AN: Thanks for the kind reviews. I loved the way that you all conveyed your thoughts this round. I mean how awesome that you are hearing DooWop theme songs, comparing this to chicken nuggets, and getting the butterflies. Thanks for making me feel like a million bucks. Here's another bit of cuteness for you. Consider it my way of saying thanks.

Cas laid on his stomach with his arm draped across Dean's chest. Dean's hand was resting on the back of his thigh. Cas rolled onto his side and scooted up against him. Dean didn't stir. He was so soundly asleep. The sun was just slipping through the window. The rays were tracing a path to the bed. Dean's hair was made more golden in the light. It stood up in little tufts on top of his head. Cas wanted to run his fingers through it. Instead he just lightly passed his hands over the edges of the wisps of hair, letting them tickle his fingers. He wanted to kiss him. He thought about just waking him up, but there was something beautiful about the peaceful look on his face. So, Cas let him sleep.

Then he saw one of Dean's eyes crack open a little. "What are you staring at, Cas? You're going to wake me up with all of that staring." Dean muttered and then closed his eye again.

"Being awake is good." Cas pressed up closer to him. Dean cracked his eye open again.

"I was having a good dream."

"Hmm, tell me about it." Cas stretched his arm out over Dean's chest again, resting his head in the crook of Dean's arm.

"So, it is all fading now, because someone had to wake me up, but I think there was this guy and he kept trying to convince me that my clothes were trying to kill me and that they absolutely had to be removed." Dean smiled down at Cas' upturned face. "It was all quite serious; I don't know why you look like you are going to laugh."

Cas did laugh at that. "So did this guy save you from your killer clothes?"

"He was about to, but then you had to wake me up. I may never know the end."

"Maybe we should make our own ending." Cas began kissing his shoulder then and ran his hand down Dean's side, feeling him shiver as he moved.

"Actually, I am going to have to get up if you are going to get your bike back before tomorrow."

"I would rather have this." Cas kept kissing Dean. His fingers hit the waistband of Dean's boxers.

"You aren't thinking clearly. That bike is your way home. Stop letting 'Little Cas' do your thinking for you." Dean reached down and pulled Cas' hand back up to his chest.

Cas looked up at Dean then, all sad puppy eyes and said, "You are no fun."

"That's not what you said last night." Dean kissed him on his forehead and then nuzzled down into his hair breathing deeply from Cas.

"Like I said before, I say a lot of things. If you are going to be my boyfriend, you are going to have to learn when to take me seriously." Cas reached out to Dean's face and pulled him down into a kiss.

"So, you are throwing a title on this? Boyfriend?" He said the last with a lower tone.

"Yep. You got a problem with that?" Cas popped up and with a swift move was on top of him.

"No, I guess I don't." Cas could feel just how little Dean minded the situation.

"So, you'll tell Sam?" Cas asked while pressing down with his hips. Dean rolled him off though and onto his side.

"Don't push." Dean sat up. "Sam can already tell anyways. I don't want to have some chick flick moment with him."

"Nope. You have to tell him." Cas said again. "It matters. He'll just keep asking me until it comes out. It just will." Dean got up off of the bed then. "It's like lying, Dean. He's your brother. You should tell him."

"I probably won't have time to tell him. I am going to be pretty busy."

"Lame. You make time."

"God, Cas." But Dean didn't sound irritated. He sounded kind of defeated. Cas got up on his knees at the edge of the bed.

"Come here." Dean came over. Cas ran his hands over Dean's waist and around to his back. He pulled him closer. He smiled up at him and said, "You're my boyfriend."

"I think that we established that ." Dean smirked down at him.

"I know. I just like the sound of it." Cas pressed his lips to Dean's stomach and then lingered there. Dean reached out to his face and lifted his chin.

There was a knock on the door then and Bobby's voice called through, "You boys get dressed and come on down. I ain't running a bed and breakfast, and that bike ain't going to fix itself."

Dean quickly stepped back then and looked like the personification of panic."Shit." Dean let that one word slip.

"Yeah, Dean. I know you're in there. Now you and your boyfriend get down here and help me make breakfast. I'm giving you five minutes before I come in there and drag your asses down."

They could hear him thumping down the steps. Cas was laughing a little at the whole experience. Dean however looked like he had just seen a ghost. "Shit, Cas."

"It's not a big deal, Dean. You act like we were going to keep this a secret." Cas got up then and made his way over to his suitcase while Dean rummaged around on the floor for his clothes.

"It is a big deal. You don't get it. I don't...I, arg, God. Shit." Dean was having a bit of a panic filled moment. Cas watched, not sure if this was funny or tragic. He let Dean just storm about the room looking for his pants. Cas could see them in the corner where they got tossed. Dean kept bending down to look under the bed. His efforts afforded Cas a nice view, so he decided not to help. Dean finally calmed down a little and looked to him for help. "Well, are you just going to sit there or are you going to help me find my pants?"

"I wouldn't want your killer clothes to get too close to you." Cas suppressed a laugh just a little.

"It's not funny anymore. Help me." Dean was standing there in his shirt and boxers. Cas got up then and walked over to the corner. He bent down and scooped up the pants.

"Fine then, cover up. See if I care." Cas sat back on the bed again and watched Dean quickly put the pants back on. "So, are you going to go into full on denial mode when you get down there?"

Dean was breathing heavily and did not answer. He turned to the door and stormed out. Cas followed him at a leisurely pace, somewhat looking forward to breakfast. He replayed Bobby's words and his tone, and found that neither contained an ounce of judgement. It would be alright. He actually loves Dean. With that thought he smiled as he followed Dean. He did not need to worry.

Review, Fav., Follow. Oops, I think that I told you all that this chapter would have more exposition. I was wrong, just exposed Dean and Cas. :) Next up the other kind of exposition. 'Till then.