Sounds of someone walking around in the kitchen roused Dean from his sleep. He cracked open an eye and saw Sam getting something from the fridge. Dean stretched and rolled onto his back. He was amazed at how little his body ached. Most nights when he slept on the couch he woke up with a sore back and shoulders. Today, he never felt more relaxed. Castiel's massage must have really worked great.

"Morning, sunshine." Sam smiled as he leaned on the kitchen counter. "Aren't you usually at Bobby's by now?"

Dean sat up and looked at the clock. It was 7:00. "Yeah, but I thought I would give Bobby some time to sit in the quiet today." He ran his hand through his hair. "What time did you get here?"

"A few hours ago. Why didn't you claim the room last night while I was gone?"

"I just felt like staying here." Dean laid back and smiled at the ceiling.

Sam laughed. "Why are you so happy?"

"I just had a good night." Sam just nodded like he expected that answer. Dean then remembered something he first thought yesterday. Something that he had a good guess for who was responsible. "So," Dean tried to keep his voice natural, "something weird happened yesterday. Cas came by Bobby's." He watched Sam for his reaction.

He didn't look surprised. "What did he want?"

"He had some car trouble. Why else would he be there?" Sam shrugged. "I wonder why he went there though. He's never been there before."

"I told him to." Sam said it like it was no big deal.

"Why?" Dean sat up.

"He said he was having car trouble and I knew you would take care of him." Sam tried to keep a smile down. What was that about? "And I knew Bobby wouldn't screw him over on price."

Dean nodded. "Did you happen to give him my number too?"

Sam looked like he was about to protest but decided to be honest. "Yeah, he called me for your number. He said he wanted to thank you."

"Okay." Dean fell back on the couch and closed his eyes. He heard Sam shuffle toward the bedroom. "Hey, do you work tonight?"

"No, or I wouldn't have been out so late." Dean could practically hear the eye roll.

"Well, I do."

"Kay, see you later." The bedroom door clicked shut as Sam finally headed off to sleep. Dean rested on the couch for a little before leaving for Singer Salvage. He drove straight from there to the restaurant, having changed at Bobby's. He was surprised to see Castiel there.

Dean walked behind the service station and stopped by Castiel as he rang an order into the computer. "Hey, you working tonight?"

Castiel didn't look away from the screen. "Yeah, I'm working night shifts this week. There's a new girl who can only work days."

"Oh, so," Dean shifted his feet, "I'll be seeing you more often than."

Castiel smiled. "I guess." He looked at Dean as his ticket printed. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course." Dean smiled back at Castiel.

"Good." Castiel took his ticket and walked off to visit one of his tables.

Dean had thought maybe something would be awkward at work after what happened between him and Castiel but there was nothing out of the ordinary as the night went on.

The next night was the same. There was nothing awkward, no looks. Castiel didn't even really speak to him.

On the third night, Dean found himself in the storage room with Castiel right before closing. He hadn't planned on running into him there but he decided to finally confront him. "Hey, Cas," Dean walked back to meet Castiel half way in the room, "can I ask you something?"

Castiel was holding a couple packages of napkins. "Of course."

"What are we doing?"

Castiel smiled and put the napkins up on the top shelf again. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Dean took a step closer to him, "after what happened a few days ago…was that a one time thing or…" Dean stopped when Castiel moved a few steps closer.

"Do you want it to be a one time thing?" His proximity made Dean back up a little.

"No," Castiel tilted his head, "I mean…I just…" Dean felt his back hit one of the storage racks.

"What do you want, Dean? Do you want me to talk about what happened every time we have a conversation?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

Castiel took one more step into Dean's space. Dean could feel the heat from the other man's body. "What do you want then?" Dean shivered involuntarily as Castiel leaned his face closer.

"I…don't…"

Castiel smiled. "Do you want to pretend it didn't happen or, since you don't want a lot, maybe a friends with benefits kind of thing?" Castiel's right hand moved up his side, sending heat up his body like a rocket. Castiel moved his head to the side to talk lower by Dean's ear. "'Cause I can do that if that's what you're looking for."

