A/N: I'm so, so sorry for having taken this long (again). This chapter had been sitting near-done on my laptop for weeks but RL threw me a couple of curve-balls and my being unhappy with some parts of this chapter also did not help to speed this along. I've decided to post this now, despite not being 100% ok with parts of it but I've been mulling over it so much, I probably would end up making it worse at this point. It is not beta'ed and I apologize for any mistakes.

I hope the amount of fluff I somehow managed to shoehorn into this chapter after all the drama will make up for the wait.

Dean arched his back into the touch, deft fingers skimming feather light over his heated, sensitive skin. Soft lips followed their trail and he moaned wantonly, willingly drowning in every sensation the man above him bestowed on him. It had been too long since he felt like this, like being taken apart and being put back together again all at the same time. He had craved this so much over these last months, months during which he had almost come to believe that he might never get to experience this again- be with the man he fell in love with. Just to feel Cas, breathe Cas, be surrounded by him.

Cas and he had literally been to hell and back. Those initial weeks after the authorities had first come knocking on their doors had been the worst. They'd reluctantly decided to keep their interaction to a 'respectable' minimum, no more than the odd call. Breaking all contact would have looked suspicious they'd both agreed. In the process, their relationship had ended up being a mere shadow of what it once was but both had been paranoid to risk saying or doing anything that might be overheard or misconstrued. Dean had had a renewed acute awareness that Cas' life and future was hanging in the balance and it had dragged on him more than he'd cared to admit. He'd had a hard enough time trying to keep it together for his final year in high school with all the stress that entailed, but it had paled in comparison to the stress of the seemingly endless scrutiny he'd suddenly found himself under and the evasion tactics he had to come up with in response.

The authorities had tried, really tried to find something, anything they could pin on Castiel. Possibly the driving force had been the prospect of 'bagging' a University Professor, someone that was supposed to be respected and trusted. It sure as hell couldn't have been a sudden urge to protect a 'low-life' like Dean. Not like anyone had ever cared before. But whatever the motivation, people had snooped around their lives (all within what could be considered legal, of course), and kept asking uncomfortable questions, especially Dean, who all of a sudden (and to Dean's great amusement and dismay) appeared to have been classified as some kind of vulnerable youth or, which would have been Dean's guess, possibly just as the easier of the two to crack.

The irony of this whole bizarre ordeal hadn't escaped the teenager. There had to have been plenty of moments in his past where he could have been considered vulnerable or neglected but the authorities had chosen this point in time, when he was nearly old enough to be considered an adult, to take an interest, and worse, had tried to twist things in their favor. Dean had grown weary real fast because the more he had protested to the contrary, the more they had been convinced that there was something he was hiding. Well, he had, still was, but that would never be any of their goddamn business. Despite the scare tactics, Dean and Cas had stuck with their story, which they'd repeated ad infinitum, and just for a short period of time, when no new incriminating evidence had come to light, made up or otherwise, they had thought themselves save in the knowledge that they were out of the danger zone.

"Cas, da-aamn." Dean bucked his hips, a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a whimper escaping him as he chased the tickly swipe of a tongue that was there but for a second before it disappeared. Cas' teasing was driving him crazy in the best possible way and he was desperate to feel the man's mouth on his hard flesh. But Castiel was having none of it, instead diving back in and trailing his tongue along Dean's right hipbone, ghosting his breath over the wet skin, having Dean shiver and groan in pleasure. Cas kissed along the soft skin of the teen's belly before switching his attention over to his left hipbone, where he licked tenderly across the raggedy crescent-shaped strip of pink, raised skin.

"I don't think I can ever forgive him for doing this to you." Cas' exhale against his scar made the teenager shudder. The scar would forever be a reminder of the day John Winchester had finally lost it for real. Dean shuddered at the memory, trying to focus on Cas instead, but the memories were still too fresh, too painful to just cast aside, fighting their way to conscious thought, even as his body simultaneously craved more of the pleasure Cas was lavishing on him, quickly bringing him to new heights with confident yet tender touches.

