[WARNING: HOT SMUT.]

I didn't know what to think. Or what else to say. I could only hear my heart pounding, and at an abnormal pace. I didn't understand why. The 'woman' I fell horribly in love with, turned out to be a man in disguise.

"I'm sorry Dean... I told you to stay away..," He frowned, his blue eyes hurt, "This is why people don't like me for who I am, or what I do... I'm a drag." He started to inch behind the door, slowly closing it. Before he could, I put my foot in the space left, stopping it for sealing. He looked up to me and I gently pushed it open again. I couldn't stop staring at those blue eyes. Male or female, he still had the same shining blue orbs that took my breath away. Male or female, he still had that smile, that whenever he directed it toward me nothing else in the world mattered. Male or female... I still was in love.

"I-I don't care," I managed to spit out. His eyes widened, and the cerulean color just seemed to get brighter. "I still have feeling for you.." A small smile grew on his pink lipstick stained lips, and it gave hope to my soul. I didn't want to lose this.

"Then c'mon in then..," He fully opened the door, allowing me to step inside, and shut it behind me. "Excuse the mess, I don't have visitors..." He said sheepishly, picking up several costumes and tossing them onto a desk. Quickly, he tried to clean up a bit so that I could have places to step.

"I would be too if my brother wasn't around to tell me to clean up my room." I chuckled, as he came back and huffed.

"So, uhm, anything to drink? Coffee? Beer?" He offered, stepping toward the small kitchen, that had a bar separating it from the living room.

"No, thank you. Had plenty on the way over here." I replied. He giggled softly before quickly running over and jumped onto his couch. He patted the space beside him. Gladly, I took the offer.

"So, what do you plan on doing now, Mr. Dean Winchester?" He asked.

"I want to know why you wanted to be a woman." I asked bluntly. He paused, and bit his lower lip, unsure if he should reveal his thoughts to me. He sighed small.

"When I was younger, I never had any boy friends. I was small and weak. They pushed me aside like a rag doll. But when it came to girls, I was their best friend. Their dress up doll. And I liked the attention." He began, a small smile on his face. But it slowly faded. "But most boys didn't see it that way. They got jealous, and beat me up after school a lot. Calling me things like 'pussy' or 'fag' because I liked to do girl things. And you can't blame me. Being a girl is fun. The make up, the clothes, the shoes... I was awestruck by the way women can do things. When I reached high school, I would wear girl's clothes. Dresses, skirts, even their underwear. And for a while everyone thought I was a girl. And that made me happy."

"What made you going into Burlesque?" I asked another question.

"When I became a sophomore, I got into chior. Showtime. Broadway related things. I learned to sing. To dance. Because I also wanted to be a star. But a female star. So I trained myself to sing high notes and move my hips like girls do. And it worked. Look where I am now." He guesterd to his apartment. I nodded, impressed.

"Does anybody else know that you're a boy?"

"My coworkers. And you." He answered.

"Did... Being gay have to do with any of this?"

"Sexual oritentaion doesn't matter. Love is love. I like what I see, so I get it." He smirked, looking down to his hands, fiddling with his fingers.

"That must explain the bathroom incident..." I added, looking over to him. He looked up red, and smacked my arm, telling me to shut up. He laughed, and it made me happy.

"I honestly think God just made me in the wrong body." He added, looking down again. I nodded. I thought about this for a second. I really can't blame him. People have opinions, and I can't judge him for it. "What about you Dean Winchester? What's your story?" He spoke, breaking my train of thought.

"Oh uhm," I started, caught off guard. "My mom died when I was five... So it was just me, Sam, and dad... But dad was always working so I had to stay home and watch Sammy. Took care of him. Watched him grow. Barely went to school. We were always traveling. Middle school was dumb. High school was dumb. College was dumb. We decided to stay together and do the same profession since that's how we were. Always together. Now he's my partner in the workforce." I smiled small. Castiel reciprocated the gesture. "Although... My father died a few years ago... So.. It really hit us. How he was trying to work to make our lives better. How he protected us. It was a huge punch in the face by life." I finished, looking down, unaware I shared such personal information. I never did so before.

"I'm so sorry Dean..." Castiel spoke softly. Placing a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it slightly to sooth me. I nodded, saying that it was okay. He smiled small and pulled me into a hug. I returned the action, my arms sliding around his thin waist that fit perfectly in my arms. I sighed softly. He pulled back and smiled up to me. Saying everything was going to be alright.

I grinned small. "Well. At least I got a suit and tie. Better than most, right?" I joked small.

