Heart Fire
Dean and Cas Love Story
Sam's POV
I had been noticing it more and more. The last straw was when Dean got kidnapped from Bobby's by Leviathans. Castiel flipped his lid and searched everywhere on the planet, not just the US, the freaking planet. He was ready to march right up to Dick Roman. An angel so madly in love with Dean, my brother, willing to do anything to find him. I had to stick him in the panic room to keep him from ending up dead. This set me off because Cas was always brains, logic, and solid plans.
About a week of searching, we found Dean at a nudist colony. I highly doubted he wanted saved. But Castiel insisted that we try. I was in shock to find Dean AVOIDING the pretty naked girls. Castiel came running in with a machete swinging and chopping like an angry blizzard. A peace loving angel, looking like a vigilante attacking everything in his way. Dean ran gratefully to Castiel and embraced him for what seemed like forever.
Dean's POV
Castiel's lips were sweet and soft against Dean's lips, neck, collarbone, chest, lower stomach, and Cas' hands were just starting on the jeans button and zipper. Dean was so confused when Castiel drags him to the bedroom but when Dean gets through the door. He abruptly launched up from his sleep to see Castiel sitting on the edge of the bed watching him.
"Cas, please tell me you didn't peek into my brain?" I exclaimed in a panicked tone.
He looked confused as he spoke, "I thought you were into females?"
At that moment, I knew I had fucked up.
Castiel's POV
As I looked into Dean's mind I realized he wanted to have intercourse with me. I was quite shocked; I thought I was the only one.
Instinct kicked in and I poofed us to the backseat of the Impala and told him that I watched his dream. It went kind of like this:
"HOLY SHIT CAS, WHAT THE FLIPPING KUMQUAT"
"I watched your dreams, what was in your mind while you slept appealed to me Dean."
"Cas." It came out as a pained whisper.
I kissed him harshly, like cauliflower; it was smooth but a little lumpy like cauliflower. I didn't want to stop but he pushed me off. I felt hurt.
"Cas, as much as I want this Sammy is a total homophobe." He refused to look at me. I swore I heard him sob.
"He wouldn't have to know." I whispered to him as I lifted his face to look at me.
He finally made eye contact, and I kissed him softly. I think it helped his upsetness because he kissed back, hard. We found a shaky rhythm to our kiss. The passion and lust slowly went up in levels. He pushed his hips hard into mine. I ripped his shirt off. And kissed down Dean's body. As a virgin I wasn't used to this level of arousal and came.