Author's Note:

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"I said I don't want to go," Dean grumbled through grinding teeth as Bobby put his bags by the door.

"And I said you're goin'," Bobby didn't skip a beat, just moved Dean's things into a pile. "We already had this discussion, Dean."

"Yeah, like five times. I keep telling you I'm not going, I won't leave you here."

"We've already got you into a college and a decent apartment, you're going and that's final."

Dean refused to listen, even when Bobby explained in detail why he wanted Dean to go to a nice school. Sam would be there with him, going to a good high school and then on to a great college. Jet would be there too, helping Dean walk through the steps of city life right at his side. But it wasn't good enough. Dean didn't want to leave Bobby behind.

"I don't understand why you can't come!" He shouted, he knew he was being a brat but he felt it was necessary.

"You're seriously going to be difficult with this, aren't ya?" Bobby sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I have my reasons, I'm an old man and I'm not ready to go anywhere." Dean knew better than to demand another answer out of that. He knew that Bobby lost his wife on that property, but that was even more reason to go to a new place. He wanted to say it but he couldn't. He couldn't push that button.

"Dean," Jet placed a hand on his shoulder and Dean lowered his head, tears stinging his eyes. "C'mon man, it's a long drive." It was a gentle way of saying Dean had to go.

"I don't want to say goodbye," Dean shook his head and Bobby hugged him again.

"No one's sayin' goodbye, kid. I'll see you later, okay?"

Dean nodded and dropped his face against Bobby's shoulder. He had to move forward, he told himself over and over again. "I'll see you later, Bobby."

Dean walked through the mansion peeking into rooms, searching for the one that might have clothing in it. Some of them looked like no one had been inside for ages; it was a little eerie. Cas followed his lead, majority of him was dry but his wings were still wet; Dean knew because of the trail of water they left along the floor.

It took too long to find a room that looked like it might've been occupied once but Dean managed to do it. He walked in and went right to the wardrobe in the hopes of finding something comfortable to put on Cas.

Castiel stopped by the door and waited, Dean noticed a few distressed sounds and glanced back to check and see if he'd accidentally closed the door. It was open and Cas was in plain sight; he had no idea what was bringing on those odd whimpering noises. "It's alright Cas, I'll be right out." He said reassuringly as he tossed through a few shirts. It was obvious Cas' wings wouldn't fit into shirts, Dean knew better than to attempt to put him in one just yet.

There was a pair of white pants, thin and baggy and, in Dean's opinion, perfect for Cas' first pair. They had an elastic waistband, they'd barely cling to his legs at all, it would be almost like wearing nothing. Dean lifted them up in triumph and turned around with a grin, Cas anxiously paced by the door but perked up when Dean did.

"Got 'em," Dean claimed as he waltzed out the door, Cas stared at them for a moment then looked at Dean for clarification. "These're for you," he pretended to put them on then offered them to Castiel. The reaction he got wasn't exactly expected; Cas swatted them out of Dean's hand and shuffled away with a scoffing snort. Dean frowned but picked them up again, choosing not to understand Cas' tone. "C'mon Cas, it's fine. They're comfortable and warm, you'll like them." He moved closer and knelt down in front of his stubborn friend.

Castiel hesitated, staring curiously at Dean who kneeled before him. Cas squatted down to be level with him, which gave him an idea. Dean moved to sit with his feet forward and pat the floor next to him. Cas tilted his head in confusion but mimicked regardless, he sat down and straightened his legs like Dean had, wiggling his toes while he waited for something to make sense.

Dean smiled, "There you go," he reached over and gently touched Cas' leg, the winged boy remaining still and watching in silence. Dean carefully lifted Cas' leg and slipped the first pant-leg on, and that was as far as he could get. Castiel shrieked and furiously flapped his wings, propelling him further away from Dean. He chattered angrily, almost like a fast-talker cursing someone out but in gibberish.

"C'mon!" Dean whined and stood up again, lifting the pants uselessly; "Just put 'em on, it'll be fine. They're totally safe."

Cas barked once in response, indignant and perturbed. Dean sighed and walked past Castiel down the hall, his English-challenged friend bickering at him as he passed. Dean walked a few feet and heard Castiel following him again; he was going to get that naked ass in some pants if it killed him.

