The apartment was a small two bedroom, one bath with an open living room and dining room and a big kitchen. The kitchen was the whole reason why Dean picked it out. Lots of counter space for cooking, an updated stove plus a large refrigerator/freezer combo. There was not much in the way of decorations yet, but Dean's stuff was scattered around the room making it looked lived in and cozy. Dean had one of the bedrooms set up for Castiel, hoping that the other would want to move in with him.

"You idiot, why wouldn't I want to move in with you? We've been dating for five years!" Castiel's smile faded and he got an angry look on his face as he pointed to his bedroom. "Why? Why the hell is there a bed in there? Do you not want to share your bed with me, Dean?" he shoved Dean against the hallway wall and held him there with a blue glare.

Dean's eyes had gone wide when Castiel had shoved him roughly against the wall. He quickly shook his head, "That's not it! I just didn't want to assume that you would want to move in with me. And if you did, that you would want to share a bed." his voice had started out strong but had quieted and gone soft by the time he finished speaking.

Castiel reached and hand up and gave him a hard flick to his forehead. "Dean Winchester, you are an idiot sometimes." he then leaned up to kiss where he flicked before kissing his lips. "Did you really think you could keep me out of your bed? You may end up wishing you didn't ask me to move in."

Dean visibly relaxed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist and held him tight. "I'll never get sick of you, Cas. I'd get sick of pie first and that's never going to happen." he returned the kiss and made it deeper, sighing happily against the others mouth when it broke.

"So, is this what the others were hinting at back at the bar? I already knew you had an apartment and I kinda hoped you would be asking me to move in when I came home." he grinned up at the other, "I'm glad I was right."

Dean chuckled but shook his head. "Asking you to move in was only part of it. There is something I need to talk to you about though." his nerves were back and he was fidgeting. He took Castiel's hand and led him into the living room and had him sit on the couch. "Wait here for a minute?"

Castiel frowned in confusion but nodded his head. When Dean let go of his hand and then went into his room and shut the door, even he was starting to get nervous. With how Dean was acting, he knew this had to be something big. For a brief moment he wondered if Dean was going to propose to him, but then he quickly pushed the thought out of his head. They weren't at that stage yet. He hoped they would get there someday, but he was in no hurry.

"Cas, close your eyes." Dean called from down the hall.

He did as he was told. A moment later he heard the sound of shoes clicking across the hardwood floor until they came to a stop in front of him. He heard Dean take a deep breath and let it out slowly before he gave the okay to open his eyes.

Castiel sucked in a breath as soon as he did, eyes going wide. "Dean..."

"Well, what do you think?" Dean was smiling nervously and holding his hands out to his sides.

Castiel's eyes started at the black, shiny shoes on his feet, then traveled slowly up his legs that were clad in wrinkle free black pants. A tucked in black button up shirt was next with a badge on the left side of his chest. A white shirt poked out underneath and a black tie between them. It was not a regular suit that one would wear out to a fancy dinner, but a police officer's uniform. Dean had mentioned he'd been taking some courses, but he refused to tell Castiel what they were. 'Just in case I change my mind,' he'd said.

Castiel stood up from his seat and walked a slow circle around Dean. His eyes moved over every inch of him, smirking at the way the pants hugged his ass, then stopped when he stood in front of him again. He placed his hands on Deans chest and slowly slid them up to rest on his shoulders for a moment before pulling him close for a hard kiss. The kiss was hungry and deep and Dean moaned into it. It only stopped when Castiel pushed him down onto the couch before straddling his lap, then kissed him again.

Dean chuckled into his boyfriend's mouth before gently pushing him away. "So I take it you like it then?"

"What do you think?" Castiel rocked his hips down into Dean's letting the other feel the growing hardness in his pants. "You look fuckin' sexy as hell. I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off of you." he surged forward and started attacking Dean's neck, sucking another deep purple bruise where neck met shoulder before his hands started clawing at his shit. "Wanna fuck you again."

Dean grabbed his hands to stop him and groaned softly as Castiel continued rocking against him. "Slow down, Cas. I still need to talk to you and I need to get it out while I can. After that, I'm all yours."

"Alright, but only because I love you." Castiel said easily and Dean smiled. Dean had not said it back to him yet, but he already knew Dean felt the same. He got off his lap and moved to the other end of the couch and pulled his legs up under himself.

"I went through training the same time Garth did. I've been an officer with the Lawrence Police for the past three months now. At the end of this month, I can put in a transfer request." He waited for Castiel to comment on that but he just looked at him in confusion with his head tilted. "Before you were talking about how much you enjoyed being in New York and that there are lots of opportunities there. Then when I found out earlier that you've been offered other internships..." he started fidgeting in his seat. "I was thinking, I mean if you wanted me to, I could transfer to New York so we could be together."

Castiel stared at him in silence before his words came out so softly Dean had to lean closer to hear them. "You'd do that for me? Move away from your family just to stay with me?"

"I've been thinking about it even before I finished my police courses. Not being able to see you all the time is much harder than I thought it would be. If you really want to stay out east, then I will go with you. We can fly back and visit with our family as often as we can. But yes, I'm willing to leave them to follow you, Cas. That's how serious I am about you. I...I need you."

