Dean woke to a strong arm wrapped around his chest, pulling him inwards so his back is flushed against Cas' chest. He would have complained bitterly about having to be the little spoon but it actually felt damn nice having Cas' arms wrapped around him, legs tangled together and Cas' face buried in the crook of Dean's neck.

Realisation rushed to him as memories from the night before started to sweep across his brain like wings cutting through the air. He had crossed a line, a huge bright red 'Do Not Cross' line really, by sleeping with his resident and there was a strong chance he could get kicked out the intern program. He'd barely been there three months as well.

Way to go Winchester, way to royally fuck up the best thing going for you in your life.

He had spent all those years and all those thousands of dollars desperately trying to become a surgeon and really make something of his life then he went and fucked it up because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Typical.

He could go about this in two ways; the first was that he could move his ass out of the bed and get ready for work while pretending that his boss wasn't lying ass naked in his bed. The second was that he could stay wrapped in Cas' arms for another fifteen minutes until his alarm went off then he could have a freak out over the ass naked boss. The second option meant that he stayed warm for another fifteen minutes. With a very naked Cas.

Sure it was stupid and he'd probably get fired but he went with option two. Warmth and naked Cas won in the end because the bed was really warm and Cas' arms felt kinda nice wrapped around him. It had nothing to do with his shit willpower because he doubted that anyone could resist a naked Cas wrapped around them. Dean burrowed his face further into the pillow when he heard Cas mumble something sleepily.

"What?" Dean asked. He hadn't even realised that Cas was awake.

"I said 'Stop fidgeting.'" Cas mumbled into Dean's neck. His warm breath sent a shiver down Dean's spine and he couldn't stop himself from moving closer into the warmth so Cas' lips were pressed against Dean's neck, soft pressure pressing into the warm skin. Ok that probably had something to do with shit willpower. He had fourteen and a half minutes left of this so he was going to revel in it. "You're alarm goes off in fourteen minutes or so and I don't plan to move before then because I'm very comfortable. So stop fidgeting." Cas whispered with a small huff. Clearly Cas wanted to go with option number two as well.

"What will you do if I don't?" Dean asked playfully. Cas groaned sleepily and tightened his grip around Dean's chest.

"I am your resident and therefore in charge of the pages you receive. I have two words for you; infected abscess." Cas mumbled.

"You should probably go and a get that checked out if you've got one you know." Dean shot back with a wide grin even though he knew Cas couldn't see it. Cas could threaten him all he wanted but Dean knew he'd never give Dean crappy patients once Dean gave him the same smirk that had made him infamous back in Lawrence.

"You're infuriating Dean Winchester." Cas said placing a kiss on Dean's shoulder. "What on earth do I see in you?"

"I'm damn adorable and a secret genius." Dean retorted

"And not at all modest." Cas said with a loud snort. With another grin Dean rolled over to face Cas. Ok this was all a terrible idea but it was also damn fun and that was all Dean cared about at that moment. He hadn't felt something remotely like how he felt for Cas in a long time. Without saying another word Cas pulled him into a deep kiss, his hands roaming across Dean's back as he did so. Dean's hips arched at the touch and Cas' lips curved up into a smile through the kiss. "I know I said that we have a while before your alarm goes off but I need to shower." Cas said pulling away slightly. Dean groaned to himself as slivers of cool air seeped between them. "Join me?" Cas asked cocking his eyebrows. Thirteen minutes of lying in bed or thirteen minutes of making out with Cas in the shower. There was no competition.

Dean pulled himself out his bed and closely followed Cas into the cramped bathroom that was slowly being filled up with far too much of Jo's crap. Why the woman needed so many bottles of shower gel was beyond Dean. Also why most of them had to smell like vanilla was a real mystery.

