Dean sat against the wall, cursing loudly t himself. He and Sam had fallen into the rut of argument again, and once more Sam had stormed off to God knows were. The bottle in his hand, temporarily forgotten, was nearly empty. Their life was hard, dangerous even, but at the end of the day, what they had was family. Or so he kept telling himself. He believed it, every word, for every day of his life. If nothing else matters, family DOES.
He turned his eyes skyward. Another face that had been missing from his life flashed before his eyes. He closed them, muttering quietly, "Cas; I know you're really busy with angel crap, so I'm sorry to bug you. I... I could use some company. Sammy and I aren't seeing things on the same level right now. You're choice, buddy; I ain't gonna twist your arm."
He sat in the silence for a few moments, and then sighed, raising the bottle once more, only to find it wouldn't move. His eyes opened, finding Castiel kneeling in front of him, gripping the bottle with what looked like very little effort, and suddenly the angel's scent enveloped him. "Hello, Dean." Those two words alone were enough to bring tears to his eyes, and he let go of the bottle, flinging his arms around what seemed to be his only friend on any plane.
"Hell, it's good to see you." He felt the angel soften in his grip, and arms enfolding around him. He gave a sob, wondering how a being of such strength could ease down into a grip so gentle. "I'm happy to see you, too, Dean. I heard you call." Dean laughed at the obvious statement, shaking slightly. "Where you been, man? It's been ages." Cas stiffened slightly, but it passed quickly. "There are things I had to take care of... in Heaven."
Dean sat back, looking into the angel's worn face, but decided not to pry too deeply, and instead, simply said, "Thank you, for coming."
Cas moved, taking a seat beside Dean, looking around the room. "It's empty in here. This isn't where you've been staying?" Dean shrugged, looking down at the offending bottle. "I left the motel. I couldn't be there alone. Too much I could've done there." He let the implied imagery hang in the space between them. "I understand. But now you are not alone. Let's go back." Before Dean could protest, there was a hand in front of him, and Cas looking down to him. His lip twitched before he smirked, and touched his finger to the angel's. "Just like the painting." He gripped the offered hand, heaving himself up. He expected to be whisked away, but instead was surprised as Castiel simply walked to the door and looked out. "Where's... Baby?"
Dean was beside him now, walking outside into the rain. "At the motel," he said, "to keep her out of my troubles. You comin'?"
Castiel stepped out, and it was like the rain slid around him, over an invisible umbrella. Dean rolled his eyes. "Show off." He walked over, standing inside the bubble. "Alright, Mister Wizard. Off to Oz." Cas looked confused for a second, but the message sank in, and the next thing Dean knew, they were in the motel room. "I will NEVER get used to that."
He peeled off his coat and shirt, looking at Castiel. "Get comfy. We're not going anywhere else." Castiel nodded, taking a seat in one of the chairs and sat quietly as dean went into the bathroom for a towel. Cas watched him, looking over his back at all the scars that had accumulated since Hell. All the pain that had caused them, both physical and emotional. He'd never taken time to fully put his focus into thinking about it as often as he should, as a friend. He brushed away a tear a second before Dean came back in.
"So, uh... What should we...," he was cut off as Castiel pulled him into another hug. "Dude, you okay?" Castiel's grip increased, and Dean suddenly realized that the angel was crying, and so was he. "Dean, I am so, so very sorry. Everything you've been through, everything I COULD have prevented..." The angel heaved a heavy sob, his body shuddering with it. And to Dean, it was like an earthquake passed through his soul. "Cas... Buddy, it's okay. That's all in the past. No big. C'mon." Dean's knees were giving out under the weight of this show of emotion. He led Cas over to the bed, sitting down and pulling the sobbing with him.
"Cas; Cas, look at me." Castiel looked into Dean's face, his eyes swollen with deep pain, the blue of his irises shimmering with sorrow. "We're here, alive, ALIVE, because of you, a hundred times over. I forgave you a long ass time ago." Castiel nodded, much like a small child would, trying to understand the words. "I owe you, Cas. I owe you a lot. So, anything you want, ask it."
Castiel looked down, noticing that in all of this, he had gripped the blanket on the bed, holding it like it was the last thing in his world. Then his eyes returned to Dean's face, his voice struggling to form the words. "All... All I want is... Dean, the only thing I want, is you."
Dean sat there, caught off guard. His face hardened while he mulled this over, then he closed his eyes and nodded. "Deal." He felt Castiel's hand on his cheek, soft and gentle, hiding so much power. He leaned into it, trying to relax his nerves. "I promise, I'd do nothing to purposely harm you." Dean opened his eyes, staring into his friends'. "I know. And I guess I always... I figured this'd happen eventually." He moved closer, clumsily. He felt suddenly out of place.
Castiel stood, kneeling in front of Dean, pushing him back against the bed. Dean watched as Castiel kissed over his stomach, obviously trying to mimic what he had seen in the pornos. Dean couldn't help but laugh. "Dude, you've got no experience. Here, take off your coat and shirt." He sat up, pushing the trench coat off, and the suit coat that were Castiel's usual clothes. The tie and dress shirt were next, revealing Castiel's chest. Dean stopped, remembering.
"Hey, Jimmy's still in there, right? What's he got to say about all of this?" Castiel looked at Dean, obviously confused. "He's retreated into the depths of his mind; away from reality. He no longer wishes to be part of the world, and in his mind he is with his family. I've created a place for him." Dean nodded, only vaguely understanding. "So, it's just us?" Castiel gave a small nod. "Just us." Dean undid his pants, pushing them and his boxers off, and Castiel did the same.