Castiel's heart stopped beating for just a moment before it started pounding out a drum line. He crawled across the couch and back into Deans lap to give him a soft kiss. This was the closest Dean had come so far to saying 'I love you' but at the same time, Castiel heard so much more than that when Dean had said he needed him. His arms wrapped tightly around Dean as he pressed his face into his neck, inhaling deeply. He could feel himself trembling a bit as his emotions surged inside of him, and he could hear Dean's heart and breathing just as erratic as his own.

"I have the summer to make my decision on what I want to do. There is no need for me to go back to New York..."

"But there are more opportunities for you out there." Dean finished and Castiel nodded. "I'm not looking for an answer now. I know it will be a big step for us. As soon as you let me know what you want to do, I can talk to my boss, Rufus. He's going to give me a referral with the relocation change if I need it."

As Castiel sat on Dean's lap, running his hands everywhere he could reach, he started smiling. Then he was chuckling before full on laughing. "You're a cop."

"Yeah?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

"And I'm a baker."

"So? I'm not following you, Cas."

"I can make you donuts and bring them to you at work!" his laughing turned to actual giggles and Dean couldn't help but chuckle as well.

"You're going to make me fat."

Castiel leaned back enough so he could look Dean in the eyes, a wide grin on his face. "You won't get fat if we keep having lots of vigorous sex." his hips rocked again like before and his fingers started slowly unbuttoning Deans shirt. "We should burn off all that food we ate earlier."

Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist and stood up, the other male wrapping his legs around his waist to hold himself up. Dean squeezed his ass as he carried his boyfriend down the short hall to the bedroom. After setting Castiel down on the bed and giving him a kiss, he pulled away with a smirk.

Castiel smiled in return as he watched Dean start to strip out of his uniform. He unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and tossed it to the side, then slowly pulled off the white shirt underneath, stopping every few seconds to tease. When Castiel whistled at him, Dean actually blushed a bit, bending down to take off his shoes as an excuse to look away. Once they were kicked to the side, he slowly undid his belt and pants and slid them down with his boxers until he was naked.

"Well? You just going to sit there staring Cas, or are you going to take your clothes off?" Dean strutted over to the bed and ran his fingers over his boyfriend's cheek. "Or did you change your mind?"

"Maybe I do want to stare at your for awhile longer. You are fuckin' sexy, Dean. And you're all mine." Castiel's voice had dropped a few notes lower from his growing lust. His hands then shot out and grabbed Dean by the waist and pulled him down onto the bed. "Okay, I'm done looking."

Their mouths crashed together in hungry kisses, a battle of teeth and tongues, until Dean submitted to Castiel with a groan and allowed himself to be pressed firmly into the mattress. Their kiss continued on, both of their hands working to get Castiel's clothes off, but neither wanting to break the kiss to do so properly. Dean let out a loud groan as Castiel rocked their hips together, the material of Castiel's jeans almost too much against Dean's bare and hard cock. He pushed the blue eyed male away with a sigh.

"Cas, take your damn clothes off."

While Castiel stripped, Dean rolled across the bed to get the lube from his bedside drawer. When he felt the bed bouncing around from Castiel moving around on it, he turned to look over his shoulder just in time to see Castiel bringing a hand down fast. Dean let out a yelp as his ass was smacked, then a curse as it happened again. His complaints soon stopped when he felt a hot mouth against his stinging cheeks, kissing away the pain. He turned a bit more to see his boyfriend smirking up at him right before his head went down again.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Dean dropped the lube onto the bed as his hands fisted into the sheets.

Castiel chuckled behind him before licking another slow path from his balls up and over his entrance which he pressed firmly against with his tongue. Dean spread his legs a bit more and raised his hips and Castiel gave his thigh a squeeze in encouragement. That hand was soon sliding slowly up Deans leg and around to palm at his hard cock which was now dripping with precome. He gave it a firm squeeze making Dean moan deeply.

As Castiel continued to lick into Dean's ass, one of his hands stroked him slowly while his other teased his own aching cock. He wanted to be inside Dean right now, but he loved making him a quivering mess like this almost more than actually fucking him. When he finally pulled away, Dean was panting hard and his eyes were blown and glazed over.

"I love seeing you fall apart like this, baby." he ran a hand over Dean's ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You're still loose from earlier that I barely needed to do anything." he moved closer to him so he could rub his cock over Dean's ass, holding his cheeks apart so he could rub over his entrance. "Hand me the lube?"

Dean groped blindly in the blanket to find the bottle then tossed it to him as soon as he did. "Hurry, Cas. I don't think I'm going to last much longer."

He leaned forward so that he could kiss Dean, then pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. "It's alright if you come, Dean." he placed a trail of kisses down his back until he was pressing another to one of his ass cheeks. "We have all the time we need. There is no reason to rush and we can do this again, and again, and again until we are both completely exhausted. Then we will do it one more time just to prove we can."

Dean snorted, "Just because you can relax and enjoy your time here, doesn't mean I can. I do still have to work. The last thing I need is to go into work and be harassed about not being able to sit!"

Castiel lubed himself up before pressing in slowly, groaning as Dean's tight heat wrapped around him. He paused only a brief moment before snapping his hips forward and drawing out another curse from Dean.

"Do you have to work tomorrow?" When Dean shook his head no, Castiel smiled. "Then there are no problems."

As Castiel started to slowly pick up the speed and power of his thrusts, Dean started moving back to meet the thrusts as best he could. Castiel leaned forward over Dean, his hips never stopping thrusting, he turned Dean's head so he could kiss him. The angle made it a bit hard, but that did not prevent them from kissing each other breathless. Dean nipped his boyfriend's lower lip drawing a soft moan from him, then he grinned.

