A/N: This is basically smut and emotional plot. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but this website doesn't like the file size, so I'll be posting it in 9 parts all at once. Get ready for a cliché Destiel story that I hope is still very enjoyable to read (it's gotten great reviews on other websites, so I think you guys will like it).

Sam and Dean had just gotten back from a hunt, and both men were tired. Not much was said as they retreated to their respective bedrooms. After Dean's bedroom door closed he let out a sigh, leaning against it.

"It's good to be home," he murmured to himself.

It truly was, but something was missing. Castiel. They hadn't seen him for a few weeks, and they'd only gotten the occasional phone call. Dean missed him, wondered what he was up to.

Maybe I should try giving him another call, Dean thought. Or I guess I could pray to him.

But no, that seemed like too much of an effort. He just wanted to sleep.

Dean straightened, going over to his bureau to grab some sweatpants and a t-shirt. He just wanted to change and pass out, but a shower in his case wasn't optional. There were smears of blood on his face, dirt beneath his fingernails.

Besides, the water pressure does feel really nice.

It'd probably help relax some of his tense muscles.

Fighting through his exhaustion Dean walked to the bathroom that he'd essentially claimed as his. He could hear the rush of water running from the one near Sam's room.

Once in the shower a contented sigh left Dean. The hot water pounded relaxingly against his skin. And after scrubbing himself clean he just stood under the water, letting it wash away all of his feelings the hunt had left him with. It'd just been a simple salt and burn, but all hunts were a little intense.

When those thoughts were gone they gave way to thoughts of Castiel. Damn, Dean hated how he thought about that angel. Of course, it was normal to think of someone, but Dean knew that he thought differently of Cas than Sam did. Dean was pretty sure that Sam's heart didn't race when Cas' blue-eyed gaze pierced him, or when his rough voice suddenly sounded from behind him. He was pretty sure he didn't feel warm when he hugged him. And he was definitely sure that he didn't get an erection while thinking about him.

God damn it! Dean thought as he glanced down at his now-erect cock.

He knew what label people would give him for the way his thoughts were, but the label made him uncomfortable. For most of his life he'd thought one thing about himself, and then it turned out he'd been wrong. He just couldn't come to grips with it.

Sadly, being uncomfortable with his attraction to Cas didn't make his hard-on go away. For now he desired a really slick feeling, so Dean reluctantly grabbed a bottle of conditioner and squirted some into his hand.

A breath left him as he began to pump himself along his shaft. The liquidy sensation of the conditioner was cold at first, but contact with his hot and swollen member quickly heated it up. Dean was very aware of the fire that seemed to fill his gut now. He felt it go down into his pelvis, down to his balls, making them swell, and up along his shaft, as it made his cock harder.

He knew he couldn't make it to the end on sensation alone, so he tried to think of anything sexy. There'd been a red-head in a bar he and Sam had stopped at, and she'd been attractive enough. Curvy in all the right places, nice smile, blue eyes. But thinking of her blue eyes quickly brought him to thinking of a certain blue-eyed angel.

Damn.

Pleasure sparked through him at the thought of Cas' eyes, and the thought transformed into an incredibly sexy one. Cas' blue eyes staring intently at Dean, a purpose in them, a predatory fire. Dean had seen him get the look before, but he'd always yearned to have Cas gaze at him in such a way.

His hand went up and twisted around the head of his cock, and with his other he braced himself against the shower wall. Oh, Cas looking at him like that while he was naked. Cas being naked with him.

The pleasure danced through him, and he was too far gone to give a damn about what was getting him closer to his end.

A moan left him as he felt his way down to his balls, clenching his hand around them before going back up to his cock, purposefully ignoring the sensitive head. Oh, if only the hand on him was bigger. Thinking of Cas' hands on him put a new heat in him. That angel had some big hands, bigger than Dean's, and man, did he want them all over his body. Imagining their warmth feeling over his muscles with a firm grip before finally settling at his cock drove him wild.

A glob of some of the conditioner he was using as lube made its way to the head of his pleasantly aching cock, and the warmth of it made him think of saliva. Mm… Cas' mouth on him, sucking, and kissing. Unable to help himself, Dean focused on stimulating just the head of his cock now. Oh god, he felt so close. Heat was spiking in his lower back, and his balls were tightening as pressure built up in his pelvis.

He had to suppress a loud cry as he came, and rather, a deep growl left him. He closed his eyes, letting the burning pleasure rush through him in a violent torrent. His cock throbbed, jets of cum shooting from it and onto the shower wall. Dean released himself when he started becoming too sensitive, and he leaned against the wall.

His legs were shaking, and he was trying to catch his breath. Cas' eyes made their way into his thoughts again, but his desire from earlier had been essentially spent. Now the thought was merely a comforting one.

After cleaning the shower wall, he cleaned up just a smidge more, before turning the water off, and climbing out to dry himself. The steamy air wafted around him as he moved about, tugging his pajamas on. When he opened the door it started filtering out into the hallway.

