A/N: And this is the end, dun dun dun. Thank you all for reading through it, and for the lovely comments. I appreciate your feedback. I hope you enjoyed the ride.

Cas' jaw nearly hit the floor.

Dean looked around nervously. "Can I come in before someone sees me, please?"

He grabbed Dean's arm, and yanked him into his room, closing the door behind him. Before Dean could say another word, Cas has him pinned against the wall, cutting him off with a kiss before he could say anything stupid.

Cas' eyes wandered down the sight before his eyes before finally landing on the furry present between Dean's legs. "Is that a... a Sweeney Todd teddy bear? Or are you just happy to see me?"

Dean groaned at Cas' cheesy joke. "Yeah... I've never been to a Build-a-Bear Workshop before, and I hope to never have to go again... Almost 2 hours surrounded by snotty, clumsy children. I felt like a creeper."

Cas just smiled, and kissed him again. He took the bear, and threw it to his desk. He looked down, and realized Dean wasn't wearing boxers. "Well, looks like you are happy to see me."

Dean just smiled at Cas. "I'm always happy to see you."

Cas ran his hands up and down Dean's chest, hardly sure what was happening, but he wasn't going to complain. He was almost certain this was some kind of dream, caused by hunger hallucinations.

"This isn't fair. I feel like I'm on display, or something. You're wearing too many clothes for this party." Dean reached for Cas' shirt, only to have his hand smacked away. Cas grinned wickedly. Dean huffed in frustration, but stopped himself from complaining when Cas slowly pulled his shirt up and off, revealing all that pale skin for Dean to take in.

"There. How's that?"

Dean pulled Cas in closer by one of his belt loops, grinding himself against Cas' leg, "I think you can stand to lose a bit more."

Cas smacked Dean's hand away again, "Patience, Dean."

"Not much for patience right now."

Cas simply smiled, shoved Dean's hands away again and dropped to his knees in front of Dean.

The next morning, Dean woke up with a smile on his face. He looked to his right and saw a slumbering Cas, and his smile grew a bit wider.

He leaned over, and placed a gentle kiss on Cas' cheek, hoping not to wake him, but, at the same time, hoping he'd wake up and be ready for another go.

Cas began to stir, and blinked his eyes open, glancing over at him.

"Morning, Winchester."

"Afternoon, actually."

"Oh... Damn."

"Yeah, I guess I tired you out last night."

"I think you did more than that. Don't know if I'll be able to walk in a straight line for a while."

"That's okay. You can just stay in bed with me."

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Cas paused, his eyes widening. "Wait, what time is it?"

Dean shrugged. "I dunno. 2-ish."

Cas groaned. "Shit."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm late."

"For...?"

"I have to do my rounds."

"You can let it slide. Besides, you can't walk in a straight line, remember?"

"Yeah, thanks for that."

"My pleasure."

"But really, I have to go on my rounds. Need to make sure that Winchester punk isn't up to something." He crawled to the edge of his bed, throwing his legs over the side.

"I fucking knew it!"

"Knew what?"

"You specifically hunted me down every day, didn't you?"

"No way. You are the one that caused trouble on a daily basis. I just went to the source of the trouble. Cut out the middleman. You must have really wanted my attention."

"Whatever, man. I'm an angel."

"No. You're a pain in my ass."

"Yeah, you're welcome."

Cas chuckled a bit, slapping Dean's chest. "Stay put. I'll be back soon."

He watched as Cas stood up, wincing a little bit, and bent over to fish around for his clothes that were strewn about. Dean was really tempted to reach out and rub the exposed skin of Cas' ass, but he resisted. Cas had to work. Dean pouted as Cas got dressed once again and walked out of the room, the smile leaving his face, being replaced with the signature Castiel glare. Guess he had to keep up appearances.

Dean quickly realized that he had left all of his clothes back in his room, and he wanted to check his phone. He looked around Cas' rather bare room and found nothing to cover himself... He contemplated whether or not he should borrow a pair of Cas' boxers, but Cas was at least one size smaller than him. It might be rather flattering, though.

He decided to go for it. He grabbed the first pair he found in Cas' drawer, bright orange, squeezed into them, and headed back to his room to find some clothes and his phone. He tried opening the door, but found it locked. He banged his head against the door, cursing himself for leaving his key with his clothes. He started knocking hoping Chuck was in there, but there was no answer.

He looked around the hallway, hoping no one was around to see him in his state of dress. He didn't see anyone, so he continued to thunk his head against the door. He headed back to Cas' room, but sighed loudly when he realized that Cas' door was locked, too. He didn't have anywhere to go now. He couldn't really chill in the lounge. Someone would see him. He didn't really want to hide in the bathroom, either. Cas might think he abandoned him, or something.

It didn't much matter, because he heard a voice shout to him.

"Winchester! Are those my boxers?"

He jumped a bit, and turned to see Cas walking towards him. His frown slowly turned into a smirk. "Looks like it, yeah. Want me to take them off?"

"Not right now, no." Cas looked around, trying to figure out why Dean was in the hallway wearing his boxers. "What are you doing out here?"

"I was trying to get into my room to find some clothes and grab my phone. But the door's locked."

"Where's Chuck?"

"No idea. I was with you all night."

"True... If you ask me nicely, I can let you in..." He dangled his set of master keys in front of Dean's face.

"Oh, please Castiel, would you be ever so kind and let me into my dorm room? I'd be ever so grateful."

Cas just rolled his eyes. "Smart ass."