Getting his first shot at solo surgery was Dean's greatest joy in life but being pushed against his shower wall and kissed hungrily by Cas came in at a very close second. He was definitely rethinking this thing between them being over once his alarm went off for work as Cas effortlessly lifted Dean up so he was able to wrap his thighs around the other man's waist. Jesus fuck Cas was strong. Steaming hot water hit Dean's hyper sensitive skin as Cas kissed him deeply, his tongue exploring the planes of Dean's mouth until he was left breathless. Cas' deft fingers carded through Dean's hair with feather soft touches. The touches alone were enough for Dean to slowly come undone, everything Cas seemed to do made him hyper sensitive and alert. Deft hands roamed over his body, ghosting over his ribs, hips and digging into the strong muscles in his back. The knots of tension in Dean's back were kneaded out by Cas' skilled hands, the difference between the pressure against his lips in the pressure that Cas was applying to his muscles made Dean's head reel. His breath was becoming more and more shallow as a loud blaring noise ripped through his small apartment.

The invention of alarms was as evil as the invention of prejudice, bigotry and Crocs.

"Time's up Winchester." Cas said as he let go of Dean, his lips ghosting across Dean's ear.

"Like fuck it is." Dean muttered back pulling Cas into a firm kiss.

"You are incorrigible Winchester." Cas said once Dean released him. "And you have awful morning breath." Dean smacked him on the thigh making Cas let out a loud yelp. Dean went to get them both towels and he threw one at Cas before wrapping one around his waist. Cas was soon given a spare toothbrush from the drawer next to the sink and Dean made sure he doubled up on the toothpaste to combat the morning breath problem. He probably didn't even have morning breath, there was a strong chance Cas was just being an ass, but he wasn't going to fix it.

It wasn't until Dean was midway through brushing his teeth, slightly hindered by Cas nudging him with his hip, when he realised that he'd never seen or heard from Jo since before he'd come back to the apartment. She was always up when Dean's alarm went off so it was obvious she wasn't in the apartment; Dean would have to send her a text message as soon as he had the chance. It was nothing new for Jo not to come back to the apartment, actually it was nothing new for either of them not to return to apartment after work. Sometimes Jo would end up asleep in either the on call room or the intern's locker room and Dean had taken to sleeping in the hospital when he'd been waiting on a heart for Krissy.

While Cas was getting changed back into the clothes he'd been wearing the night before Dean pottered around the kitchen, switching the coffee machine into life and throwing Pop Tarts into the toaster.

"I still have that shirt you let me borrow the last time I stayed here." Cas said almost smugly as he walked back into the kitchen in his jeans and a t-shirt. He stood next to Dean, leaning against the counter top, with a self-satisfied smile.

Dean smacked him on the side with a playful grin. "I know you do, you fucker. That's my favourite shirt as well." He said as the coffee machine beeped loudly.

"I can understand why, it's awfully comfortable." Cas said moving against Dean, still wearing that smug smile. "You might not ever get it back."

"Is that a challenge Novak?" Dean said cocking an eyebrow. Cas raised his own eyebrows as Dean pressed against him, eyes roaming over the other man's face shamelessly. He could lean in and kiss Cas lightly or use his tongue and hope Cas would let out the same moans he let out the night before, either way it didn't matter because Dean could do that. The barrier that had been between them on the rooftop and in Cas' apartment was gone now. Even if was a stupid idea Dean was determined for that barrier to remain gone. "What would I have to do to get my shirt back?"

"I could think of several things and none of them are hospital related." Cas said, his voice lowering sending a rumble of want through Dean's chest. "But, right now we need to be getting to the hospital so sadly you're going to remain clothed."

"Where's the fun in that?" Dean said with a huff.

"Well, does a mechanical valve replacement sound fun?" Cas asked. "You could scrub in and watch the whole procedure if you want." He suggested.

"I watched a porcine valve replacement at Yale but never a mechanical. You're not just asking me because of last night are you?" Dean asked warily.

"No, no I would never do that. I'm asking you because I'm hoping you'll be doing the same procedure by yourself in a few years and when you do you can credit me for teaching you the technique."

"Is that the only technique you're going to tech me Dr Novak?" Dean said, wagging his eyebrows.

"Like I said, you are incorrigible Dean Winchester. Is your brain, however large it may be, permanently in your pants?" Cas inquired with raised eyebrows.

"No, not always. It's sometimes in a scalpel." Dean said before lowering his lips ever so slightly to capture Cas' own in a kiss. Who had he been kidding? Last night couldn't be a one-time thing, he was pretty sure he was falling hard and fast for Cas and one night would never be enough. He wanted as many nights as he could get. He wanted to wake up to Cas' sleepy mumbling and ridiculous bed hair. He wanted long kisses in the shower and playful hip nudges while they brushed their teeth.