Now clean, and even more exhausted because of his orgasm, Dean nearly fell asleep the instant his head hit his pillow.

But he didn't sleep long. A deep, gravelly voice woke him. "Hello Dean."

He woke with a start, nearly grabbing a gun off the wall and pointing it at the intruder in his room.

"God damn it, Cas," he exclaimed. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

In the darkness Dean could see the angel tilt his head at him. "That wasn't my intention."

After tiredly running a hand over his face Dean turned on his lamp. The sudden light hurt his eyes a little, but the soft glow soon became comfortable.

He looked to Cas. "What are you doing here? I mean, I'm not complaining or nothin', but you're probably here for a reason, right?"

Cas approached, sitting down on the bed with Dean. That let him know that there wasn't some crisis going on that he needed help with. He didn't seem too emotionally drained either. Rather, he seemed a little confused.

"You wanted me here. I felt it."

"F-felt it?" Dean got out.

"Yes. Your longing. It pulled at me."

Dean looked down as he blushed, rubbing at the back of his neck. He didn't realize just how informal a prayer could be. Hell, that was beyond informal. Castiel sensing him longing for him because he'd been thinking about him while masturbating was just downright scandalous. And embarrassing. Usually Dean was fine with anything to do about sex, but he was still working on being okay with his attraction towards men, his attraction towards Cas. But also, the thought that Cas could feel when Dean "longed" for him, as he'd put it, made him feel uncomfortable.

"I just miss you," Dean mumbled out.

"I know that already," Cas explained. "I miss you too. When I sensed a spike in your longing I came as soon as I could in case you needed help."

"Nope. All good over here."

Dean was still refusing to look at him, but Cas grabbed his chin, lifting his head up. The surprise sent a spark of arousal through him that was nearly strong enough to make heat pool in his abdomen.

Cas observed him with all the intensity of his blue eyes before saying, "It felt different than usual, and it worried me. What happened?"

That last question wasn't so much of a question, but a demand. Cas let his chin go so he could answer.

Dean didn't know what to do. He was too caught up in the moment to come up with a suitable lie, but telling him the truth didn't even strike him as a possibility.

"Does it matter?" Dean retorted. "I'm fine now, so…"

Cas squinted his eyes at him before stating, "I can smell human emotion, and you're nervous. Why? It's only me."

Dean had already figured the smelling human emotions thing out on his own, but he didn't like that Cas was just asking question after question. Wasn't a simple affirmation of his safety enough for him?

But of course he wouldn't be pleased with just that. Dean knew Cas cared for him deeply, but there was always a part to their relationship that they couldn't put into words. At least, Dean couldn't. And he was too afraid to cross the metaphorical line he'd drawn in the sand. Right now it felt like Cas was just brushing that line away, crossing over and dragging Dean with him.

"It's, um… it's a human thing, Cas," Dean settled for.

To which Cas moved closer, their legs now touching. "I'm aware of many human things, and none of them disturb me. You can tell me."

"Maybe I don't want to."

"But you tell me everything."

Dean scoffed at that. "Sure, everything."

"Is sarcasm really necessary?"

"Only if you keep asking me questions I don't feel comfortable answering," Dean retorted.

Cas pursed his lips, his head lowering. "Sorry, Dean." He stood. "Well, I'm glad you're alright."

Now Dean was standing, reaching out for Cas. "Wait, where are you going?"

"You don't need me," Cas answered, turning back to Dean. "So I guess I'll be on my way."

Something came over him, a strong surge of emotion, like all the pent up feelings he had for Cas bubbled to the surface. He longed for him so much he nearly felt an ache in his chest.

He wasn't sure what he was doing or where this would lead, but Dean had officially reached his breaking point, so he said emphatically, "Oh hell, I need you alright."

Cas must've felt the surge in Dean's longing for him because he didn't ask any questions. Looking into Dean's eyes, he seemed to understand. The predatory heat that Dean had thought of earlier entered Cas' striking blue eyes, and this time, it was directed at Dean.

His heart beating wildly, Dean leaned forward, and Cas did so at the same time. Without any discussion their lips met in the middle. The kiss wasn't gentle. It held all the emotion they'd both held in for years. It surged through their kiss, making their motions powerful and hungry.

Feeling Cas' perfectly shaped lips moving against Dean's made heat shoot down his spine. They grabbed each other, holding on tightly, and their bodies pressed together as if they could never be close enough. Dean breathed in Cas' strong scent of cinnamon and watermelon; a surprisingly pleasant combination. In fact, at the current moment the cinnamon smelled downright sensual.

Cas' tongue traced Dean's lips as a hand went to the back of his head. His touch there made a spark shoot through his body. With a moan, Dean opened his mouth for the angel, succumbing to his desire. Without hesitation, Cas plunged his tongue in, roughly claiming the space as his own.

Dean was surprised when Cas pulled away, and he looked at him with wide eyes filled with awe. His mouth was still open, his chest moving up and down as he breathed rapidly.

The predatory look was still in Cas' eyes, but now they also held a satisfied glimmer. Dean couldn't help eyeing his lips, which were now a little red from their abrasive kissing. He watched as the corners turned up in a slight smile, making Dean's heart flutter with excitement.