Dean's breath hitched. He kept his hand behind him. They were digging into the metal racks behind him. He knew if he touched Castiel he wouldn't let go. "I've never done anything like that."

"I have." Castiel nuzzled Dean's neck, sending sparks down Dean's back. "Is that what you want?"

Dean couldn't even think about what he wanted to say. All he knew was that Castiel's hand was moving over his stomach and his nose was pressing into his neck. Dean glanced over at the open door to the storage room and prayed someone didn't happen to come back for something.

Castiel could tell that Dean wouldn't be able to answer and reached past him, making sure to press his whole body against him as he picked up the napkins he had come there for. He stepped back and smiled at Dean's red face and heavy breathing. Without another word, he turned and left.

Dean could feel his body shaking as he watched Castiel walk away like nothing had happened. He ran a hand over his face and tried to remember what exactly he had needed before he was distracted. His heart had relaxed a little when a voice made him jump.

"Dean." Sam was in the doorway. When had he shown up? Sam could tell something was wrong. "You okay?"

"Yeah," his voice came out a little higher than he meant. He cleared his throat. "I'm fine." He stepped away from the rack and walked past Sam.

Sam had seen Castiel leaving the same room with a smile moments before he got there. He watched his brother leave with a shake of his head. Dean really had it bad.

The following night at work Dean could feel Castiel's presence and stare like a hot laser. Throughout the night, Castiel would frequently find a reason to come back to the kitchen and would watch Dean from the pass over window. Dean would feel it and look up to see the smoldering look for a brief second before Castiel would move out of sight. It had him on edge the whole night.

At about 9:30 Sam and Jessica came back to the kitchen, hand-in-hand. Dean smiled at the way Sam's eyes sparkled when he looked at her. "Hey, uh, Jess is giving me a ride home so you don't have to worry about me."

"And you don't have to sit around here for an extra three hours." Dean smiled at Sam's light laugh. "Thanks for letting me know." Sam nodded and turned to leave. "Hey, Sam," they stopped and turned back to face him, "don't keep her hidden from me okay? I'd like to get to know the girl that makes you so happy."

Sam's face reddened as Jessica smiled up at him. "Well I would definitely like to get to know you too, Dean." She looked at him with a warm expression.

"What are you two gonna do when you leave for Stanford?"

Sam and Jessica smiled and laughed. "Actually, we don't have to worry about that. Jess is going to Stanford too." Sam's wide smile made Dean's heart swell with happiness.

"Look at you, Sam." Dean pointed at Jessica. "Managing to find the only other person here going to Stanford."

"Yeah." The couple shared another look. "I'll see you later." Sam waved as he and Jess went out the back door. Dean waved before going back to the grill.

It wasn't long after that that Dean could feel Castiel's eyes on him again. He looked up and caught his eye. Castiel motioned for Dean to follow him before disappearing. Dean saw him reappear as he walked to the walk-in cooler. Castiel caught his eye as he slipped inside the cooler.

Dean made an excuse to go to the back and stepped inside the walk-in. He barely registered the temperature change before a hand grabbed his shirt and pushed him back into the cold metal door. Castiel's mouth crashed into Dean's in a passionate kiss. Dean made a surprised noise. He could feel the door falling open behind him.

"Get the door." Castiel growled against Dean's mouth. His right hand reached back and held the door closed as Castiel kissed him with an aggressive passion. His hands reached up to hold Dean's face closer.

Dean held Castiel's waist with his free arm. He hadn't been expecting this. Castiel's hands grabbed handfuls of Dean's hair, which was getting a little longer than Dean liked, and knocked his paper hat off. He then moved to place a leg between Dean's legs. Dean moaned and kissed Castiel harder.

Castiel pulled Dean's head to the side and kissed his neck. Dean's breath huffed out in little clouds in the cold air. Castiel nipped at Dean's neck, earning him low moans from Dean. "What time are you off?"

Dean's brain tried hard to process what Castiel had just said. "What?" Dean held Castiel tighter as he kissed his neck.

"What time are you off?" Castiel said it slower and closer to Dean's ear.

"Uh," he had to think hard, "midnight, closing."

