Happy Thanksgiving to all! I hope that those of you who celebrate this holiday have had an enjoyable time with friends and family. At any rate though, tonight I bring you the second part of "Kiss My Eyes And Lay Me To Sleep". This is the final part of the two, the conclusion of my very short romance story. And now, without any further adieu, please enjoy!!


By this time the sienna light of the sun was fading, allowing a rich plum to flood over the sky. Shimmering white stars began to light up the surrounding area, a cool breeze drifting through the air. This felt remarkably enlivening to Castiel, being that everywhere Dean touched sensationally burned like fire.

He was once again laying flat against the table, Dean hovering above him – domineering and in control. And finally, the time had come – the moment in which they had both been waiting for, for oh so long. Passionately Dean's eyes locked with his own as Dean slowly lowered his head. Castiel could feel his hair rising at the chill of Dean's breath, which was now fast and unsteady. With a flick of his tongue, Dean seductively licked his lips. He blinked awkwardly for a moment before opening his mouth and curving his lips around the tip of Castiel. Castiel threw his head back, arching his back – the feeling the bubbled inside of him was indescribable. It was almost as if the second Dean had touched him there, something awoke deep within himself. And he now realized just how stiff his vessel's body had become in that particular area.

Castiel shut his eyes tightly, gasping at the unfamiliar pleasure that was coursing through his veins. His fingers ran up and down the edges of the table, paint peeling under his fingernails as they went along. Cas just felt desperate enough to grab anything that was within reach. Dean wanted to smile at this – Castiel's franticness – but was obviously unable to at the moment, what with being preoccupied with Cas's dick and all. And speaking of which, Dean was really catching onto this blow job business rather quickly – a second nature, you could say. A second nature? What the hell?! Dean mentally beat himself for that remark. This was just a onetime thing and nothing would ever come of it. Besides, with the world coming to a dramatic end and all, why not live in the moment? And as he moistly dragged his tongue in a rhythmic pattern – up and down, up and down – Dean couldn't help but like the way everything flowed so naturally between them. He certainly didn't mind the way Castiel was instinctively beginning to thrust his hips either. It was just simply amazing how even an angel could cripple beneath the weight of such a glorious sin – that being lust, of course.

Castiel's pores began to open, allowing sweat to drip freely out of them. Some suspenseful pressure was starting to build within him, and it just felt right to pump harder and faster into Dean's mouth. Unexpectedly, Castiel reached his hand down to Dean's hair, grabbing a tuft of it firmly. This could be used as some kind of maneuvering method, Castiel had apparently decided. He did not shove Dean so far that he might gag mind you, but just sort of guided his head through the bobbing motions.

Dean felt his face flush at Castiel's sudden movement – he certainly hadn't planned on being an angel's bitch anytime in his life, but that just seemed to be the route things had taken at this point. He sucked and squished vigorously, Castiel's thrusts getting rougher with every gesture. Dean could feel his own hands becoming needy, his palms sweating. He grabbed a hold of Castiel's upper thigh, rubbing it robustly. He dug his fingernails deeper, beginning to puncture the skin beneath his grasp.

Castiel sighed and moaned at this – although, it was difficult to tell whether he was attempting to show discomfort, or plain pleasure. This was followed by a series of grunts and moans escaping from within him. Forcefully he impelled himself more rapidly than ever before, his fingers and toes beginning to tingle. And finally, with an impulsive feeling of release, white flashed before them – hot and sticky white release. Castiel's eyes flew open, a hoarse gasp arising from his throat. He pushed his vessel's body upwards, allowing the rest of his cum to discharge – into Dean's mouth.

As soon as Castiel had fully relieved himself, Dean removed his lips from his penis gagging in disgust. He spat the white substance from his mouth, much in the way he had done with the holy water Bobby had splashed in his face upon his return from hell. He coughed and hacked a few more times, spewing cum all over the cement floor of the pavilion. "Dean, I–," Castiel began, feeling as if he had done something unmistakably wrong here.