Two cops and a 'specialist' counselor had turned up for a final assessment at Dean's house that fateful Saturday morning, regrettably that time minus Jody to do damage limitation. It had been all the more unfortunate because of the ill-fated timing of his father's presence and the over-eagerness of the counselor to get his father up to speed, questioning and kicking up a fuss about how the involvement of Dean's responsible adult had been avoided so far. When John had been filled in as to the reason for their visit, including all the hilariously incorrect accusations, as Dean had repeatedly called them, he'd been fuming and was only too willing to provide a statement.

Dean couldn't stop the vivid memory of the way he had been stared down and shut up by his dad when he'd tried to dissuade him, despite his best efforts to push the image away and just focus on the here and now. 'This has been going on for long enough and must end now. I knew I was right about that man', John had thrown in his face, before telling the officers that he could do them one better than just give a verbal statement, and provide actual proof.

The cops had been very eager for his father to come to the station with the cellphone he said he had in his possession and to lodge it as evidence. John had agreed to come and give them a full statement that afternoon so that they finally would be able to try and build a case, despite Dean's refusal to cooperate.

All of Dean's alarm bells had gone off at that as unbeknown to his dad, the phone had long been destroyed. Sammy had been the one who found it taped under the front bench of the Impala and Dean had ended up just burning the damn thing. Not sure of how to deliver those particular news, he had made the split decision just to let the situation unfold; positive that with no proof, his father's statement wouldn't hold much weight.

This had been a decidedly bad decision as not four hours later, Dean had laid bleeding on the floor, Sammy was screaming at their dad and all that he could remember to this day was the look of absolute shock and instant soberness on his father's face It even overshadowed the memory of the searing pain.

Dean moaned and shivered, moving one of his hands down and buried his fingers in Cas' dark, slightly sweat damp hair, it was like an anchor grounding him, and he gripped tighter.

Dean was convinced, had known even back then, that his dad had not really wanted to hurt him, not like that. He had been collateral, in the wrong place at the wrong time as John tore through the house, drunk, smashing and throwing anything he could get his hands on while screaming at the top of his lungs. The sting of betrayal when John had found out that both his sons had conspired in finding and destroying the phone and the only concrete evidence he had so carefully stored away combined with the startling realization that they both had decided yet again to pick 'this man' over him, had been enough to make something in him snap. The bottle of Jack had taken care of the rest.

Dean had shoved Sammy out of harm's way when lamps and glasses started flying and followed their father into the kitchen, trying to calm John down, and to save whatever there might have been left to save in terms of furniture or appliances. He couldn't even remember in any great detail what exactly he had hoped to achieve by going after their old man because a sharp, agonizing pain in his left side had instantaneously made everything come to a jarring halt. John had turned and backhanded him before trying to shove him away just as Dean had tried to grab hold of him, not noticing the smashed whiskey bottle John still had clutched in his hand. Due to the force of the impact of two objects in motion, its sharp edges had cut right through Dean's shirt and buried itself into his flesh. Dean barely even remembered the way he hadn't been able to breathe and had been breathing all too fast at the same time as his shocked eyes met with John's.

From what his brother told him after, their dad had gained his wits back enough to call 911 before trying to stave off the bleeding. Luckily nothing major had been hit, but it had been a deep gash and it needed stitches, and when he'd been released back home a day later, he'd come back to an empty house, broken items still strewn everywhere, a distraught Sammy and Bobby waiting for him with packed bags. John had handed himself into the police. There was to be an investigation and he and Sammy were to stay with the Singer-Mills for the time being.

"Cas." Dean snapped back to the here and now with a needy whine, as the man finally seemed to have decided to stop his teasing, tonguing Dean's shaft with fervor before enveloping the head of his erection with his hot warm mouth. Dean's hands scrambled for purchase, the one still in Cas' hair tightening its grip and holding the head in place, maybe with slightly more force than necessary, but Dean just wanted to feel more. Cas moaned and the vibrations made Dean buck up his hips, shoving himself deeper into the man's willing mouth.