"Meet me out back," Castiel pressed his lips to Dean's briefly, "after you're done."

Dean nodded. Castiel kissed him once more with a full body press before pulling back and pushing out of the door.

The cold air seemed to slap Dean when Castiel left. It was just like the day before. Castiel left him hot and wanting more.

Castiel had left at ten and the rest of Dean's night was a blur. He didn't remember much of anything after being in the cooler. When midnight came around, Dean kicked into high gear and did his side work faster than he had in a while. Ash was sweeping the kitchen while Dean cleaned the grill. "Dude, you got big plans tonight or something?"

Dean shrugged. "I just want to go home."

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone work so fast." Ash shook his head. "Makin my head spin, man."

Dean smiled as Ash took up his sweeping. He was almost done with everything he had to do. The promise of seeing Castiel was making his heart beat faster.

At 12:30, Dean locked up the back and turned off the last light before going to the back parking lot. His Impala was the only car in the lot. Except of course for Castiel, who was leaning on his car right next to Dean's.

Dean walked over, not knowing what was going to happen. Castiel met Dean behind his car and pulled him in for a kiss. Dean was still wearing his apron, but Castiel was quickly untying it. He held the apron as he pulled Dean around the side of his car. He opened the back door and dropped Dean's apron on the floor.

"What are we doing?" Dean kept his hands on Castiel's waist.

Castiel pulled Dean's head down for a kiss. He pushed him back until Dean's back was pressing into the Impala. Castiel slipped his hands under Dean's shirt and massaged his back a little. Dean bit Castiel's lip and pulled him closer by his belt loops. "Get in the car." Castiel pulled back and waited expectantly for Dean to move.

Dean wasn't sure if he meant Dean's or his. He sat slowly in the back seat of his car, whose back door was still open. When Castiel nodded in encouragement, Dean slid back in the seat to give Castiel room to enter.

Castiel ducked into the car and crawled over Dean to press a kiss to his lips. The back of Dean's head pressed against the window. "Why can't we use your car?" He wasn't upset, just curious.

"You have a bigger back seat." Castiel positioned himself on top of Dean and kissed him again. His hands pushed Dean's shirt up to his armpits. Dean had been warm from work anyway and felt a rush of relief at the cool night air covering his skin. Relief turned to heat again when Castiel slid down Dean and kissed his chest.

"Ugh, God." Dean threw his head back and bumped the window. Fingers traced down Dean's sides as Castiel kissed a line down his stomach. He stopped short of Dean's pants and looked up to meet his eyes.

Dean grabbed Castiel and pulled him up for a kiss. Both men feeling desire ripple through them. Castiel worked on opening Dean's pants while running his tongue across his teeth. Dean moaned and held Castiel's shoulders.

With his pants undone, Castiel pulled them down to Dean's knees. Castiel rubbed his hand over Dean's now visibly growing erection. He let out a quiet groan and moved his hips against Castiel's hand. "Cas." Dean closed his eyes and let his head rest against the window.

Castiel pulled his boxers down to release his hard dick. He took it in hand and started stroking slowly. Dean moaned louder and reached out for Castiel. Castiel leaned in and pressed his lips to Dean's throat. Castiel sped his hand up and kissed down Dean's chest again.

Dean's heart pounded in his ears. He didn't know if the anticipation of this over the last few hours made this so much better or if the exhibitionist in him was excited by being in his car out in public, but Dean hadn't felt this turned on in a long time. "Shit!" Dean's head hit the window with a thud when Castiel took his dick into his mouth. "Cas." Dean's hand weaved through Castiel's hair as his head moved up and down.

Castiel's left hand was resting on Dean's chest, feeling the racing pulse under his fingers. His other hand was trying to hold Dean still. He was beginning to thrust up into his mouth. His fingers traced lines on Dean's chest as he sucked and licked Dean's now leaking cock. He pulled off him with a pop and kissed where his fingers had traced.

Dean was finding it almost impossible to catch his breath. This man was going to give him a freaking heart attack. Dean ran his nails over Castiel's scalp. He got a groan and bite on the stomach for it. "Cas, don't stop." Castiel looked at him with almost black eyes and smiled.

