After Dean dropped Sam off at the house he drove over to Cas'. Even though he'd gotten off work fifteen minutes ago, Dean still beat him home. He hoped that he wasn't going to be too upset. This whole situation sucked major balls, but if his job was at stake… hell, if it were Dean in Cas' shoes he'd up and tell them to stick it where the sun don't shine. He couldn't understand why they would make him take the case. Unless they didn't know of his relationship with his family. Does his job even know he's gay?

He pondered all this as he walked up to the apartment and unlocked the door. He tossed his keys on the table and went to the sound system to turn the radio on. He found his old rock station and he began cleaning the apartment. He was trying to keep his mind off of the problem that Cas was going through. He didn't know what to say. Should he tell him to tell him to flat out refuse the case and take the possibility of him getting fired, or tell him that it's just a job. One he signed up to do and needed to see through.

"God, I'm starting to sound like a soccer mom. 'I didn't raise no quitters.'" He said in a high-pitched voice. The radio started playing 'Bringing on the Heartbreak' by Def Leppard. "Oh, now this is what I was waiting for." Dean sang into the end of the broom he had in his hands. About mid song he did a spin move and realized he wasn't alone. He pulled up short and started stuttering, "S-shit. You could make a little more noise next time, Cas. I was… uh... cleaning. Yes, I was trying to clean up a bit." Dean stammered out as he accidently dropped the broom. He stood there and went from putting his hands on his hips to scratching his eyebrow, "How long were you watching me?"

"Since the first chorus hit. I could've watched that all day. You have no rhythm Dean." Cas said with a small smile on his lips. His eyes looked tired and his shoulders slumped a little as he dropped his own keys into the little basket on the table. Cas walked over to the radio to turn it down and little and felt Dean's arms wrap around him and squeeze. They stood like that for a little bit before Cas pulled away and removed his trench coat.

"Uh, does your boss know you're gay?" Dean asked as he pushed his boyfriend onto the couch. He bent down and started untying Cas' shoes.

"I can do that Dean." Dean just looked up and nodded, but proceeded to take his shoes off for him, "I've never came out and told them, so I would suppose not. They've never asked or needed to know. Why do you ask?" Dean shrugged and looked up.

"Do they know you're in a relationship with me?" Cas' eyes squinted as was his habit when he didn't follow a train of thought.

"No. Why?" Dean was a little surprised that Cas hadn't thought that it would make a difference. If they knew he was connected to the family of the murdered man, maybe they wouldn't make him defend him. They'd maybe consider he couldn't be objective in his case. Dean said all that just passed through his mind as he stood Cas up.

"I never actually thought about it. Perhaps it would make a difference. Are you comfortable with me telling my boss? I wouldn't want you to feel embarrassed." Cas looked down as he said this and his voiced deepened as he said the last bit.

Dean grabbed Cas' face gently and titled it up, "I will never feel embarrassed that someone knows I love you. I was hesitant in the past because this was all so new. That's over. This," he caressed his cheek with his thumb, "this is here for the long run. And I dare someone to say something about it, because I am not above going to jail for a night or two." Cas' face was all serious and hard as he took in everything Dean had just said.

Cas brought Dean's mouth to his own. The kiss was hard and hot. Cas was saying he loved him without words. When he pulled back Dean smirked, "Why are you so attractive?" Cas blurted out. It sounded like he thought out loud.

"I blame it on my perky nipples." Cas rolled his eyes upward and chuckled. Dean went into the bathroom and started to run a bath. Cas started to unbutton his shirt, "DO NOT TOUCH ANOTHER BUTTON!" Dean yelled from the bedroom doorway.

"Dean, I can undress myself. I'm a grown man." Dean pushed his hands aside and took over the task of disrobing his grown man.

"I'm going to take care of you. You've had a long day at work and I've painted all day. I want to be productive, so you will put up with this because you have no choice." Dean's voice got gruff as he undid the last button and slid the shirt off of his shoulders. He took his time; feeling the muscles as he went.

He pulled him into the bed room and quickly checked the water level. Cas was standing shirtless in the middle of his bedroom watching as Dean added bubbles to the water. He watched his ass as he bent over to check the water's temperature. He knew what he wanted to do tonight. Dean turned around and caught the hot look Cas was throwing his way and paused a little. He then struck a pose and blew him a kiss.

"For a man who isn't used to being gay, you sure pull it off." Cas murmured.

Dean put on a front of being offended and sassily walked over to where Cas stood and put his hands on his hips. He leaned forward a little and said, "I don't pull it off Sweet cheeks, I kill it." He turned his back snapped his finger over his head in a dramatic flair. Cas chuckled low and pulled him back towards him, trapping his arms behind him.

"I am not the one with sweet cheeks." Cas said as he felt Dean tense up. The hair on the back of Dean's neck stood up as the cold chill crept down his spine. He could feel Cas' breath tickle the side of his throat. Dean tried to pull away but Cas held tight. "I don't think so."

"No, Cas," Dean started but whipped him around and kissed the complaint away. Cas was slowly growing into Dominant mode. He forced Dean's flannel button up down his arms. The t-shirt he was wearing underneath was tighter than normal and was soft. That allowed Cas to feel every dip and curve of Dean's back. Dean again pulled away and tried to tell him something but Cas was not listening.

Finally, Dean was able to get his attention when he pushed Cas away. The confusion on his face made Dean step forward out of concern for his feelings, "Cas, the bathtub is about to spill over." Cas looked over and squinted his eyes. Dean kissed his cheek and ran over to stop the water. The bubbles were high enough to reach Dean's thigh. Dean bent over to let a little water out. When he was finished, he turned back to look at Cas and stopped.

His boyfriend was had his pants down around his knees and was slowly working his erection through the cotton boxers he wore. Dean had to make a choice here. It took him all of two seconds.

"Fuck this bath."