Castiel pulled off after another long suck, leaving Dean panting and grumbling, but he shut him up soon enough when his mouth met the teenager's, tongue sliding against red swollen lips, prying them open. Dean's arms snaked around Cas' back, gripping tight and pulling him fully on top. They almost had lost this, Castiel could have almost lost a lot more than just being with Dean, and yet here they were, finally able to openly enjoy each other's company. Finally safe. Castiel sighed into Dean's mouth, half in arousal, half with overwhelming gratitude that he was able to have this again.

After John had retracted his initial statement, and there had been no more evidence other than the words of an ex-boyfriend and estranged brothers, three months after the whole ordeal had started, the case finally had been dropped for good. Castiel, for a very brief moment, brought on by relief and pettiness, had considered making good on his threat and go after Alan and his brothers for slander. But after long conversations with Dean, they had mutually decided that they just wanted this to be over, and to be able to get on with their lives.

Neither had expected at that point that it would take them till Spring Break to finally physically be together again. Adverse weather conditions thwarted their plans for Christmas and Dean's school schedule had been working against them. But apparently, absence really did make the heart grow fonder, Dean had to concede the minute he'd set eyes on Castiel after all that time. That weird, constantly there, undercurrent of affection and attraction had exploded in his chest, and as much as he just wanted the man, he also just wanted to be with him, be in his presence and if that was not love, then Dean had no idea what was, and he could tell that this was also true for Cas.

And for all that it had been excruciating to stay apart for that long it had, if anything, proven that their relationship was something real, tangible. That they both were invested in it and willing to work with what they had been given. Something that over time had helped warm Bobby and Jody to the idea of considering Castiel Dean's boyfriend, and openly engaging in the topic, for which they both were very grateful.

Castiel traced his thumb across the scar again and felt the teenager's intake of breath, the slight tremor that went through him. This was a part of Dean now, just like his freckles and magnetic green eyes. A testament of where they have come from and what it almost could have cost them. He shuddered at the thought that just for a moment, there might have been the very real possibility of losing Dean, in a very fatalistic sense. Initially, he'd only heard the accounts of what happened second hand from Sammy and Bobby and then eventually from Dean himself, once he was ready to open up about it. When he had first heard, he had wanted to race up there and punch John's lights out. In hindsight it had probably been a good thing he didn't get the time off work. For a long time he just wanted to hate John Winchester. But he knew Dean didn't, couldn't hate his father, and if anyone would have the right to do so, it was the teenager.

In fact, they had a near falling out when Dean had refused to press charges and Castiel just could not see rhyme or reason. But after two days of not talking, and a pleading call from Sammy of all people, urging him to sort out his 'shit' as Dean was just unbearable, skulking around the house and, by right, it should be Sammy who should be the moody teenager, Castiel had come to the conclusion that he should trust Dean on this, just like he would trust him on other issues. After all, Castiel could sympathize with trying to hold on to 'family' despite differences.

While he personally never wanted to have anything to do with either Balthazar or Raphael again, he still held out hope that one day, if not able to fix, then at a minimum, be able maintain a civil relationship with his mother, who at least had called the actions of her eldest sons despicable (although Castiel was under no illusion that the main reason for that was because they had risked dragging the family name through the mud). Maybe he could even rebuild some form of communication with his sister, although he hadn't heard from her since the funeral. And of course there was Gabriel, who besides all his quirks and faults, had stood by him. He'd had a near fit once he found out what their brothers had done and despite his own problems, finally having decided that he didn't want to be married to a bigot any longer and the subsequent 'family drama' and not so friendly custody battle (still ongoing), had been down to visit Castiel more than once in the last few months.

