A/N: Finally! So sorry on the long wait – worked at my job way too much in one month, and whenever I did get to writing this chapter, I'd have to either stop to go to work or needed to go to sleep. And I wrote so many drafts of this chapter I can't believe it - never have re-written a chapter so much before. So it's not quite exactly what I envisioned for it, but I'm much more satisfied with it than the other drafts. I hope it's enjoyable, and thanks so much for reading!

Both men were quiet the next day. Not a 'hello' during breakfast, not an "are you ready to go" when it was time to go to work in the barns. The only attempt of communication was Castiel shooting Dean an angry glare that could have peeled paint off the walls, it was so sharp. Yet, Dean couldn't bring himself to speak up at all, because if he did, he was afraid it would lead to the subject they had been tiptoeing around all day.

Finally, after a silent dinner, Castiel said, "Dean, can you take me to the bus station? I think it's time for me to go."

Dean didn't like the way that statement was making his heart sink down like an elevator with a broken cable. However, he realized it was the natural course of action; he did tell Castiel after all that he wasn't interested - not that it was exactly true, now that Dean had had all day to think about it.

"So soon?' Was all Dean was able to say. But it came straight from his heart.

Castiel looked as if he could read the sincerity in Dean's voice. His hardened face softened, and he leaned over and put his hand on Dean's shoulder.

The touch was electric. Dean had to take a deep breath to absorb it. All day his entire body – his entire being, had been aching to touch Castiel, but he had stubbornly refused to let that happen.

"Dean," Castiel said, softly, "I'm tired of holding back. You say you aren't attracted to me in that way, but the tension in the room is thick. I can feel your need for me just as well as I can feel my own need for you. If we are not to act on this, I should be going. It would be more comfortable for me. Probably for you, too."

"I don't feel comfortable at all about you leaving," Dean mumbled.

Castiel surprised Dean by smiling. "You're actually really cute when you're vulnerable," he said. "It's not a side of you I get to see often."

Dean wanted to bristle and tell him it wasn't a side he would see often at all, but Dean resisted his desire to put up more walls. Which left him at a loss of what to do next. He both wanted and didn't want something to happen, at the same time.

Castiel moved in, and placed his lips on Dean's. He kissed him briefly, and Dean felt the delicious combination of soft lips and scratchy stubble against his own. Even more delicious was the rush spreading through his entire body. Castiel said, "I think you're waiting for me to take some action, because you have trouble taking the first step. Tell me if I'm wrong." Even if Dean had wanted to answer, it would have been impossible for the next few minutes, because Castiel kissed Dean again, deeply, with the occasional tongue and fond kisses on various places on Dean's face.

Paralyzed with amazement with how good he was feeling, Dean didn't do much other than kiss back when Castiel's lips were on his, and groan when Castiel was nibbling Dean's neck and ears. Finally Castiel pulled away – and he was practically sitting on Dean's lap at this point – and looked at Dean expectantly.

"Please don't stop kissing me," Dean begged. "But how on earth did you learn all this stuff? The Pizza Man?"

Castiel smiled and said, "No, down in Texas." Then he started kissing Dean's forehead and eyelids before heading back to Dean's lips.

"Wait," Dean said, putting up his hand. "Who – who were you kissing in Texas?"

"A whore," Castiel said, and then placed his arms around Dean and kissed Dean deeply. Dean responded in kind for a moment, wrapping his arms around Castiel and wondered why it had taken him so long to get to this moment. It felt like heaven.

After satiating his desire for a few more minutes, Dean said, "So you finally managed to hook up with a whore, Cas! I'm proud of you. But if you learned all this in one session, I'd say you're a quick learner…"

"No, not one session. I hired him for several sessions." Castiel started kissing Dean again, but Dean pulled away.

"Him? You hired a male whore? Are you gay, Cas? And you've already been with a man?" Dean felt deep disappointment, although he couldn't sort out why at the moment.

"Well, I am here kissing a man," Castiel pointed out. "But I didn't hire a male whore because I am 'gay', per-se. I hired him, well, because I wanted to learn."

"Learn what?" Dean asked, slightly angry. He still couldn't put his finger on exactly what he was feeling, but jealousy was definitely part of the picture.

"Why are you angry, Dean?" Castiel asked.

"No, I asked you first. What did you want to learn?"

Castiel looked down shyly. "I wanted some self-confidence and some know-how about relationships. I wanted to know the best ways to please a man, as well. Sexually, of course."

"Why?' Dean asked stupidly.