"Seriously, man."

"Yeah, okay." Cas walked with Dean to his room and used the master key, unlocking the door for Dean.

Dean quickly headed to his dresser and pulled out a change of clothes, and grabbed his phone to see he had a few missed calls from Sam. Cas was standing in the doorway, watching him. "Hey, Cas?"

He tilted his head in that signature way. "Yeah?"

"Do you mind, uh... giving me a minute? I need to give my bro a call."

"Trying to get rid of me, huh? I see how it is."

"Cas..."

"Nah, that's fine. I'm done with my rounds, so I'll be in my room."

"I'll bring you your boxers back when I'm done."

"Only if you're still in them. Gotta admit, it's kinda hot."

"Who are you, and what have you done with Castiel Novak?"

He smiled a wicked smile. "I'll show you later."

"Yeah, yeah." He ushered Cas out of his room, and closed the door behind him. He sat on his bed, and tried to figure out why Sam had called. Then he realized that he missed his nightly call with him. Poor kid. Dean was busy getting laid, and Sammy was trying to talk to him.

He quickly dialed Sam's number and hoped he wasn't too busy. The phone rang twice, then he heard him answer.

"Hey Sammy!"

"It's Sam, Dean. Sam."

"Did you miss me?"

"Where were you last night? I tried calling a few times."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was, uh... studying with Cas, and I forgot my phone in my room."

"You were studying all night?"

"Yeah... Calc, man... Tough stuff."

"Right."

"Sorry I wasn't around."

"Don't worry about it. You were studying. As long as you didn't abandon me to go get laid, or something..."

"Yeah, no. Totally studying. Derivatives and pi and what not."

"Dean..."

"So, what'd you need, Sammy boy?"

"Just wanted to talk to my brother. You know, Christmas is coming up soon. Were you going to come home for break so I'm not stuck with Bobby?"

Oh shit... Break. "Yeah, dude. I'll be there."

"Gonna bring Cas?"

"What? No... Why would I bring Cas?"

"I just figured..."

"Figured what, Sam?"

"Nothing. Forget it."

"I will be home for break. I'll be there to smother you daily for almost a whole month. You'll be sick of me."

"Sounds good. Gonna get me a present, too?"

"Yeah, totally. I'll get you a giant pink Christmas sweater."

"Gee, thanks."

"So, I'll see you then, okay? Is everything going good there?"

"Yeah. It's fine. Just not the same, you know?"

"Yeah, I know... Well, Sammy, take care of yourself, alright?"

"You too, Dean. And tell Cas I said hi. And treat him right, Dean."

"Will do. Talk to you later."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Wait, what? Sam knows something... He has to know. But how the hell does Sam know? ... What does Sam know, exactly?

Dean sighed and climbed off the bed. He grabbed his extra clothes and his phone and key, and headed back to Cas' room and knocked. He heard Cas beckon him in, and he pushed the door open. He walked in to see Cas laying on his bed, holding the Sweeney Todd teddy bear.

He couldn't help but smile. "I named the bear 'Mr. Cuddles', you know. And it took me forever to find the little toy razor blade and wig. And then I asked the bear lady for fake blood. That's when she kicked me out."

Cas returned the smile. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Sam says hi."

"Oh yeah? How's he doing?"

"He seems fine. Seems like he misses me."

"Aww. He's a good kid. Very smart for his age."

"Yeah, tell me about it. He got me thinking, though..."

"Wow, did it hurt?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, fuck you dude."

"Been there, done that. Anyway, what were you thinking?"

"What are your plans for the Winter break?"

"I was gonna spend them on campus, and then spend some time with Gabriel around Christmas."

Dean frowned a little bit. "Oh. That sounds nice."

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Well, Sam asked if I was going to bring you home with me."

"Why would he ask that?"

"I have no idea, man... I think he's psychic or something. Freaks me the hell out."

"You mean... he knows about... this?"

"I'm pretty sure..."

"Smart kid."

"So, the invitation is on the table, Cas. If you want to come home with me, you're more than welcome. I'm sure Gabriel wouldn't mind too much."

Cas paused for a while, focusing on the Sweeney Todd bear in his hands, fussing with the little wig and toy razor. Dean just stared at him expectantly, growing concerned when he wasn't saying anything.

"Cas?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

He smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah, totally. How big is your bed?"

"If you come, we have to behave. I don't want to scar Sam for the rest of his life."

He gave Dean a look that said 'yeah right'. "You mean no tickling?"

"Especially no tickling."

Cas got off the bed, and walked towards Dean with a wicked grin on his face, backing him into the corner. "None at all?"

Dean didn't like where this was headed. "Nope."

Cas grabbed Dean's kneecap, and began to squeeze. "So, none of this?"

Dean fell to the floor in a fit of giggles. "Nooo!"

Dean pulled Cas down on top of him, capturing his hands, and kissed him on the cheek.

Cas smiled at him. "I'll be good. On one condition."

Dean narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Yeah? What's that."

Cas fought to free his hands. "When we get back here, you need to take me out."

"I already bought you pizza... I'm not made of money, dude." Dean held tight, not letting them go.

"No, that doesn't count. I mean a date. Food. Entertainment."

Dean stared at him in disbelief. Cas was pretty ballsy once you got to know him, apparently. "No dessert?"

Cas didn't hesitate at all. "You can be the dessert."

Dean hummed thoughtfully, pondering for a moment. Then he gave Cas a wicked grin. "You've got yourself a deal."