I've Got You

Leans toward dominant!Castiel. Bottom!Dean

"No…n-no!"

The sound of rustling sheets filled the expanse of the empty room as Dean fretfully tossed and turned. The terrifying nightmares of his time spent in Hell had continued to haunt him, and he had become increasingly fatigued over the past month; continuing to hide it or blow it off whenever Sam would question it.

But right now he was completely and utterly alone. At least, that's what Dean normally thought. But Dean never seemed to understand that he was never really, truly alone. Ever.

Sam had to search the neighboring town for hopes of any more clues on their recent case, so he had left Dean to stay and investigate himself. But the older brother hadn't come up with much, so he was left victim to his own raging thoughts while he downed a few more beers. Sure, he could've hit the local bar, threw on the veil of charm, and picked up some random willing chick for some late-night release, but no matter how hard Dean tried, he just couldn't get himself to do it. Not tonight. So in his confusing boredom he had drunk himself into a stupor, and let the merciless hands of slumber carry him away.

Flashes of red; that's all he could see. Sharp metallic blades sliced into his flesh; ripping away the soft barrier and letting his insides hang and fall to the floor. He choked as his own blood poured forth from his mouth, and he was encased within the sounds of crackling shrieks, choking sobs and cries of agony that pierced his ears. The smell of burning flesh sizzling and bubbling filled his nostrils; causing him to gag. Limbs. That's all he could make out. No direct shape of a whole person; just beat and broken bodies strung out; pleading for it all to end. Even though, Dean knew, this was the end.

Dean's sweaty body flailed across the bed; causing the questionable sheets to tangle around his wheezing form.

Unnoticed tears streamed down the hunter's face as he yelped and gasped into the dark,

"C-Cas! Help me…No!"

The sound of urgent fluttering wings announced the arrival of Castiel. His intense gaze snapped to Dean to see what was wrong; fully ready to assess the situation.

Everything was dark with soft beams of light streaking the entire room from the outside street lamp, giving the shabby motel space a serene look. But once Castiel saw Dean tossing and turning with a look of pure distress and terror plastered onto his usual smirking face, he immediately rushed over and gripped the hunter's shoulders tight; his angelic strength giving him leverage.

"Dean-"

The flailing hunter choked as if he were suffocating, and for a fraction of a moment Cas stared helplessly down at him. Dean grabbed at the air around him as he croaked,

"Please…Please help me."

Cas held Dean firmly to the bed and spoke more urgently,

"Dean!"

He felt an unfamiliar tugging in his chest that he couldn't quite describe as he tried to wake his best friend. Dean was so immersed in his nightmare that his head snapped from side to side across the pillow as he drifted deeper into his nightmare,

"Cas!" His voice was hoarse as he choked, "Where are you!"

Castiel answered in confusion,

"I'm right here."

Cas was about to touch Dean's forehead but Dean suddenly gasped loudly and shot upright; almost clunking heads with the angel.

Castiel kept his tight grip on Dean as he was shoved back, landing on his butt on the mattress. Dean panted for breath as he stared wide eyed at Cas; not entirely sure what was happening.

Faces a foot apart; Castiel could feel Dean's hot breath ghost across his own face as he whispered hoarsely,

"Cas? Wha-what the hell man…what are you doing here?"

Cas squinted as he analyzed the hunter's tear streaked face and said in the calmest tone he could muster,

"You called me."

Dean stared in disbelief for a second; finding it hard to break his gaze from the angel. He wheezed,

"Oh. Uh..Well, just a dream I guess…"

Dean continued panting as he tried to slow his rapid heartbeat. He should've calmed down by now, but his heart still thumped painfully against his chest.

Cas reached up, and instead of placing two fingers against Dean's sweaty forehead, he reached for the side of his face and cupped it gently. Dean stared intently; not entirely sure if he should shove Cas away or stay quiet, he chose the second. Suddenly Dean felt instant peace and serenity course through his veins. He couldn't help but close his eyes and press his warm face into Cas' hand; leaning into the touch. His lips parted as he let out a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly realizing how close he had leaned towards Cas and how easily he had let himself go; he opened his eyes and jerked his head back, mumbling without looking Cas in the eyes,

"Uh thanks."