In the end, despite their differences in age and life experiences, they were both a bit of a mess, and all they could do was be there for each other as they put the pieces of their lives back together.

Without Dean pressing charges, John had been released and returned home. Bobby had come through and yelled at the man for two hours straight (according to Dean) and spelled out in no uncertain terms that he would not set eyes on his boys again until he once and for all straightened himself out. A week later John had found an anger management course and returned to his AA meetings. It was a start.

Cas shivered as Dean's nails raked over his skin, leaving faint marks in their wake. God, he wanted Dean so badly, his whole body ached with the need. Now, he was finally able to fully acknowledge this. Nothing was holding him back anymore. The people that mattered in their lives knew and to varying degrees accepted and supported their unusual relationship, and legally they were finally free to be who they wanted to be. And right now he wanted to show Dean just how much he wanted him, kissing and nipping at every bit of skin he could get access to, leaving the boy a whimpering mess under him.

Dean grabbed him around the hips and pulled him down fully, grinding their groins together, communicating without words exactly what it was he was so desperate for. Cas knew of course, and was just enjoying keeping the teenager on the edge. Dean sighed when Cas finally relented and got the lube, nudging his legs further apart, taking his sweet time preparing him, maddeningly slow and gentle. Cas just wanted to feel it all, every twitch, and jerk and gasp of breath coming from Dean.

"Cas, please-" Dean grabbed him by the chin and pulled him up for a pleading kiss.

Cas looked into those lust blown eyes and was lost. "Anything you want-" He panted against Dean's lips.

"I- I always wanted to try- can I ride you?" Dean stammered, still figuring out this whole asking for what you want during sex business and not to just let it happen. Cas' swallow was audible and he nodded his head, eyes never leaving Dean's, Dean gazing back as they shifted position. Dean straddled Cas and reached between them, bringing Cas' erection to his entrance, throwing his head back with a moan as he slowly sank down on it.

The sex was slow and sensuous. Neither was in a particular hurry to finish, more content just to enjoy the feeling of each other. Dean took a moment to figure out this new position, how to move his hips in time with Cas' gentle thrusts. Cas' strong hands were gripping his hips, guiding him, finding a rhythm that suited them both, Dean rolled his hips ever so often while lifting himself up and slamming back down, Cas meeting him halfway with upwards thrusts of his own, until on one push Cas hit his prostate and Dean near doubled over, before begging him to do it again. All too soon they both were panting and sweaty, holding each other's gaze as they slowly hurdled towards their release, Dean was the first one to surrender as he came with a yelp, Cas following a few thrusts later. They collapsed beside each other, while trying to catch their breaths.

Eventually Cas found the energy to get up and fetch a cloth to clean them both. The teenager still seemed too out of it to move and let Cas maneuver him until he was tucked under the blankets. Cas followed a short while after and wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders, pulling him to his side, the teenager following willingly, resting his head over Cas' heart. Dean was just so happy at that moment, he could burst, he took Cas' hand and entwined their fingers, before bringing it towards his mouth and kissing each of Cas' knuckles individually, the man pressing his own lips against Dean's temple in return.

Both seemed to get lost in their own thoughts for a while, while comforting each other with little touches and kisses.

"A penny for them." Castiel eventually broke the silence, after having spent the last five minutes just drinking in Dean's features, the gorgeous eyes he could just get lost in that currently were staring off into the distance.

"Huh?"

"Where were you?"

"I'm right here."

"I know, but your mind just seemed far away."

"Yes and no." Dean tried to explain. "Just- I'm so happy and- I can't believe we're actually here like this- right now, and just- it made me think- there's this guy at school-"

"Mhh," Cas hummed, squeezing Dean's shoulder in silent support to continue. If there was a very, very small voice inside of him that wanted to panic at those words, wanted to tell him that it would be only a matter of time before Dean would find someone better suited to his own age, he successfully squashed it down. They were here together after everything, and that must mean something.

