Dean's face was pressed up against his pillow, and his feet were tangled in the sheets. Cas had to be at work early this morning, and he had already woken up, so the bed was Dean's to claim. Most nights he was forced to share the full size bed with his boyfriend (and he wasn't complaining) but Dean liked to sprawl all over the place.

Cas came back into their bedroom and pulled his dress shoes on, "Come on Dean it's not that early, you should wake up." Cas didn't hear what Dean said to that, his words were muffled by the pillow, "It's almost seven, Dean, and you have to be at work at eight." When Dean didn't sit up, Cas pulled down the comforter and let the cold air hit his boyfriend's body.

Dean was wide awake then, wearing nothing but dark brief boxers, he sat up in bed and glared at the older man, "I'm going to make you pay for that."

Cas was smiling, already in a good mood, "How?" he tilted his head to one side.

"I'll withhold sex."

Dean crossed his arms in front of his chest and continued to glare at Cas, "I highly disbelieve that." Cas leaned down and kissed Dean's unyielding lips and pretended to look hurt, "Fine then, don't kiss me goodbye."

He made it to the front door before he heard Dean behind him, "Big baby." he heard, and then arms were forcing him to turn around, and he was pushed up against the door and lips where on his and Cas's eyes fluttered closed.

Dean drew a hand through Cas's messy, black hair, and another down the side on his stomach. The side of Cas's lips quirked up, "I don't have time for this, Dean. I've got a bus to catch." but he pulled him back and drew out another long kiss before he pushed dean away and smiled up at him. "Remember tonight to come home early so we can go to that restaurant to meet Sam's new girlfriend, Jessica."

"How could I forget?" he backed away from Cas so he wasn't crushing him against the door anymore, "She's all Sam can talk about."

"Bye, Dean." Cas kissed his cheek, and opened the door, "I love you."

Dean walked over to the kitchen and called from behind the counters, "I know."

"Do I really have to wear this tie?" Dean picked at his jacket. He was standing in the bathroom next to Cas who was fixing his tie.

Cas was dressed in his work clothes, he didn't need to change because his job required him to dress nice, "It's a nice place, it's not a place that see's a lot of plad." Cas walked out of their tiny bathroom and pulled on his trench coat, "Come on, or we'll be late."

Dean came out of the bathroom and opened the apartment door for Cas, "Sam expects me to be late. If I'm early he'll be worried."

At the restaurant Sam's eyes raised when he saw Dean and Cas sit down at exactly seven o'clock, "What's wrong?" he looked at Cas, then back at Dean.

Dean looked over at Cas and smirked, and then he looked across the table, at the petite blonde who was clutching Sam's arm, "Care to introduce us Sammy?"

Sam blinked, clearly caught off guard and shook his head, "Oh yeah, right." the blonde let go of Sam's arm and caught his hand when he offered it, she smiled and Dean had to admit that she was really pretty. "Jessica, this is my brother Dean, and his-" he paused for just a second, but Cas noticed it, "boyfriend Castiel, but you can just call him Cas."

Jessica smiled and nodded her head at Cas, "I love your eyes, they're so bright. Mine are just a really dull blue." Cas laughed and shook his head, "I've always wanted to meet someone with eyes like that."

Dean raised an eyebrow at that, "Why's that?"

She blushed and looked over at Sam, and he was frowning a bit, "I've always thought that bright eyes mean they had a bright mind, and blue is my favorite color." Jessica leaned into Sam just a bit, "But hazel is extremely dazzling, there's just so much color in it."

Sam smiled and cleared his throat, "Dean, Bobby said you started working on the impala again." Sam looked down at Jessica and explained, "It's the car our dad had. He died in a car crash, it was just a twisted piece of metal, but Dean's been working on it for about two years. He's a mechanic."

"Oh, interesting, I use to drive a '79 z28 Camaro. I had to help my dad out with a few things on it."

Dean smiled at her, 'Sammy had caught himself a good one', he thought to himself. He went on to talk about his plans for the impala, and Jessica told him various things about her old Camaro, but Cas was looking off into the distance, just thinking. It had been nearly two years since he and Dean had started dating, and Sam still mistrusted him.

One mistake and the younger Winchester judged the ground he walked on.

Halfway through dinner Dean turned the conversation back towards Cas, "No, but if you want to have your mind leak out through your ears, you should hear Cas teach. He's a professor down at Kansas University."

Jessica laughed and Sam, seemed to have toned out, "Come on, you haven't even been to one of my classes, Dean. How could you possibly know if I was boring or not?"

Blonde hair bounced, as Jessica tried to stop laughing, she liked Castiel, and she wasn't put off that he was gay, and it helped that Dean was such a charmer, "That's mean Dean, come on Sam. Tell your brother to stop being mean to poor Castiel." She was smiling, and Dean told her that 'Sammy couldn't make me do one damn thing'. Sam faked a smile and opted to stay out of the friendly banter.

"Excuse me; I have to go to the bathroom." Castiel smiled at them, and got up from the table. He heard Dean start in on another story of how Sam was the geekiest kid. In the bathroom he pulled out his phone, and realized they'd already been there for an hour, and in that time Sam hadn't said more than ten words to him.