"So I would know how to please you, Dean, if it ever came up. And by 'it' I don't mean your penis, I mean if the opportunity came up – of course if the opportunity came up, I assume your penis would come up as well…"

Dean laughed nervously. "Jesus, Cas, you really were thinking about – this – while down in Texas? How could you know we'd ever – ah – do things like that together? I'm not exactly gay." At the same time, Dean couldn't help but make a mental note that his cock was most definitely 'up' at the moment. Which was pretty damn gay.

"I didn't know. But I figured I'd better be prepared. I think if I'd come up here as my old self, you could have easily pushed me over and we never would have gone anywhere. But I thought maybe if came prepared, I'd have more of a chance."

"Of what?' Dean was dying to kiss Castiel again. He leaned in tentatively and Castiel met him with another languid kiss. Then Dean asked, "I'm trying to figure out what you were plotting down there in Texas. To be in a relationship with me? To screw my brains out? What?" Dean's heart fluttered – at both.

"I wasn't plotting, Dean. I knew there was a great chance you wouldn't be interested. I would never want to have something that was against your will. But I thought, if I had been right about our bond, and the way I feel about you were to reach any kind of fruition, I wanted to be prepared. Not only for myself, but for you."

"Let's quit talking," Dean said, overwhelmed. All he wanted at the moment was to feel Cas all over him again. They clutched each other and kissed, Castiel practically falling on top of Dean as Dean leaned over on the couch. They continued to kiss like that, with Castiel lying on Dean's chest, time having stopped as far as Dean was concerned.

Later, Dean pushed at Castiel and said, "I need a drink of water." Castiel moved and Dean got up, walked to the sink and got a glassful. He gulped it down and walked back to the sofa and Castiel asked, "Are you not liking what we have been doing?" Castiel asked.

"I like it," Dean said. "I mean, look at me," he said, pointing to his enthusiastically erect cock. "That doesn't mean I'm ready to take a plunge into the realm of man-on-man sex. It still weirds me out. So, I'm not sure what we're going to do here. You may be dying to fuck my brains out, but I'm not ready to make the leap."

"Want to keep kissing?' Castiel asked coyly.

Dean nodded hard. They were back into each other's arms, Dean feeling safe from the entire world there. Except from his own fears. He wished they'd go away, or something. This kissing felt so good, it would be great to move forward – but was uncertain about the whole thing. He was hesitant to take the next step, it was such uncharted territory for Dean. He realized that was why he was disappointed Castiel had been with another man. Dean wished they'd had the opportunity for them to explore uncharted territory together. But here he was doing things with Cas, and Cas was the one more experience. It was so ironic, Dean snorted.

"What?" Castiel asked. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm like the virgin, here. I still can't believe you've already done things with a man."

"I didn't do a whole lot," Castiel said to reassure him. "I saved certain things for you."

"Um, you did?" Dean said. He was surprised by the rush of pleasure he felt, even though he was nervous about even the thought of acting on these certain things.

"Maybe we're moving too fast," Dean said, jumping up. He paced, wishing he could remove himself from the trap he felt he was in. "I can't just jump into sex with you, Cas, it feels too weird."

"But I never said we had to, Dean," Castiel said. "I thought we were going to just kiss."

"Yeah, well this kissing and stuff is turning me on something fierce. Let's just take a breather, okay?"

"I understand," Castiel said, and got up. Dean noticed Castiel's erection pressing against his tight jeans, which didn't help the matter at all. Dean looked away. "Let's have ice cream or something."

"I like chocolate," Castiel said, and Dean laughed. "I know. You told me. That's why I got some at the store, remember?"

Dean dished out a couple bowls of ice cream, and Castiel respectively sat on the armchair when Dean sat back on the sofa. "So, tell me more about Texas. Um, leave out the whore part, though."

"Texas is very warm," Castiel said.

Dean laughed. "That it is. What else?"

"The alleyways of the city were really dirty. No one should have to live in those conditions."

This thought sobered Dean considerably. "You were really homeless, Cas?"

"Yes. For about three days. Then someone told me about a free clinic, and the doctor who treated me told me about the homeless shelter. From there, I was told how to find a job, and once I got a paycheck, I made a down payment on a studio apartment."

Castiel continued to tell Dean various things about his time in Texas, a lot of it being a repeat of what Dean had already heard. But Dean didn't mind. He sat there enjoying the sound of Castiel's voice, his attractive innocence, and of course, the view. Dean was fully aware now that Castiel was drop-dead gorgeous.

They finished their ice cream, and then played a few games of cards. Dean felt happy, as long as he didn't think too hard about what was going on between the two of them. For now, he was glad Cas wasn't leaving. And he was glad as hell that Castiel could no longer disappear at the blink of an eye, but he felt like a traitor for thinking so.

