Hey, sorry for the delay, but like I wrote few weeks ago, I had a thing. The thing is now officially over (and finished beautifully) so I can get back to my weekly updates. I was also struck with another fic idea so I had to write a few things down.

Also I would like to add that this chapter is horrendous. Why did I think Cas' birthday was a good idea?


Sam was having an awesome time. Sure, his legs were killing him, he could feel the beginning of a headache and would definitely never go shopping with his brother again. But all things considered, it still was beyond awesome. He haven't seen Dean so worked up over something since his brother's Shop Opening Day. Then he took pity cause that jerk had at least legit reason for a teenage worthy freakout. Now, since the situation wasn't serious in the slightest, he could relax and enjoy his brother's fretting.

Dean had spent every day, since Sam's birthday party, looking for a perfect gift for his boyfriend. And again, if it wasn't so funny, Sam would be the slightest bit worried, cause in the course of the shopping spree subsequently Sarah, Jo, Charlie and Pam forfeited their position as gift adviser. It's the first time the younger man saw them choosing not to vocalize their opinion on a subject.

The whole thing was just ridiculous, cause if you'd ask Sam, Cas would be glad with anything Dean would present him with. He was even willing to put money on that Dean could show up empty-handed at Cas' this weekend and the other man would be content.

So yeah, Sam saw no reason to panic. He just decided it was time for intervention and some common sense, when Dean tried to ask Mom for help. Brothers don't let brothers give their boyfriends gifts bought by mothers. That, and he had to be there to commit this wonderful spectacle to memory, for future generations. Two greatest sibling duties. And for the sake of the Winchester name he would prefer his brother to be able to think straight. Which was definitely not happening now.

"How about painting materials?" Dean asked as he turned to enter some male fashion shop called "Favourite colours". Sam was snapping pictures like crazy cause he knew a blackmail material when he saw one. Dean looked so out of place at the posh shop with his worn leather jacket and torn jeans. Sam wasn't exactly fitting in himself with his plaid shirt.

"You're seriously going? It's a family event, Dean."

"So?" Dean asked as he plunged into the cufflink section.

"So, you've said it yourself, you don't do parents." Sam argued, dismissing the shop assistant who was heading their way.

"When did I said that?" Dean moved to another section.

"Twelfth grade, Amanda Heckerling."

"Dude, you think I haven't matured since the senior year? Thank for a vote of confidence brother. Now make yourself useful and tell me which one of those you think Cas would prefer." Dean asked, presenting two-still-looking-the-same ties.

"I don't know. He's your boyfriend. You should know what he likes"

"Yeah, but you know all about these fancy stuff. When was the last time you saw me in a tie?" Sam had to agree and he was opening his mouth to help his brother when the other man decided to ruin the moment. "...whereas you, Samantha, probably rent separate bachelor pad where you can visit your ties and watches."

"That's a nice way to ask for help. I'm gonna let it slide, cause you're gonna drive yourself crazy. Why won't you just build something for him like you do for all of us." Sam asked the question that was bugging him from the beginning. Dean was making his own presents for almost two decades and everybody loved them – gifts made strictly for the person.

"I don't want him to think I'm cheap." Dean sighed.

"That's crazy talk. You've like, paid for my birthday party and built me a beautiful nursery."

"I did. But I didn't know what to make." Dean put the ties down, shoulders slumped in defeat. "I've only seen him drooling over the bookcase and it'd take me few months." he seemed to ponder over something. "Just, tell me which tie."

"This one." Sam pointed at the more cerulean one, not having to guess what caused Dean to pick that one up. "But I'm telling you – handmade gifts are the best"

"Yeah, maybe hand-prints in paint for Father's Day." The older Winchester mumbled as he walked to the cashier. The mention of children reminded Sam of his question.

"Dean' I'm gonna be a parent soon..." he started.

"Yeah, yeah. I got the memo. You're so freaked it's not even funny anymore."

"Yeah, well. Sarah and I have a load on our plate. We're making some major adjustments. I have a right to be scared."

"You do. But I know you're gonna do great."

Do you know what I'm most afraid of?" Sam asked hesitantly.

"Clowns?" Dean offered helpfully pulling his credit card out.

"Shut it, jerk." Sam pushed him a little, ignoring the cashier's look. "No. That I'm gonna be bad at this. I can't screw this."

"Sammy, you haven't screw anything in your life. You're not gonna start now." Dean said his face drained of all humor. "And if so, you have a whole clan to kick your ass into a proper course of action. You think Mom and Dad are gonna let you screw this?" Dean asked still serious. "Or aunt Ellen or Kate? Or me for that matter?" He continued as they left the shop. "Don't worry little brother. You've got an entire family to meddle in your parenting."