"You're breathing hard there, Cas. You sure I'm going to be the one to come first?" Dean clenched his muscles on purpose and Castiel had to pause for a moment to take a shuddering breath before he could continue. "No need to hold back just for me."

Castiel smacked Dean's ass again before pulling completely out of him. Dean let out a whine that he tried to cover with a cough but he knew the other heard it. Castiel only chuckled as he rolled his boyfriend over before sliding back into him. He lifted Dean's legs up onto his shoulders as he bent forward to allow him to go as deep as possible. He then showed no mercy as he pounded into Dean so hard that the bed banged against the wall.

"Cas, fuck yes!" Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's back, his fingers digging into his shoulders as he held them close together. His head fell back against the bed and his body arched up off of it as his prostate was hit multiple times in a row. "Ah, fuck!"

Castiel's pace did not slow down as his mouth began to attack every inch of Dean's skin he could reach. He nipped and sucked until he left bruises behind before moving on to another spot to leave one there as well. His hands left Dean's hips to tease and torment his nipples until he was shaking beneath him and almost begging.

Blue eyes locked onto green ones and with the next thrust, Dean was moaning out Castiel's name as he came. Hot streams of white shot out and coated his chest and stomach, some of it hitting Castiel as well. A few thrusts later and Castiel was moaning into Dean's neck as his hips stuttered with his own release. He didn't stop thrusting until he felt he was completely spent, then half collapsed on top of Dean. It was a few minutes before they had breath enough to speak.

"You...lose." Castiel said with a grin, making Dean roll his eyes.

"You just wait until I'm the one pounding into you. I know all of your weak spots, Cas, and you know I don't show any mercy." To prove his point, Dean started mouthing Castiel's neck before his mouth moved up to tug on his earlobe with his teeth, his tongue sliding over the shell before moving to the spot just behind it. At the soft moan from the other, Dean lifted his head with a grin. "See?"

"You say that like I should not be happy about it." Castiel rolled his hips, still half hard inside of Dean, making them both groan. "But you should know better by now. I like when you get aggressive with me, Dean. I'm looking forward to trying out the things you were talking about before on the phone."

Dean's cheeks turned red as he chuckled. "Yeah, later, maybe when I can move again." he squirmed and made a face at the drying come on his chest and stomach. "I think we should shower first."

"Why, we're just going to get dirty again." Castiel snatched his discarded shirt and wiped Dean off, but he refused to pull out of him just yet. "We're going to get very, very dirty." His hips continued to rock slowly, causing both of them to groan at the over stimulation but neither wanted to stop. Only when Dean started shaking did he pull out with a sigh. "I think I'm addicted to you, Dean Winchester. No matter how much I try, I can't stop touching you." a deep kiss followed his words then Dean pushed him away with a chuckle.

"I don't think you put much effort into it, Cas. Not that I'm really complaining."

Dean rolled out of the bed and stood up on shaky legs, having to lean back on it a moment while he regained his balance. Castiel crawled to the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around Dean from behind and nuzzled his neck. Dean allowed it for a moment before pulling away and heading for the bathroom. When he looked over his shoulder, Castiel was pouting at him from the bed.

"What are you waiting for? You still haven't seen the shower yet. It has massaging jets." Dean said with a wink over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall and into the bathroom.

Castiel was up and off the bed and bolting after Dean like there were Hellhounds after him.

XXX

Castiel paced around Dean's apartment nervously, sending glances to the clock on the wall every few minutes and running his hands through his already messy hair. He had gone to lunch with his mother the day before and they had a long talk about what had been going on at home, and it had been mostly pleasant and enjoyable. When she brought up his father, things became tense. He wanted Castiel to come home to have dinner as a family, and to talk about things that were going on between them. They had not spoken in four years now, needless to say, a rift had formed between them.

He had hesitantly agreed to it and when he'd got back to his and Dean's apartment and told his boyfriend about it, Dean had only encouraged him to go. It had taken awhile for Castiel to calm down that night but not enough to sleep. His tossing and turning had kept Dean awake and made him grumpy the next morning. He understood though and so they did not fight about it. Dean made Castiel promise to make it up to him later before he'd left to go to work.

Originally Dean was going to go with him as moral support, but he had called earlier in the afternoon to tell Castiel that he had to pull a double shift to cover for someone else and so would not be able to go. The little bit of calm that Castiel had managed to gain quickly disappeared after that and he'd been pacing around the apartment ever since.

Another glance at the clock showed that it was 5:30 and dinner was at six. With a sigh, Castiel went into the bathroom to brush his hair and teeth before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. He hoped that by the time he reached his old house that his nerves would be calmed down enough that he wouldn't feel like throwing up anymore. He really wished that Dean was with him but at the same time it was probably best that he wasn't. He wasn't sure how the dinner would go and he didn't want Dean to feel awkward should a fight start.

When he reached the door, he hesitated, unsure of whether he should knock or just go in. His decision was taken from him as his mother opened the door with a smile. She had been watching out the window for him, a habit she had ever since he was younger.

"Honey, I'm so glad you came." Cassandra pulled him into a tight hug and didn't let go until he returned it. When she pulled back enough to look at his face, she smiled fondly. "You look like a nervous wreck. If it makes you feel any better, your father has been pacing circles in his study for the past two hours."