Dean held up his hand to silence him. "It's okay, I–," he choked, "I should've seen it coming." Castiel remained hushed, simply blinking in confusion to Dean's statement – he wasn't even sure what it was that had just happened. All he knew was that Dean obviously hadn't gotten the same enjoyment out of the experience, being that his own cock was still stiff as a rock.

"I've done something wrong," Castiel stated plainly, although it sounded like more of a question.

Dean chuckled slightly at this. "Nah, not for being an angel anyway," he smirked. Castiel's expression remained indifferent, and so Dean cleared his throat. "Why'd you think that?"

Castiel sighed, glancing downward for a moment. His eyes widened as he caught another glimpse of Dean's nether region, silently nodding towards it. Dean looked down himself, a horny wave suddenly washing over him. "Oh, uh," Dean thought for a second, scratching the back of his head, "You might, um, want to turn over."

Castiel did as he was instructed, still not entirely certain of how this was going to satisfy Dean. Dean placed his hands gently on either side of the small of Castiel's back, bending him over slowly. Castiel could feel Dean's steamy breath of the edge of his ear as Dean leaned in to compliment, "You were perfect." The way Dean whispered his praise – it was so secretive and Castiel smiled contently before letting out a sigh of relief.

Dean made small kisses across Cas's upper shoulder and over to the side of his neck, making him flinch at the slight tickle. Tenderly Dean rubbed his hands up and down Castiel's smooth skin with his rough and callused hands. Castiel made a slight whimper and Dean chuckled somewhat. Cas could feel his heart rate picking up again, being that he feel Dean's penis brushing against the back of his upper thigh. Unhurriedly, Dean slid his hands down to Castiel's hips and planted them there. Castiel could feel what Dean was ready to do next – but suddenly he stopped him in his tracks.

"Dean," he said turning to face him, both of their naked bodies touching each other. He gradually slid his hands up Dean's check, lightly taking hold of his face. "Allow me," he commanded.

At first Dean looked as though someone had just bitch slapped him right across the cheek, but after a few blinks his expression softened. There really wasn't any appropriate response, so Dean just smiled with his eyes. Both he and Castiel swopped places so that Castiel was now the one in back, bending over Dean.

Castiel let out a long drawn sigh, before curving his hands – which were trembling – around Dean's waist. Dean closed his eyes and swallowed deeply. "Just do it quick," he murmured. Castiel nodded silently, before shutting his eyes himself. Slowly, Castiel began to slip himself inside before Dean hollered, "Quickly, damn it!"

Castiel followed Dean's demanding instructions, and forcefully pushed himself into Dean. This all felt overwhelmingly strange to him – not at all similar to what Dean had just previously done to him. But he pursued the same pattern as before, pumping in and out. In and out. And gradually, everything began to flow in one uniform manner – hesitation transformed into confidence. Meanwhile Dean's painful grunts soon turned into pleasurable moans, which were music to Castiel's ears.

Dean clutched the picnic table underneath him until his knuckles began to turn white. He threw his head back, tiny beads of sweat flying into the air. "Ah," he gasped, unable to fathom any constructive words at the moment. He just seemed to lose himself in the way Castiel managed to thrust himself into Dean – compassion, with just a hint of uncertainty to follow.

Out of nowhere, Castiel's hand emerged from somewhere in which it had been hidden behind Dean. Carefully he slid it down Dean's pelvic region, handling all it touched with much care. Dean's eyes rolled back into his head as Castiel lightly began to dance his fingers over anything and everything. Finally he wrapped his fingers around Dean's dick and slid them up and down – slowly at first but then gaining speed, faster and faster.

It was somehow in this moment that Castiel's fingers happened to sync with the speed of his own pumping, creating a mesmerizing connection between them. "So," Dean grunted, "How's it feel to be committing lust?"

Lust – it lingered in Castiel's mind for a moment, before a pang of guilt struck through him. However, it quickly vanished, for Castiel realized he had no reason in which to feel blameworthy. Dean loved him and he Dean, so why shouldn't they enjoy all the passions there was to offer one another? Cas smiled in satisfaction, leaning his sweaty forehead against Dean's likewise perspiring back. "Better than you'll ever know," he murmured into Dean's skin.