"I do, don't I?"

"Yeah. Now answer me that. Did I really just spent that amount of money on a tie Cas won't even wear?" He asked presenting the receipt to his brother.


"You brought me a gift?" Cas asked when he and Dean finally made it to his room after the usual round of greetings with his family. It went pretty well, just as Cas expected, better even, since his Mom squealed a little less that he'd foreseen.

"Yeah," Dean answered, but it was done in such a squirmish manner that even after their short acquaintance Cas could tell the other man was trying to hide something. "Actually, I brought you three gifts." he said and moved to retrieve the stuff.

"First, I made you a gift. But then I thought it would maybe make me look cheap, that I can't even buy my boyfriend a gift, so I bought something to go with the first gift, but it would require you to use it with the first gift, and I didn't want to force you, in case you wouldn't like what I've brought. That's why I went and bought the third thing, which is an actual gift, and the first two were just prep." Dean gave a nervous laugh, scratching his neck awkwardly.

Cas really tried to keep himself from laughing during the whole confession, he really did. And he managed for a while there. Until he couldn't anymore. "Dean Winchester, you must be the cutest thing ever."

Dean finally looked up. "I am? It's OK if you don't like it." He said, producing three boxes out of his duffel.

"I'm sure I will." Cas accepted the box from some fancy shop the name he didn't recognize, though it must have been some real high-end place cause Balthazar basically squeaked when he saw the label earlier. It was probably something with an excessive amount of 'u's in the name.

"Dean..." Cas sighed seeing the expensive tie his boyfriend spent money on.

"You don't like it?"

"I love it, and I could definitely use the tie, but that's really too much." Cas really didn't want to be responsible for Dean living on ramen for the rest of the month.

"Tell you what," Cas wound his arms around Dean's waist and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "If I'm able to make use of the rest of the gifts you've brought me, you'll return the tie, OK."

Dean peeked shyly at him through his obscenely long lashes. "OK, but you really have to like it, not just pretend you do."

"Don't worry." Cas kissed him again. "I will be properly disgusted if the presents won't suit me."

"That's what I'm talking about man." Dean said as Cas unwrapped the other gift.

It was a handmade key-chain to which there was a pair of keys attached.

"Dean?"

"Don't freak out. I'm not asking you to move in. I just don't want you to wander around in the rain like a lost puppy.


It happened on the previous week during one of those May storms. Cas walked into Dean's shop, dripping water from his clothes and shyly asked if he was allowed to wait there for Gabriel to pick him up. Dean facepalmed himself so loudly it echoed all around the shop. Then he packed Cas into the Impala, drove one block to the house and ushered him in the hot shower with an order to find some dry clothes. He had to return to the shop quickly, cause he left a job half finished (did he turn off the electric saw?) but not before preparing a mug of tea and a sandwich platter. Not that Cas was that incompetent in the kitchen. Dean just liked doing stuff like that for him. He also left a note that if Cas wanted to, Dean would drive him home the next day.

Cas must have liked the idea cause Dean found him sleeping on the couch later, when he got back. The dark haired man was dressed in a pair of borrowed sweats and a t-shirt. A look that could only be rivaled by naked Cas.

Dean once again cursed his too good heart that didn't allow him to woke the man up and ravish him on the couch. Instead he just dragged the half sleeping for to the bedroom and tucked him in for the night, himself following behind pretty soon.

When he woke up Cas was seating on his side of the bed with a sketchbook on his knee studying Dean thoroughly.

"Whatcha doin?" Dean mumbled with his cheek still pressed to the pillow, only one eye opened to look at his boyfriend.

"There's an amazing light play in this room in the morning and I wanted to draw you since we've met." Cas said and lowered his eyes shyly. "I hope you don't mind."

Dean lifted his head to throw some sassy retort but before he could he saw all the crumbled pieces of paper laying on the bed around Cas.

"What are those?" Dean asked confused.

"I couldn't get parts of your face properly."

"Cause I'm too handsome to be tamed by a mere picture?" Dean asked cheekily and crawled on his hands and knees toward his boyfriend.

"Or too much of a freak of nature with your goddamn lashes and freckles." Cas answered fondly, caressing Dean's cheek and studying him up close.

"I'm sorry my unearthly handsomeness bothers you. You'd prefer I was disfigured?"

"You think it's a rhetorical situation?" Cas patted Dean's leg affectionately. "Dean, with the bowlegs you're already halfway there."

"How dare you! Picked on first thing in the morning. Besides, I don't hear you complaining when they're wrapped around you."

Cas groaned at the memory "You're right. But seriously, Dean. Would you mind posing for me sometimes?"

