Dean approached Castiel slowly, agonizingly slow, his whole body trembling. He was breathing heavily and each step he took that brought him closer to the angel also brought him closer to the edge. It was the edge of patience – he could not hold this inside of him any longer, he could not bear being so far away, yet within reach. It was what he had wanted for an impossibly long time. He was finally going to tell the angel how he felt.
He hesitated for the thousandth time as he looked upon the confused expression on Cas's face, but he had made up his mind to do this and there was no backing off.. His doubts were irrelevant, he had to take it off his chest.
Just inches from his face, Dean could feel the creature's breath on his face. Castiel was even more perplexed to this unusual closeness on Dean's part as he always insisted they kept their personal space. Unable to resist and take time to explain his actions, the hunter leaned in and planted a soft kiss onto the angel's lips. He was frightened – not only was he new to this, but he wanted it so badly he barely knew what to do. Much to his surprise at that moment, and with such certainty, the man before him returned the kiss. It was soft and tender, pink lips gracefully covering each another. The tenderness did not last long and was soon replaced by sheer unadulterated lust. Tongues became involved, engaging in a war, melting together. Dean's fingers had already found their way to Cas's messy dark hair and started pulling it and pushing his face closer if that was possible, that is. Castiel wasn't far behind. His hands were massaging Dean's back and his firm stomach, touching him everywhere but where he REALLY wanted to. While their mouths were engulfed in one another, their bodies also intertwined, leaving no space between them. That, by the way, meant absolutely no space. They could both feel the other's erection rubbing against them. Finally, when air posed a great necessity, their movements came to a halt and their eyes leveled. Green to blue lust-filled eyes staring into each other. Both men were flushed and panting like animals in heat, which they practically were at that point. What they saw when they gazed upon each other left no room for doubts, insecurities or any objections against what was about to happen next.
Dean smiled slowly, sweetly before he led Cas to the nearby bed, still holding him in his arms. Cas was smiling, too. There was love in their eyes and they both felt it. They both felt loved and cherished at that moment.
As they plopped down on the bed – Dean on top of Cas, they chuckled, not being able to look aways from each other. They froze that way for a while, just being close and warm.
'Cas, I love you.' Dean finally said.
'I know', Cas spoke as he chuckled,' I love you too.'
Dean's heart trembled at his words like it never had before. He leaned in a planted a soft kiss on the angel's lips. His soul was at peace for the first time in his life. His smile was genuine and it amazed Cas how beautiful it was in its whole sincerity.
'Dean, you don't have to be alone anymore. I'm here. And I'll always be by your side just like I have been so far. You know I have given everything for and I will never regret my actions. Heaven I could rebel against and leave, but you... I'd never.' Cas felt he had to say it. Cas knew Dean has never been shown that much affection with the exception of his baby brother but he was the one who always had to take care of everybody else. Now someone had to take care of him. And that someone would be Cas.
'I believe you, Cas. I do. It's been you I've been waiting for all along', despite broken and hollow, Dean was able to find hope and he found it in Cas.
'I'm glad we made that clear... now.. can you.. will you.. k-k..kiss me again?..' Cas said hopefully. His cheeks turned embarrassingly red and he was looking away. Dean grabbed his chin and made him look up.
'Oh, I'll do more than that, trust me.' Dean answered devilishly.
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