***Pleased to bring you the final chapter in Help Me Out Dean! Thanks for all your kind words and sticking with me through this story. I'll add more notes later, but the only thing else that I plan to write for this story is a epilogue, which won't be very long. Again thanks for reading the story ...I hope you found enjoyable.***

His eyes fluttered, and he blinked. With a yawn and a stretch, he sat up in bed. Eyes puffy, he looked around, and then down next to him. Ben lay with his stomach touching the bed. His milky white skin shone from light that was coming in through the windows. Completely nude, his ass was almost in the air. Little black hairs were starting to fill in between his cheeks. Feeling his uncut dick harden, he looked away and slid off the bed as quietly as possible. Last night was the first time in well over a week they had been intimate. The feel his body and the way they moved together was incredible, like they were made for each other. Ben's deep breathing continued as Dean leaned down and picked out some clothes. Pulling them on, he scurried out of the room and wrote a note for Ben. Going back into the room, the boy hadn't moved and when Dean left the note on the bed, he halted again, and looked down. Just by looking at the raised lump under his ass cheeks, he knew he was hard. Shaking his head, he left the room and hurried downstairs.

Not hungry, he slipped outside and headed to the shed. Opening it, he climbed on top of the four wheeler and started it. Glad the weather was nice and warm, he didn't have to wait for it to heat up. Reversing out of the small building, he pulled next to the small utility trailer he had purchased a few days ago. Hooking it up, he gunned the engine and drove all the way to the small building with the go-cart parts they had discovered months ago. They had been so excited about building their own go-carts, and then when news about Lisa reached them, they lost all the will to continue their plans. Now with Lisa's health and absolute certainty that she would pull through fine, his mind went back to how it was at the beginning.

Finally reaching the small clearing, he backed up to the small building where all the parts were stored. Opening the door, he yelped and jumped back as a set of claws slashed at him. Rolling, he reached for his gun and knife, only to discover that he had forgotten them. Cursing, he stood, raising his fists for an attack. Instead, a bobcat hissed and bolted out of the small building and into the trees, three small kittens falling close behind. Letting out air, he turned and collided with Castiel. Luckily, the angel grabbed at his arm, and he didn't fall over on his ass. Staggering a bit, he looks up at him with a smirk. The angel tilted his head to the side, as if he didn't know what he was thinking. Rolling his eyes, Dean turned away and walked back toward the building, before finally peeking inside again. No further hazards were left and he let out a breath of relief.

"How you doing Cass?" he finally asked, kicking the door open wider.

"Well, thought you'd like to know…" he began, but Dean passed him parts he planned to take to the house.

He looked down at the dusty and dirty objects in his hands and frowned.

"Put them on the trailer Cass. I'm taking them back to the house. Now that everything has been worked out, I plan on fixing up that go-cart for Ben." He said, passing more parts to the angel, who hastily placed them on the trailer.

Looking at the way he had set them down, he groaned and stumbled out of the building and rearranged them. Turning, he once more ran into him.

"Dude!" he said exasperated," I'm trying to get this done so I can get back before Ben wakes.

Frowning, Cass pressed a finger to his temple and closed his eyes. A moment later, he snapped his fingers and Dean looked over at the trailer, packed with the parts in the exact way he had planned to stack them.

"Can we talk now?" he asked, showing no emotion.

"Sure." He said, walking over to the four wheeler and setting on it. "What's up?"

"Well, Lisa is doing well. She's going to be just fine." He said, with an actual smile.

Dean sat up and gave him a tight hug with relief. Coughing, the angel patted his shoulder awkwardly.

"But…" Dean went on, guessing there was something more to this visit.

"While you and Ben were…getting closer, one of the doctors at the clinic got to know her. They spent more and more time together. Dean, I looked into their minds and they care for each other a lot…a lot more than she cares for you at the moment." He said warily.

"What?" he asked in disbelief. "She couldn't have replaced me that soon." He exclaimed.

"Dean, you've spent over six months apart…in that amount of time she moved on. She cares for you, but doesn't plan on staying with you once she's healthy enough to be released." He said.

"She's going to take Ben…isn't she?" he asked horrified and on the edge of panic.

The angel's mouth twitched in an odd way."

"What did you do Cass?" he asked, tired and suspicious.

"Nothing…she's never seen me. I can be around ber and be invisible." He said calmly.

"I know." He growled, remembering how he had found out that he, his brother, and Bobby had been eavesdropped on a ways back.

Perhaps he remembered, because his looked away and he shuffled his feet.