Castiel had stiffened at the mention of his father but then relaxed and let out a bit of a chuckle at her words. "That makes me a bit happy. Is he still in there?"

His mother nodded and stepped to the side to allow her son into the house so she could close the door. "Dinner will be another fifteen minutes or so. Why don't you go in and talk to him? Maybe that way we'll all be able to enjoy dinner like we used to." when Castiel opened his mouth to apologize, she interrupted him by giving him another hug. "You have nothing to apologize for, Castiel, so I don't want to hear those words out of your mouth. Now go on. I'll call you when dinner is ready." She gave him a swat on the butt to get him moving and smiled as she headed for the kitchen.

Castiel took a few deep breaths to ground himself before moving towards the back of the house where his father's study was located. The door was closed down but not shut, but he still knocked on it to announce his presence. He heard shuffling inside and what passed as a curse for his father before the door was pulled open to revealed a slightly ruffled man.

"Castiel, welcome home." Matthias said with a tight smile. "How have you been?"

"Um, fine. I'm glad to be back. Nothing has changed since I've been gone." Castiel could not look his father in the eyes, his blue ones moving around the room before settling onto a random spot on the desk behind his father.

"That is one of the things I love about this town. It's comfortable and familiar...uncomplicated." Matthias had been holding his bible before Castiel came in and he set it down on his desk. "Thank you for coming to dinner. Your mother has really missed you. I've really missed you too." the last part was added softly, so much so that Castiel almost didn't catch it.

Finally Castiel looked up to meet his father's gaze. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, neither speaking or moving, both afraid to be the first to speak. Castiel started to fidget under his father's gaze, but a moment later the man pulled him into his arms in a tight hug, just like his mother had minutes before.

Hesitantly, Castiel brought his arms up to hug his father back, unsure of how to respond. He had expected anger and maybe some disgust from his father, but not this. When his father did not let go of him, he slowly relaxed and buried his face in his shoulder, eyes burning with the start of tears.

"Castiel, please forgive me." When Matthias pulled away from him, his own eyes were filled with tears. "I was a monster for treating you so badly and even worse for not apologizing before you left for New York." he pulled away further to lean against his desk, a hand wiping over his face and then up into his hair like Castiel does. "We are taught to love others and care for them no matter what, and I cast you away. My own son. I should be the one to be there for you the most. I've failed you as a father."

"Dad, don't." Castiel's voice cracked and it was taking everything he had to keep himself from sobbing. He'd never seen his father like this before and it tore at his heart. "I know that you are even more religious than I am and hold God in your heart. Even if we are told to love all, it's not an easy thing to do when another part says that it is wrong to love someone of the same gender. I am still me, that changes nothing. I still believe in God and I still pray. I'm no less than I was before."

They were quiet for a few minutes before Matthias spoke softly.

"You will always be my son, Castiel. I will never hate you or abandon you again. This is just going to take awhile to get used to after hearing that it is wrong for so long. While you were away, I could pretend it never happened, but that isn't fair to you. If I reject that part of you, then I am rejecting you. I promise you that I will try to be more accepting and tolerant. God has taught me that much, and I will do my best to fulfill it. I know I don't deserve it, but can you ever forgive me?"

When Castiel hugged his father in answer, they both started crying openly. A soft knock at the door had them both turning to see Cassandra standing there with teary eyes and a smile on her face.

"And here I thought I would have to lock you two in a room together for awhile to get past this. You both can be stubborn fools when you want to be."

Matthias chuckled as he straightened up and wiped off his face. "That is true. Now, why don't the three of us go down and eat? I've been smelling that lasagna for awhile now and I'm starving."

By the time dinner was over and Castiel was ready to leave a couple hours later, the three of them were almost back to how they used to be. Things between Castiel and his father were still a little tense, but he believed that his father truly wanted to change and be more accepting. Over dinner Matthias had said that he had liked Dean the moment they first met and was happy that he and Castiel were together.

"He has a good heart." Matthias said as they stood near the front door. "From what John and Mary tell me, he worked hard to get his own place and to become a police officer, mostly because of you. I am happy that he makes you happy, Castiel."

"Dad..." The two of them hugged again before Castiel hugged his mother goodbye.

When he got back to his and Dean's apartment, he was in such a good mood that he made an apple pie. After Dean got home a few hours later and devoured half the pie, Castiel made good on his word and repaid him for keeping him up the previous night. By the time they were done, Castiel was sore but happy and sated and curled into Dean's arms with a smile on his face.

"I'm glad things worked out with your father, Cas. I still wish I could have been there for you, but glad that I didn't need to be." Dean kissed Castiel's forehead as his arms wrapped tighter around him.

"I admit that I was fearing the worst when he wanted me over, but you're right. I got lucky with how things turned out. I know it's not perfect yet, but I believe that we will be able to work things out. Dad even wants you to come over for dinner soon so he can apologize to you too for how he was acting. I told him it wasn't necessary, but he said that by treating me badly he was also treating you the same, and you did not deserve it when you have such a good heart." Dean snorted and Castiel chuckled. "His words, not mine. I think all of you is good."

"You are so sappy, Cas." Dean teased, then let out a long yawn. "I have to pull another double tomorrow. Gonna pass out now." the words had barely left his lips before he had fallen asleep.