Fuck, he wanted Cas. All of Cas.

"I was right when I said you and I were going to have fun this year." Cas whispered into Dean's ear.

"Not gonna lie here Cas." Dean said as he gripped the kitchen counter because Cas' whispering was doing all kinds of things to him in that moment. "But I was convinced that you were thinking of killing me and using me as a cadaver for the skills lab."

"The thought has crossed my mind." Cas said with a low chuckle. "But then I decided screwing you senseless was more fun." Dammit Cas, there was no way they were getting to the hospital on time now. Dean caught Cas' lips in a hot and wet kiss, pushing the other man up against the counter as he did so. Their hips rutted together in a fast rhythm. "You have a one track mind Winchester." Cas said between kisses.

"You started it Novak." Dean shot back gripping onto Cas' hips for dear life.

"Yes, and now I'm finishing it." Cas said with a wicked grin as he slid out from Dean's grasp. Dean couldn't help but groan as Cas shot him a huge smirk as he walked towards Dean's room. "I'm going to have to borrow another shirt, going to the hospital in last night's shirt would be suspicious."

"Turning up in my shirt would be even more suspicious, dumbass." Dean pointed out.

"Maybe I'm just starting an illicitly acquired collection Dean Winchester's shirts." Cas said loudly from Dean's room.

"The first one wasn't taken illicitly." Dean called back. Cas reappeared in yet another of Dean's favourite shirts, Dean was sure he was doing this just to get a reaction out of Dean.

"That's what you think." Cas said as he buttoned up the shirt over his t-shirt. "Come on, there are rounds that need to be done and I have to talk to the chief sometime today about my research budget." Cas added. Dean handed him his jacket and a travel mug of coffee. Before Cas would have thanked him with a smile but now he leant over and closed the space between them with a kiss. Yeah that was something Dean could get used to.

"How is the research going?" Dean asked while they walked out his apartment.

"It's still in the paper stage but as soon as I can get my funding for it, as well as the head of department's sign off on it, I can move forward with it." Cas explained going further into his research as the pair drove towards the hospital. Cas' passion for his work was evident in every word he spoke and Dean listened with rapt silence as Cas talked through the next stages of his cardio research. The specialty of cardiothoracics had always interested Dean when he was in college and medical school but hearing Cas talk about it was on a whole different level, the passion he had for the specialty was evident in every word Cas spoke.

Dean pulled into the parking lot in almost next to no time. He mourned the loss of the time spent in the Impala, Cas sat next to him and talking away as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Dean wanted nothing more than to still the moments with Cas and honestly that scared him because it meant that he wanted this last, he wanted it to become a relationship before he even knew what Cas really wanted. Yes Cas had said he wanted Dean but what did that really mean? Did he want playful nudges while brushing teeth and teasing conversations over morning coffee? Did he really want Dean the way Dean was terrified of wanting Cas?

It took a few moments to realise Cas was saying something to him.

"Dean?"

"Huh?" Dean asked looking over towards the passengers seat.

"I asked if you were planning on going into the hospital anytime soon because otherwise we're going to be late." Cas said with a furrowed brow.

"Oh yeah, sorry…" Dean tried to say casually but he knew Cas could hear the falsity in his voice.

"You were thinking incredibly hard there, is everything alright?" Cas asked moving closer to Dean, a concerned look in his eyes. He placed a gentle hand on Dean's arm and gave it a small squeeze, his thumb stroking the skin exposed by Dean's rolled up sleeves. "Dean?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. You're right about us being late, we better get going." Dean said moving to open the door of the Impala but Cas stopped him. "I thought we were going to be late." Dean said raising his eyebrows in confusion.

"We are but if we are then I might as well make it worth my while." Cas said leaning into Dean's space. He caught Dean's lips in his own, his hand cupping Dean's jaw. Dean didn't care if anyone saw them, he didn't care if the whole damn hospital saw them because for the first in a while he just let himself be the person he really was and be with the person he wanted to be with.

It was completely freeing.

"Hey I'm sorry I never sent you a message last night to say I wasn't coming back to the apartment." Jo said hurrying up to Dean as soon as he walked into the intern's locker room.