"I simply gave her the idea Ben would be happier to stay where he was. He's got good friends, one of the top students in his school, going to be very active in a couple of the sports teams, and…" Cass smirked at him…" he's going to be what you would call a "band nerd"". He smiled. "She realizes that it wouldn't be fair to him to drag him along with her. She is still going to need a lot of attention before she fully recovers. In fact, the man she has grown close to has already asked her to move in. He plans to take care of her, especially since he's one of her main doctors anyway. Plus, he lives right in town, close to the hospital. The doctor isn't overly fond of kids, even though Ben is a teenager now. When you go to visit her in a couple of days, she plans to ask you if you'd take Ben with you, be his guardian. She'll ask you first…but says it will depend on Ben. If he says he'd rather go with her, then no harm done. She expects him to want to stay with you though." He finished, looking pleased.

"Cass, you didn't manipulate her mind very much did you? I don't want Ben to be without a mother just because of me. He still loves her more than he loves me for sure." He said.

"No, he loves you more Dean…he's old enough now that he feels if he had to be on his own, he could make it. He'll be 17 in less than two years, and at that time he could legally be an adult." He said with a faint smile.

"He loves me more than his own mother?" he asked, feeling a bit sick.

"Not the way you're thinking of Dean. He loves you romantically, he loves his mother in a paternal way. His childhood's almost over, and he's already thinking about the future, which he plans to spend with you." He said softly, smiling.

"I've already shown you what the future holds Dean, and it's good. Go with it. I'm not going to tell you anything more about it, just that you must do what you feel is best." He went on.

"So, we don't have to worry about Lisa finding out about…"he left off.

"Exactly. I will tell you Ben will need to visit her as often as possible to make it all work. I'll give you more details later, but. Dean that should be it. No more worrying about her finding out, about Ben being taken away. You're set my friend." Cass finished, with a broad smile.

Getting up, he walked up to him and hugged him for a long time, with a lot of pressure. Feeling a few tears slide down his cheek, he wiped them away as he pulled away. Patting Cass's back, stepped over the seat of the four wheeler and started it up. The engine roared to life as he took his seat. He turned to thank the angel again, but he was gone. Shaking his head in frustration, he proceeded on his way back to the house….his home. Feeling happier and lighter hearted, he pulled into the yard and parked the four wheeler down around the corner of the house, just below the small cat walk that linked Ben's old bedroom to their master bedroom. Under the cat walk, there was a small patch of cacti and thorns that he had planted to make sure no one would be able to climb up to it from the ground. The corner had ladder that would drop to the ground. Smiling, he lifted up a panel from the side of the house and pressed a combination and the ladder fell to the ground. Closing the panel, he climbed the ladder and finally stood on the walk. He began to move to the door when he caught movement from inside the room.

****Ben****

He opened his eyes and looked around. Well, he tried. At the moment, he was laying on his stomach so all he could see was a pillow. Groaning, he pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked around. Yawning, he took note of the sun already streaming into the room. On the bedside table, he leaned in and read that it was almost 10 am. Laying still for a few moments, he guessed Dean wasn't inside, at least not on the second floor. Needing to pee, he groaned and pushed himself up. His morning wood pointed straight out from his body, the patch of hair becoming ever thicker. Scratching himself, he rose and walked into the bathroom. He had to bend a certain way just to get the urine inside the bowl. Turning, he walked back towards the bedroom. At the doorway, he stopped and absentmindedly jerked his length a few times.

Before he knew it, he was stroking his cock harder than he meant. Shaking his head, he tried to think about something else, but after a few moments, he gave it up and decided to finish. Staring at the bed he hurried forward and vaulted onto it. Once there, he grinded his groin into the mattress. His hips thrusted forward over and over, increasing his speed. Rolling over, wrapped his left hand around the shaft and used the right to squeeze his nuts. Glancing over, he noticed Dean's briefs on the edge of the bed. Grinning, he reached down and took the garment into his hand. Bringing it close to his face, he sniffed. He groaned as the manly scent hit his nostrils. He could detect piss, and even cum. Opening his mouth, he pushed the crotch of it inside. Jerking his meat faster, he released his hold of them, letting them fall atop his face.

Close now, he pulled them away from his face and wrapped the underwear around his cock. He jerked his hips shakily and shot his load into them. Grunting, he pulled them away, being careful not to touch his still too sensitive dick. Lifting it to his face, he smelled the saltiness, and a moment later, he tasted it. There was a tiny rap at the window. Startled, his eyes flew open and he looked over. Standing just outside the window, Dean was smiling. Feeling the heat rise up his neck he sat up, then looked at what he had in his hand. Tossing it aside, stood and began to walk over to the door. Dean lifted his hand, ordering him to stop. Pausing, he waited. He hadn't seen it before, but he noticed Dean's right hand moving back and forth. Unable to help himself, he smirked and met his eyes. Winking, he slowly walked over to the door and nodded.