Castiel smiled as he watched him sleep for a few minutes before he too finally felt his eyes grow heavy. He placed a light kiss on Dean's lips before he snuggled into him to sleep.

XXX

The next day while Dean was working, Castiel busied himself around the apartment. He finally got around to unpacking his suitcase and got everything washed up and put into the closet. He also stripped and washed the bed sheets and vacuumed all the floors. The kitchen was mopped and all the counters were wiped down and cleaned properly. He then organized the kitchen the way he liked it before he sat down to reward himself with a piece of the apple pie he'd made the night before.

When it got close to lunch time, Castiel began cooking. He knew Dean had left this morning in a hurry and had not grabbed more than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. He also knew that would not be anywhere near enough food for him, especially when he was working a double shift. He made up potato salad, baked beans with hot dogs in it and a large grinder with multiple meats and veggies on it. It was his way of sneaking more vitamins into Deans diet. He still couldn't get him to eat a regular salad. He grabbed some water and soda for drinks.

Once everything was finished, Castiel packed everything up into a large cooler. Since it was a nice day, he decided to walk to the police station instead of calling someone for a ride. While the cooler was heavy, it was nothing he couldn't handle. It took him a half hour to get to the station in the middle of town and by then he also was ready for lunch.

Garth greeted him with a big smile and a hug when he entered. "Heya Castiel! Sorry to break it to you but Dean isn't here right now. A couple of teens are causing trouble and he went to give them a verbal spanking." when he spotted the cooler, he pouted. "Is that his lunch? Jo's never brought me lunch..."

Castiel chuckled and moved the cooler away when Garth reached for it. "Sorry Garth, but hands off. I didn't make enough for everyone here. I promise I will next time. Trust me when I say that if Dean comes back and finds you ate all his food, he will be very, very angry. You know how he gets with food."

Garth pulled his hand away, his pout turning into a smile. "I hope you're not spoiling him too much. I don't think the boss can take hearing Dean brag about you any more than he already does."

Castiel felt his cheeks heat at that. "I can't make any promises."

"Garth, get your ass back to work! I don't pay you to sit around and chat with the civvies!" a deep voice boomed out from the back office. A minute later and the owner came out and made a beeline right for Castiel. "You must be the one Winchester never shuts up about."

"My name is Castiel." he said and held out his hand. The older man looked at it a moment before taking a firm grip and shaking.

"Rufus Turner." Rufus eyed Castiel up and down before he dropped his hand. "So, you're Matthias' son, correct? Great man, we play poker every Tuesday night. He's got a terrible poker face."

Blue eyes blinked a few times in confusion, "My father plays poker on Tuesdays?"

"Oh yeah, he even brings the booze sometimes. He's got shitty taste in alcohol, though I suppose it's because he doesn't drink much himself. I won't complain about free booze, even if we have to listen to him preach through most of the game afterwards." Rufus suddenly slapped Castiel on the back, causing him to stagger forward a bit. "Why don't you come back into my office and we can talk more?"

Dean arrived back at the station a half hour later dragging a pissed off looking old man wrapped in a blanket behind him. After depositing him in one of the two empty cells they had, he sat down at his desk with a groan. He'd already been on his feet all morning and then when he was on his way back to the station, he'd spotted the old man wandering around town completely butt naked. The man had tried to run when he saw Dean, but he was no match for the younger man. After a short tussle, Dean had gotten the man into the back of his cruiser with the help of another officer on duty. On the way back the old man had been loud and obnoxious and Dean didn't know what he was yelling about most of the time.

"I can't wait until today is over. I think I've had enough crazy for the day." Dean started poking through his desk for the candy bar he had stashed there only to remember he'd already eaten that and his sandwich a few hours ago. "Dammit."

"I've got some news to cheer you up then." Garth spun around in his chair and came to a slow stop facing the other male. "Castiel is here!"

"What, where?" Dean immediately sat up and looked around but did not see the familiar head of dark hair or piercing blue eyes.

Garth spun in his chair again and pointed to the office in the back. "He's with Rufus in his office."

"What the hell is he doing with him?" Dean was up out of his chair and heading for the back office as he spoke. The door was shut and that made him nervous, but he relaxed when he heard Rufus laughing hard. He knocked on the door and went in when he was given the okay.

"Dean, you lucky bastard, I have no idea what he sees in a spoiled brat like you, but you better not let this one go!" Rufus slapped Castiel on the back making the younger male chuckle.

Dean spotted the large cooler sitting at Castiels feet and he grinned. "Oh, I'll never let him go. Even if he files a restraining order on me, he's stuck with me."

"Careful Dean, I know where you sleep."

"Yeah, right beside you."

Rufus rolled his eyes. "Alright, get the hell out of my office you two before I vomit. Dean, you've got an hour break. I don't care how you use it, but I don't want to hear about it."

"Yes, sir!" Dean gave Rufus a mock salute and the other swore at him until he and Castiel were out of the office. Once they were, he pulled his boyfriend close for a kiss. "Did you bring me lunch, baby?"

"I did. I've had to chase off three people here who wanted it. You should be happy I'm good at scaring people away when I need to." Castiel opened the cooler and pulled out the grinder and handed it to Dean with a grin. "Let's go eat outside. You're going to make a mess eating that."

