I started this fic after I watched Point of No Return, but I finished it just now. I don't know where this came from, but I kinda love the way it turned out. Hope you will as well.

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Please enjoy this little piece of mine!

Liz

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And about that 'blow me' thing…

"Fuck…" Dean said to his face in the mirror as he looked at the painful scar on his face. Purple, red, blue and yellow stains marked his face especially around the eyes. He touched one of the red stains and hissed. It hurt like hell.

The angel really hit him. That bitch really hit him! Dean was mad at him. Not just mad, furious. To be honest he was only partly angry at Cas, mostly he was furious with himself. He had to admit that the angel was right. He had betrayed him. Castiel rebelled against Heaven, against God just because of Dean. Just because Dean thought that there could be another way to defeat Lucifer. Castiel killed his brothers and sisters just because they were a threat to Dean. And after this, after eight fuckin' hard months, what did the main reason for his rebellion do? He betrayed him. So yeah, Dean was mad...mostly at himself. He knew he had to apologize. And he would when they finally found Cas.

He looked at his reflection again. His eyes moved to the little scar and the blue skin around it. Yeah, he would apologize for sure. But before he did, he would punch that bastard as hard as he could.

.o.O.o.

He stepped out from the little bathroom into the empty motel room. It was just as he had left it thirty minutes ago. Except it wasn't empty anymore. Cas was standing in the middle of it. Just standing there, not saying anything.

"Hello Cas." Dean said with a reserved voice.

"Hello Dean." Cas replied.

"How did you find us?" he asked the motionless angel.

"Bobby told me." His tone of voice implied that the answer should have been obvious. Well actually, it was obvious.

"Yeah, right…"

Castiel's eyes narrowed as he inspected the scars on Dean's face. That reminded him, how he had planned on welcoming the angel. He moved in close to Castiel and hit his face with all of the power he could put behind the punch. It didn't seem as if Cas even felt the hit.

"Shit." Dean said disappointed. "I'm sure this hurt me much more than you."

"It did not hurt me at all," came the calm answer.

"Sweet…" Dean nodded, shaking his aching fist. "I've got to apologize…"

"I told you, it did not hurt me."

"Not for the punch, Cas. I have to apologize, because I almost gave everything up and became Michael's little puppet."

"By puppet you mean bitch, right?" There were no emotions on Cas's face however it was very clear he was upset. Clear and quite understandable.

"Yeah Cas, I mean bitch." Dean stared at the ground for a moment than looked Cas in the eyes. "I'm truly sorry, man. I'm aware of what you've done for me and how much it cost to you." The angel still didn't show any emotions. Dean didn't know what more to say. "You have to understand, I don't want you to get hurt. Not you or Sam, or Bobby, or anyone else I care about." It looked like Cas finally heard something in Dean's tone because he started to move towards the hunter. Dean remembered the beating he had taken the last time he spoke privately with the angel and moved back. Castiel's steps were slow but threatening.

"Uhm Cas, I told you once, the last person who looked at me like that, I got laid…" Dean smiled; he hoped some humor would kill the angry mood between them. He was disappointed. It didn't. Moreover, the blue eyes seemed to be more determined and it looked like they… were sparkling.

"So now, you do not want to throw yourself to Michael?"

"No. I don't. We'll fi…"

"So now, you do not want me to get hurt?" hissed the angel angry.

They had reached the wall. Dean had nowhere to go, but Castiel didn't slow down. He was only inches away from Dean's face. The hunter thought of cracking some joke like, 'What have I told you about personal space!' or something along those lines, but he knew that this was neither the place nor the time for jokes. He looked in those ocean blue eyes and answered as honestly as he could.

"I never wanted you to get hurt."

Castiel smiled. But it wasn't a nice smile. It was really evil and definitely smug.

'And incredibly hot' thought Dean for a moment, scaring himself to death with that thought.

"Never, you say. Interesting Dean. You almost gave up your life, your whole being, your brother and me. And now, you look into my eyes and say you never wanted to hurt me? How could you lie so easily." His voice was barely audible, only angry growls as he ground Dean into the wall with his body. He slowly slid his hand over Dean's naked chest, which still felt wet.

Dean felt Castiel's hand sliding up his skin. Then, suddenly, it stopped on his throat. His grip was rather hard, Dean's muscles tensed as he felt the touch tighten. With his thumb, Castiel turned his head to the left and leaned into him. He felt the angel's hot breath against his skin, he thought he even felt his lips but it was just a phantom touch, because Castiel didn't touch him. Dean didn't know what to do now, how to react to this. His mind was empty, blank like a piece of paper. The only thing he felt was the urge inside him to grip the angel and do something passionate and reckless with him. The hand on his throat tightened more, nails digging deeply into his sensitive flesh.

"I'm not lying..." He claimed, looking into the storming blue eyes. He felt another hand sliding upward on his chest. The angel's left hand went to his side and Dean groaned as the fingers gripped onto him.

"Don't you dare to lie again." He heard the furious words leave the angel's mouth, but the words never reached his mind because Castiel's nails lodged into his flesh. As they moved downward they left a deep, red claw mark on him. He was sure it would remain for quite awhile but he didn't care about this little pain and the obvious evidence it was leaving of their meeting. He was worried about his feelings because they scared the shit out of him. This feeling of Castiel so close, feeling his breath on his bare skin, feeling his strong hands gripping him turned him on, like nothing else he had ever known. He never thought pain could make him feel the way he felt right now.

Castiel moved his hips forward and Dean threw his head back with a slight moan. He could feel something hard pressing into his groin.

"And about that 'blow me' thing, you mentioned earlier..." Dean's eyes flashed open. A gentle touch, maybe a nose, caressed his chin then his jaw. His heart lumbered pulsating inside his chest; his legs were shaking hard as a vision emerged from his fantasies. A picture of a kneeling angel, whose hands held the man's hips firmly, as if his life depended on it. The man clung onto the angel's black hair, his green eyes firing up every time the wet lips enclosed the base of his cock.

Teeth bit into his skin over his collarbone and he moaned again, loudly this time, as if he was close to an orgasm, and maybe he was, as his hard as steel erection almost pierced his jeans.

"... Maybe next time..." Cas whispered. He heard the sound of lashing wings and then the angel was gone from the room.

He fell to the floor on all fours, his hands and legs shaking wildly.

"Castiel..."


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