Dean moved further onto the bed, beckoning Castiel to him. He lay back, watching the angel, and then reached into the drawer of the bedside table, producing a pair of glasses. He slipped them on and gasped. Castiel stopped his approach, then noticed the lenses of the glasses, a flush washing over his face. Dean could see his wings, though they lacked the majesty they once held. Dean reached out to touch the ethereal wings, ignoring the fact that the lustre and sheen they should have was missing, wanting to touch them. His hand passed through the tattered wing, and he finally realized the state of them.
Castiel had fallen from grace. He'd endured so much for the Winchesters, shouldered burdens no mere human could bear. He'd suffered, inside and out, and this was the testament of all that. Dean began to cry, then pulled the angel's face to his, forehead to forehead. "They're still beautiful, Cas. I know they probably look like crap compared to what they did when we first met, but they're still amazing."
Dean's lips met Castiel's, soft and giving. Then, the kiss deepened full of their combined emotions, and their love was finally accepted between them. The kiss was broken after several moments, and Dean pushed Castiel over onto his back. As he watched, Dean kissed down his chest and stomach, his hand cradling his sac, awkward but gentle. This was a first, for them both.
Dean's lips moved lower, and Castiel's body reacted to the attention, his shaft becoming quickly rigid, just in time. Dean kissed the tip, eyes closed, focussing on what he was doing. It was obvious that he was making sure he was doing it right.
Castiel gave out a sharp gasp as Dean took the head into his mouth, his tongue playing over the opening at the top. His hand worked over the shaft, and he took to rotating his head slightly with each pass. He could feel a shiver running through the angel, and it excited him to cause the reaction. Castiel's hips began moving involuntarily, and Dean felt finger in his hair, gripping tightly.
He continued, cautiously taking more into his mouth, listening to Castiel's moans and gasps. For his first 'gay thing,' this was going rather smoothly. He tried to back up off of it, but found he couldn't move. Castiel had taken charge.
Dean struggled a bit, but found that it was to no avail. Castiel began to move his head for him, the tip teasing at the back of his throat, making him cough a bit. Then, Dean felt Castiel pull him up, and was able to catch his breath before finding himself in another passionate kiss. Then he felt one of Castiel's hands moving down his side, to his hip. The kiss was broken, and sapphire blue eyes pierced into emerald green ones. "You are my charge. My human. And I am your angel. I am your Lord." Dean gulped, not quite sure how to take the sudden affirmation, but realized that he wasn't opposed to it.
Dean felt the powerful wings encircle him; the feathers tickling his bare flesh. Then, he was eased down, and Castiel's tip was against his rear. "Cas, buddy, I don't think...," he was cut off by Castiel's hand over his mouth. "No, Dean. You don't need to think; you need me." Dean felt a tremor go through his spine, and he nodded, leaning forward against his friend. Cas was gentle, easing slowly into him a little at a time, allowing him time to get used to it, stopping every time he winced. The slow progression reassured Dean, making him relax. Once Castiel was fully in, the angel began to guide him, up a little ways, and then back down. Once the pace had been set, Dean easily kept at it. Castiel began to kiss and nip at Dean's torso; a bite here, a kiss there, a tongue tracing symbols on his skin.
Castiel's hands caressed and explored him, every once in a while moving down to feel where they connected, causing Dean to shake with pleasure. Castiel laid back, hands on Dean's hips, his own matching the rhythm. Dean leaned forward over him, panting hard, and looking down he realized his cum coated Castiel's stomach. He blushed, and instantly Castiel's hand was on his cheek, caressing his face. Dean found himself pressing into the strong hand, even bringing his own up to cover it.
After a little while, Castiel placed a hand on Dean's chest, signalling for him to stop. "You've done a good job, Dean. You deserve a break. I'll do the work now." Dean lifted himself off of the angel, allowing him out from under. He pulled a pillow over, resting his head n it as Castiel maneuverer behind him. He felt the member sink back into him; slow at first, but then Castiel gripped his hips tightly, pressing hard into him. Dean gave a yelp of surprise, but this time Castiel did not stop. True to his word, the angel was hard at work, and all Dean could manage was to hold onto the bed.
Castiel's pace quickened and slowed rhythmically, waves of motion cascading him against Dean. After a while, he slowed, drawing out each pass, driving Dean mad with need. Castiel's hand slipped under him, gripping his member, and slowly stroking it in unison. Not long after, the two finished together, the angel collapsing atop the human, and they sank down onto the bed, heaving and panting.
Dean closed his eyes, and when they opened again, sunlight was filtering between the curtains. There was a weight on his side, and turning his head, he saw Castiel, asleep beside him. He noticed the covers had been pulled up over them, and his eyes soon found Sam, sitting on the opposite bed.
You know, Dean; I was not expecting to come back to the two of you in a tangled heap. I think I'm scarred for life now, Jerk." He smiled at his older brother, holding out a cup of coffee. Dean took it, setting it on the bedside table, and muttered, "Bitch."
He carefully eased himself up, stretching sore muscles. "This guy, right here? He's an animal." He grabbed the trench coat off the ground and pulled it around him, and wandered to the shower, Sam laughing after him.
"So, you still pissed at me?" He started the shower, but still heard Sam call out, "I'm a little ticked off, yea, but we're brothers. We're supposed to argue." Dean chuckled, checking himself in the mirror.
After his shower, Dean got dressed and started in on his coffee. "So, what's the word?" Sam looked up from his laptop. "There seems to be something huge out in L.A. Wake up your boyfriend, and we can be there in a few hours."
Dean roused Castiel, and after everything was packed and cleaned up, the three drove off to the City of Lost Angels.