He took Dean in his mouth as far as he could. He sped up with every hitch of Dean's breath and hummed when Dean would moan. It didn't take long for Dean's body to tense and release down Castiel's throat. He swallowed everything he could and pushed up to admire Dean's blissed out face.

His whole body relaxed and felt loose. Dean felt Castiel pull his boxers and pants back up. He then pulled Castiel close for a slow kiss. Castiel nuzzled his neck and whispered into his skin, "Come home with me."

"What?" Dean gently rubbed the back of Castiel's head.

"I didn't wait for you to just blow you in the back of your car." His voice was a gravelly, low sound, making Dean shiver. "Come home with me."

It wasn't a question. "Okay." Castiel kissed him lightly before slipping out of the car, not even waiting for Dean. As Dean sat up fully, he noticed they had never shut the back door. His heart flipped at the thought of anyone being able to hear what had just happened. Hearing Castiel start his car, Dean quickly exited the car and rushed to get in the passenger seat of Castiel's car.

The drive to his house felt longer than it ever did before. Castiel's pants rubbed painfully against his erection. He wanted to do so many things right now but he had to get home first.

They exited the car and went straight to Castiel's room. Dean followed as the other man turned on the light. There was no tour or explanation. Castiel's house was a little big for one person and looked a little empty. Before he could make any more observations, Dean was pushed to the bed and landed with a bounce. "So eager." Dean smiled at the serious look on Castiel's face.

"Take off your shirt." Castiel was unbuttoning his as he spoke.

"Yes, sir." Dean slipped his shoes off and tucked his feet under him as he knelt on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt quickly, hoping to match Castiel's progress. Castiel pulled his shirt off and dropped it beside him. He toed off his shoes as Dean opened his shirt. With a wide grin, Dean slowly ran his hand up his chest and pulled one side of his shirt off his shoulder.

Castiel watched Dean with warning eyes. He didn't want to play games anymore. He had been building up for this all night at work and couldn't take anymore. "Don't tease, Dean." Castiel moved to the edge of the bed, getting nothing but a bigger smile from Dean. He knelled on the bed grabbed the collar of Dean's shirt and roughly pulled the thin fabric down to his elbows and held it there, trapping Dean's hands behind him. He then kissed Dean hard, biting and licking the other man's lips. Dean moaned and returned it eagerly.

Castiel was in complete control and Dean was loving it. He felt his dick give a weak twitch of interest. With another bite, Castiel pushed Dean onto his back. He pulled his shirt off of Dean and tossed it to the floor. Dean reached up for Castiel but found his arms pinned up by him in a split second. Castiel growled, fucking growled, when Dean tried to pull his arms free.

Dean relaxed and submitted to Castiel as he attacked his neck and shoulder with rough biting kisses. This was the first time he had seen Castiel undressed in any way and he took the chance to admire the toned slim figure Castiel had. His arms were released when Castiel once again undid his pants and pulled them off. His boxers followed right after. "You're not messing around are you, Cas?"

"No." He pulled Dean's hips closer to him, leaning over his naked form to kiss him, a little less teeth this time. He then sat up and opened his jeans. They were soon on the floor beside Dean's pants. Castiel disappeared for a moment and returned with a small bottle of lube and a condom.

Dean's heart sped up suddenly. They were really doing this. Castiel must have seen his slight fear because he softened a little before leaning in close to kiss Dean with affection and warmth. "Do you want this Dean? If it's too fast, tell me." Dean relaxed and nodded. He wanted this.

"I've just never done this before," Dean's voice was shaking slightly, "with a man, I mean."

Castiel nodded. "I figured." He ran a hand through Dean's hair in a comforting fashion. "I've got you, Dean. Tell me if anything is too much." Dean nodded again. Castiel kissed him as he opened the bottle and coated a couple fingers. He ran a finger over Dean's opening gently, getting him used to the feeling before pushing in a little.

Dean tensed up at the intrusion. "Relax, Dean." Castiel moved his finger a little and kissed him again. Dean's muscles relaxed, allowing him to push in past his knuckle. He worked him open before inserting another finger and scissoring inside Dean.

