AN: Hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. Thanks Innocence2652 and MagnusBane2205 for the joy. I really worried about how that chapter would be received. So this chapter has been another type of worry. I believe that the rating is correct; however, if you disagree, please let me know. I would like to think that I left enough in the realm of the imagination, but I am not sure. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Cas woke up from his restless night of sleep and decided that he was going to fight
Dean's departure just a little. Did last night really happen? Did he really let me kiss him? God, am I actually considering a relationship with a closeted gay man? When did I end up back in high school? He ran the back of his hand over his eyelids. He felt the sandy bits scratching out of his eyes. The sun had not yet fully made its way up. The windows though showed hints of hazy dawn through the blinds.

There was a hesitant knock then, and Cas called out, "Come in. I'm awake." He quickly did a breath check before the door opened and found the results unsatisfying. Dean strolled in wearing his sleep sweats and tee shirt. The shirt like all of his shirts was gloriously too tight in Cas' opinion. None of his clothes should fit. I will make it a law. He laughed just slightly and Dean looked at him quizzically when he did.

"Something funny?"

"I am just happy, that's all." Cas rolled onto his side and reached into his nightstand for his mint tin. He popped one into his mouth and said, "How did you sleep?"

Dean sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on Cas' leg. "Sleep? What is this thing of which you speak?" Dean smiled down at him. "You look like you got a little sleep. You're not all racoon-eyed like I probably am."

"Hmm, I maybe got a couple of hours. I fully blame you." He reached out his arms and Dean leaned into him for a kiss. It was soft and warming. Cas eased into the middle of the bed, pulling Dean over with him. "You don't have to go home yet." He muttered when their lips parted.

"Is that a question?"

"No, it is a statement of fact." Cas pulled him back into his lips again to avoid any further discussion on the subject, and Dean went along with the plan. Cas ran his hand up Dean's arms and said, "You are cold. Get under the blankets."

"Bossy. Is this how it will always be?" Despite that he slipped under the covers and allowed Cas to pull him close. Their bodies were firmly against each other as Cas began pressing kisses into his neck, down his shoulder, and back to his lips.

Dean's hands ran up Cas's back beneath his shirt. "More skin." He husked out as he tried to shove Cas' shirt up over his head. Cas leaned back to help and laughed at his clumsy attempts.

"Here, let me help." He pulled the shirt up over his head and tossed it off the end of the bed. Dean ran his lips down Cas' cheek to his jawline. He followed the dip of skin at the edge of his neck to his shoulder. He worked his lips down his chest, spending time on his clavicle. Cas began pulling at Dean's shirt then until Dean's hands dipped down and finished the job. Dean moved back up Cas' body, being sure to bring his bare chest into as much contact with Cas as was possible.

Dean's legs fell to either side of Cas' and Cas could do nothing but focus on the pressure that he found there. His body shuddered beneath Dean. His chest was hammering out a rhythm against Dean. His breath against Dean's neck came out in ragged gasps. "Dean," he murmured into his ear.

"Cas." Dean whispered into his hair. "God, I don't want to go."

"Don't go." Cas thrust up his hips toward Dean then to make his point. Dean gasped and rushed down to Cas' mouth. His lips pulled at Cas' until they parted and then his tongue found its way in. Dean's hips crushed down onto Cas in a rhythm to match Cas' own.

Dean pulled his head back and stared down into Cas' blue eyes. Their bodies still moving together. He rasped out, "I thought that you said that you were patient."

"I say a lot of things." Cas smirked. Dean's eyes closed then and his body shook. Cas ran his hands over his back and gripped him tight. Their movements became less rhythmic and more chaotic, but only for a moment. Then Dean's eyes opened as the moment arrived. They stayed like that for a time, just staring at each other, bodies shuddering against each other, less and less with each moment.

"Wow." Dean breathed out as he slumped down onto Cas.

"Understatement." Cas rolled him to the side and threw a leg over him. "Mine." He nuzzled into Dean's shoulder placing little kisses there.

Dean fiddled with the hair at the back of Cas' head. "Mine." He replied back. "God, Cas, what are you doing to me?"