They walked all the way to the main entrance in silence; Cas was getting a bit closer but remained at a distance. Dean ventured into the sitting room and dropped onto a couch, waiting as long as it took Castiel to inch close enough. The second he saw his chance, which had taken about five minutes, Dean leapt into action. He jumped onto Cas and wrestled him to the ground, Dean anticipated the squealing but it was a lot sharper than expected. He struggled to get the pants over Cas' legs and managed to do it, though Castiel didn't stop fighting back.

Dean thought he was in the clear and could pull the clothing up to Cas' waist, but he wasn't expecting the beat down of wings. Cas' extra appendages pounded him with increasing strength, the more distressed Cas became the harder he hit. Dean wound up covering his head, abandoning his endeavor in order to protect himself. Even with Dean having given up Cas was relentless. He screamed incoherently as he smacked Dean down onto the floor, frantically moving away for an escape.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Dean cried out and Castiel sped away from him to the doorway. He looked up and watched Cas thrash about until the pants were freed from his legs, viciously bright blue eyes glared back at Dean.

Castiel hissed until the sound dissolved into a deep growl, he swatted the cloth away whilst hissing again as he ran out of air. Dean moved to get up but the sudden shift had Castiel screeching at him, wings arched and teeth bared. He froze, his heart starting to race as his imagination ran away on him. Cas could probably tear his throat out if he did anything stupid, though Dean couldn't help but think about how Cas 'saved him from drowning' earlier.

"Cas, it's alright," Dean moved slowly which seemed to be fine; Cas bristled a little but didn't freak out. Dean managed to stand up and took a few steps closer, Cas shuffled back for each step but he didn't do anything insinuating violence so Dean kept walking. As he got to the doorway he leaned down to grab the pants, which was the move that made Castiel run. "Cas!" Dean shouted and bolted after him, reaching the main entrance and watching Cas fly up to the fourth floor balcony. "You're seriously going to be difficult with this," he sighed in defeat and dropped down onto the floor.

"Did you even try?" Jet stood with his arms crossed, his tone wasn't so much scolding as it was exasperated.

Dean gestured wildly toward Castiel, who was still perched on the fourth floor balcony, just as naked as ever. "Have you tried getting him to wear pants!? He's impossible! He beat me up with his wings!"

Jet raised an eyebrow but said nothing for several seconds as Dean attempted to explain his failure. "What'd you do, try and pin him down and force them on him?"

Dean paused and shrugged, trying to look less guilty. "Only after he refused to let me do it calmly." Jet snatched the cloth from Dean's hands and walked into the entrance, he looked up at Cas who's glare was painfully bright.

"Hey Cas," Jet called in the friendliest tone Dean had ever heard him use, he'd heard it before but those were on rare occasions. "Can you come down? I want to show you something."

Castiel remained still and watched Jet with an only slightly less grumpy expression. He circled around on the bannister but didn't come down.

"Not a fan of pants, I take it?" Jet lifted the garment up and earned another angry hiss from their new friend. "Alright, alright," he dropped them to the floor at his feet and raised his hands again, showing there was nothing in them. "See? No pants."

Cas' wings fluttered agitatedly but he looked a tiny bit less upset. Jet waited patiently, his hands open and posture welcoming as he smiled up at Cas. Dean stood in silence for several minutes, his expression slowly dropping into annoyance. He tapped his fingers along his arm impatiently and looked up at Cas who hadn't budged.

"The hell are you doing?" he asked and Jet shushed him.

"Not so loud man, he needs to feel welcomed down here."

"He's clearly not coming down," Dean would admit he was frustrated but he wouldn't really consider that he was doing anything unhelpful. Cas was being difficult on purpose, he'd listened to Dean on other occasions but apparently Cas was too good for pants. "Besides, you look like you're pretending to be Jesus."

"Fuck off," Jet responded dryly without changing his friendly expression, it almost made Dean laugh. Jet did drop his arms though and looked around, "It's gotta be something else… maybe if you get out of sight."

"Seriously?" Dean protested but Jet waved a hand at him.

"Shoo, get outta here."