"Cutting it close aren't you Winchester?" Ruby asked from across the room while she pulled her dark hair into the messy knot. "Aren't you afraid that Novak's going to slap your little wrists? Or are you into that kind of thing?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Like I said, sorry I never text you last night." Jo said raising her voice over Ruby's loud laugh. "Sarah invited me and Charlie round to hers for a few drinks and I ended up sleeping there. Why were you late, did your alarm not go off or something?"

"Yeah, something like that." Dean said distractedly as he quickly got changed. He thought he was in the clear until-

"Holy shit, is that a hickey?" Charlie asked poking Dean's shoulder where, sure enough, there was a large mark just below Dean's collarbone. Dammit Cas. He must have done it sometime during their shower that morning. "Did you score last night?"

"Um…something like that."

"Was it that skeevy looking nurse on the first floor that was at the party?" Jo asked examining the mark.

"The brunette with the huge hair and ugly shoes?" Sarah intoned.

"Yeah, that's the one." Jo said now poking the mark.

"Will you stop that?" Dean asked grabbing his scrub top and pulling it on over his head. "It was not the 'skeevy' looking nurse on the first floor and shut up about my sex life, I don't ask you a fuckton of questions." He added.

"What? Someone was stupid enough to go horizontal with Winchester? Impossible." Ruby said walking up to Dean with that damn smirk of hers plastered across her face. "You just don't have the same good looks as that brother of yours."

"Eighteen Ruby, he's eighteen years old and far too good for you." Dean said fighting the urge to throw up on Ruby's scuffed up sneakers. The next time his brother came to stay Dean was keeping him as far away from Ruby and her creepy, totally inappropriate intentions. "Come on, we're gonna be late." He said turning away from Ruby's skanky thoughts. He shoved his feet into his own sneakers and took off out the locker room, Jo hot on his heels.

"Hey ignore Ruby, she just says shit like that to wind you up." Jo said hurrying to keep up with Dean's strides. "I know you're super secret about shit like this but the hickey?" she asked. "From having Dr Sexy marathons in your pyjamas when you have a day off to coming into work with a hickey when I happen to know you're still getting over that ex-boyfriend of yours. What's changed?"

"We're having this little discussion now? Right before rounds?" Dean asked because did Jo really have to bring up the pyjama clad TV marathons?

"Yeah the rounds that you were almost late for because you were probably having post-sex pancakes or whatever it was you were doing."

"There wasn't pancakes, there was just coffee." Dean interjected. He and Jo reached the station where they normally met Cas for rounds and for a moment Dean was worried that Cas had been even more held up but a few seconds later Cas came hastening down the corridor with several files under his arms. Dean fought a smile as Cas used a file to try and hide a huge yawn.

"One day he's going to actually leave the hospital and sleep for more than a few minutes." Jo whispered. "He was probably here all night doing charts or tormenting the ER staff. Then again I didn't hear about him making Adam cry so he was probably watching over Krissy Chambers like a hawk." She added and Dean couldn't help but smirk at how far from the truth she really was. He'd let Jo think that, he'd even let her get away with being bitchy about Cas, purely because how much it amused him. "Are you scrubbing in on his mechanical valve op?" Jo asked as they were joined by Adam, Charlie and Sarah.

"Yeah, are you still gonna be wearing the ol' pink scrubs?"

"Fuck you." Jo said with a groan. "Working on the Vagina Squad is seriously driving me up the wall. I'm sick of seeing huge pregnant women cry over cuddly toys. All they can talk about is their kids or their vaginas, it's the worst."

"Well then it's a good thing you're not on the 'Vagina Squad' anymore." Cas said making Jo jump nearly a foot in the air. "Harvelle you're in orthopaedic, Milligan you're still in the ER on trauma and Blake you're going to be taking Harvelle's spot in OBGYN. Bradbury's with paediatrics and Winchester you're with me for the mechanical valve case. Does anyone have any complaints?"

"Really?" Charlie asked with a surprise tone; Cas really wasn't one for listening to interns complain.