Bedtime approached, and Dean took the couch. "Do you want to sleep with me, Dean?" Castiel asked, as he climbed into bed.

"Let's take this one step at a time, Cas," Dean said. He came over and kissed Castiel on the lips. "Goodnight. See you in the morning."

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The next morning, they kissed and nuzzled each other briefly, before Dean broke away to make breakfast. Then they walked to the closest barn to begin their chores.

Dean pushed himself a little harder than usual, anxious to get away from cows and the stink. Dean looked across the way at Castiel once while he was sweeping up and saw that Castiel's shirt was more sweat stained than Dean's. Great, Dean thought. He'll probably get first dibs on the shower. As grateful as he was to have Castiel around, sitting around waiting for his turn in the shower, while smelling like shit, wasn't any fun. Dean started considering what it would be like for them to take a shower together – and cut himself off when his cock started twitching. He went back to his task, thinking about Sam, and wondering which plaid shirt he'd be wearing when they met up again.

For a few seconds, anyway. Then he was back to thinking about Castiel. Dean looked up again, anxious to see his face.

Castiel had taken his shirt off. Sweat glistened on his perfectly smooth back and chest. And his abs was pressed tight against that huge silver belt buckle that he was wearing with his jeans. Not only that, his hair was slightly mussed, sweat weighing down some locks, others flying every which way, and goddamn it, he looked like a fucking stud. He also realized that Castiel's profile was perfect. As if his beautifully straight nose and sensually wide lips weren't enough, his eyes were so strikingly gorgeous it was starting to hurt when Dean realized he needed to look away. Because Castiel caught him staring. Dean looked down and worked even harder, trying to keep his cock from flushing with warmth. Unsuccessfully.

Flustered, Dean went back to his job, working faster in the hope that he could leave early and maybe even relieve some stress alone in the bathroom. He still had this idea in his head that he wasn't going to be doing things with Cas yet, but he was having a really hard time convincing himself of that. He worked for about a half hour, decided he was done for the day, if they wanted to fire him, so be it. He threw down his shovel and rushed out of the barn before he realized that Castiel hadn't even been in sight when Dean had left. Dean figured he might have been bent over in one of the cow stalls, which brought up an image that had Dean's cock stiffening even more painfully.

He walked swiftly back to the cabin, and was about to step into the shower when there was a knock on the door.

"Just a minute," Dean said, and threw on the brown robe that was hanging on the door.

He opened it and Cas was standing there with a full-on erection himself. "If you're going to use the shower, I'd like to use the toilet first."

Dean waved his hand towards the toilet, and walked out into the main room. He sat down, and thought about what he was about to do.

He was about to jack off in the shower, when he and Cas were horny as hell, for each other. None of this made sense to Dean, despite his nerves over touching and doing things to another man's body parts. Fuck it, Dean thought. I want Cas and Cas wants me, so to hell with my crippling homophobia.

Castiel walked out of the bathroom, still zipping up his pants, and Dean practically jumped to get him to stop. "Come here," he said, and pulled his arm so he was sitting with him on the couch. "Don't – don't zip that up," Dean said, his voice shaking.

"I want you to – I want you to show me." Dean said.

"Show you what, Dean?"

"What you learned. Show me everything you learned. And show me now, dammit."

Castiel smiled. He leaned in and kissed Dean, and his hand made its way slowly to Dean's lap, first gliding over Dean's knee and leg. Then Castiel found the aching organ and stroked it lightly through the fabric. It felt so good, but Dean wanted more. Responding to the pleading in Dean's eyes, Castiel pulled on the terrycloth belt holding the robe closed and untied it. Then, he moved opened both sides of the robe like a present, revealing Dean's hard cock.

Castiel kissed him again. "It's beautiful," he said, and then leaned over, and kissed the head of Dean's cock. And then easily slipped most of it into his mouth, as if it were the most natural thing for him to do in the world. He proceeded to give him a blow job, and there was nothing tentative about it, he seemed to know exactly what he needed to do, not only where, but when as well.

And watching Cas kiss, lick, suck and engulf his cock in his mouth over and over, along with the sensations, was too incredible. "I'm going to come, Cas," he warned. "I don't know if you want to swallow it, but I'm going to come."

Castiel didn't move. Dean shot his load straight into Castiel's eager mouth, and it was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had. After panting a few times, Dean said, "I gotta do something for you."

