Chapter 6- AUTHOR'S NOTE: I like to listen to Tegan and Sara when I write, here's a good one: watch?v=5HepnmfBkgI&feature=related

If you had asked Dean Winchester two weeks earlier what he considered the sexiest thing possible, he would've answered unpassionately, "Blonde. Big boobs. A bass guitarist in a band. A bit frisky... Mmmm." His answer now would be simply yet sweetly, "Castiel."

For the past week, Dean had been daydreaming about his new and dear boyfriend while he attended class. Cas telling him he was ready to have sex with him loomed over all of his imaginings and was the focal point in his fantasies, but Dean could not find any relief. Masturbating to Cas somehow seemed wrong; the man was just so damn pure! But Cas had classes everyday and was so tired when he got home, it didn't feel like the right time. It wasn't special enough for Cas. The only reason they didn't jump into the act as soon as Cas proclaimed he was ready was 'cause it was 1:00 AM on Sunday and all he could imagine was his priest-daddy shouting a sermon about the abomination of premarital sex seven hours from then. Thankfully, his dad didn't have a problem with homosexuals.

They both decided that Friday would be the big day. Cas didn't have any classes, so it was virtually perfect. Every night, they just cuddled together and talked about everything. Cas showed Dean Iron and Wine and Dean showed Cas the joys of action movies.

"Just cause we're gay doesn't mean we can't be manly."

At first, Dean avoided Sam. His little brother was, without a doubt, one of the most important people in his life and was the only person (with the exception of Cas) he'd ever revealed personal information to. Dean always kept a tough demeanor, especially around Sammy, and Dean was terrified that he had lost that. That he'd lost the badass air he'd worked so hard for. That Sam would see him as weak. He ignored the hundreds of times Sam called, despite Cas's disapproval. Dean's pride was at stake.

On Wednesday evening, Dean was giving a tired Cas a loving massage while they watched The Fifth Element on Cas's laptop (Dean demanded they watch it after Cas didn't notice a reference he made) when Sam pounded on the door.

"Open the damn door, Dean."

"Dude, I'm coming," the oldest Winchester called as he reluctantly stopped massaging Cas and opened the door.

"What the hell, man? I called 47 times. FORTY-SEVEN TIMES." Sam barged into the room and gave Cas a polite nod of the head. Cas waved his hand meekly. "I had to talk to Cas to see if you were even alive and he said you were A-Okay but I would need to come over to talk to you cause you are incapable of answering the phone due to to your value of dignity." Sam's voice dripped with sarcasm as he glared at Dean. Dean uncharacteristically did not return the attack with more fire, but looked down at the ground and frowned.

"I wasn't sure how things were gonna be now."

"What- cause of you and Castiel? I thought I made it pretty obvious that this doesn't change anything. I wanted you guys to get together!" Sam sighed, spotting Dean's worries.

"Yeah but..."

"But nothing. This. Doesn't. Change. A thing." Sam held onto Dean's shoulders and gave him a reassuring smile. A smile that let Dean know he would always be Sammy's kickass older brother, no matter what.

"Oh, man, you and I used to watch this at least three times a week! Poor Castiel, having to hear you quote every line," Sam teased when he noticed the movie playing.

"Hey, I'll have you know I have been an awesome movie partner. I didn't give away any hints about love being the final element."

"Wait- love is the element?" Cas cocked his head.

"Damn it."

Another problem Dean managed to avoid for another day was his dad. John Winchester was an ordinary man. A loving husband and overprotective father. He was a little begrudged when Sam told the family he was gonna go to college instead of working at the shop, but he'd always known that's what he'd decide to do. I mean, the kid never even touched a wrench. Dean, however, had a completely uncomplicated relationship with his dad. He'd always followed after him, idolized him. Dean knew their solid relationship would shift when he told his passionately Conservative dad he was gay and therefore waited till Thursday.

"I told my dad I was gay when I was 8," Cas admitted. He was lying in Dean's lap while he sleepily tried to write an essay. Dean ran his fingers along Cas's back as he pondered over his predicament.

"You knew you were gay when you were freaking 8?"