"No, we're running late as it is so let's get going." Cas said motioning for Dean to follow him. He handed Dean the necessary files for Dean to get up to speed on the case while the other interns followed them. "I need you to get as up to speed with the case as possible before we go into surgery." He said to Dean before addressing Jo and the others. "The procedure is soon so if you all are able to watch I would suggest you do so, valve replacements are becoming more common so there's a chance it will come up in your intern exam." Basically Cas wanted them to all be there to watch the surgery because there was a 99.9% chance that a question about mechanical valves would come up on the intern exam. Yeah sometimes Cas could be hard on his interns but he was also pretty damn great.

"Dean." Cas called out as he followed Dean down the staircase. It was a few minutes after rounds and Dean was craving caffeine. Lots of caffeine. "I was wondering, if we're both out of here relatively early tonight would you like to come over to my apartment? I could cook dinner for us if you'd like." Cas said and Dean could hear the nerves in Cas' voice. He was nervous about asking Dean round to his apartment and it was impossible for Dean to not find it incredibly endearing.

"Two nights in a row? You're not sick of me yet Dr Novak?" Dean asked. The nerves that had been present just a few seconds ago disappeared as Cas rolled his eyes and gave Dean a nudge.

"Surprisingly I'm not, I'm quite amazed." He said jokily

"I am a charming guy, everyone wants my company." Dean said. "Dinner at your place sounds good, it's better than Mac and Cheese and Jo making snarky comments."

"Well while I enjoy Mac and Cheese I could live without Jo Harvelle's snarky comments." Cas said. "I should be finished by eight this evening so we could head back to mine for about half past."

"Yeah that sounds like a plan to me." Dean said. Cas' smile was so wide Dean was worried it would break his face. Without saying another word Cas closed the space between them and quickly kissed Dean. "If I get stairwell kisses just for agreeing to eat hopefully edible food what do I get for being a kickass intern in the surgery today?" Dean asked with a light chuckle.

"A very nice remark towards the attendings about how capable you are in surgery which will come in very useful when they're choosing the intern to solo assist on a surgery."

"They're choosing interns for a solo assist?" Dean asked. Sure stairwell kisses and maybe more hot showers was all well and good but assisting on a surgery was one step closer to performing solo surgery. "Ok then, a very nice remark will do."

"Good because I'd hate people to think that I was offering you sex for surgeries." Cas said jokily. Dean rolled his eyes, and damn if that didn't feel good, and gave Cas a small punch on the arm. "Tonight is about us, as in being an 'us' but the surgery today is about us being an intern and a resident. Just so people don't judge us." Cas added voicing those damn concerns Dean kept having. "Now go and get your coffee or you'll be an ass in the surgery."

"You're a damn good resident, I hope people tell you that more often." Dean said giving Cas a kiss before going off in the search for desperately needed caffeine. Well caffeine and maybe some advice from his brother. Pulling out his phone Dean quickly sent a text message to Sam.

If I told you I'd screwed up how surprised would you be?

The reply from Sam came back only a few moments later.

Not very. Who did you kill? Was it Jo? Do I have to represent you on 'Saucepan Destruction' grounds?

I didn't kill anyone.

Ok then who did you have sex with when you probably shouldn't have had sex with them?

Dean would have rolled his eyes at Sam's comment but his brother really did know him too well. A second text buzzed through moments later before Dean could even reply to the first.

Actually scratch that, I don't need to know the ins and outs of your sex life. Literally. Though if you're seeing someone now does that mean you called Michael and talked to him?

Damn, Dean should have known Sam would bring up Michael and make Dean feel guilty. Sam was right after all, he did need to talk to Michael and clear up everything between them, especially when Dean was beginning something with Cas.

Watching Cas in surgery was always fascinating, his technique was seem less and without a flaw but now Dean found it even more fascinating. He had begun to notice little moves Cas made that were completely unique and Dean found himself cataloging each of them to ask Cas about later on. There was the way Cas held the scalpel, how he did his stitches and how his deft hands cradled vital organs. Dean remembered with slightly reddening cheeks how those very hands had been roaming across his skin only hours before and he was incredibly thankful that this surgical mask hid most of his face.

As Dean continued to watch the surgery his mind wandered to Sam's words from earlier on in the day. Michael deserved to know about Cas, he deserved to know that Dean was with someone now. They had been together for a long time after all and Michael had been the one to be there for Dean when no one else had. He deserved more than having phone messages ignored.

