Hello lovely people (she type sheepishly as she looks at her screen with an apologetic look in her eyes). I'm so sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, I'm afraid that inspiration decided to go and enjoy the gorgeous weather we have been having here in the UK. So it's really all natures fault.

Anyway I'm back now so I would like to thankGuest, rainystv, lovely (Guest), ilovegayfanfiction, dauntlessinthetardis and KnightAngel13 for all the wonderful reviews. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update. I love you guys.

For those who haven't realised or seen I have posted the sex scene one shot under Explicit Excerpt: To Relieve Boredom as some of you wished to read it. For those who haven't but wish to I hope you enjoy it. For those who don't it wouldn't impact on the story in any way.

Now on with the story shall we?

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Dean arrived at work with his hair still wet from his shower and wearing the first clothes he had found in his room, and adorning his face was the biggest, cheesiest, most perfect smile that he couldn't remove if his life depended on it.

Rufus seeing that smile smirked to himself. He knew that smile. It told him that last night Dean Winchester had got some. He was glad that his and Cas' relationship was obviously moving along well. He hoped that soon Dean would feel comfortable enough with the other man to introduce him to them all as who he really is. His boyfriend. Not that everyone there didn't already know that, one look at Dean's face and everyone knew, but it would be nice for the news to come from Dean at some point. (Yes it really would wouldn't it Rufus? Though I have a feeling that if I was you I wouldn't be holding my breath. Sorry.)

Sam had had an early meeting with a new client that morning and as such he had gone into the office earlier than he would normally to familiarize himself with the case. It was due to this that when he was driving down the high street he saw a familiar looking black '67 Chevy Impala parked outside Angel Books. Looking at the car Sam smirked. Oh he was so going to have fun with this. With that he spent any free time he had that day thinking of jokes, puns and comments he could make to his brother about how he had spent the night at his boyfriend's house. And if Dean really wanted to keep his relationship with Cas a secret then he really needed to get a less recognisable car. (So true Sammy-boy.)

Of course Dean was oblivious to all of this (of course he was, its Dean), his mind could only concentrate on one thing and one thing alone. And that was Cas. His boyfriend. Just thinking the words made his smile grow wider on his face (if that was at all possible), making all his colleagues smile at him indulgently. That day Dean, who was usually the go to guy, was kept out of interrogation and his friends picked up any slack his daydreaming resulted in. They were so happy that Dean had finally found someone they would have happily taken over all his work that day.

Garth as Deans partner suddenly found himself very popular within the department, not that he wasn't normally, everyone loved the goofy rookie who had so far managed not to get himself killed, how no one knew but anyway, he found that people were stopping by his desk asking the questions they would normally ask Dean and helping him out if he got suck. He decided he liked this, feeling important, he was glad that Dean's personal life was giving him a chance to shine in his own right. (You are brilliant Garth.)

By the time 5 o'clock came round Dean was staring at the nothing tapping a pen on his desk. When Rufus came out and yelled at them all that it was drinking time he was pulled out of his daze and stared stupidly round, it couldn't be 5 already could it? (Yes.) But he hadn't really done anything all day. (We know.) He just hoped that the others hadn't noticed his distraction. (Sorry but they have, it was kinda obvious.) He would have to make it up on Monday, but first he had the weekend. The only down side was the fact that he wouldn't see Cas tonight cos he was meeting with Sam. he briefly toyed with the idea of cancelling on his brother as he put his coat on but he hadn't really seen him for a week and he really wanted to talk about Cas to someone. He would see his boyfriend (cue smile) tomorrow. A day off would probably be a good thing. Give them both a chance to think about all that had happened. After all it had suddenly started moving real fast. (So true. But such is love my boy. On occasion.)

Walking through the door of the Roadhouse he spotted Sam sitting at the bar with a beer in hand talking to Bobby. Making his way over to his brother he smiled at both men, ordering a beer from Ellen before turning to them.

"You seem in a good mood boy." Bobby said gruffly, like Rufus he knew full well what that smile on Deans face meant. And as it hadn't dulled throughout the day it must mean that he was serious about Cas. Good. (Hell yeah it's good.)

"Yeah I wonder why?" Sam said sarcastically at his brother causing Dean to look at him as he smirked at him and then continued innocently. "Dean why don't you tell us?"

At that Dean glared Sam (well as much as he could while still smiling). How could his brother know why he was smiling? (Umm, Dean everyone knows honey.) He was hiding it so well. (You are so not.)

"Just had a good day." Dean replied not looking at either of them as he took a swing of his beer.

"Just a good day?" Sam asked putting just the right amount of emphasis on the word day and loving the effect it had on his brother as dean started to go red.

At this Bobby rolled his eyes, knowing that Dean wouldn't talk about it in front of him. "Go. Talk, leave me to chatting with my real friends." He said making shooing motions at the brothers as Rufus came up to the group.

"Yeah alright old man." Dean replied grabbing Sam and pulling him away to one of the back booths. If he didn't get to discuss Cas soon he was going to burst.

"So Dean, sex after the third date? Really?" Sam asked sarcastically once they were both settled into the booth.

"How the hell did you know that?" Dean asked spluttering beer other the table at Sam, who just looked down at the mess Dean had made then back up at him with his patented bitch face.

"Well firstly I saw your car outside the book shop this morning and secondly you have your 'I got laid' smile on your face." (He so does.) Sam finally replied.

"No I don't." (Yes you do.) Dean instantly denied trying to frown but it was again ruined by his smile at the thought of what happened being Cas and him last night.

"Yeah Dean you do, but I don't want details thanks. I guess things with you and Cas are going well." Sam replied.

"Yeah there great, it was great, he's great." Dean said his eyes glazing over and his smile going soft as he thought of Cas. Drifting into his own little world which consisted of Cas and pretty much nothing else.

Sam sat there and watched his brother mentally drift off. He was fascinated. He had never seen Dean behave like this. Ever, over anyone. He truly hadn't thought Dean had a mushy bone in his body but here he was going all dreamy over a man. Sam just shook his head at the situation. If anyone had told him that this was going to happen a few weeks ago he would have first laughed in their face at the stupidly of it and then if they continued to insist it was true he would have probably punched them for saying things about his brother. And now here he was, with a front row seat to the Dean Winchester falling in love show. It was pretty incredible really, and Sam being the nice little brother he was couldn't be happier for his brother. Though he still had his doubts about how Cas felt about Dean. Hmm, he might have to investigate that. He didn't want his brother getting hurt. (Oh Sam, you going to go all big brother on Cas are you? now that could very well be rather entertaining don't you think? Cue evil cackle.)