He started pushing down on Castiel's fingers. It didn't exactly feel good yet, but it wasn't bad either. Castiel searched around inside Dean for that one spot that would set him off. He knew he found it when Dean cried out and arched up into him.

"Fuck, Cas do that again." He had never felt a spark of pleasure shoot through him like that before. Castiel obliged and pressed his fingers into his prostate again. Dean moaned at the feeling.

Castiel pulled his finger out to put more lube on and insert three. Dean's breath was speeding up and he was hard again. He thrusted his hips down, fucking himself on Castiel's fingers.

"I'm ready, Cas. Do it." If it felt this good now, Dean couldn't imagine what Castiel would feel like inside him.

Castiel quickly put on the condom and slicked his dick up before lining up to enter Dean. With a nod of encouragement, Castiel pushed in slowly. Dean's head fell back into the pillow with a long moan. Castiel stopped to let Dean adjust.

Dean caught his breath as Castiel stilled. He licked his lips and closed his eyes. "Move, Cas." He gritted through his teeth.

Castiel pushed in farther until he was as far as he could go. He groaned and bent down over Dean. "God, Dean you're so tight." His muscles were gripping Castiel tight and sending pleasure up his whole body.

Dean moaned in response. He pushed down on Castiel, trying to get him moving. Castiel took the hint and pulled out a little and slammed back in with a snap of his hips. Dean gasped. He pulled out farther and pushed in again. Each time Dean was louder than the time before.

Dean wrapped his legs around Castiel, giving him a better angle to hit his prostate. Dean cried out as Castiel hit it hard. "Fuck, Cas!" They both moved faster and faster. Pleasure building and pulsing through them. "Oh, fuck me, Cas." Castiel's thrust stuttered slightly at Dean's words, but then picked up the pace. Dean was seeing stars already.

"Dean." Castiel moaned as he slammed into him over and over. It was all getting more rough and uncontrolled. Sweat formed on their bodies and moans grew in volume.

When Dean grabbed for Castiel, he got his arms pinned again. He felt his stomach flip at the dominance display. Castiel kept his arms pinned above his head as he fucked Dean into the mattress. Both men groaned and felt their releases approaching.

Castiel thrusted in once, twice then felt his insides snap in pleasure. He pushed in once more and hit Dean's sweet spot again, pushing him over the edge. Both of them cried out in release. Dean coated his stomach and gripped Castiel tighter with his legs as they rode out their orgasms.

Hot breath warmed Dean's skin as Castiel gasped into his neck. He pressed his cheek against Castiel's warm face. His limbs were turning to mush after coming twice within an hour.

Castiel slipped out of Dean and sat up. He removed his condom and tossed it into the trash near the bed. He then laid down beside Dean, watching him catch his breath.

"That was amazing." Dean laughed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at Castiel.

"Do you have to go to work early tomorrow?" For what had just happened, Castiel's voice was very level.

"No, I got the day off. Bobby had to go help a friend, Rufus, with something a couple states over."

Castiel nodded. "Do you want me to take you back to your car so you can go home?" His voice was deceptively neutral.

"Are you kicking me out?" Dean smiled.

"No," he looked at the pillow in front of him, "I just didn't know if you wanted to stay."

"If you'll let me." Dean ran a finger up Castiel's arm. He looked at him with a small smile. He leaned over Dean for a kiss.

"You can stay, but I have to work in the morning."

"You do?"

"I won't be on nights much at all anymore." He sounded genuinely sad.

It all clicked in his mind now. "So that's why you couldn't let me get away from work tonight?" Castiel smiled and pushed his face into the pillow. "You just had to have me?" Castiel huffed a laugh into the pillow, making Dean smile. "So, you want to take me to my car in the morning?"

"If that works." Castiel turned his head to face Dean. "Of course, if you wanted to sleep in, I don't mind you staying here until I get back. I should be back by three."

"Really?" Castiel nodded. "Okay. That would be great."

They settled in to sleep and Dean felt weird sleeping in a bed for once and with someone else no less. It turned out to be a pretty good night's sleep though.