"I agree... I like men in ties," He grinned, looking up at me as he tugged on it slightly. I swallowed hard as he did so. "I always love to have something to pull on." Castiel bit his lower lip. I stared at him, every fiber in my body wanted to kiss him. But I didn't want to unless he did. So I just kept talking.

"What fun things do girls do?" I asked.

"Oh you know, the basics. Gossip, shopping, watching TV..." He replied, shrugging.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. But that's not my favorite part."

"Then what?"

"The sex." And just like that, he moved onto my laps, crashing his lips onto mine. Kissing me desperately. I tried to keep up with him, and eventually I did. I held onto his sides, as his hands fell down my shoulders and he started undoing my tie. In less than a minute, he got it off, tossing it to the side. My hands traveled up, grabbing onto his robe, pulling it off, revealing the light pink lingerie laced bra he was wearing. It fit around him so well, as if he did have a woman's body.

He moaned softly, and I sat up a bit, giving him full permission for him to take of my suit jacket and started to unbutton my white buttoned up shirt.
I pulled off the rest of his robe after untying the knot, show the same colored and laced panties he had on. He continued to kiss me, pretty sure his lipstick getting all over my mouth. He opened his mouth, granting me full entrance, and I gladly let my tongue slide in. He tilted his head slightly, and slowly grinded against me, beginning to turn me on. His hands were all over me, sliding and rubbing, making me slip moans.

Suddenly I stood up, grabbing him and wrapping his legs around me. We didn't break the kiss. I slammed him up against the wall, and he made a soft noise. His arms were wrapped around my neck and combing up my hairs. I began to undo my belt, slipping my feet out if my shoes and socks. Eventually I felt my pants drop and I walked out of them, leading us into what seemed to be his bedroom. When he pulled back to breathe, that's when I tossed him onto the bed, and he bounced, giggling.

"You have a wonderful body, detective." He teased, seductively taking off his bra.

"Thanks, I work out." I panted slightly, shrugging small. He giggled again.

"I see that. Let me see if your size is as good as your ego." He grinned, and sat up, crawling toward me like a leapord. His curves and the way his hips moved. It drove me insane. He grabbed the elastic of my boxers, and slowly pulled them down, licking his lip, taunting me. He didn't take his eyes off mine until my boxers were completely down. He lowered his eyes and grinned. "Good... you're a big boy."

Jesus Christ, all the words he said were making my heart pound and my erection worse. He pulled me on top of him. His smile never leaving his face. I crawled over him, my finger picking at the lace of his panties. He drawed me closer, whispering ever softly into my ear with his feminine voice, "Go ahead darling, take them off. Enjoy yourself." I didn't know if he was a virgin or not but he surely knew what he was doing. I did as he said, slipping off the soft panties he had on, looking down at his own erection. He was beautiful. Every bit of him. I smiled, kissing him again. My hands drifted to his thighs, circling around them to lift them up. He continued his seductive ways as he purposely spread himself for me. "You don't need a warrant to enter, detective." He whispered again. I had it. I wanted him so bad. Without warning, I pierced myself into him, and he made an loud noise, his back arching.

I thrusted, and he moans like a woman would have. His legs wrapped around my waist again as his hands held onto the bars of his bedpost. I continued thrusting, grinding against him with every move. Each moan that came out of his mouth was music to my ears. I grunted, pushing in deeper, hearing Castiel moan my name repeatively. He was so good. He was like velvet. He started to buck his hips, moving along with me. He rested his head back, flushed, and small sweat forming on his brow.

"Oh! Dean! Oh god! Ah!" He spat out, getting louder every time. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" Castiel spoke. And I didn't. It was too good.

"Cas, you're perfect. Jesus you're so good." I replied. Soon enough I started to hit his prostate, making him grip onto the bars, and more loud, long moans came out of his mouth.

"Right there! Right there! Ah, yes! Yes! Yes!" Castiel pleeded, panting slightly. I trusted faster, hitting that same spot and earning more noises from him. I could feel him reach his climax, gasping lightly. When the time finally showed, he came, all over himself. I placed my forehead against his, as I grunted and felt myself fill him. He made a loud gasp, and then moaned out his breath. I panted and pulled out, and he let go of the bars. I fell onto him, and he made a small squeak. I could feel his warm breath against my shoulder as he panted.

"Amazing." Castiel commented. I gave a breathy laugh.

"That's what you are, Angel." I corrected him, using his nickname. He giggled again, wrapping his arms around me. He kissed the side of my face, slowly and continuously, making me feel cherished. I couldn't help but smile... He was too wonderful. And right at that moment, he said ever so softly into my ear, that made my life worth of what I was living:

"I love you."