In seconds Dean had tore into the cling wrap to get at his sandwich and he nodded with a mouthful of food. Castiel led his boyfriend out of the building and to a small grassy area across the street where a few benches and a picnic table were. He set the cooler down and pulled out the rest of the food while the other continued to devour the grinder. As soon as Dean swallowed the last bite of the grinder, he handed him a can of soda.

"You know just what I need without me having to say anything. You must be psychic, Cas." Dean grinned as he took the soda and cracked it open.

Blue eyes rolled, "No, I just know you very well. You've been working long shifts and I know you have been too tired to pack a proper lunch. I'm just doing what any considerate boyfriend would do." Castiel helped himself to some of the potato salad and a tuna sandwich he'd made for himself. "And no, I did not bring you pie. You ate the rest of that the other day and I've not had time to make another yet. Besides, you eat too much pie that little pudge you have will only get bigger."

Dean pouted and looked down at his stomach and poked it. "I'll do more sit ups when I train. Anyway, I always eat a lot and I've never had problems before!"

"You won't be saying that when you're thirty."

Dean gave him a playful shove for that as he loaded his plate with potato salad and grabbed a small bag of chips. He really had thought of everything. He grinned as he pictured Castiel as a housewife, baking in their kitchen with a frilly apron on. Then the image shifted and the other male was wearing only the apron.

"What?" Castiel asked when he noticed Dean staring at him and smirking. "Your mind is in your happy place, isn't it?"

"Maybe." Dean winked as he popped a chip into his mouth. "I can't help it when you're around, Cas. Especially when you go all domestic on me like this. My little housewife."

Castiel was silent a moment, his eyes narrowed as his mind went through different scenarios, then he chuckled. "You were picturing me only wearing an apron while cooking, weren't you?"

"Fuck, Cas, you really are psychic! I bet you can't guess what it looked liked."

"Knowing you...probable pink with a big heart on the front of it and lots of frills. And I was probably licking the mixing spoon in an obscene way." Castiel picked up his own spoon and started licking it just how he knew Dean would like.

The effects were almost instant. Deans eyes darkened and became hooded and his breath hitched before picking up. His mouth worked as if he were trying to speak, but no words came out. Instead he slowly ran his tongue over his lips before unconsciously leaning closer towards his boyfriend, eyes locked onto his mouth.

"Cas..." Dean finally managed to get out, but at that point the other had gone back to eating.

"Yes, Dean?" Now finished with his own lunch, Castiel started picking up after them, purposely avoiding looking at Dean. Only when he had everything packed away again did he turn around when Dean's hands grabbed his waist. "I'm sorry, were you still hungry?"

"You know that's not it you little tease." Dean swatted his boyfriends ass before pulling him onto his lap. "If we weren't out in public I'd have you pressed into this table by now." he nipped at Castiel's lip when the other chuckled at him.

"That brings back memories." Castiel rocked his hips firmly but slowly against Deans drawing out a hiss from him. "Remember that time back in school, in the library?"

Dean let out a groan as his head fell forward to rest on one of his boyfriend's shoulders. "Yeah, how could I not? It was the first time we fucked." he made a pleased sound in his throat when Castiel's fingers slid into his hair, fingers gently scratching at the scalp. "I still jerk off to that memory."

"Good to know." Castiel said against Dean's ear before running his tongue along the shell of it and nipping the lobe. "I do too."

Dean's arms slid around his boyfriend's waist and held him tight to his lap, his hips starting a rhythmic rolling that had them both panting. He let out a long groan when Castiel leaned farther forward so he could nip and suck at his neck. Castiel tugged at his short hair, urging him to tilt his head and he complied. His boyfriend immediately started attacking one of his sensitive spots just under his jaw over the pulse point. A nip of teeth had him cursing and bucking his hips up hard.

"Cas, we can't do this out here. I'm still on the job and we're in public." His mind said one thing but his body was acting on its own. He didn't even know when one of his hands had sneaked its way into the front of the others pants. "Fuck!" this time his back arched as Castiel pinched one of his nipples. When did the other even get his hand under his shirt?

"Mm, you're right." Giving one last suck to Deans neck to make sure the hickey was dark and tweaking his nipple again before pulling completely away. "Your break is almost over now anyway. We don't have time for this."

Dean stared up at Castiel in confusion for a moment before his mind caught up with what was going on. "You fuckin' cock tease." he grumbled as he adjusted himself in his pants before standing.

Blue eyes looked at him in innocence. "As much as I would love to send you back to work in a ruined uniform," his eyes wandered down Dean's body to stare at his crotch for a moment, his meaning clear, before he looked back up, "I promised Rufus that I would make sure you would behave yourself. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I made you late getting back to work?"

As Castiel moved away from Dean to grab the cooler, he suddenly found himself grabbed and shoved face down on the table. He groaned as he felt Dean press up against him, grinding himself into his ass, while one hand reached around to grab him through his pants.

"You can't bullshit me, Cas. I know how much effort it's taking you not to rip my clothes off and fuck me." Dean was leaning over the other so they were pressed chest to back, his mouth brushing over Castiel's ear. He squeezed the hardness between the others leg and smirked when he groaned. "You think I'm going to let you leave me like this so you can go home and jerk yourself off?"

Castiel let out a groan and dug his fingers into the top of the table, his hips rocking back against Deans on instinct. "Dean!" his voice dropped a note or two lower as he became even more aroused than he already was. "Fuck, where did you park?"