Once surgery was over and the patient had been taken into recovery Dean scrubbed out, grabbed a well needed drink and went off in the search for a quiet corner so he could call Michael.

"Hello?" A sleep heavy voice said. Shit, Dean had forgotten about the time difference. It must have been the middle of the night in London. While some surgeries only felt minutes long they really took hours and the valve replacement had taken several hours at least.

"Hey...it's Dean." Dean said wincing at how awkward he sounded. This was Michael for fuck sake, they had been together for three years so why was he feeling awkward?

"Dean?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry it must be the middle of the freaking night where you are. I forgot about the time difference." Dean said looking down at his watch and yeah, it would have just gone past one in the morning over in England. Fuck.

"It's fine, I haven't long come home...it's good to hear from you."

"Yeah. I got you message, I'm sorry I haven't been in touch." Dean said once again wincing at his voice.

"Dean don't worry about it, Bela told me you seemed busy at the hospital." Michael said. Dean heard a light click on and the rustling of blankets. Damn Michael must not have long gone to bed. Now Dean felt even more guilty for calling so late. "How's it going? Have you scrubbed in on any good surgeries? I was allowed to watch a craniotomy the other day, it was amazing."

"Yeah, I have." Dean said with a grin as he started to tell Michael about Krissy's case. Krissy referring to Dean as doctor model made Michael chuckle for far too long. "So it turned out to be cardiomyopathy so bad she needed a transplant."

"Did you get to scrub in?" Michael asked with excitement. Talking to Sam about cases was good and all but Dean had missed talking through this stuff with someone who had been through medical school with him. People didn't understand the rush of surgeries like medical students.

"I had to fly to retrieve the heart and everything." Dean said.

"You willingly got on something that flies?" Michael asked in disbelief. After all it had only been a year ago that Dean had made them drive from New Haven to Washington instead of fly so they could spend Thanksgiving with Michael's family. "You must have wanted that surgery."

"Yeah...I got to hold the heart." Dean said still smiling from ear to ear at the memory. "The old heart, not the transplant heart, but it was still amazing."

"That's incredible Dean. It really is." Michael said but from the way he was taking Dean could sense that there was something else he really wanted to say. With a cough he spoke up again. "I'm not going to sit and pretend that Bela didn't mention a few things when I saw her." Michael's voice was serious and Dean thought about kicking himself because he really should have rung Michael sooner.

"What exactly did she say to you?" Dean asked.

"She mentioned that you might have met someone."

"Um...yeah...yeah I have." Dean said feeling heat run up his neck. "I didn't realise it when I saw Bela but now...yeah I've met someone."

"What are they like?" Michael asked. Of all the things he could have said Dean wasn't expecting that.

"He's...is it stupid that I think you'd like him?" Dean asked. Surprisingly Michael chuckled.

"No it's not stupid at all." Michael said reassuringly.

"Ok...but yeah I think you would. He's...well I thought he was a real asshole when I first met him but he sort of grew on me. He's a cardio resident here at the hospital. He's got a wicked sense of humour though and he's a really decent guy." Dean said. "He's...he's actually my resident. I know it's a total fucking cliche but I really like him. Messed up right?"

"It's not messed up. I'm happy for you Dean."

"Michael-"

"Dean I don't say that to make you feel guilty. We broke up for the right reasons. The distance would have broken is up in the end so don't feel guilty at all." Michael said in that firm voice he'd used so often in the past when Bela had said something incredibly snarky. "I'm glad that you're happy. I mean that as well."

"Thanks...that means a lot." Dean said.

"I'm flying back to the States in a few months. Naomi's boyfriends proposed to her and they're waiting until I have a break to throw the engagement party." Michael said. Dean winced at the mention of Michael's incredibly blunt sister. She's made no effort to hide her dislike for Dean whenever he'd been in the same room as her. "It would be good to meet up for a drink if I have a stopover in Illinois or you're not too busy."

"Yeah...yeah that would be really good." Dean said. After all he did miss Michael, not romantically but just the comforting notion that someone knew every little thing about him and still wanted to be part of his life. "I should probably let you sleep, we don't want you falling asleep in the middle of rounds."

