Five Songs for Dean and Castiel

Part Two

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1. Run

Leona Lewis

"Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you, Dear…." – Run (Leona Lewis)

"Look at me, Dean."

Dean sighed and turned to Castiel. The angel pressed a gentle, loving kiss to the hunter's lips and cupped Dean's cheek, his thumb moving with instinct to wipe Dean's falling tears away. When Castiel ended the kiss, Dean chased his lips desperate for another. Castiel turned his head away and held Dean's face, gently stroking his cheeks with his thumbs and pressing their foreheads together.

They looked deep into each other's eyes, both of them breathing unevenly and raggedly. Castiel kept his hold on Dean who now gripped his lover's trenchcoat with such force it almost ripped the fabric.

"Listen to me…" Castiel said softly, "The Archangels are displeased with us, me in particular, do you understand?"

Dean nodded.

"Cas…" He began, but the angel cut him off.

"No, Dean. Listen." He said firmly, "I will fight them off the best I can."

"No, Cas!" Dean protested, but he was cut off again.

"I'm sending you somewhere they can't reach you, alright? I will come and find you if I can when the battle is over. If not, even if you can't hear my voice, Dean, even if you can't see me, I am with you always."

Dean closed his eyes, and caressed the angel's cheek, tears falling freely from his own eyes as he stole another kiss from Castiel.

"Remember that I love you, Dean." Castiel whispered, kissing Dean quickly.

"I love you too, Cas…always." Dean replied, both of them stealing another kiss.

When bright light emerged through the motel room window and the room began to shake, the pair kept hold of each other.

"The Archangels are here," Castiel said, kissing Dean again for what could be the final time, "I love you."

"Love you, Cas…I really love you."

With that Dean felt fingers on his forehead and a rushing feeling inside.

Dean found himself in a different motel room covered with symbols from ceiling to floor, wall to wall. He sat on the bed and broke into sobs.

What if he never comes back? Oh God! Please let him come back to me! Please!

Dean lay on his side and stared at the clock.

3:14am.

He hadn't slept yet, his angel was still missing. A flutter of wings made his sit bolt upright and look around the dark motel room. He suddenly felt lips on his own and he was pushed back onto the mattress. His eyes opened and he saw those big blue orbs he'd grown to love so much. He couldn't even speak, he just felt the tears fall down his face.

Castiel gave him a beautiful smile and kissed him again. Pulling back, he stripped quickly until, like Dean, he was just in his boxers. He threw himself back upon Dean and kissed him again, lovingly and gently. Dean smiled, but sobbed slightly with happiness against the kiss, knowing his angel was safe and here with him now. Castiel caressed his cheek and leaned into his neck.

The room slowly became hotter, and the sounds of heavy breaths, moans and whimpers of pleasure filled it completely, sweat-slick bodies writhing against each other. The human screamed as the angel and he both climaxed together, the angel slumping onto him. The couple were sticky and hot but curled up together, the human pulling the sheets over them.

Finally, they spoke to each other.

"I love you."

"I love you too."