Cas sucked in a deep breath of Dean. "I should be asking you that question." He leaned back a little to look up at Dean's face. "Why do you have to go?"

"Bobby and I made a deal. He said that he could spare me if I came back early on Sunday. How was I supposed to know that this plan sucked?"

"So you would stay if you could?"

"I'm already staying when I shouldn't." Dean brushed Cas' forehead with his lips. His fingers came up and swirled through Cas' messy brown hair, making it stand on end. "I like your crazy hair."

"I like your crazy face."

"I like your crazy blue eyes."

"I like your crazy soft lips." Cas kissed his lips quickly when he said this.

"I like your crazy nose." Dean kissed his nose then.

"I like your crazy rough hands."

"Are they too rough?"

"No, I said I like them. You should listen better."

"I like you."

"I like you too."

"I will just drive faster and maybe Bobby won't notice that I am late."

Cas ran his fingers up Dean's side stopping just above his chest. There was a round white scar there like a healed puncture wound. "How did you get this?"

"That is old." Dean plucked his fingers up and kissed them. "I was shot."

He said it so matter of factly that Cas didn't respond right away, then he grabbed Dean's arm as if he needed to defend him. "What happened?"

Dean laughed, "Ah, Cas, don't worry. It wasn't fatal."

"I know that it wasn't fatal. How did you get shot?" He was feeling a tension taking over his chest at the thought that someone had done this to Dean.

Dean kissed him again and eased out of the bed. "Long story short, a guy shot me when I was in a bad part of town. He was pretty high."

"Why?"

"Guess, he just didn't find me as likable as you do." Dean tried to joke as he reached for his shirt. He slipped it back on and leveled his gaze at Cas. "Stop looking so worried. It was a long time ago, and I am way more careful now. I'll be right back. I just need to get changed before I go." He stalked out of the room for a few minutes, leaving Cas alone in the bed with his thoughts. He came back in a pair of jeans and the same shirt. He walked over to the side of the bed.

"I don't like thinking that you could have been taken away from me." Cas sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. Dean reached over to him and pulled him up into a hug.

"Stop worrying." Dean said into Cas' hair. "Now walk me out." Cas went along with Dean's leading arm. They walked out to the living room where Dean's duffle bag was waiting. His toolbox was on the blanket by the door. Cas squeezed him tighter as Dean reached over to snatch up the bag. He threw it over his other shoulder and didn't release Cas. They slowly meandered over to the door. Dean had to let him go then to pick up the toolbox.

"When will I see you again?" Cas asked quietly.

"Maybe I can get away for lunch this week. I'll try to make it work out with Bobby. Will you have time for me?" Dean was next to the door now.

"I will always have time for you." Then he paused and added, "Except for Tuesday. I have to meet with Lucky."

Dean laughed a little. "I'll shoot for Wednesday then. Now, come over here, before I go." Cas drew close and Dean dipped down to kiss him one last time. "Now, do you think that you could get the door for me?" Dean nodded over to the door.

Cas opened the door and watched as Dean made his way down the hall and to the elevator. The door to the elevator opened while Cas lingered watching him. Dean called back as the elevator door was about to close, "See you Wednesday," and he threw him a wink as the elevator doors closed. Cas smiled at the memory of the first time that this happened and went back into the condo. Somehow I think that this week will be easier than the last. He walked over to the stereo and turned on his music as he surveyed the condo and the cleaning project that he was forming in his mind.

His eyes fell on a coffee mug that was sitting on the corner of the dining room table. He walked over to it and wrapped his hand around it. It was still a little warm from the coffee that Dean had drank from it. He glanced over at the semi-full coffee pot that Dean must have readied before he came into Cas' room. Cas carried the mug over to the pot and poured the coffee in up to the rim. He pressed his lips to the mug and drank in a long gulp. His thoughts wandered over to Dean's lips and how they had just recently touched this mug and more importantly him. He looked back at the windows that spanned a large portion of his living room and walked over to the corner spot. The window afforded him an expansive view of the city, but in this moment he only cared about the view below.