"Says the person who once slept through a five hour lecture on cartilage because he'd stayed up all night playing Call of Duty." Michael said.

"You're just pissed I slept through that lecture and still got a higher score than you on the test." Dean pointed out with a chuckle.

"You're too smart for your own good Dean Winchester." Michael said fondly. "I'll speak to you soon, thank you for calling."

"Thanks for being understanding." Dean said before he said his goodbyes and hung up. A weight that Dean didn't even realise was in his chest lifted as he pocketed the phone. He had been wrong putting off calling Michael but now he was making amends. He reached for the coffee sat on a chair in front of him and wondered if Cas was finished with whatever it was that he needed to do, if so they could probably change and get something to eat soon, which was good as Dean was pretty damn hungry.

As if by magic the nearby elevator doors opened and out stepped none other than Cas himself.

"Oh hi, I was just coming to look for you." Cas said.

"Hey…what's with the face?" he questioned noticing Cas' guilty look. At first he was worried Cas had overheard some of his phone conversation but there was a smile under the guilty look.

"How hungry are you?" Cas asked.

"I could eat a horse or two. Why?"

"Could you put off coming back to mine for food for maybe another hour or two? I have a lot of paperwork that needs to be done by tomorrow morning. I'm sorry, I would put it off but I'd rather not." Cas said still looking like a scolded puppy.

"Do you have anything against eating burgers in your office then? I could grab some food and bring it back here." Dean said with a smile.

"You would stay here and watch me do paperwork instead of going out for dinner?" Cas said, surprise ringing in his voice.

"Dude there's gonna be fast food and you'll be there, that improves paperwork a fair bit." Dean said knowing what he was saying was dangerously close to 'cute' but he hoped the mention of fast food, of the extra greasy burger kind he was thinking, made it more manly. Or maybe Cas was one to appreciate a certain level of cuteness.

Cas' office was lit by a few small desk lamps and the soft glow they let off made the tiny room feel cosy and full of warmth. Dean placed the paper bag onto Cas' desk away from the stack of files and sat down in the only other chair in the room.

"Double cheeseburger or double bacon?" Dean asked as he pulled out the wrapped burgers along with a large portion of fires, beans, coleslaw and two large cups of coffee.

"Double cheeseburger please." Cas said moving a few files out of the way to make room for the food. "Did you get enough food?" he added almost sarcastically.

"Oh yeah, I even got dessert." Dean said holding up another, smaller, paper bag from the bakery that was next to the diner. "I didn't know if you were a pie, cake or cookie kinda guy so I just grabbed a few."

"I never say no to a well made cookie." Cas said before taking one of the coffees. "Thank you for this Dean, it is much better than eating a bag of stale potato chips from the vending machine. Though if you get any kind of sauce on those files then you're redoing them for me."

"Yes sir." Dean said with a sarcastic salute. He was incredibly conscious of sauce after that though. He did enough paperwork as it was never mind redoing Cas' files. "What about the odd coffee stain?"

"Then I will use you as a cadaver." Cas said as he reached for the pot of beans. "Did you pick up any cutlery?" he asked looking over the desk.

"There are spoons for the beans and 'slaw in the bag as well as forks and plates for the pie." Dean said pushing the two bags towards Cas. "I don't know even you like coleslaw, I can't stand the stuff, but Sam always used to bitch at me for not getting any."

"I can live without coleslaw. Your brother can keep it all to himself." Cas said with a small smile. "So, I get the feeling that I should probably ask you about last night." He added said while he tore a piece off his burger.

"Last night?" Dean asked before tearing into his own burger.

"We slept together Dean, not that I have to point that particular fact out seeing as you were there. We slept together and this morning I had one more of the more memorable showers of my life. Not to mention that I've been rather conscious of the mark you left of my collarbone being visible despite my scrubs, thank you that by the way." Cas said bluntly. "I don't make a habit of sleeping with people, especially those who I work with and last night I was truthful when I said I wanted to be with you."

Shit, this was Dean had wanted; he had hoped that Cas wanted him the same way as he did but at the same time a knot of anxiety wormed it's way into Dean's stomach.

