

Cas ran his hands up Dean's back and said, "I know."

Dean kissed Cas' collar bone. He whispered, "Cas, I want to, I just don't know-"

Cas cut Dean off with a kiss. "It's okay," he said, "We can do whatever you want."

"How do you want to-?" Dean asked.

Cas grinned, "Well, taking off your boxers would probably be a good start."

Right. That was sort of necessary. Dean slipped out of his boxers and looked at Cas awaiting further instruction. Cas pulled Dean down next to him and wrapped a hand around Dean's erection. Dean shut his eyes to keep from moaning. That just felt so damn good.

"I don't think you would be comfortable being on bottom," Cas said quietly.

Dean asked, "Would you...be okay with...?"

Cas nodded.

"I might be okay with it later," Dean said.

Cas smiled, "You might. But right now, this is new. You should do what you're used to." Dean nodded. His boyfriend certainly had a point.

He knelt between Cas' legs and said, "Tell me if anything bothers you, if anything hurts, if you're not comfortable with anything. Just tell me, and I'll stop."

Cas nodded. Dean thanked God that he'd done anal with a few of his one night stands before.

He stuck a finger in his mouth to get it wet and slid it into Cas slowly, watching Cas' face for his reaction. His boyfriend's pupils were wide and his breath was coming faster.

"Okay?" Dean asked.

Cas nodded, "Okay."

He worked Cas open slowly, savoring each time Cas let out a moan he couldn't fight, and he slipped a second finger in. Cas gasped and clutched the sheets.

"It's okay," Dean said softly, "I've got you."

Cas let out a shaky breath and nodded.

Dean kept working him wider, making sure to be as careful and gentle as possible. He still couldn't believe he was doing this. He stuck his third finger in.

"Dean," Cas gasped. Dean stilled his hand, looking at Cas.

"Top drawer," Cas panted, "Under your socks."

Dean took out his fingers from Cas and reached for his dresser. Under his socks, he found a bottle of lube.

"Cas?" Dean asked.

Cas replied, "It seemed like it might be useful at some point."

Dean grinned. He was about to squirt some on his fingers, but Cas took the bottle and poured the lube on his hand. Cas sat up and slicked Dean's cock for him. His fingers felt amazing wrapping around him.

"Ready?" Dean asked.

Cas said, "I love you."

Dean smiled at his beautiful boyfriend and replied, "I love you, too."

He lined himself up and slowly pressed himself into Cas' heat. Cas moaned and Dean was overcome with want. He wanted to be closer to Cas. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in to see what Cas could take. Cas' eyes fluttered as he gasped.

"Faster," he begged.

Dean obliged, thrusting faster, enjoying the look of bliss making Cas glow. Anytime Cas moaned or gasped or made any other pleasure filled noise, Dean made sure to replicate the motion. His hands worshiped Cas, covering every inch of his boyfriend in caresses and tender, massaging touches. He wanted to make Cas' first time perfect, but he couldn't focus on that. The passion of their first time made it hard to focus on anything other than how good everything felt, how different everything felt, and Cas. Always Cas.

"Dean," Cas said. This time it wasn't a moan. Dean slowed his movements and put a hand in Cas' hair.

"I'm really...I'm not gonna..." Cas stammered. Dean smiled and kissed Cas. He put more power into his thrusts but still kept the speed lazy.

"It's okay," Dean said, "It's okay."

He gently grabbed Cas' erection, slowly working him up and down until Cas came.

Dean slipped out of Cas and grabbed one of his old t-shirts out of his dresser. He used to clean up Cas and part of their bed, then threw it into his laundry basket in the closet.

Dean was still painfully hard, but he wasn't about to keep going in Cas after his boyfriend was done. He lay down next to Cas and stared at him. Cas stared back, smiling at him.

"You're amazing," Dean whispered. He kissed Cas softly and thoroughly. Cas moved to kiss Dean's neck and reached for Dean's crotch.

"Cas," Dean said, "You don't have to."

Cas looked Dean in the eye. "I'm going to anyway," he said.

Dean kissed Cas more roughly as Cas began to finish Dean off. It was all Dean could do not to cry out from how good Cas felt. His boyfriend was very good with his hands. Within minutes, Dean turned onto his side so he'd only mess up the bed and not get cum everywhere.

Cas wrapped his arms around Dean.

"You're amazing," Cas said. Dean turned back over and kept kissing Cas.

They laid together for a while until Cas said, "I don't think Sam went to Gabriel's place."

"What? Why?" Dean asked.

Cas shrugged, "I just have a feeling."

"If he didn't go over there, he would've been here by now," Dean said. But he started getting a sinking feeling that Cas was right.

"Maybe we should call Gabriel," Dean suggested. Cas slowly got up and grabbed his boxers from the floor.

Dean protested, "We don't have to get dressed to make a phone call."

Cas sighed with a smile on his face, "We do if I'm right."

Cas flipped open his phone as Dean begrudgingly got dressed.

When Gabriel answered the phone, Cas asked, "Have you seen Sam today?"

Cas shook his head at Dean, and Dean pulled his pants on faster.

"We're coming over. I'll call when we're outside," Cas said. Dean looked at Cas. Where the hell could Sam be? It was fucking cold outside. He couldn't still be walking around the city. Dean's phone rang, and the fact that it wasn't Sam made him get more concerned.

"Hello?" he said.

Cassie said, "Hey, Dean. I just got a call. I'm being shipped out tomorrow. I just...I thought you might want to know."

"Tomorrow?" Dean asked, "Are you serious?"

Cassie said, "My flight leaves at 7am tomorrow. So, I guess this is goodbye for a while."

"I guess so," Dean said, "Be safe."

Cassie laughed, "I will. Take care." She hung up and Dean pocketed his phone. Cas cocked his head to the side in curiosity.

Dean explained, "That was Cassie. She's being shipped out early. Tomorrow, actually."

"You should go see her," Cas said.

"Are you sure? What about Sam?" Dean asked.

Cas said, "I'm sure he's fine. I'll go over to Gabriel's, we'll figure out what's up with Sam. We'll call you if anything happens."

Dean wasn't sure about that at all. He needed to be there for Sam. Always. Period.

Cas wrapped his arms around Dean and said, "I know you're worried about her. If something happens to her and you didn't get to see her now, you'll never forgive yourself. We'll take care of Sam."

Dean sighed. Cas was right.

"Okay," Dean said, "If anything, and I mean anything, happens. Call me."

Cas nodded and kissed him.

"It'll be okay," Cas said. They got their coats and shoes, walking outside. Dean stuck his hands in his pockets, having given Cas his gloves.

"I'll see you later," Dean said.

Cas hugged him and said, "Of course."

Dean made sure his phone's ringer was at full volume and walked away from Cas, head full of post-sex haze and uncontrollable worry.