Cas pulled his hand back reluctantly at Dean's reaction. He wanted to continue to touch him. He could feel heat swirling inside of himself from watching Dean moments before; his eyes closed with his lips slightly parted as he sighed in bliss.

Dean ducked his head in embarrassment. He felt uncomfortable at the thought of what else he could've been saying during his sleep. He began to scoot back; feeling even more uncomfortable with the intimacy of the way they were sitting.

But Castiel knew Dean. He reached towards his face; trying to wipe the tears away with his thumb. Dean soon caught on and with wide eyes quickly turned his head away and began wiping his face on his worn out Led Zeppelin t-shirt. He gruffly mumbled into his shirt,

"I'm fine Cas, just a bad dream. I'm fine now."

As Dean slowly turned back to face Cas' piercing blue gaze, he watched as the angel tilted his head; speaking quietly into the darkness,

"No Dean. You're not fine."

Cas stared hard into blood-shot eyes as he waited for a stubborn protest,

"I-" Dean paused; not knowing what to say. He couldn't lie to Cas. He wasn't okay, not by a long shot. His violent nightmare had proven that. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he turned his face away. He couldn't even pretend to argue, he was just too damn tired. He felt the bed dip and creak next to him, and when he turned back to speak he realized just how close the angel had scooted towards him.

Their noses barely brushed as they stared at each other. Dean held his breath in mute shock as his eyes flicked around nervously; unable to figure out why he couldn't get himself to move. Dean could feel intense heat radiating off of the body next to him; tempting Dean to lean forward even more.

To Dean, Cas was safety, he was trust. Dean wanted to feel safe for once. Just once. He wanted so desperately to throw away the act for one night, he wanted someone else to lean on, he wanted…Cas. He needed warmth; he needed touch that wasn't just an empty fuck. He wanted to know what those hands would feel like tracing every inch of his body. He wanted to know. He needed to know.

Cas' hand slowly came back up and caressed Dean's cheek; his fingertips ghosting across the hunter's lips and his eyes locking onto his. Dean's eyes were wide as he tried to hide the shiver that he got from the touch. God did Cas' touch do things to him. His touch was so different compared to anybody else's. It made Dean feel as if he was worth something. That somebody actually cared, besides Sam.

As if reading Dean's thoughts like they were written across his forehead; Castiel's eyes grew intense as he held Dean's face in both of his hands,

"You are worth so much Dean. More than you know." The angel rested his forehead onto Dean's own, "You are worth more to me. More than you truly know."

Dean was stunned. He was blushing from the words but God did it sound amazing. He stared at Cas in shock and a newfound light. He had never said anything so…human before.

That's when Dean felt their lips crash together. For seconds they just stayed there; posed. Dean's eyes were practically bugging out of his head as his hands flew up. He froze. Castiel noticed the stillness and pulled back; thinking he might have done something terribly wrong. But when Dean lost that contact; lost the taste of Cas' lips on his own, he grabbed the lapels of his trench coat and hesitantly pulled him back in for another. This time, as Dean's soft lips pushed against the angel's chapped ones, he felt a beautiful sort of release inside of himself. Dean kissed back with fervor; fisting the angel's dark locks as he pulled him closer. Castiel placed one hand against the back of Dean's neck, and the other tangled within his short brown hair. Cas felt overwhelmed but never dared to let go. Dean licked the angel's bottom lip and couldn't stop himself from moaning as he felt Cas' warm tongue find his own. He tilted Cas' head gingerly as he deepened the kiss; eliciting a quiet groan from the angel.

They gasped into each other's mouths as Cas suddenly pushed Dean onto his back; continuing to cover Dean's face with sweet, open mouthed kisses. Dean's ears were burning as he let himself go. He had never been dominated in such a way, but so much was happening that he could hardly care. The feel of strong hands pushing him down and an equal force beginning to suck and lick under his jaw made Dean gasp into his friend's neck in pleasure and surprise.

As clothes were being discarded onto the motel room floor, Castiel covered Dean's body protectively with his own; whispering into his ear,

"I've got you Dean. And I promise I will never let go."