Dean made a pose. "You wanna do the whole Titanic rack thing?" He wiggled his chest to made a point.

"Don't worry. I'll want to draw you even in few decades when you'll be sporting man-boobs." Cas said flippantly, but it warmed Dean a little bit, since it was Cas' first slip about them staying together.

"Not gonna happen. Gotta stay in shape for my man."


Cas didn't do much of sketching that morning but Dean discovered he really loved those slow morning when he had time to spend with Castiel. Hence the present. The idea was for his boyfriend to feel more comfortable at his place.

"See? Not really a birthday gift, just wanted you to have it."

Cas hugged Dean once again. "I love it. Return the tie, please."

"OK." Dean leaned in to kiss his boyfriend, but before they could go any further someone, Gabriel, banged on the door.

"Quit doing the dirty I need Cas downstairs for a minute." At that both men groaned.

"Sammy would be so proud." Dean exhaled. "Do I need to get ready to make a good impression?"

"No." Cas kissed him quickly. "They've just got back so they're dealing with missed calls and all that stuff. We're gonna get together tomorrow."

"Good. Gonna get in the shower now so I can get you another present later" Dean smiled smugly.

"You do that. But remember there's a house full of people."

The moment Cas entered his bedroom after half-hour long discussion with Gabriel regarding reasons he didn't want Blow-jobs served at his birthday diner, he was greeted with the sight of Dean wrapped only in his towel, lounging near the french window that looked on the fields behind the house.

"I see you've unwrapped my present?" Cas teased as he came close and plastered himself against Dean's back.

"I don't know how you're doing it here, but I actually undress before the shower." Dean turned to face Cas and put the man's hands around his waist. "So you can say I re-wrapped myself for you. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you."

"Guess what?" Dean guided Cas' roaming hands to his ass.

"Mmmm?"

"The gift had already came with batteries." He put Cas' finger into his already lubed and loosened hole.

"Oh, god... Dean..." Cas dropped his forehead onto Dean's collarbone as he effortlessly added a second finger. Dean took the lead in the undressing department, seeing as Cas was unable to tear his limb from Dean's intimate anatomy parts. Dean practically had to shake him to get the shirt out of the way. And just like that, Cas was back in action, leading Dean toward the bed.

"Come on, I want you under me." he said and started backing up, his fingers still in Dean, using them to pull the other man in his direction.

By the time they were settled into the mattress Cas was three fingers in, opening Dean up, while the other man used his lubed hand to jerk and prepare Cas' now hard cock. They both groaned as Cas breached Dean's rim and went all the way inside. He stopped himself so that Dean could get used to the feeling but started a slow rhythm just as the men beneath him begun to move his hips.

"So good Cas." Dean breathed and he was met with a loud groan. "But you've gotta keep quiet, baby. You don't want to alert the whole house. Don't wanna show them what I let you do to me." Dean kept murmuring into Cas' ear, feasting his mind on with the little whines that escaped the other man. He dug his hand into the man's hair and pressed Cas' face into his neck in order to muffle some of the sounds. Cas was really vocal in bed and while every little whine and whimper did things to Dean, he didn't want the whole family to have the insight into their sex life.

That didn't mean Dean wasn't going to tease his boyfriend a little and make it harder for him to remain inconspicuous. He knew Cas got more turned on by Dean's shouts but there was another thing, Dean discovered during their first time together, that got Cas loose all inhibitions. Cas was a sucker for dirty talk and Dean was about to put that knowledge into use.

"You fill my hole so nice, baby" Dean kept panting into Cas' ear. "Make me feel you. I want to feel it tomorrow when we'll be sitting at the table."

Dean's rant was rewarded with a whimper followed by Cas biting hard into his shoulder in revenge. But Dean was prepared for it.

"That's right... mark me, Cas..." another whimper "so that everyone could see what I let you do to me... what I want you do to me, again... and again."

At that Cas took Dean's cock and started jerking it while his thrusts faltered a little bit. Dean felt the orgasm coming given he was halfway there before they even started so he felt he needed to pick up his game.

"That's it. Harder...Next time I want you bareback so I could feel your cum in me." Another bite this time not in retaliation but to muffle Cas' shouts. Dean was also close both from the feeling, the image he planted in their heads and Cas' reaction to his words. Before he came he managed to add "your cum leaking out of my hole and dribbling down my thighs" and just like that they were both gone, Dean clenching and pulsating around Cas, who gave few more thrusts through their orgasms.

"Don't think I don't know what you were trying to do there" came, after a while, a muffled sound from Dean's neck.

"I'm sorry?" Dean chuckled weakly. "Trying? It ain't called trying if you've succeeded."