He held the coffee in his right hand and raised his left forearm to the window above his head. He leaned his forehead down and rested it against the back of his arm and gazed down at the distant sidewalk. The sun was up now and light was invading the landscape. The sidewalk was peopled with early Sunday risers. It was not as crowded as it would be tomorrow at this time. The neighborhood was populated with business men and women. The suits making a sea of black that flowed from one block to the next. Today though, there were just scattered bodies moving about.

His eyes trailed up the path that Dean would take from his building's exit to the Corcoran Garage three blocks away. He ran his eyes back along the path worrying for a second that he had missed him. He took another long sip of the coffee while still leaning against his arm. His pants were uncomfortable from his morning activities, and he would need to deal with them soon. He pushed that aside though as he shuffled his feet a little. There. Dean's tall form and sun glistened hair emerged from the building. He had worried that he wouldn't recognize him from this distance, but the duffle and the toolbox could be visible even from up high. He sucked in a deep breath and followed Dean's walk toward the garage.

God, he is beautiful even from here. Cas closed his eyes for a second imagining him closer. He opened his eyes back up and noticed then that there were two men just behind Dean matching his pace. It would not have seemed like much except that there was something that bothered Cas about their closeness. It was an unnecessary closeness given that the sidewalks were nearly empty. They were wearing what appeared to be dark suits, which should have comforted him, since that likely meant that they weren't muggers. Yet, somehow he wasn't comforted. He held his breath and watched as the two men separated and moved to either side of Dean the three of them now walking in sync. Dean's pace did not slow and neither did the pace of the men. They continued that way until they were out of his line of sight beneath the wall of the Corcoran Garage.

Call him. He took three long-gaited strides over to the counter and plucked up his phone. He had it ringing Dean's number within seconds. He held it to his head, breath held, worried, but not knowing what exactly he was worrying over. The ringing sound tensed his muscles in the back of his neck with each start and stop. Two rings now. He waited for the third. It came. He held his breath waiting for the fourth. What if he doesn't answer?

"Miss me already?" The voice was so casual, so warm. Cas finally breathed again.

"I was watching you walk to the garage," Cas said.

Dean chuckled into the phone. "Stalker."

"I was worried. There were two guys walking with you. I thought...Well, I don't know what I thought." Cas petered out with a sigh of confusion, coupled with the relief that Dean was okay.

"So, you thought that I was already replacing you just two steps outside your condo?"

Cas could hear the mirth in Dean's voice. "Yes, Dean. I was just all kinds of jealous." Cas quipped back.

"Well, you know, Cas, it was good while it lasted." Dean laughed at him and Cas joined him.

Falling back into seriousness again, Cas asked, "You are okay then?"

"I never would have pegged you for a worrier. Yeah, I'm fine. They were just ...lost." There was something in the way that Dean paused before the last word that made Cas wonder, but he let it go as Dean added, "I hate to cut this short, but I have to load up the car and get on the road. I'd talk to you while driving, but frankly, I find you too distracting, and I need to focus in the city. People drive like idiots here. I don't know how you handle it."

Cas smiled into the phone and leaned against his kitchen counter. He had not realized until that moment how much tension he was holding in his frame. "So, I'm distracting now?"

"Exceedingly. It'll be bad enough driving with just my own thoughts. I don't need your voice getting involved. You do that sexy low growly thing and I will likely crash into a bus or something." Dean sounded like he was opening and closing the trunk.

Cas, completely unconsciously thank you very much, lowered his tone and said, "Well, I wouldn't want you to crash."

There was a pause before Dean said, "Unfair. Next time I won't tell you what I'm thinking. You'll just use it against me."

Still in his lowered voice, "So, I'll see you Wednesday. Unless you find yourself here sooner."

"Stop it. I'm hanging up now." Dean sounded happy and flustered all at once. Cas liked it.

"Bye, Dean."

"Bye, Cas." The call ended and Cas thought that he would never feel happier than he did at this moment. How will I make it to Wednesday? I am going to need to convince him that Wednesday is just too far away. I'll use the voice.

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