Cas and Dean got out of the impala and held hands walking into Crowley's Tavern. A man dressed in black greeted them at the door. Cas graciously shook his hand as he introduced himself as Crowley before walking in. The band members were already here. Cas pulled Dean along with him to meet them. He pointed to the drummer, "That's Balthazar, or Balt for short, on drums," Balthazar waved. Then, Cas gestured to the guitarist, "This is Gabe, lead guitar. Then on bass over there is Samandriel, also known as Sam. And last, but certainly not least is our keyboardist, Kevin."

Dean waved at them, "Nice to meet you guys."

Balt nodded towards Dean's band shirt, "Nice shirt."

Dean smiled, "Thanks."

Cas noticed it wasn't in the nicest tone and kissed Dean's cheek to distract him. Dean said, "Good luck, darling," before going back with Charlie and Hannah. Cas was anxious and nervous. He did a few vocal exercises for his singing. People slowly started to fill up the tavern within the next hour. Crowley finally gave them word to begin.

Cas spoke into the microphone, "Hello, how is everyone doing tonight?!"

The crowd cheered and it gave Cas an adrenaline rush. He smiled, "This first song is called If You Like It Or Not! Hopefully you'll like it!"

The beat of the song started and after a few seconds Cas sung into the microphone, "Everybody knows and I've said it before. She takes off her clothes. Shakes me like I'm not shaken before. Oh my girl, oh my girl, just give me a chance. I don't want to explain, I just want to dance. On the graves, on the graves, of every girl that I knew before you, that are dead to me too. Hey! Try to shut your eyes, and this won't hurt one bit. See I cannot tell a lie, you just might even like me to quit. Oh my girl, oh my girl, just give a chance. I don't want to explain, I just want to dance. On the graves, on the graves, of every girl that I knew before you, that are dead to me too. You always get everything that you want. I can't explain, so I'll flaunt what you got. I'm yours and you're mine, if you like it or not. Oh-ho, oh-ho, I know, oh-ho hey! Oh my girl, oh my girl, just give me a chance. I don't want to explain, I just want to dance. On the graves, on the graves, of every girl that I knew before you, that are dead to me too. You always get everything that you want. I can't explain so I'll flaunt what you got. But I'm yours and you're mine, if you like it or not. Uh-oh, oh no! Oooh, it's so good! Oh-ho, Uh-oh, n' wha-ho! Oh!"

Cas focused on Dean the entire time he performed. The song ended and everyone clapped and cheered. You could hear Charlie screaming with pride from the back of the room. They played the rest of the gig as well as they did for the first song for the next hour. The band was surprised by the positive reaction they were getting.

Cas removed his leather jacket and chuckled into the microphone, "You guys have been such a great audience! I think we're going to end the show on a new acoustic song. I'd like to give a shout out to Hannah in the audience for being our college writing major and writing this song for us! Give a round of applause for her! This song is called Destiel!"

Cas picked up his acoustic guitar and him and Gabe performed the final song together with two acoustics as accompaniment. Cas sang softly as most of the crowd pulled out there phone for a light as they waved their arms in a rhythmic way. "No matter what I said. No matter where I go. I can't change the grace inside me. You told me not to change. Despite my lack of faith. You can break the chains that bind me. I know you think your hope has died beneath your bones. I can see the light that guides me. You know we haven't won. You might think I was wrong. But everything I've done. I'm not sorry. It doesn't matter whether you think you deserve to be saved. It'll happen anyway. 'Cause no matter what I say. No matter where I go. I can't change the grace inside me. You told me not to change. Despite my lack of faith. You can break the chains that bind me. I know you think your hope has died beneath your bones. But I can see the light that guides me. I know we haven't won. You might think I was wrong. But everything I've done. I'm not sorry."

They held the strings of their guitars to stop it from making noise and to show the song had ended. Cas licked his lips and searched for Dean in the crowd. He saw Dean was crying. Cas quickly said into the mic, "Thank you all so much for coming! We are The Black Wings!"