"Whatever, don't think I'm gonna let this one go." Cas hoisted himself onto his elbows to take a better look at the other man. "You're gonna pay for that."

"You're gonna punish me for making you come?" Dean snorted. "That's the worst positive reinforcement technique I've ever heard of."

"Or I could reward you. Make good on your fantasy if you were serious."

"Well, I'm clean..." Dean said dismissively.

Cas looked between them "The evidence speak against that." He pointed to their stomachs. "Shower?"

"I've already taken one. Why did we stay quiet if I have to do the walk of shame later?"

"Come on. I'll smuggle you with me." Cas said as he nudged Dean.

"OK." Dean groaned as he got up. "But don't count on me bending for soap."

"You asked for it." But he shoot Dean a concerned look. "Too rough?"

"No, just right." Dean kissed Cas to calm him.

"Good. Now let's go." The dark haired man grabbed his hand but before going to the door he added. "Now you really have to take the tie back."


"You guys weren't as quiet as you'd like. It was easy to hear you." Gabe smiled smugly as the two of them showed up for breakfast the next morning. Balthazar laughed at that.

"Yeah, especially with your ear pressed on the other side of the door." Anna shot back at him. "Don't pay attention to those jerks. They're just jealous and on top of that they posses the maturity of a fourteen-year-old."

"Thanks, Anna." Cas leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. Dean offered a small smile. They've met yesterday but Anna just as their parents were freshly out of the road, so the meeting was only brief before they've started occupying the bathrooms and phones in order to catch up on work.

"No problem. Nice to see you like that." Anna said to Cas but her eyes flickered to the man behind her brother. "It's been a while." Cas also looked behind at Dean and smiled.

"Oh, we have a Winchester fan club here I see." Bathazar chimed in after a pause in conversation.

"Jealous much, Balthazar." Dean asked with a grin as he accepted his coffee.

"Not at all, just curious what the fuss is about. Maybe you could take your shirt off so I can see for myself." Bathazar leered at Dean from his chair. A low growl emanated from his dark haired cousin. "Balthazar."

"Don't worry, Cassie. Just looking. You're not afraid of some friendly competition, are you?"

Dean turned to placate Cas a little bit but the look on his boyfriend's face only made his dick jerked in interest. Possessive Cas was hot as hell and Dean decided to file the information for later.

"OK, put your junk away, both of you." Gabe yelled from behind the counter. "I'm gonna loose yesterday's lunch and I just finished with Cas' Hickeys." It was Dean's turn to growl.

"Woah, calm down, Big Guy. I come bearing gifts." Gabe backed off showing bunch of cookies in white icing with red icing spots here and there.

"I meant no harm." Balthazar backed off. "I just thought that Dean over here could help with some chores around the house. And if I think he should do in shirtless it's just a tribute to proud American handyman traditions."

The entire day went like that. Them lounging between the kitchen and the living room that, for once, didn't look like Chuck's writing room. Sometime around noon Cas' parents showed up and they all started slow preparations to Cas' birthday diner. Cas was actually quite concerned Dean would be bored. His family events were dull compared to the experience he had at Sam's birthday, The Novaks family celebration in a form of a dinner, maybe more extravagant than usual and family evening in the living room. But Dean seemed to have a great time helping Gabe with food preparation, Cas ushered out of the kitchen as the most incompetent one in that particular subject. He sat on the other side of the counter and was cheered with few kisses from Dean.

But at some point he had to leave the place and retreat to the barn. It was when his mother decided to sit with him and witnessed the, as she put it, cuteness of the new pairing. At some point they were called OTP, which gave Cas a sneaking suspicion the next book his mother would work on would feature a homosexual pairing with one man named Jimmy (Cas' middle name) and the other being the cowboy type.

He was quickly summoned from the barn when Missouri and Linda arrived, not wanting to miss any second of the two women acted towards Dean. They also made a good work of placating his mother's gushing which made the entire thing less embarrassing.

At the end of the day Cas could tell that Dean figured out how to deal with Missouri, found a common ground with Anna, showed amazing patience towards his mother's romantic views and managed to drink Gabe and Balth under the table.

"He's fitting in rather nicely, isn't he?" Asked his father hesitantly as Cas stood on the porch waving Dean goodbye. He insisted he'd stay but Dean argued that Cas needed alone time with his family after such a long time.

"He really is, Dad. And I am too."

"Good."

"Yeah, that's really good." Cas smiled to himself.


Yeah, sorry for that. And another pastries from Inkpot Satsuma cause I become as barren as Sahara when it comes to Gabe's cooking ideas.

Next chapter would be something planned so not as sloppy (hopefully). Camping trip!

Please review if you feel like it so I won't loose faith in this fic.