AN: Another part in this series... I really don't know how long this series will be, but it will be AWESOME! Ahem, please enjoy, I'm prolly gonna have the rest uploaded by tonight and tomorrow... SO... Ownership to their respective owners, and don't forget to REVIEW!

Disclaimer: Amazed is performed and owned by Lonestar. Yay, Lonestar!


Dean woke, feeling happy. Or, at least, better. He couldn't understand why, though. His shoulders felt... lighter. His chest wasn't so... constricted. His headache, which he had had since before he broke up with Lisa, was gone. So, with out dwelling onto why he was feeling better, because he was sure that would cause a different kind of headache, he began to sit up. Only to realize he couldn't.

"I'm sorry," came a gravelly voice behind him, that sent shivers down his spine, "did I wake you?"

He turned to see Cas, still in his suit and trench, holding him to the angels chest.

Every time our eyes meet, this... feeling inside me, is almost more than I can take. Blue met green, and Deans heart stuttered. Why was Cas holding him in his sleep?

"C-Cas?" He whispered, seeing love being emitted in the angels cerulean eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Castiel smiled softly, "Holding you."

Deans heart melted. But, confusion still emitted his features. "Why?"

Castiel didn't respond, just studied his face, the soft smile still there. He lifted his free hand and cupped Deans cheek. And, without permission, Deans eyes closed.

Every time you touch me, I can feel how much you love me. Castiels thumb traced his jaw then, slowly, moved up to his lip. Dean shuddered at the feeling of love being poured into the touch. Castiels calloused thumb moving slowly over chin and then lip. And it blows me away.

Castiels smile got slightly wider, "Ive never been this close to anyone... or anything." He leaned forward, staring intently into the green eyes that had flown open. "Dean," he whispered.

'Please, for the love of God, kiss me, Castiel,' Dean thought, his lips twitching in delight at the thought of being kissed.

Amusement flew into Castiel, "I can hear your thoughts," he gently reminded Dean.

Dean had only dreamed of this moment since he had last seen Castiel. Being held by him, making love to him, making the angel squirm with pleasure and ecstasy.

"Oh, Dean," Castiel whispered, eyes closing, a look of pleasure/pain on his face, "I can see your dreams." And with that last word, Castiels lips descended to Deans.

'Oh, God,' Dean thought, eyes closing. His lips pressed harder into the angels, tongue sneaking out without control, forcing its way into Cas's, and meeting the others. Pleasure course through their bodies as the dance for dominance ensued. 'How is his kiss this fucking amazing?'

I don't know how you do what you do. How did Castiel make his feel this fire? How did he ignite and entice these feelings in him? How? Really, Dean didn't care. He was feeling it again, and, honestly, that is all that mattered.

Desperation coursed through both of them, their hands began to roam. Dean palmed the others chest, Cas pulled Dean closer. Both moaned as their erections brushed. How had they lived without this all of their lives?

Dean pulled away, looking at Castiel, and he couldn't help noting with satisfaction that the angel was thoroughly disheveled. Bruised lips, lidded eyes, hair a mess... of course, it was always like that. But, the look on his face was because of Dean, and that was okay! Oh, he loved this man... this being... this angel. So, it only felt natural to lean forward, and whisper, "I'm so in love with you."

The angels eyes widened slightly, but smiled again, "Good, because this will keep happening every morning, and it would be awkward if you didn't." He flexed his hips, moaning at the electricity.

"Oh, baby," Dean groaned out, "It just keeps getting better."

"Of course it does, Dean." He lifted his hand again, running his fingers through his hair, "I have something to confess," causing Deans eyes to open, "I want to spend the rest of my life... with you by my side... forever and ever." His face honest and open, but solemn. What if Dean didn't want a commitment.

Deans heart stuttered to a stop... almost. "Every little thing that you do," he whispered, leaning his forehead on Castiels, "making me all tingly inside, and warm outside, but you are soo... you make me..." Dean searched for words. "Baby, I'm amazed by you." He pulled Cas closer, "I will always love you, Cas."

Castiel pulled Dean's head down to meet his, and the kissing dance ensued again. Hands roamed, up chests, down backs, around waists. Then, Castiel slipped his fingers under Deans shirt. Burning... The scorching from his fingers on Deans back made him arch. It was perfect. Castiel pulled his shirt off of him and he could hear it rip... Meh, he didn't like that shirt anyway.

The angels hands found their way to his nipples and teased and caressed. Dean moaned, 'God, he was made for loving me,' he thought.

"I hope I was." Castiel whispered agains his neck. "Oh, Dean," he suckled his jugular, "the things I will do to you." His eyes darkened more when he heard the larger male whimper. He inhaled deeply at the base of his throat. "I love so much about you," he said, licking him. "The smell of your skin," he came back up to Deans lips, "the tast of your kiss." Cas pressed his lips to Deans, licking the roof of the other mans mouth.

"Oh, God, Cas," Dean moaned.

Castiel smiled, "The way you whisper in the dark."

He pushed Dean on to his back, whispered something Dean didn't catch, and suddenly they were naked. Dean's breath caught in his wind pipe, looking up at the now naked angel. His chest was flawless, toned, and hairless. Though, he remembered there was a trail of black hair leading to... Dean gulped... He'd forgotten how endowed the angel was.

Not anymore. Dean smiled.

Grasping the angels erection, he brought it brush his. Both moaned, loudly, heads flying back, eyes closed. Their mouths met, a heated battle, that was quickly over, as the began to flex their hips to one another.

"I love you, Cas," Dean raised his hands to the hip bones of his lover, "Your body all around me," he smoothed his hands over Castiels back as the angels hips moved faster, "baby, you surround me," he met the angels eyes, 'touches every place in my heart.' He thought, pleading for the angel to have heard him.

The angel flexed harder, causing him to arch, feeling his orgasm approaching. Had it always felt like this? Was it because they hadn't done it in so long? Had this fire always been here?

'No,' his subconscious said, 'it hasn't.' He looked into the blue eyes, burning inside.

"It feels like the first time," he whispered to the angel, who nodded in response.

The angel sped up even more, brushing their erections hard, searching for the one thing they needed so desperately. "Every time."

Dean closed his eyes, he was so close. But, he could feel Castiel looking at him. He knew the angel was doing it, staring. He always did. Always when they made love, he stared. And he was doing it now, as a pushed Dean over whatever cliff he was headed. Those eyes... just penetrated him. "I wanna spend my whole life in your eyes," he whimpered.

"Forever," Castiel whispered back. This one word was enough.

Dean came, hard. His body shuddered, his fingers clawing into Cas, causing the angels back to bow. This pain... this pleasure... Castiel came just as hard. Fingers gripped Dean for dear life. 'Oh, my love.' He whispered to him, silently. Once spent, they lay next to one another.

Just as they were coming down from their high, they glanced at each other. They had both missed this. This feeling that they invoked in one another. They didn't know what caused it, how it came to be or why it still lasted, but it was there.

'Every little thing that you do,' they thought together, 'baby I'm amazed by you.'