"Behind the station." he replied with a grin, understanding why Castiel asked. He made no moved to get off the other nor did he stop rubbing the other through his pants. "But we don't have time for that and I shouldn't get my uniform dirty, remember?" he ground his hips slowly against his boyfriends ass in revenge, his eyes falling shut as he enjoyed the friction.

Castiel managed to raise himself up enough to turn and look at Dean over his shoulder. "You're uniform won't get dirty if I swallow it all."

"Fuck!" Dean's hips stuttered and he had to take a quick step away from Castiel before he ended up coming in his pants. He'd momentarily forgotten that Castiel could make him come just as easily with dirty talk as with physical touch. "Let's go."

Castiel let out a bit of a squeak as he was suddenly yanked up from the table by his arm. He let Dean drag him away back towards the station so they could get to his car. Unfortunately, they did not make it there.

"Dean, we gotta go!" Garth yelled as he ran out the front door of the station. "Big accident on the highway and they need help."

Both Dean and Castiel groaned in frustration.

"Looks like we'll have to wait until later to pick up where we left off." Castiel was smiling a little but his pupils were still blown with lust. "I'll make it up to you when you get home."

Dean wrapped an arm around Castiel's waist and pulled him in for a deep kiss, ending it with a nip to his lower lip. "You damn well better. Now I have to go deal with a mess with my dick hard as a rock." Dean slapped Castiel's ass as he left him to climb into the cruiser with Garth, then drove off.

Castiel sighed as he went back to the picnic table to get the cooler, then stopped at the store to pick something up for dinner before heading home. He emptied the cooler before putting it away, then went about making a fruit salad. He knew Dean would be disappointed at the lack of pie, but he was serious when he'd said he didn't want him to eat it all the time. Dean may not care about his health, but that didn't mean nobody else did. He knew Sam also pestered his brother about it.

Around three o'clock he started cutting up veggies into the crock pot to make a roast beef for dinner. If he timed it right, which he usually did, and assuming Dean got home on time, the food would be done just as he was walking through the door.

With that out of the way, Castiel went to relax on the couch and read through his internship offers and do some research on his potential employers. He still had not made a decision about what he wanted to do yet. It did help him a little bit knowing that Dean was willing to move with him, but at the same time he did not want Dean to be away from his family. They were all a tight bunch and he understood how hard it could be. He had a hard time being away from Dean while he was in college. If he decided to move for internship, there was a good chance he would end up staying there. While Dean was willing to follow him, he didn't know if the other male wanted to make the move permanent.

There was also the option of not taking any of the internships and starting up his own bakery here in Kansas. The only problem with that was that he did not have much of a savings at this point to be able to afford buying a property. He would never ask to borrow money from Dean or his family and asking his own was out of the question. If his parents didn't already own their house, funds would be tight. Being a pastor didn't make much and his mother was not working.

With a sigh, Castiel grabbed a notebook and pen off the coffee table before flopping back into the cushions. On each page he wrote at the top each of his options, then started a list of pros and cons beneath them. Then on another page he worked out the costs that would be involved with starting up his own place with a list of his current income and expenses. Each page was then torn out and laid side by side on the table for a better look.

After going over his notes for two hours, Castiel decided that he need to give his eyes, and mind, a break. He changed into his running pants and left the apartment to go for a jog. Along the way he ran into Charlie and her girlfriend Dorothy. Castiel had heard a lot about the woman Charlie had been seeing while he was in New York so he asked them out for drinks so they could get to know each other.

He was not surprised to learn that Dorothy, or Dory as Charlie called her, was a very bold and strong woman who was not afraid to voice her opinions. She also had a way of talking about her day as if she were in some kind of battle and it wasn't long before Castiel realized why Charlie liked her so much. The redhead was always going on about adventures and seeing the world. She finally met someone who shared her ideas and the two were currently planning on a trip to New Zealand. Charlie claimed it had nothing to do with the Lord of the Rings movies but everyone else knew better.

Two hours later and he was leaving the Roadhouse with the girls, sides sore from laughing so much, and only a little wobbly from the few drinks he'd had. After saying goodbye, Castiel hurried back to the apartment to the food he had cooking. He normally did not leave for such long periods when cooking, but he was not worried so much when it was just a crock-pot on and not the oven. As soon as he opened the apartment door, his nose was assaulted with the pleasant aroma of the roast beef and veggies cooking.

Later, Dean arrived home just as Castiel was setting the small table. A long groan coming from the doorway had him lifting his head and smiling at the look on his boyfriends face.

"Welcome home, Dean."

"Oh babe, that smells awesome." Dean kicked his shoes off at the door and started stripping out of his button up shirt as he crossed the room.

"You have time to take a shower before it's done." Castiel said after giving Dean a kiss, then swatted his ass. "Just don't fall asleep in there. I've been cooking all day for you and I'll be pissed if you don't eat any of it."

Dean chuckled as he gave his boyfriend another kiss. "Yes Dear."

If Dean were not tired and hungry, his shower would have lasted much longer than the ten minutes he was in there. One of his requirements for an apartment was for there to be good heat and water pressure, and this apartment had both. The pressure was soothing after a long day at work and it was a good stress reliever. When he came out of the bathroom, Castiel was setting the last of the food on the table.

Castiel's breath hitched when he caught sight of Dean walking towards him. He wore a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips and water dripped from his hair to run down his bare chest. Castiel licked his lips and bit back the groan that wanted to come out. He muttered under his breath about needing to eat dinner first before he could have dessert. Judging by the way Dean started grinning at him, it didn't go unheard.