Dean grumbled but listened, moving out of Cas' sight and waiting. Jet looked up at Cas again, "He's gone, you can come down." Dean saw Jet's expression change from his vantage point; his friend looked around again and picked up the pants. "These?" Another hiss was Cas' reply. Jet nodded and looked at Dean, "Okay it wasn't you, you can come back."

"Awesome," Dean rolled his eyes, "Glad we could waste everyone's time."

Jet didn't answer; instead he started to pull on the pants Dean had struggled to find. He tore it up until it was unrecognizable and threw the pieces down, letting them scatter to show it was no longer in existence. He smiled up at Cas again, "Better?"

Castiel was far less tense; he peered down at the pile and chirped a few times. Jet leaned over and kicked the fabric around, pretending that was what Cas had wanted him to do. Dean was surprised to see it had worked when Castiel dropped down to the main floor, he still kept clear from the used-to-be garment but inched closer to the boys. Jet walked over to Cas to ease the stress of getting near the traumatizing remains, and as soon as he was far enough away from it Cas jumped on him.

Dean would've lied if he had said it didn't make him jealous. He didn't know why he felt that way; Cas could nuzzle whomever he wanted. Dean wasn't the only one around, though he was the one who let Cas free.

However, despite his poorly hidden bitterness, Dean noticed that Jet really appreciated it. He was smiling earnestly, struggling a little to hold Cas up since the big kitten was crawling on him, but still smiling.

"I guess we'll hold off on that for a while," Dean stated it just as much as he was asking Jet, seeing as how Jet was the one who insisted to begin with.

"Yeah, yeah," Jet relented and ruffled Cas' hair, "this son of a bitch purrs pretty damn hard, doesn't he?"

Dean laughed, "He does, it gets kinda loud at night."

"I believe it. Now help me get the groceries inside, I bought enough to feed this hungry hippo."

"Right," Dean glanced at Cas again; he didn't miss how Castiel looked at him. It was like a betrayal, Cas looked hurt and watched Dean with stressed eyes.

It hurt more than Dean had expected it would. He lowered his gaze and turned away, he didn't understand what Castiel freaked out about so badly but he should have stopped. He knew he should have. Cas couldn't say no to anything directly, that didn't mean he couldn't deny something.

"I'm sorry, Cas." He said softly as he walked by, he couldn't look at Castiel without feeling guilty.

Then foreign fingers laced in between his own and startled him, Dean's gaze snapped up to see Cas holding his hand. It was a delicate touch, hesitant but still strong in its hold. Castiel was crouched, his head tilted down but his eyes were fixed on Dean's face. He let out a small whine and moved a little closer with small steps. He looked apologetic, his wings were down, basically drooping and his shoulders were slumped.

Dean knelt down to be level but Castiel dropped a bit lower, "Are you sorry for hitting me?" Dean asked quietly, he knew that Cas probably didn't understand what that meant but he felt that maybe Cas understood enough of it.

Castiel shuffled forward on his knees and rested his head against Dean's shoulder, that same high whine whimpering out of him like a puppy. Dean smiled sadly and nuzzled Cas' cheek a little, "It's okay, Cas." He turned his head enough to see Castiel's face, glad to see there was almost no glow to his eyes.

Castiel leaned closer and licked Dean's mouth. It sent a jolt through his body and his face flushed with heat. "What?" He stuttered in surprise and heard Jet cackling by the entrance.

"Oh my god!" Jet wheezed and wrapped his arms around his stomach.

Dean would have shouted at him but he was a little too close to Cas to start being loud. He laughed awkwardly instead and mussed up Cas' hair, at least Castiel looked a little happier. "Let's uh… go get the stuff to make food now, what'd'ya say?"

"Dude," Jet wasn't done and Dean had to flip him off. "Don't you get it?" Jet didn't react to the blatant rage Dean was displaying toward him.

"Get what, asshole?"

"Dogs do that, they lick the mouth of their master to show subordination." Jet wiped his eyes and sighed having caught his breath again. "That's so cute."

"You're a dick." Dean helped Cas stand up again, glad to see the pep back in those wings. Castiel nuzzled Dean's face again, this time though he was careful to not let any tongue action occur.

"Hear that?" Jet smirked, there was a familiar rumbling engine closing in and Dean knew exactly what Jet meant.

"Don't you dare."

"Sam absolute has to know about this."

"I will kill you."

"Try it, tough guy."