Dean kneeled by his bed, clasping his hands together. Things had been rough lately, with Sam keeping secrets and the world crumbling around him. He just needed to unwind for a while.
He opened his mouth. He had gone over this prayer many times in his head in the past few months. He had wanted to express these feelings since the first event on this emotional rollercoaster.
"Oh great and holy Castiel. Please visit me in this place. Amen" he said in a gravelly, yet hopeful, voice.
"Dean," a quizzical rasp exclaimed, "I've never known you to be so formal. How can I help you?"
Dean opened his mouth to speak. Every time he got to this moment he envisioned himself saying some witty line and everything got hot. But he didn't want that. Looking into Cass's face, seeing his honest eyes, he wanted to be equally as truthful.
"Cass, I...£
Dean," a stern, gravelly voice interrupted him. "Whenever you pray to me, I hear. I hear your voice and understand your general intentions, be they questioning or pleading. I have heard every attempt you've made in your mind. I understand why you called me here."
Dean was shocked.
"Wait, you've known this whole time?"
The angel nodded, looking down in sadness, or whatever negative emotion angels felt.
"Why didn't you say anything before now? Why didn't you come here, even to tell me no? Do you have any idea how I've felt?"
"Because I think I feel the same way, Dean" He looked up at the large man, his eyes pleading for help. "Dean, I've never felt emotions this strong. I don't know how to deal with this. I... I need your help."
Dean looked at the angel, his angel, as, he crossed the room sultrily "Cass, I want you. But I need to know that you know that want this as much as I do."
They looked at each other, their eyes conveying their sincere wants and needs. They both wanted this.
Dean pushed his mouth onto Cass's, the kiss fuelled with passionate energy. They stumbled toward the bed, falling onto it.
Their lips separated, "Dean, I... I don't know what to do," he looked at Dean, his heart falling.
Dean looked down at his face, "Don't worry, I'll show you. If I hurt you, or you don't like anything, tell and I'll stop, okay?"
Cass nodded as Dean pulled off his trench coat, planting kisses on Castiel's body along the way.
Cass's face dropped as he saw white all around him. He was in Heaven. He looked down at his body, which wasn't there anymore. He had been pulled out of his vessel. As presence made its way towards him.
"Castiel, you know it is against our rules to play with the humans. And sodomy on top of that? You're a naughty boy, Cass."
Jimmy became aware of his surroundings Nothing about what was happening was right. He turned his head around and saw Dean's face.
"Dean, what are you doing?" He screamed, purely unable to understand what was happening to him.
"I'm sticking my angel blade in your assbutt!" Dean grunted.
Jimmy immediately regretted allowing an angel of the lord take him instead of his daughter.