"Well, it's- Prom's coming up and this guy, Aaron, he's in my study group and he's an ok kind of guy- and he always wanted to go and then- some assholes outed him a few weeks ago, and let's just say it's been hell for him. And despite his friends telling him to just ignore it and go, he doesn't want to- and I think it just sucks. And he's actually kind of nice and I've been thinking, maybe I should just ask him to go as my date…, not that I had planned on going and of course it wouldn't be an actual date, but- you know it would be totally awesome as a 'fuck you' to those fuckers. I know I'd be outing myself in the process, but not like I really give a shit about any of them. And anyway- you always say I should go to these stupid things and-" Dean's nervous ramblings were just too endearing and Cas just had to plant a kiss on the teenager's forehead.

"I think he would be a very lucky young man to have someone like you take him to Prom. If that is what you want to do, I support you all the way."

Dean rolled over, facing Cas, grabbing hold of his face as he placed a hungry kiss on the man's lips, which soon turned more passionate, and despite their earlier exertion (and his thirty years) Cas could already feel himself harden again and Dean was not far behind. Dean eventually ended up on top, nestled between Castiel's legs, taking immense pleasure in the way he was able to take Cas apart as he rocked into him over and over again until they both were spent for a second time and fell asleep wrapped up in each other.

#

Dean was getting frustrated. Castiel could see it in the tense slump of his shoulders, the increase in huffs and grunts and the way he worked his hand through his hair, aggressively like he was one step away from actually pulling it out.

"Why do they even need to know all this shit?" The teenager grumbled as he pushed the paperwork aside. He knew he had left it late to try and come to any kind of decision with regards to college and with applying this late, had a limited number of colleges to apply to. But all this thinking about test scores and GPA and AP Credits (like Dean even had those) and what the hell to study in the first place, was making his head hurt.

"Why do I need to go to college anyway?"

Castiel sighed. They had been over this more than once over these last few days. But he also knew how Dean worked and this was just his way of getting the frustration out of his system.

"You know you do not have to, if you really think it is not for you. Just- do not give up on it because the process of getting there seems daunting. You've worked so hard this last year, you might regret it if you didn't at least give it a try." Castiel put a mug of steaming coffee in front of Dean and pulled up a chair.

"I know- just, I don't even know where to go. I don't want to have to leave Sammy behind and I don't want to be away from you and- fuck, if I could just clone myself-"

"Hey." Castiel pulled Dean in for a kiss, the teenager's lips hard and unyielding for a moment before he allowed himself to relax and melt into the kiss.

"You looked after Sam your whole life, maybe it is time to be a little bit selfish. I am sure he will be just fine with Bobby and Jody looking out for him. Anyway, what would he want you to do?"

Dean grumbled something unintelligibly.

"Pardon?"

"Hewouldwantmetogotocollege." Dean grumbled just slightly louder.

"Damn right he would. And as for me, of course I would want you to be as close as possible, but this is your life we have to think about, and- I can't believe that I am practically about to give you the whole 'it's your future' speech. That probably makes me sound like a boring old fart."

Dean didn't want to laugh, he'd rather stay grumpy but he couldn't hold back the smirk at Cas' words. "Well, at least you're my boring old fart." He chucked. "Seriously, who even talks like that?" He leaned in, capturing Cas' lips, thinking this might be a far better time to spent his afternoon than filling out stupid applications.

"Nu-uh." Castiel pulled back after a moment. "We are not done here." Dean groaned in frustration.

"Ok, lets bring the map back up and see which suitable colleges are an acceptable distance from both Sioux Falls and Chicago."

Hours later they both fell into bed, too tired to do much else than cuddle, Dean grumbling about his wrist hurting for all the wrong reasons, but secretly content that he managed to sent out a couple of applications He was well aware that if it hadn't been for Cas he probably would have just said 'screw it' to everything. He had no idea whether to be excited or scared, most likely both, but more convinced than before that he at least should give this college thing a try. He had been working his butt off over this last year to graduate, might as well put the result to some good use.