Nodding, he hurried to the door and unlocked it, then went back to the bed. Once there, he jumped up and lifted his legs into the air. The door opened, and Dean walked through, his hard uncut cock poking through the opening of his jeans. Halfway to the bed, he halted and fisted himself hand quicker, letting the foreskin cover the head.

"Pull out your nuts." Ben told him, already jerking himself again.

"No, you have to pull them out." He grinned.

"Well get over here and I will." He said, shaking his ass enticingly.

"No, once I get over there, I'm putting this straight inside you." He smirked, increasing his pace.

"It's been a while…it's going to hurt…isn't it?" he asked, trying to keep the humor out of his voice.

"Well…" he said, his pace slowing, but Ben winked, his playfulness returned. "Yes, it will. I'm rather large…and your hole is tiny." He said, taking a step forward.

"The tightness feels good around your…manhood?" he asked.

Dean walked to his side, then glanced up near the head of the bed. Grinning, he took a half step forward and reached for something behind his head. Knowing what it was, he tried to look scared. Holding the underwear in front of him and turned it inside out. Where his cum had soaked through, there was a darker shade of green. Opening his hand, the briefs fell to the floor with a soft flump.

"Those were my favorite pair of underwear." He growled.

"I'm sorry." He whimpered, grinning as Dean stood over him.

"I'm close Ben." He said, his voice shaking.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, laughing now.

"I want the first squirt to hit your cock, you can use it to finish yourself off. Spread your cheeks" He said, tilting his hips.

Nodding, he reached down and pulled them apart, exposing the hole.

"Look at that," he whispered, dropping his cock. "You've hair surrounding it, almost as much as me. You want me to lick it?" he asked, looking up with earnest.

"No, I want you to shove it into me dry." He pleaded.

They held each other's gaze. After a moment, he rose and began to work his meat, faster than ever. His jaw tightened, and he stepped forward. Pushing his cock forward, he pointed the tip at Dean. Grunting, he shot a long rope at it. Immediately, he tilted his hips and thrust inside him. Ben cried out with pain. The thickness and dryness hurt like hell. But even as he thought this, he came with the help of Dean's cum for lube. Hot liquid filled his ass Dean came inside him. It had been a long time since Dean had topped him. He had almost forgotten how big he was. When he finally finished shaking from his release, he looked up smiling. Rubbing their noses, Dean leaned down further, licking his seed off his chest. Standing up straight, he pulled out and flicked his still hard cock at him, loose cum droplets landing all lover him. Chuckling, he put his length into pants, then zipped.

"Get dressed, we have some unfinished business to take care of." He said with a smile and a pat on the thigh.

Stretching, he looked down at his sticky body and looked back at Dean. Rolling his eyes, he nodded and walked into the bathroom. Hearing the water turn on, he jumped up and walked right into him. Trying to pull him along, Dean shook his head with a smile. Pouting his lip out, he tried to look sad enough for Dean to join him.

"No. I'm going to go make breakfast." He said, ruffling his and slapping his ass as he passed him.

When he arrived downstairs, he could smell the sausage frying and even the pancake mix. Seated, he dug in just as Dean set down the pancakes. Joining him, they ate rather quickly, especially after he told him about the go-cart they were going to build. He had almost forgotten they had planned to do that months ago. Before all the trouble started anyways. Remembering something else, he looked up at Dean and asked a question.

"Dean?" he asked, sounding like a kid, "I want a pet." He said quietly.

"What?" he asked, looking taken aback. "What kind of pet?"

"Well…we have the land. How about a horse?" he asked, looking hopeful.

"You wouldn't rather have a dog? It could sleep with you at night…be your best friend." He said, surprised.

"I have you to sleep with…and as a best friend." He said softly, glancing at him briefly.

After a long pause, he smiled and nodded. Jumping up, he ran over and hugged him. It felt very strange, as the hug was more of a thank you from a child to a parent. Stepping back, he rearranged his face before Dean could see it. Picking up the dishes, he took them into the kitchen and pilled them in the sink.

"Do you have any preferences of what kind of horse you want?" he asked from in the other room.

"What do you mean?" he asked, walking back in and picking up Dean's plate.

"Breed…you want a gilding, stallion, or mare. Would you rather have a colt or foal? An older horse that's already broken?" he went on.

"How do you know all this?" he asked, perplexed.

"Sam always went on about them. He tried to get our dad to get one. But we moved around all the time. There was no way we could. Every time we were in a motel close to a farm with horses he'd always go and look at them. I never told him, because I agreed with Sam. I wanted one just as badly. But if my father heard me asking the same thing he'd look down on me. So what kind do you want? I'll get one too." He said, looking rather excited.

"I don't know…I like the colorful ones." He said, very surprised.

