Hi there its been a long time since I have written anything sorry to anyone who likes my Merlin stories haven't had the energy will get back to you soon. Anyways I don't own the characters of supernatural so don't sue me. I also got into the show late so what I know is what I know. Er oh this is also a slash so don't like it why are you reading this? Oh ps please review

Chapter 1

Dean Winchester crumpled to the floor in the dark alleyway. He was badly bleeding from a stab in his shoulder when a demon shoved a knife into it during the battle. While he had won the battle, the victory meant very little to the man as he had many battles like this before. His breathing got heavier as he felt himself about to pass out. Sam had wandered off to go track down the same demon that was ritually killing people. It was Dean's misfortune that he was the one who found it. Unlike Sam his lean bodied lengthy haired brother, Dean was gifted with striking looks and strength and muscle. As Dean struggled to stay conscious he felt a gooey substance on his hand, fearing to look, he lifted his head to look up to see a grey contorted version of a human jumping at him. Before Dean could respond his vision blurred and he collapsed the only thing he remembered was a bright light a howl of pain. He felt his body being effortlessly lifted from the ground.

The storm had not cleared; the rain seemed heavier as is smashed against the window. Dean awoke with a gasp coming to from what he thought was death. He looked around for a moment at the unfamiliar room it was dark but he could tell that it was very unlived in and very organized. When his pulse rate clamed he realized that he felt no pain from the shoulder wound.

"Dean your safe here do not fear." a strong somber voice said behind him. Dean whirled his head around to come face to Jimmy Novak, but in truth behind the face was the angel of heaven Castiel. His dark hair was not in order but in a way it suited him. He always had a slight five o'clock shadow and always dressed wearing a trench coat. Though dean could never comprehend Castiel's un filtered form he knew very well of the presence and greatness behind it.

"Cas, you saved me." Dean whispered taking in the events of the night he supported himself with one hand the other reaching out stroking the angels cheek. Castiel lips brushed the palm of Dean's hand and he took a breath in taking in the man's scent and aura. He closed his eyes at the moment of pleasure a still foreign concept to the fallen angel. Castiel pulled away from the hand and stood up from the bed standing above the injured man looking into his eyes.

"You are safe now Dean and that is all that matters. You should rest here even though you are healed and I have told Sam of your whereabouts and of your current state."

"Oh. Well that's good I didn't want him to worry. Err there is only one bed where will you be sleeping?" Dean looked up whimpering a little.

"As you know as a Angel I do not require sleep. But would it comfort you if I slept? I would not want to make you uncomfortable." He said putting his hand on his belt waiting for a reply.

"Erma I'd like that if you'd sleep with me. I mean you know sleep in the same bed as long as you are comfortable." Dean whispered as Castiel started to undo his clothes. He took off the tie and let the trench coat and jacket drop to the floor. He undid the belt and removed his pants revealing a pair of light blue boxers and eventually removing the crisp white shirt to reveal a tan light haired chest.

"I am not as familiar with the ritual of sleep I assume that this is the appropriate attire?" Castiel said in a tone befitting of asking whether or not a steak came with fries or not. Dean was more interested in the meat that was standing in front of him.

"That would be perfect for the ritual of sleep in fact I can teach you more of the rituals of sleep if you'd like." Dean was on border of being seductive and condescending toward the Angel by imitating his tone.

"I would like that Dean." Castiel said straddling the bed and laying down next to Dean taking a deep breath as if he was diving into a pool. For a moment he just stared up at the ceiling until Dean placed a hand onto Castiels heart. Which caused him to stare into Dean's green eyes and bring his hand to hold onto the other mans hand.

"I am unsure what this has to do with sleep. However I do enjoy this ritual I would like to try a few things that I have been curious about." Castiel moved as little as possible and whispered into Dean's ear and he smiled and the list of things.

Castiel was an angel one of the oldest from the beginning of times and he was the least likely to ever fall especially on the behalf of a human man. But then again Dean Winchester was no normal man either. He was a hunter of demons and beings long forgotten by mankind, as well as being the vessel for the Archangel Michael. But for a reason unknown to himself, Castiel was dedicated to protecting Dean from harm or any pain from outside as well as within. It was a long time since Castiel made an effort to even help a human but now he found him self at an almost constant summon to Dean.

As they were lying in bed both men found themselves to be the more vulnerable than ever before. Dean who was use to being a sexual dynamo and being in charge could not raise the courage to make the first move toward the mighty angel. Castiel who while millions year older had an aura of naiveté as well as inexperience with the physical form. Even though he had ideas and concepts of the things he wanted to try he was unsure how to move.

Dean sensing the tension and realization that Castiel was to polite to make the first move decided that he would better make the first move. Taking a breath in he pushed himself a little off the bed and looked into Castiel's eyes.

"The first thing that I am going to teach you is something called cuddling."

"What does cuddling benefit?"

Dean placed a hand on to the angels shoulder and pushed him down on to the bed and placed his head on the opposite shoulder. Castiel flexed a little taking in the intimacy and warmth of cuddling.

"I can see the benefit of cuddling now.," he said with a small smile.

"I thought you would maybe we can stay like this for a while." Dean surprised himself a little asking to cuddle.

"If that is what you wish for the I see no reason why I cannot oblige. Can cuddling come after more physical activities?" Castiel said kissing the top of Dean's head. Dean rolled over on top of Castiel and grinded against his body.

"We can do all sort of physical activity and go back to cuddling if you would like." Dean smiled and gave a quick kiss. His hands worked down Castiel's body feeling the angel's body and muscles. Dean found himself excited and curious about the entire situation. Having sex with an angel was never something that came to his mind. The angel seemed to enjoy the feelings of and sensations than Dean was performing on him.

"Dean Winchester this is a historical predicament there are far and few that have copulated with an angel." Castiel leaned his head to the side and gave Dean a look. Which gave Dean the opportunity swoop down and ravage the angel's neck.

"Ahh...ohhh Dean, what is that you have done. That what amazing" he said gasping from pleasure. Dean continued to use his lips on the angels velvet skin causing Castiel to push and gyrate moaning for more. Dean stopped his ministrations waking Castiel from his tantric trance. His breathing returned to normal and for the first time Castiel was sweating from the heat his body produced. Dean placed a finger on Castiel neck.

"This what we call a hicky. It is also called a love bite by some." Dean said lecturing him on the actions that just transpired.

"So is this a seal of some sort or a sign of ownership?" Castiel asked looking at Dean with hands up gesturing the question. Dean laughed because he knew that the angel was asking the question sincerely

"Cas, it's not always as serious as that sometimes people use it as marking, other times it's from meaningless pleasure." Dean looked at Castiel who seemed saddened at his Dean's explanation. Which concerned Dean.

"So this what is happening now is meaningless?" Castiel said this time his tone had emotion behind it and clearly it was sadness and confusion.

Dean paused for a moment " What do you think?"