When Dean woke up, he forgot for a moment that he wasn't home. He felt mild panic as he looked around the unfamiliar room. But when he remembered where he was, he relaxed and stayed curled up in the warm bed.

The bright light coming in the window let Dean know it was probably close to noon. When he couldn't stay in bed anymore, he got up and gathered his scattered clothes. He took a few minutes to snoop around the house as he waited for coffee to brew in the kitchen. Castiel wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't close to his family. There were no pictures of any kind anywhere in the house. In fact, nothing was out of place or overly cluttered.

The house was big enough for three people but Castiel was alone. Dean wished he and Sam could trade him, but that would be insane. He settled in the living room with his coffee and watched whatever came on Comedy Central for the next three hours.

It wasn't until 2:30 that he looked at his phone. Sam had called him around ten. He quickly called him back. "Sam?"

"Dean, where are you?"

"I uh, went out after work. Sorry I didn't tell you."

"It's okay. Where are you?"

"I'm uh," he didn't know if he wanted to tell Sam where he was. He might have questions Dean didn't want to answer. Screw it, "I'm at Cas' place."

There was a pause. "Oh, okay."

"You don't sound surprised."

"No, I am. I just," he heard a laugh, "didn't think it would happen so fast."

"What?" Dean sat up. Did Sam already know?

Sam laughed. "Dean, I think I knew about you and Cas before you two did."

"What?!" Dean looked around the room in confusion. "Why didn't you tell me then?"

Sam laughed again. "I had to practically throw you two together for you to see it Dean."

"What are you talking about?"

Sam sighed. "I told him to go to Bobby's so you could fix his car, I gave him your phone number and encouraged him to take you out for drinks, and I told Cas to stop waiting for you." When Dean paused for too long, Sam went on, "I knew you wouldn't initiate anything with him. Stop being scared, Dean."

"I'm not scared."

"Whatever. I'll see you later." Sam hung up before Dean could argue with him. Sam had tried to set them up? Why didn't Dean notice? The sound of the door opening made Dean stand quickly.

Castiel entered with a sigh. He greeted Dean with a wave. He stopped when he saw the look on Dean's face. "You okay?"

"Fine." Dean looked at his phone before putting it back in his pocket. "Cas, I think we should talk."

"About what?" He walked over to the coffee machine and poured a cup for himself.

"About us." Dean leaned on the small island splitting the living room and kitchen.

Castiel shrugged. "Okay, what about us?"

"I know that Sam had a big part in throwing us together." Castiel froze, leaving his cup in mid air. "And that's fine."

Castiel set his cup on the counter behind him and walked to stand across from Dean. "Dean, don't try to make this into more than you can handle."

Dean closed his eyes. He should have never said anything about relationships to him. "I know I told you that I wasn't looking for anything, but honestly I was scared of…" What? He had never had great relationships with anybody in the past. Sam was the only one who hadn't hurt, betrayed, or left him…yet.

"I know." Castiel sat on the stool beside him. "You've never had a stable, healthy relationship with anyone in your life, right?" Dean looked at the table. "You think you're the only one, Dean?" Dean looked back up and saw sadness in Castiel's eyes. "Gabriel is the only person I've known that I've been really close with. Everyone else was fake and hurtful."

"What about your friends?"

Castiel laughed bitterly. "I don't really have friends, Dean. They don't stick around long. When I meet someone, I'm waiting for them to hurt me or leave me. I've never known anything else."

"I'm sorry." Castiel waved a hand dismissively. "Aren't we just a pair of pessimists?" They both laughed lightly.

"Why do you think I've worked at that place for so long?" He looked up with tears in his eyes. "People I know there have been some of the longest relationships I've ever had. I'm scared to lose them. Who will I have then?"

Dean reached out and took one of Castiel's hands. "You'll have me."

"Will I?"

Dean nodded. "I like you." Castiel smiled. "I think I could stand being around you a little more often." They both laughed.

Dean didn't know where they would be in a month or a year, or what would happen with Sam and Jessica but he didn't feel so worried when he could look forward to having Castiel by his side.