"An appaloosa…that's one I'm going to get….for me anyway. I want a mare so she can breed." He said, walking out of the room and into the living room.

Though he should go do the dishes, he had a feeling Dean wanted him to follow. In the other room, he had the laptop open and was typing. Walking over, he sat on his lap and watched Dean's chicken pecking. Gritting his teeth, he knocked his hands away and asked what he wanted to type. Below, he felt a twitch. Chuckling, he wriggled his butt a bit, and it grew. When they finally pulled up a page describing the different kinds of horses though, he settled down. From in the dining room, Dean's phone began to ring. Patting his shoulder, he lifted him p and then sat him down in the chair. Paying no attention he kept looking at the internet as he heard Dean speak. Hearing approaching steps, he looked up. Peering down at him, Dean looked grim but he smiled. Grabbing the phone, he put it to his ear. Meanwhile, he was sure he had heard Dean mutter something like "Nice heads up, Cass." Raising an eyebrow, he gave the phone conversation his utmost attention, guessing who it'd be.

"Hey sweetie." His mom said,

"Hey Mom. Did Dean tell you what we're getting?" he asked, excitedly.

"No, but…" she began.

"Horses! I've always wanted one….he said we can get two for sure. Maybe another, for you. That way we can all go riding together. I can't wait! This is house has so much land it's perfect for them." He grinned at Dean, taking note of a tight lipped smile.

"That's great honey…but…um…We need to talk in person. Dean's going to bring you into town. I'll talk to you then. I love you very much." She said, than hung up.

"What's going on Dean? Is she still sick? Did the cure not work?" he asked, feeling his heart sink and feeling on edge from her tone.

"No. It worked, she's going to pull through, Cass told me." he said, then frowned.

"When did you see him?" he asked, weary.

"When I went to retrieve the go-cart parts. He told me what it's all about." He said, pulling him up and gesturing towards the door.

"What?" he said, unmoving.

"You need to hear it from your mother." He said, still looking unhappy.

"No, I not a child anymore. What's going on?" he persisted.

"I'll tell you on the way." He sighed, giving him an odd, measured look.

What felt like hours later, he sat next to his mother, looking past her. Behind her, a black man stood with a half-smile that was definitely artificial. Wearing a modest suit with a white overcoat, he watched the conversation unfold. He hadn't believed Dean's story on the way, but now…this doctor had found a way into her life. Still he couldn't help but notice how he looked at her. The eye's that stared at her wasn't a predator looking at prey, but those of one who cared for her. But even as he appreciated how the man felt towards his mother, he noticed the man's gaze fell upon him, and it wasn't a friendly look. She continued to talk to him, but he didn't really listen to shocked by the new information. On the other side and further back behind his mother, he could make out Dean's form leaning against the wall by the window. He didn't say anything, but he knew this decision had hurt him. What he felt for Dean was love, which was more than he could say about the other man…Knowing that, he didn't ever want to leave him.

"Mom." He said, cutting her off. "I…I don't want to move. I like where we live. I have tons of friends, I just found out today we're getting horses." He paused, then went on. "He doesn't want me to come." He said, leaning in and speaking quietly, quickly darting his eyes behind her before returning his gaze.

The look she gave him confirmed what he suspected. But she still wanted him near her.

"Can't I stay with Dean?" he asked, hearing the child in him plead.

"He may not want you to stay with him. What if he wants to move on…find another woman?" she asked.

Looking into her eyes, she truly had no idea about them.

"Can't I ask him? I love you, but …I know my home…it's with D…it's at the house I've been living in for such a long time now." He said again, urgently.

Before she could object, he rose and walked to the door and pulled Dean inside. Dean gave him a warning glance, but played along.

"Dean, can I stay with you? Please?" he asked, not being able to keep the plea out of his voice.

"Honey, Dean will want to move on." She said softly reaching out to him.

"He can stay with me for as long as he wants." He said, quietly.

"Dean…are you sure?" she said, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, but he'll have to help out around the house." He said, looking at him sternly.

"You hear that? You won't be able to just do what you want like you'd be able to if I was around." she said with a sad smile.

"I understand." He replied, giving his mother a hug.

"I want to see you as often as I can. I will be able to visit him whenever I want, no matter the time of day." She said, looking directly at Dean.

"Of course. Whenever. It would be better if you came with us you know." He said, looking at the man standing behind her with heat.

"Dean…I just don't…feel the same way anymore." she said, sounding truly sorry.

After a moment, he nodded and looked away, and then back at him. Ben could see the hurt in his eyes, and he wanted to go to him. But that would come later…and for the rest of his life, hopefully.

"Dean," he said softly, giving his mother another kiss on the cheek while his shining eyes shifted back to Dean with triumph. "Are you ready to go home?"