#

"Oh man, I still can't get over the look on Gordon's face." Dean doubled over laughing as he and Aaron made their way to his car. Like the good prom date that he was, he was taking his date home after a good night out. Well, he knew very well what most of the other people were getting up to with their respective companions, apparently it was considered some right of passage, and if the rest of the school thought they snuck out and were driving off to somewhere to screw like bunnies all night, let them, for all Dean cared.

"Seriously, I thought he was gonna hit you- or sink into the floor in shame. Kissing him? What were you even thinking?" Aaron couldn't hold back his own laughter. Not that earlier he hadn't been mortified and actually scared that the situation might turn ugly real fast.

"It was the only way to get him to shut the fuck up. I seriously have no time for his bullshit, and- I just wanted to have a nice slow dance with my date." Dean teasingly whispered the last bit, giving the smaller teen a little wink and a nudge with his shoulder, chuckling at the answering blush, he was able to make out even in the relative dark of the parking lot. He hoped he wasn't overstepping any bounds. Aaron was fully aware that Dean was in a relationship, in fact the comical face Alan had pulled when Dean 'came out' and told him that he was with a guy, and no he wasn't making fun of Aaron but really wanted to take him to Prom, would forever be one of his most treasured memories. Dean had made the concept of this 'date' being on just a friendly basis, because they couldn't let the jerks win and stop them from having a good time, quite clear from the outset, and after only minimal reservations, Aaron had wholeheartedly thrown himself at the opportunity. And Dean couldn't help but try and make this a special, memorable occasion for his friend, especially after all the crap he had to deal with lately. And if he had gotten one over the assholes in the process, even better.

"Your carriage awaits." He joked as they arrived at his car, holding the door open like a gentleman. Thankfully John still felt bad for what happened last year and willingly handed over the keys to the Impala for the night when Dean had asked. He even seemed interested in hearing more about this 'Aaron' and whether it was anything serious; the 'does this mean you've gotten over Castiel' left unsaid but implied. Dean hadn't bothered to explain, the subject was still too sore to be addressed openly. His dad would find out in due time that Cas and he were stronger than ever when the older man would turn up to his graduation and be officially presented as his boyfriend for the first time, should anyone ask.

Aaron chuckled. "Thank you."

The drive home was done in relative silence, interrupted by little snippets of conversation here and there. Dean would have a hard time admitting it to anyone who might ask, but he actually had a good time, the 'jerk' incident aside. Actually no, even that was kind of funny. He half wished one of the douchebags had tried to deck him, he'd been itching for weeks to show them what's what, and it might even have been worth the suspension.

Dean pulled up in front of Aarons' house, killing his baby's engine and its accompanying rumble. He saw there was still light on in the living room, probably Aaron's mom waiting for the safe return of her son. She had near smothered Dean with her hug earlier, to her son's embarrassment, who had to remind her that this was just a friend taking him to Prom.

"So-" Dean started and then stopped, unsure of how to exactly end this evening. If it had been a real date, he would have no problem, but at the same time just a friendly pat on the shoulder seemed weird too.

"So." Aaron echoed, turning to face Dean. "This is where I say goodnight, I suppose." He smiled shyly.

"Yeah-"

"Unless-" Aaron just for a second looked like he wanted to lean in and kiss him, and Dean was just about to protest when he changed course and gave him a chaste peck on the cheek.

"Thank you for tonight and- you're pretty awesome. I hope your guy knows how lucky he is."

Dean broke out into a grin, couldn't help it, his cheeks heating slightly. "Yeah, I think it's me that got lucky there."

The smaller teenager chuckled softly.

"Come on, I walk you to your door." Dean offered.

"You don't have to-"

"What kind of date would I be if I didn't?" Dean protested, getting out the car before Aaron could object further. He walked around the Impala and opened the door, holding out his arm for the boy to take.

Aaron smiled and took the offered arm and let himself be walked to the front door.