"Cas I...I don't..." Dean mumbled. He hadn't been with anyone apart from Cas since he had broken up with Michael. His relationship with Michael had lasted for three years which was the longest relationship he'd ever been in. To go from that to another relationship was incredibly daunting. "You're my resident." He said voicing the one thing that was concerning him more than anything. Cas was his resident and because of that people would judge both of them if they became a couple.

"And if I wasn't your resident?" Cas asked cocking an eyebrow. "If I wasn't your resident, if I was just someone you met in a bar, would the internal struggle you're going through be different?"

"It's not an internal struggle." Dean said rolling his eyes. "I worked hard to get my grades in school, I worked hard to get into college and even harder to get into med school and this program. I don't want people to think that you're letting me scrub in on surgeries because we had sex."

"I'm not letting you scrub in on surgeries because we had sex or because I wanted to be closer to you. I've let you scrub in, and I'll continue to let you scrub in, because you're an excellent doctor." Cas said. "I don't care if I'm your resident, I want a relationship with you because I care about you. If my position at the hospital is a factor in you doubting us being in a relationship then I understand."

"Did you plan to have this conversation in your office knowing full well that I wouldn't leave because there was food or some shit like that?" Dean asked. Cas rolled his eyes but have him a tender smile.

"The thought had crossed my mind to be honest." He said. "I want to be with you Dean, plain and simple, but if you have too many doubts then I will understand and back away."

Dean's heart thrummed frantically in his chest as he looked at Cas' fiercely intense eyes. He was being given a choice to turn away and carry on like he had before but he couldn't stand the thought of last night being the only night he had with Cas. He wanted as many nights as Cas would give him. He wanted wet, soapy kisses in the shower followed by morning coffee. People would talk and there would be shitloads of repercussions but Dean had spent too much time in college not being who he wanted to be, not being with who he wanted to be with and he wasn't going to let that happen again.

"I don't have doubts Cas. I promise that you I don't have doubts about us. I just worked hard to get where I am, and so did you, so I don't want people to think that this thing between us is so I can get surgeries."

"And what exactly would I be getting out of this agreement if everyone thinks you've getting surgeries?" Cas asked. He moved closer towards Dean, a smile spreading across his face.

"My sweet ass?" Dean offered. Cas rolled his eyes, Dean was sure this would always be Cas' go-to reaction regarding Dean, but he still rose from the seat he had moved closer to Dean. With a swift movement Dean didn't even see completely Cas swung a leg over Dean's own until he was sat in Dean's lap, legs straddling Dean's thighs. He lowered his until his lips ghosted over the shell of Dean's ear.

"Modesty really was never your strong point was it?" Cas whispered into Dean's ear

"Nope." Dean said as a slow and easy smile spread across his face. He took Cas' own face in his hands and brought their lips together, feeling a complex rush as their lips moulded together. "Look, I care about what people say and think but I also really like you and at the end of the day liking you is more important than what people think." He said once they had broken apart.

"This is just about my position at the hospital right?" Cas asked. "It has nothing to do with me being a man?"

"No Cas, that's the one thing I really don't give a shit about. My brother and my parents have known that I'm bisexual since I was in medical school. Jo and that lot know as well and I really don't give a shit what other people think." Dean said firmly because it was true, he didn't care what people thought about him dating a guy. "Cas I mean it, I'm not ashamed of us and I never will be." He said resting his forehead against Cas'. "I just don't want everyone to think we're something we're not. I just want us to be us. That's if you want there to be an 'us'."

"For a Yale educated man you can be incredibly stupid sometimes." Cas said softly. "I want there to be an 'us', especially if it includes double cheese burgers." He added with the low chuckle. "Dean I mean it, I want us to be together and I don't care what people are going to say. If they want to make up lies about us then let them, it doesn't matter to me in end because I'll be with you."

"You're really corny, you know that right?" Dean asked. "Underneath all that mean front you're just a big ol' spfty."

"Yes I do know that, but don't tell a soul because I have a reputation to uphold."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Dean said giving Cas another kiss on the lips. "Now those burgers are too damn good to let go cold so move your ass." He added shifting Cas slightly so he could slid off easily. He was still scared of what people were going to say about him and Cas being together but Cas was right, people would say crap about them but in the end the two of them would be together.