"Sort of. All I knew was that I'd much rather marry Panthro than Cheetara," he remembered. "My dad was indifferent to my decision."

"I always did dig Tygra," Dean snorted.

"My point is, I think you should call him and tell him. My father is a priest and he thought nothing of it, I'm sure your dad won't either."

"It's the same problem with Sam. I don't want to seem..."

"Delicate?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Sam definitely doesn't. Anyone who has a speck of sense knows you're not weak, Dean." Cas wedged Dean's phone out of his pocket and placed it into his hand and gave him a kiss.

"I'm right here."

"Yeah okay..." he grumbled.

Dean's hands shook as he called his dad. Cas noticed and took his unoccupied hand. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered.

"Well damn, my son is alive!"

"Hey, dad."

"I was wondering if you'd ditched me to work the shop alone."

"Nah. I've just been kept up. I met someone," Dean got to the point. He moved his thumb along Cas's soft hands. Cas. Cas. Cas is worth this.

"Oh, Jesus. Who is she now?" Dean's throat went dry.

"Him. His name is Cas."

Silence. Unbearable, horrible silence.

"Dad?"

"What the hell you just say?"

"Dad, his name is Cas and I..."

"No. You're making this shit up. You are not… gay."

"I'm an adult. I don't need your fucking approval. Just thought you'd like to know what I'm doing."

"A MAN?"

"Damn right!" Dean hung up. The conversation lasted less then a minute but it filled with all kinds of unwanted feelings. He turned his head from Cas and glared at the wall as he focused everything inside of him on not crying. Or punching something.

"Dean. I'm sorry; I shouldn't have..."

"Don't apologize, Cas. I had to do this. For you. For us," his voice cracked, much to his embarrassment.

"I love you." The words were an electric shock to Dean. Though tears were streaming on his face, he looked over to Cas. "It hasn't even been a week yet, but my time with you has been the most enlightening and meaningful of my entire life combined. The questions and confusion I've been living with seem to clear and fall away when I'm around you. I love you."

Dean had never been told, "I love you before." Besides Sammy and his mother. Being told by someone you love that they love you is by far the most mind-blowing feeling, he didn't even remember his argument with his dad. He held Cas's cheeks and kissed him over and over while proclaiming his love repeatedly.

Friday. The big day.

Cas (not so slyly) sent Dean away, insisting he should hang out with his brother while he got the room ready. He bought roses, candles, and lube. Castiel buying lube at the store was definitely the most comical scene anyone would ever witness, and Dean would've killed to have been there. Cas hopped back and forth on his feet and stared at the ceiling, to avoid looking the cashier in the face. After the torment, Cas hurriedly went back to the dorm and scattered rose petals and candles around the room. He timidly took off his trench coat and straightened his classic tie before sitting on the bed to wait. His fingers drummed nervously on his legs.

"Honey, I'm home!" Dean burst through the door with a jovial grin. He looked around the room appreciatively. "Niiice."

"Thank you," Cas breathed. It must have been raining, he hadn't even noticed, cause Dean was soaking. Droplets of water slipped down his neck and his hair was a wild, sexy mess. "You should take that off, before you get a cold."

"Oh, really? I'll need some help, it's clinging pretty tight," Dean flirted. Cas gulped and deliberately walked up to Dean and helped him with his clothes. His fingers moved along Dean's arms before slithering off his shirt, uncovering muscles that must have taken much of Dean's dedicated time. Dean felt his praising eyes and couldn't help but bask in the familiar admiration.

Cas leaned onto his toes and nestled his face into Dean's neck, wanting to embrace every new experience. He left a trail of kisses along his love's jaw that were filled with desire and joy.

"Mine." He kissed Dean forcefully; a kiss compacted with need and hunger. Years of being deprived overflowed him until he was close to blind. Dean was startled by the passion but recovered quickly. His fingers undid Cas's shirt's buttons and yanked off both of their clothing in record setting time.

"Hey, guess you're rising to the occasion," Dean chuckled as he led Cas to the bed and noticed his erection.

"I don't understand that reference, Dean."

"No, I suppose you don't."

Fin

(You can imagine what happens next to your own liking!)