"Thanks again. It really means a lot to me you doing this. I will remember this for a long time."

"No problem. And so will I. We did have fun, didn't we?" Dean knocked their shoulders together affectionately. "And don't let those jerks get to you. You're a great guy." Dean returned the earlier gesture, placing a peck on Aaron's cheek before waiting for him to disappear behind the front door.

All the way home, he was buzzing with this nervous energy. He had enjoyed himself tonight, yet he desperately wished that Cas was here to share the experience with him, imagined what it might have been like walking through those doors with his gorgeous boyfriend by his side, chuckling to himself as he envisaged the shock on people's faces. He suddenly couldn't wait to get home and call Cas, was giddy with the prospect of hearing his voice.

Everything was dark and quiet when he got home. Dean was grateful for that as it meant he could curl up on the couch and give Cas a call before heading up to his and Sammy's room.

"Hello, Dean." Cas answered after the second ring.

"Heya, Cas. You been waiting for my call?" Dean chortled.

"Just being practical, having my cell next to my bed, in case of emergencies. Not like I was waiting for anyone in particular to call me and tell me how their Prom went, when they could- you know, call at a civilized time." Cas said blankly, although Dean heard the slight tone of affection underlying the statement. He was rather proud of his ability to interpret 'Cas' speak these days.

"You're in bed already?"

"Dean it is 1 AM."

"Oh, so it is! Time really is flying when you're having fun." Dean felt a bit stupid for not having considered that Cas might actually be sleeping at this time, or even more stupid for not at least having checked the time first.

"So you had a pleasant evening?"

"Yeah dude. It was- an experience but to my disappointment no one actually spiked the drinks and the music- I didn't expect much but come on- POP literally all night."

The low rumble of Cas' gentle laughter worked its way under Dean's skin. He curled up, pulling a cushion to him in a poor imitation of what the feeling of Cas in his arms might feel like.

"But other than that-?"

"Seriously- it was kinda great actually. Aaron had so much fun and he even dragged me on the dance floor, can you believe it, me dancing! And- oh the best bit- you won't believe this! One of the jocks wouldn't shut up about how 'wrong' it was watching two dudes dance and I ended up kissing his stupid face and-" Dean could feel the earlier laughing fit bubbling up in his chest. "You should have seen him Cas- his face was a fucking picture and he couldn't do a damn thing about it with Mr. Stephens patrolling the dance floor and his friends were all laughing at him and he ended up just storming out of there and-"

"Dean, that was rather immature and possibly dangerous." Cas tried to sound serious but Dean could her the amusement he was barely able to conceal.

"What can I say- I'm a dangerous kind of guy- that's why you love me."

Cas let out a long suffering groan, like it was a chore to actually love Dean, when in fact it was anything but. "Indeed, I do." He conceded after a moment with a fond sigh. "Still, I hope there will not be any repercussions from your actions. People like that are known to hold a grudge."

"Nah, don't worry. It's only a few more weeks till graduation and then I won't have to see any of them ever again."

"Mhh." Cas reluctantly agreed, hoping that Dean was right. "But that aside, you did have a good time."

"I did."

"I am glad to hear it."

"There's only one thing missing for the whole authentic, first class 'Prom' experience." Dean turned his voice low and husky.

"And what would that be?" Cas sounded seriously intrigued, maybe too tired to pick up on Dean's teasing tone.

"Sex with my date." Dean tried to deliver the line without getting into a fit of giggles.

"Ah- okay…" Cas stuttered for a moment.

"But seeing as that's not an option, you know as it was not really a date and because the actual person I want to have sex with is like a stupid 10 hour drive away- I might just have to miss out on this milestone of an experience."

"Dean?"

"Unless…"

"Unless what?" Cas sounded lost.