"Oh, you will," Castiel said, and he unzipped his pants, pulled them off, threw his briefs down as well, pulled his t-shirt off as well, and then stood there, gloriously naked in front of Dean, with a raging hard on.

"Oh my god," Was all Dean could manage to say. It felt like every Christmas and birthday wrapped into one. Cas was fucking hot as hell and he couldn't wait to do things to him.

"You said to show you everything. Get on the bed."

Dean stood up, pulled off the rest of his robe and threw it on the floor. He got onto the squeaky bed and Castiel followed.

"You will need to get on your hands and knees for me to be able to demonstrate what I have learned," Castiel said, as he reached down towards his duffel bag that was next to the bed.

"Oh my god." Dean said again. He complied, thinking this is it. I'm going to get fucked up the ass, and doggy-style, while I'm at it. But he was intensely curious and hoping Castiel found as much pleasure as he had given Dean.

Castiel's face popped back up into view, and he had a condom and K-Y jelly in his hand.

"Damn, you're prepared," Dean said.

"Can you imagine if I wasn't?" Castiel said, sitting down and opening the condom wrapper.

"Don't want to," Dean muttered gratefully. "Is this really your favorite position?"

"It was the position used to teach me how to stimulate the prostate. Let me demonstrate." Castiel applied a generous dose of K-Y to his condom-covered cock, and then straddled the back of Dean. Dean braced himself, expecting pain.

But amazingly, he didn't feel any. Castiel again knew what he was doing. He slowly slid the tip of his cock into Dean, over and over, each time going in just a little further. The most Dean felt in the realm of pain was a pinch here and there, and pressure.

After awhile, Castiel was full-on fucking Dean, and moaning in pleasure while he was at it. He'd found Dean's prostate and Dean was in goddamn heaven even though he'd already climaxed. The feeling was amazing, and knowing it was Cas doing it, was so much more than the icing on the cake. The fucking was the icing, Castiel himself was the damn cake. Knowing too that they were doing this in broad daylight, with the window curtains open, was a turn-on as well. Castiel finally came, grinding his prostate into Dean so hard he thought he was going to explode. His cock had grown back to full length.

"Wow, you really knew what you were doing," Dean said. "What else did you learn?"

Castiel turned Dean around so he was lying on his back. "That's pretty much what I learned. Remember I said I saved some things for you? Well, I gave him a blow job so I could learn how to do it. And I…ah…I fucked him the way we just fucked so I could learn that too. But I refused to let him do more. He wanted to give me a blow job and I refused. Also I refused to let him enter me. I wanted to save my first time, at least with something, for you. Plus he explained how we could actually do the fucking part face to face. He wanted to show me, but I said no, I would wait and learn with Dean together."

Dean was a loss for words for a few moments. The fact that Castiel had saved himself for Dean like that, even when it might have never happened - he was touched and grateful and horny as hell. He managed to stammer out, "Wanna try learning now? My cock's about ready to explode as it is. Get under me, and we'll try it."

"Don't forget the lube and condom," Castiel said, and Dean laughed. "He trained you well. And I'm fucking glad he didn't get all of you. Because I want you, Cas. I don't know why it took me this long to get it out in the open, but goddamn it I want you so bad."

"I'm an angel, Dean. Well, I was. I'm used to things needing to unfold in a certain way, in a certain timeframe."

"Were you really going to leave? If I didn't – make a move?" Dean said as he greased himself up.

"Yes, it would have been appropriate."

"Well thank god I got my head out of the clouds in time. Because I fucking don't want you to leave, ever, Cas."

"You sure say fuck a lot."

"Well," Dean said, leaning in for a kiss, "I'm going to fuck you silly right now. But tell me what to do. Apparently I'm a virgin all over again, and this is embarrassing."

Castiel kissed him back. He spread his legs and guided Dean's cock down to his opening. Dean slowly worked his way in and before he knew it, he was lying right on top of Castiel, fucking him and kissing him with their arms wrapped around each other. And if Dean had already thought Castiel's gruff voice was sexy (he had), it was even sexier when Castiel was moaning Dean's name in the throes of pleasure. Dean was finally doing it, he was making love to Castiel, and it didn't feel weird at all, it felt right.

THE END

Epilogue

Dean and Castiel spent the rest of the week living like honeymooners. They were both greatly pleased with the different ways available to please one another. Dean did just fine giving Cas his first blow job, even though he was nervous about it. Before he knew it, he was just as much a pro as Cas, and it did help that Dean knew what felt good to a cock.

They drove out together to meet Sam at Stanford, and drove into the wild blue yonder to start one of many hunting trips. Together. And Sam didn't mind one bit.