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Hello my lovely munchkins.

So here we are. The next chapter. Now for those of you who wish for a full on sex scene I'm afraid you won't get it here due to the fact that I have decided, after much deliberation, that I'm not going to change the rating for this story to an M. But if any of you wish to know exactly what happens between Cas and Dean send me a pm or review and I'll publish it under a one shot.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Just like to play with the boys. But then who doesn't?

Castiel took Dean up to his apartment but instead of leading him to his kitchen for coffee he led him by the hand to his bedroom, having cleared a good access through all the books he had stacked about his apartment.

Once there he turned to Dean still not letting go of his hand.

"If you do not want to do this Dean I will understand." He said unsure now he had Dean exactly where he wanted him.

Dean smiled at the man in front of him. How could he be so commanding and unsure at the same time? It was defiantly Cas. It was one of the things he liked best about him. With that thought he raised his free hand to Cas' cheek.

"I want to do this Cas." And with that he lowered his lips to those of the man in front of him, giving him a gentle yet passionate kiss.

When they pulled apart to breathe Cas smiled up at him. Dean wanted him as he wanted Dean. That was all he needed to know. With that thought he led Dean over to his bed, so he could show him exactly how much he meant to him. (Which is a lot, for those who haven't guessed.)

Dean woke feeling amazing with a huge smile on his face. He rolled over expecting to find Cas in bed with him but instead he just found empty space. Opening his eyes he looked around and soon found the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes staring at him from the end of the bed where Cas was perched, dressed in his boxers and a tee. (Umm, who wouldn't like to wake up with Cas sitting at the end of the bed?)

"You know it's creepy, you watching me sleep." Dean mumbled pulling himself up in the bed.

"But I have finally made you the coffee I invited you in for last evening." Castiel replied with a smirk on his lips at the man in his bed. He couldn't think of anywhere he would prefer him to be. (I bet.) "Believe me I preferred what happened last night to coffee." Dean replied with a smirk of his own.

"Shall I drink yours as well then?" Castiel asked innocently, batting his eye lashes at his man.

"No." Dean replied with a shake of his head grabbing the coffee that was on the bedside table and taking a sip. Closing his eyes as the caffeine seeped into his veins. This was defiantly the way he wanted to wake up from now on. For ever if at all possible. With that thought he opened his eyes again and smiling at the blue eyed man who was still watching him.

"What do you know, I got a boyfriend who doesn't blink." Dean said off-handily, he couldn't think of any other way to bring up where they were in the relationship world in any other way in the conversation.

At that sentence Castiel blinked and tilted his head as he looked at Dean. "Am I your boyfriend then Dean?" he asked smiling softly. He really wanted to be. (Oh yeah you do.)

"If you want to be." Dean replied mumbling into his coffee while going slight pink with a blush.

"I would like that very much." Castiel replied smiling at his blushing boyfriend. Yes, that fit. It was perfect, just like Dean.

"Okay boyfriends it is." Dean said with a roll of his eyes, trying to be manly and failing miserably as he was still smiling like a Cheshire cat. (And yes Cheshire cats do indeed smile. It says so in Alice in Wonderland.) Who would have thought that Dean Winchester would ever use the freakin' word boyfriend? Not him that was for sure. But now he had said it he never wanted to take it back.

"Very well then. But I think my boyfriend should probably get up, otherwise he might well be late for work." Castiel said with a smile and an emphasis on the word. It had been so long since he had someone who was all his.

"Shit. What time is it?" Dean asked jumping out of bed completely naked, not that Castiel was complaining he really liked the view. (Wouldn't we all?)

"About 8." He replied running his eyes appreciatively up and down Dean's form.

"Stop it." Dean growled at him grabbing his clothes from the floor and pulling them on.

"Why? I'm enjoying the view." Castiel replied still drinking his coffee and smirking.

"Yeah well it's a view you'll just have to enjoy later." Dean replied with a smile as he put on his shirt.

"I'll see you again tonight?" Castiel asked hopeful, yet not wanting it to show in his voice.

"Sorry, angel. Can't tonight. I've agreed to have a drink with Sam." Dean replied with true regret in his voice.

Castiel was disappointed that he wasn't going to get to see Dean tonight but the term if endearment made him smile. He also knew how much Sam meant to Dean. He didn't want to get in the way of their relationship. (You are far too sweet Cas. You know that?)

"That is fine. I'll see you Saturday at Bobby's." Castiel said though it came out more as a question and he cursed himself for sounding so needy.

"You bet. I'll be counting the hours." Dean replied. Now he was dressed he quickly finished his coffee then went round to Cas and pulled him up and into his arms giving him a sensual kiss filled with longing and promise. "And maybe we can do something Saturday night?" he asked when he pulled away causing Cas to smile.

"Defiantly." He replied pulling Dean into one more kiss before letting him go. "Something for you to remember me by. Now go." He said shooing Dean out of his room and apartment, however much the other man was now seriously not wanting to leave.

On the threshold of the apartment they shared one more kiss before Dean left. Once he was gone Castiel shut the door and leaned against it. A massive smile on his face that he didn't think he would be getting rid of any time soon. (Hope not.) Still smiling he went about getting himself ready for working in the shop the coming day.