"Don't you always say I should embrace these 'age appropriate activities'? It would be a shame to miss this one." Dean's heart was suddenly beating faster and he could feel himself tightening in his pants, despite the fact that this was just meant to be a joke, just something to wind the older man up a bit. Yet the thought of possibly getting off like this with Cas on the phone was suddenly a very appealing one. Maybe that was why the next words that left him mouth were, "What are you wearing Cas?"

Cas sputtered for a moment over the line before he found words again. "Are you being serious right now?"

"I can be-" Dean tried for seductive but probably failed by a mile.

"I- God you are, aren't you?" Cas stammered, not quite sure what to say or how to react.

"Well, I have been thinking about you an awful lot tonight, and all the things we might be getting up to right now if you had actually been the one going to Prom with me."

"God, Dean. You sure know how to kill a man." Cas groaned.

Dean laughed, it was kind of heady experiencing the effect he apparently had on the older man, even by just talking to him. It gave him a boldness he didn't quite knew he possessed. Oh, he had been flirty with people in the past and knew how to get what he wanted but this, for some reason it had always been different, more fragile with Cas. Maybe a certain amount of insecurity was born from the fact that he always felt so much more for the man, didn't want to risk compromising what they had. But right now he felt bold and needy.

"So? Am I going to do this on my own or- do you want to listen?"

"Dean." Cas sounded wrecked all of a sudden and Dean couldn't help but lean back onto the couch stretching out and opening the button and fly of his dress pants.

"I have to be quiet but- just know, I wish this was your hand working its way into my pants and grabbing me just ri- iight-" His breath hitched on the last word as he touched his erection, giving it an experimental stroke. "Cas-" Dean whimpered, hearing the man's heavy breathing over line, making him even harder.

Dean-" Cas growled. Dean was pretty certain the man was touching himself now as well and that thought sent a jolt of electricity straight through him.

"Tell me what you're doing-" Dean panted, already coiled so tight that he knew he wouldn't last long, as he continued with fast, unyielding strokes.

"I'm- in bed. God, I wish you were here, just hearing you talk to me like that, and imagining you touching yourself as I, I-" Cas' voice broke off for a moment as he gulped in some air, hand working over his shaft furiously.

"Cas, more-" Dean half panted half whispered, only too aware that he was exposed on the living room couch but too close and too aroused to care.

"I- so close already. The things you do to me- I'm almost there, just from hearing your voice, imagining you hot and flushed as I suck you off-"

"Cas, damn, Imma-" Dean grunted and dropped his cell as he came, biting down on his arm to stave off any noise. It surprised him in the end how close he'd already been, normally when he did this by himself it took him a few minutes to get going. God, Cas would be the end of him.

It took him a moment to come back down and then he fumbled for his cell. "Cas, are you-"

"almost there- Dean-"

"Want to hear you-"

With a loud low groan, which Dean had come to associate with Cas' climax, the man came and if Dean hadn't been so worn out, he might have gotten aroused just from the noise again.

They panted into he phone for a minute, both catching their breath as their heart rates returned to normal.

"So- that was… new." Dean chuckled, now that the high was wearing off he started to feel a bit self-conscious about the whole thing, about his boldness in initiating actual phone sex.

"It sure was, I have never done anything like it." Cas confided.

"You're saying I'm corrupting you?" Dean couldn't help the tease.

Cas sniggered. "Wasn't I supposed to be the one corrupting you?"

"Too late for that I'm afraid." Dean laughed, even while his body and heart were aching for Cas being here with him. "God, I wish you were here." He blurted out.

"I miss you too. But it's only another three weeks. That is basically nothing for us."

"Yeah." Dean yawned the evening suddenly catching up with him.

"As much as I would love to stay on the phone with you, you sound tired. Go to bed Dean. We'll talk in the morning."

"'K. Love you." Dean yawned again.

"Love you too." Cas replied just barely containing a yawn of his own.

Dean grinned as he disconnected the call. He would never grow tired of hearing those words. They kept him warm and gooey inside all the way up the stairs, into the bathroom for a quick cleanup, and followed him into his dreams.