"Too tempting for you, Cas?" Dean ran a hand across his chest and wiped up a drop of water before slowly licking it off, then winked. "Should I put on a shirt?"

Castiel's reply was to quickly sit down in his chair to keep himself from jumping the other male. "Sit down and eat your supper, Dean." his voice had dropped lower like it did when he was aroused and he cursed himself for his libido. "I know you're hungry, so eat. Besides, if I were to jump you now, you'd only fall asleep on me."

"Hey, I've never fallen asleep while having sex before!" he huffed as he sat down and started filling his plate with the roast beef and vegetables.

Blue eyes rolled. "I can see you struggling to stay awake. The shower only relaxed you even more. As soon as you finish eating, you are going to bed. Don't make me tie you down, because you know I will."

Dean grinned. "Promise?"

After that, all teasing was done as Dean took a bite of the meat, his eyes closing in pleasure as the taste exploded across his tongue. The meat was tender and practically fell apart in his mouth and the amount of seasoning was just right. Castiel was a born natural when it came to cooking. Dean didn't think the other could make something taste bad even if he tried.

"I lucked out finding a great guy who loves food to be my boyfriend. Even if I spend all day cooking, just seeing your face and hearing you moan as you eat makes it all worth it." Castiel chuckled as he too began to eat after finally pulling his eyes off of the man across from him.

Dean's cheeks turned a bit pink and he smiled a bit sheepishly. "I can't help it, it's delicious. If there was porn for food, this would be it." he took another bite and this time let out a long pleased sigh. "You're right; I'm going to end up fat if you keep feeding me like this."

"And I'll still love you and feed you pie." This time Castiel sent his boyfriend a wink when he saw Dean perk up at the word pie. "Sorry, no pie for dessert tonight. There's a fruit salad in the fridge if you want something sweet."

"It's not dessert if it has the word 'salad' in it." Dean muttered around his fork.

The rest of the meal went by quietly as they finished eating. While Castiel cleaned up the dishes, Dean went to sit in the living room to watch the news. The reporters were currently talking about the accident that had happened earlier that afternoon and Dean grimaced. It had been a five car pileup because some idiot was not only texting and driving, but drinking a beer at the same time. There had been a tractor trailer that had to swerve off the road to avoid hitting him and ended up rolling over and catching fire because of it. Thankfully no one was hurt bad, but some of the cars were totaled.

As Dean put his feet up on the coffee table, he accidentally kicked a notebook and sent it scattering to the floor. He cursed as he picked them up, pausing when he saw that the loose pages had lists on them. With a frown, he spread them across the table so he could look at them better, then realized exactly what they were. Castiel had made lists about the internship offers he'd received. On each of the lists was his own name, but it was only in the 'pro' column on one of the sheets, the one marked 'shop' at the top of the page.

"Oh."

Dean turned around to see Castiel standing there looking nervous and embarrassed. He wouldn't meet his eyes and he started chewing on his lower lip.

"I was just thinking about them today. I still haven't made any decisions yet." When Castiel looked up and finally met Dean's gaze, he winced internally. He looked hurt. With a soft sigh, he walked over to sit beside him on the couch.

"Why my name is in the 'con' side on all of them except for one? I already told you that I was planning on transferring as soon as I knew where you were going. At the time I only knew about one of your offers, but that doesn't change anything." He turned so his body was facing the smaller male and frowned. "Unless...you don't want me going with you? Were you planning on breaking things off with me, Cas?"

Castiel dropped his gaze to his lap. "Do we have to talk about this tonight? You've had a long day and should get some sleep."

"If you think I can sleep right now, you're a fucking idiot." Dean snapped and reached out to force Castiel to look at him. "Now answer the question!"

"I told you that I haven't decided anything yet." at the hard and angry look from Dean, Castiel sighed. "I was just going over my options Dean. I know you said that you would go with me, but your life is here. I don't want you to uproot your whole life just for me."

"Don't you think that is my decision to make? Fuck Cas, I've never been this serious about anyone before. Being away from you for four years, excluding short visits, was hard enough. I'm not going to go through that again."

Castiel pulled away from Deans hands and scooted back on the couch. "Then yes, I was going to break things off with you. If that is the only way to keep you from following me, then I will do it. I won't let you leave your family behind, Dean. I know it will make you miserable after a while and I won't put you through that."

"God dammit!" Dean yelled and got to his feet, flipping over the coffee table in his anger, once again sending the papers scattering around the floor. "You know what? Fuck you, Cas!" he stormed down the hall to their room and paused outside of it. "I think it's best that you sleep in the other bed tonight." with that, he entered the bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

Castiel pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them as his body trembled as he held back his tears. He knew that Dean would react this way and that is why he wasn't going to bring the internships up to him until he'd made a decision. Now Dean assumed that he was going to take one of them and break up with him. He hadn't even decided about that part of it either. He loved Dean and did not want to break up with him at all. The thought of doing it caused him pain, but seeing Dean miserable was even worse.

Around midnight he finally got up from the couch and went into the spare bedroom that hadn't been used yet. At least the sheets were clean and the pillow was soft. Even so, he doubted he'd sleep tonight. He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and called Charlie, knowing the redhead wouldn't mind him calling so late.