And then Cas pushed him backwards so that he fell onto his bed. The air left him with a whoosh.

When he was breathing normally again, something happened that he could scarcely believe. Cas took off his trench coat, followed by his jacket, loosened his tie, and began methodically rolling up his sleeves, all while he looked at Dean, his left eyebrow raised. Dean gulped when Cas licked his lips.

Then the angel was climbing on top of him, straddling him. Dean looked down at Cas' thick thighs on either side of him, trapping him beneath him. The weight of the angel on top of him was a thing of immense beauty. And things got even better when Cas put a hand on either side of Dean's head.

"I've been waiting for you to admit your feelings for me," Cas told him in a rough voice.

"Wait, you knew?"

"Dean, I sense every time you long for me," Cas said bluntly. "Of course I knew."

Feeling braver from Cas' words, Dean grabbed his tie, pulling him down over him while growling, "Then come here."

Their lips met again, and Dean instantly opened his mouth for his angel. Cas eagerly explored, humming into him. The pleasant sensation made Dean's lips heat up, and he sucked at Cas, unable to get enough of him.

At first he was shy to do so, but after a desireful moan from Cas, Dean was running his hands along him. Oh, how he'd longed to feel the strong and hard muscles of his body, to grip him and hold him close.

Cas pulled away again, and they were both breathing heavily. There was still tension between them, but it was something Dean feared. Could he really go all the way with a man in one night? But then again, this was Cas.

He swore his heart skipped a few beats when Cas used his nose to nudge Dean's head back, and then he was placing open-mouthed kisses along his throat. This was no time for either of them to be gentle. There was too much that had been left unsaid between them, so much they needed to make up for. Dean groaned when Cas nipped at him, and he grabbed at what he could, which just so happened to be the angel's gorgeous thighs. A sound of pleasure left Cas as he continued to worship Dean's neck with his mouth.

Dean had been in Heaven before, but right now it didn't seem like it could even compare to this. He'd dreamed about this. About Cas straddling him, and doing what he wanted with him. The fact that this was real made his blood run hot.

Cas placed more of himself against Dean, which made him dig his nails into him. Cas' weight on top of him was just so hot. And damn, the angel had one beautifully thick body. It got him to thinking about another part of him that was surely thick.

As that thought really began to take form, Cas ran a hand down his torso, reaching low, and stopping at his pelvis. A growl left Dean as he felt heat and pressure flood his groin, making him harden, and he ached since it hadn't even been that long since the one he'd gotten in the shower. He didn't know how Cas wasn't hard, but damn, this was still so incredibly sensual.

The angel pulled back, gave Dean a smirk, and reached into his boxers before he could protest. He stifled a cry when he felt Cas' large hand around him, causing his cock to twitch. The angel seemed to be marveling that part of him, stroking him reverently.

The pleasure made Dean have to do something, so he grabbed Cas' face, and forcefully pressed his lips against his. This time their tongues met in an erotic dance, which, paired with the way Cas was now pumping him made Dean moan into his mouth.

His hips pressed up into Cas. He wanted to buck into the angel's strong hand which was so firmly wrapped around him, but he couldn't because of the thighs he was trapped beneath.

Dean let Cas' tongue enter his mouth again. Mm… his tongue was talented. He'd appreciate it touching another part of him.

Somehow that made Dean get even harder. Pleasure was burning through him now, and he was letting out little grunts into Cas' mouth. His hips just pressed up into him more and more as the angel tugged and squeezed him. Soon, Cas had his thumb rubbing circles over the tip every time his hand went higher up him, and Dean couldn't keep it together.

He threw his head back, gasping and moaning.

"Oh Cas…" he breathed. "Cas…"

And then his pleasure spiked, a fever burning through him as he held the angel tightly. A powerful spark shot up from his toes, condensed in his swollen balls, and then pushed outward, causing Dean to cry out. Dean's cock throbbed in Cas' firm grip as cum shot out of it. Cas pumped him all the way through it, making it so he could scarcely breathe. When he finished Cas removed his hand.

Dean opened his eyes, staring into Cas' own vivid blue. His mouth was open. He was rendered speechless by what had just transpired between them.

Then, the angel got off of him, touched two fingers to Dean's forehead, which, to Dean's surprise cleaned him up completely, and then grabbed his discarded clothes.

"If that's all, I'll be going."

Dean shot up, a hand grabbing Cas' arm. "Wait, Cas! What… what the hell just happened between us?"

"I believe most humans call that a hand job," the angel responded.

"But, I mean, are we together now?"

"By together I assume you mean lovers." Dean nodded, and Cas came forward, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek. "Of course we are, Dean," he whispered in his ear. And then he heard the familiar rushing sound of Cas' wings and Dean was left utterly alone.

He fell back on his bed, still trying to process what had just happened. Dean didn't think he'd be able to go to sleep, but apparently the two orgasms he'd had in less than an hour were enough to knock him right out.