"I'll be back later. Probably tomorrow morning. I'm sorry, man. She was a really close friend," Sam says quietly to Dean as he works on shoving unfolded clothes into his grungy old duffel bag. A friend Sam had from college had gotten in a car crash and passed away, and Sam felt obligated to attend her funeral service.
Dean wasn't offended by this, but he did dread being alone. Ever since Castiel mysteriously showed up after seemingly dying in that lake so long ago, things were different. He regained most memories, but some of them just couldn't reappear. And these memories were the ones that were most important to Dean. He didn't remember anything about how he and Dean used to interact, or at least how they acted with each other when no one else was there.
For a long time, all that happened was awkward interactions, like Dean accidentally brushing his hand over Cas's and how even that little touch seemed to send lightning through his body. Just a week or so before Cas got all occupied by the God-complex, Cas actually mentioned something about it to Dean. Dean, extremely embarrassed, denied it at first. But then Cas started to talk about how he felt the same way, and before he could even finish his sentence, Dean pounced at him and kissed him. At first, Cas was taken by surprise and tried to pull away, but when he realized what was happening, he gave in. Dean remembers how this kiss was unlike anything he had done before. He'd kissed many, many women, but not even Lisa matched up to this feeling. Steaming hot passion was coursing through Dean's entire body. All he wanted was more. He wanted to do more with Cas.
Knock, knock.
"Sorry, I forgot my wallet." Sam walked into the room, and Dean went into a full blown panic. He can't see me doing this, he thought. His cheeks were hot. Damn! I'm blushing! Stop it, Dean! Eyes wide, he glanced up at his brother, who had walked in from the main room of the suite into the bedroom where he was lying with Cas on the bed.
"Dude, are you okay?" Sam asks, making a condescending face at Dean.
"Uh, y-yeah." He glanced over to Cas, only to find that he wasn't there. Dean was alone on the bed. He sighed in frustration. "I was just going to take a nap."
"Okay, whatever you say..." Sam gave Dean one more suspicious look before turning and walking out, the door shutting and latching behind him.
Dean waited for Cas to come back so they could continue, but it never happened. He was being stood up. After waiting over two hours, he finally decided to actually go to sleep.
As Dean comes out of his memory, he realizes there is a tear running down his cheek. He wipes it away, both angry at himself for being so upset and angry at Castiel for never coming back and forgetting the whole endeavor.
"Hello, Dean," the familiar gruff voice called out. "Are you okay?" he asks, cocking his head slightly, concerned for Dean's happiness.
"Yeah... No, you know what? I'm not. I'm not okay."
"Oh, um... Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." He stubbornly rolls over, his back facing the angel. Still concerned, Cas sits down on the bed next to Dean and rests his palm on his arm. A shiver runs through Dean's body at the touch and he can't help but smile a little.
Suddenly, Castiel gasps and pulls his hand away from Dean. Alarmed, Dean sits up and turns to look at him. His eyes are wide and glazed over. "Cas?" he says quietly and waves his hand in front of his face. A few seconds later, Cas comes back to reality and looks regretfully at Dean.
"I remember." The room is quiet as this fact sinks in. Dean doesn't know whether to be embarrassed or relieved, but before he can decide, Cas puts his hand on the back of Dean's neck and pulls his body closer to his and begins kissing him hungrily but passionately. The feeling from the last time this happened returns to Dean, but this time its amplified. He can hear Castiel's heart racing and smiles. Eventually, Cas pulls away from Dean and says simply and sorrowfully, "I'm sorry."
Showing his ready forgiveness, Dean gets up, pulling Cas with him, and starts slipping the tan trenchcoat off of his smooth shoulders and begins working at his tie. Cas lets out a small gasp and looks down, and looks back up at Dean, not understanding the sensation he has begun to feel just under his abdomen. Seeing the obvious panic in Cas's eyes, Dean laughs. "It's okay, I can help."
After pulling Castiel's soft, clean, white button-up shirt off of him, Dean steps back to take the sight in. He was so beautiful. He seemed to glow, almost. After a few seconds of this, he grips Cas's arms tight and pulls him close. He begins showering Cas's neck with kisses, and to his surprise, Cas leans his head back, closes his eyes, and lets out a quiet sigh. Slowly, Dean works his way down Cas's torso, making a trail of kisses all the way down. He pulls away when he reaches clothing, and begins working at getting Cas's belt off.
Growing impatient, Cas clicks his fingers together and all of their clothing is gone. A cold shiver runs through Dean at the sudden loss of clothes, but he's warm again soon because of the instant blush in his cheeks at the slight embarrassment of being so revealed. He stands up and kisses Cas gently, putting an arm around the small of his back and lowering him onto the bed again.
Dean pulls his hand out from under Cas and starts running his hand along Cas's stomach, outlining the deep V of Cas's midsection teasingly with his fingers. Cas pushes his hips up against Dean and lets out his first real moan of the night, sending fire through Dean's veins at the sound of it. Finally, Dean's hand finds Cas's current center of attention and he starts slowly moving his fingers along the length of it. Cas's arms fly around Dean and his nails start digging into Dean's back. Dean, smiling at the moderate pain of Cas's pleasure, begins moving his hand faster, clenching his fingers tighter around it. "Dean... God, Dean..." Cas says, his voice straining and his back arching up into Dean's strong figure.
"I'm going to try something else, Cas. It might be a little painful..." Dean says mischievously. Cas opens his eyes, alarmed. "But..." he says. He sticks a finger in his mouth and begins slowly pushing it into Cas's entrance. Cas winces, but doesn't protest. As Dean massages slowly, he begins kissing Cas eagerly, trying to distract him from any discomfort. Cas sighs and Dean adds another finger, trying to get his beautiful, not-so-innocent angel used to the stretch. "More..." Cas demands, running his flexed fingers across Dean's back, leaving long scratches.
Complying to his lover's request, Dean pulls his fingers out and slowly starts pushing himself into Cas, gasping at the tightness. Nothing he'd ever done with anyone else felt like this. When the length of him was all the way inside Castiel, he reluctantly waited for Cas to warm up to it. He pushes his body up, one hand on the bed beside Cas's ribs, and the other on his chest, digging his own nails in subconsciously. After a minute, Cas relaxes, cueing Dean to continue. Very slow at first, Dean starts thrusting his hips, gradually gaining speed. "D-Dean!" Cas yells. One of his hands tangles into Dean's hair, pulling his head down to kiss him. Dean pulls away after a few seconds, face strained, and lets out a loud moan, making Cas shiver with delight. They both loved how they found pleasure in the other's happiness. Dean starts rolling his hips around, looking for just the right place inside Cas to strike. Cas lets out a loud scream, letting Dean know he'd found it. "DEAN!" he yelled. "I... Dean! Something... is happening..." he shouts. They release at the same time, Dean deep inside of Castiel and Castiel all over their lean and toned abdomen. Dean slows down considerably, and has just enough time to pull out before his elbows buckle and he collapses on top of Cas. Breathing heavily, Dean notices a sharp pain in the middle of his back and assumes Cas cut him with his nails. He chooses to ignore it, and quickly falls asleep, nestled in his guardian angel's arms.
Wow, Cas thought. He opened his eyes slowly and gasped at the sight of Dean. His skin displayed a soft gold hue, something that he has only seen on angels. He had never seen something so beautiful, but it frightened him. Something he had only seen on angels. Dean was a human. There was something wrong here.