Everyone clapped, whistled, or cheered. Cas quickly rushed off the stage, grabbing his jacket in the process. He shuffled through the crowd, mumbling, "Excuse me," until he reached Dean.

He hugged Dean, "What's wrong, my adorable Dick Pancake?"

Dean kissed his cheek, "That song and your voice, it was beautiful, Cas."

He pressed his lips against Cas'. Cas smiled, loving the affect he had on Dean with the music. Dean took Cas' hand and pulled him outside towards the impala. Dean held Cas' waist and slowly pressed against him, causing Cas' back to be pressed against the door of the impala. Dean's hands slid to his back pockets as the kiss intensified.

Cas bit his bottom lip and whispered, "Do you want to take this back to the house?"

Dean nodded and pulled away from him to jog to the driver's side of the impala. Cas got into the passenger's side and the two left before anyone else had even gone outside yet. Their fingers intertwined. Cas watched Dean focused on the road the whole way home. Dean was speeding a little bit, too eager. Dean complimented Cas, "You have a phenomenal voice. You guys did an amazing job. I'm so proud of you."

Cas kissed Dean's hand to thank him. Dean continued going well over the speed limit, weaving in between traffic, practically running some red lights, and breaking several laws until he reached the house. They raced inside before Charlie or Hannah could get there. Dean practically dragged Cas upstairs to his room. They crawled into the fort and pushed out the laptop with their feet as they started to kiss.

Dean's strong calloused hands gripped Cas' hips. Dean removed his shirt to reveal his toned body and more of his tattoos. Cas noticed a star on his chest with a surrounding sun. Adding to the collection of Cas' favorite tattoos. Cas ran his hands down Dean's torso until he reached his jeans. He started unbuttoning and then tugging them off along with Dean's boxer briefs. Dean kicked them off and grinded against Cas crotch. They both felt the urge and hormone asking for more. They both pulled off Cas' shirt and his jeans and boxers. Teamwork.

Dean kissed his neck and slowly inched down. He reached Cas' hip bone and sucked on it. Cas moaned against the warm touch of Dean's tongue. Cas joked, "Do you have a hip fetish?"

Dean looked up and met Cas' eyes, "Only your hips, darling."

Dean traced his fingers along Cas' length. Dean asked, "This is your first time, right?"

Cas nodded. Dean continued, "Then I'm going to do this right."

He reached up and kissed Cas' lips before pulling away and rummaging quickly through his bag. He pulled out the lube and removed the lid with his teeth. Cas swallowed hard, watching Dean. He poured the clear liquid into his hands and lathered it onto his dick. He aligned with Cas' entrance. "Are you ready, baby," Dean asked.

Cas nodded slowly and braced himself. Dean very very slowly pushed into Cas until there was nothing left to push. Then he pulled out and repeated the same action two more times until Cas was looser. Cas stop flinching at the pain and moaned now with every thrust Dean made. Dean's speed increased and he began pumping Cas' length to correspond with his thrusts. Each time Dean pushed in the farthest he could go, he deepened into his kiss with Cas. He nibbled on Cas' lip and just as Dean was about to climax he bit down hard and didn't pull away until he came inside of Cas.

Cas gripped the bed sheets tightly. He moaned Dean's name and eventually screamed it as he approached his very first climax. Dean pulled out completely and straddled Cas, clenching Cas' hips. He left a few lovely hickies on the area. He reached up and placed a sloppy kiss to Cas' lips as they were both out of breath. Dean asked, "Wanna go again?"

Charlie yelled from the other room, "Please don't go again."

Cas looked completely grossed out that Charlie had heard, but he still whispered in Dean's ear, "Go again."

Dean whispered, "Quieter this time."

Cas traced Dean's tattoo on his chest with his fingertip, "I think we both know that won't be possible." Dean attacked Cas' lips hungrily. Dean ready himself for round two. Cas whined, "Are you always going to be top?"

Dean laughed, "That's cute, you wanna be top."