Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the boys; I kinda wish I did though. Who wouldn't want to go home to Dean/Jensen, Sam/Jared, and Castiel/Mischa every night?
So this is set sort mid season 4 – start of season 5. (Very early season 5) sorry if it's a bit AU/OOC I haven't watched the show in ages.
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Watching from the distance again, something was wrong with me. I shouldn't be feeling this way, I was an angel of the lord – this was wrong in more ways than one. Not only was I supposed to be chaste but the vessel for my lust was of the same sex. And now I use the word 'sex' oh crap there it was again, he is such a bad influence on me. This is wrong, being surrounded by these boys (and that's all they were compared to him) was changing him into the kind of angel that fell from heaven. I had to get away.
"Cas? You okay? You have this really strange look on your face and you look like you're about to either chain yourself to this crappy motel bed or sprint out the front door." I looked up unawares my internal battle was showing to the outside world and especially to the reason for my turmoil. I shook my head, unsure if I could speak – my throat constricting at the thought of telling him how I feel. He slowly moved closer to me, pulling me into a tight hug – and before I knew what was happening tears were falling.
-POV Change-
As I watch the beautiful man in front of me weep, I wonder what could be wrong. We've been winning – hiding successfully from Lucifer and the rest of the angels, what could it be? Maybe it was something to do with Anna? There was obviously some history between the two of them, but hell it couldn't be that big of a deal because well they were angels. I feel Cas pull far enough away from me to look at me and then he leans back in and kisses me lightly on the lips. He shocked me at first, because shit that was the last thing I expected him to do, but I'm glad he did. I would never had done or said anything to him about the way I felt because well he WAS an angel, but now I didn't have to hold back.
Holding him close to me, I deepened the kiss but he was still stronger than me, and in a few seconds he was pushing me back onto the bed, hands entwined in my hair (and mine in his). We were grinding against one another, both of us moaning at the pleasure of the friction and groaning at it not being enough. Faster than lightning, he had us both undressed and as he entered me, the world felt right. This was where I was supposed to be, Jesus Christ (shit sorry Cas!) I think I love him. Moving together we reached the ultimate climax quickly and then lay in the (flea-infested) motel bed just holding each other. I couldn't keep the smile off my face, and I looked over at Castiel to see his beautiful face. He was looking at me as well, a silly smirk on his face and then he speaks (and it's obvious he's trying not to laugh), "Looks like I took your virginity Dean". I blushed and then retorted,
"Well I'm guessing I took yours too Castiel, unless you've been a naughty angel?". Laughing again, he kissed me and leaning onto his soft chest, I wait for him to fall asleep. Not wanting to be the first to let go, but I can't help myself. I fall into the gentle abyss and have the best sleep Mum died.
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