Dean snickered somewhat at this, but then his expression softened for a moment. His eyes glazed a bit, before the reality of the situation finally dawned on Dean. He loves me – honest to God loves me. He shut his eyes tightly in attempts to keep the warm tears that were building contained.

Castiel was thrusting much faster now – rubbing his hand quickly over Dean as well. Dean could feel Cas's breath becoming pants against his back, an overwhelming sensation building within him. Desperately he grasped Castiel's other arm, wanting to hold on and never let go.

Castiel was the first to cum – hot and clammy inside of Dean. He let out a deep cry before swallowing hard, struggling to regain his breath. Dean released shortly after, spilling himself about Cas's hand. Castiel didn't really seem to mind though, for he wrapped his arms around Dean's chest drawing him even closer – his hands were nestled placidly atop Dean's heart.

Castiel loved the feeling of Dean's pulse beneath his fingertips – so close, it was unbelievable. And for a brief second, Cas could feel his own heart pumping along with Dean's, slightly faster though. He was so content, but also very exhausted. It was difficult to imagine that if merely a year ago you would have told Castiel he'd be engaging in such acts, he would have deemed you a liar and blasphemous. Never the less, here they stood, together. And Castiel smiled at this, unwilling to hide his happiness any longer.

Dean, however, was feeling quite different. He was pleased, yet disgustedconfused, yet balanced in perfect harmony. And he could no longer hide the tears that were beginning to stream down his cheeks, letting out an abrupt sniffle. Castiel opened his eyes at this – opened them, and turned Dean's body so that he could see his face. The whites of Dean's eyes were beginning to flood with a vibrant red, causing his lovely hazel to really stand forth.

Castiel gently lifted one of his hands to Dean's cheek, caressing it tenderly. "Dean, what's the matter?" he soothed.

Dean closed his eyes, allowing his face to rest against Castiel firm and sturdy hand. He raised one of his own hands to meet Cas's, cupping it tightly. He sniffed once more, before opening his eyes and clearing his throat. "Do you love me?" he murmured.

A smile took hold of the corners of Castiel's lips, curling them upward. With his other hand he wiped away Dean's tears and fixed some ruffles of hair. "Of course," Castiel replied, his voice barely touching a whisper, "I have loved you your whole life, Dean."

Dean took hold of Cas's hand, which was busy fidgeting with his hair. They eyes locked for what felt like an eternity before Dean broke the silence. "Why?" That was all he could manage, due to the growing lump wrenching in his throat.

Castiel tilted his head in that adorable but ridiculous manner. He moistened his lips, prior to placing both of his hands firmly about Dean's temples. "Because you're Dean Winchester," he stated simply, "I've known you since– since before the day of your birth. I watched you as you formed in your mother's womb – day after day, month after month, transforming into the man which you are now. And I've seen all of your sufferings. Every single suffering, Dean. I've had to stand by and simply observe for far too long – until now. Now, I finally have a chance to touch what I was never allowed to before."

Dean coughed and choked on more tears which were to follow. "But all those horrible things I've done–,"

Castiel would not allow Dean to say the words in which he knew he longed to. "You don't believe you deserve it," Cas finished for him, "Which you do not. But Dean, I– I've never held so much regard for a human. Never. And it seems that no matter your faults, or how unrighteous you become, you will by no means fall in my eyes. For I am not here to judge you, Dean – I am here to replenish and strengthen you. If that cannot be deemed love, then please enlighten me in what can."

One last crystal tear fell from Dean's eyes. The world stopped in its place, as if it ceased to exist to begin with – everything just fading into a blur. Dean grasped Castiel's shoulders, smothering him in hot and slobbery kisses. "Oh damn it, Cas," he breathed between each one, "you're so stupid. You could have anyone you want."

Castiel hastily pushed Dean away. He held him resolutely, shaking him slightly. "Listen to me – I do not want just anyone, Dean Winchester. The only one I wish for is you – only you." With this, he drew Dean nearer once more. Their lips conjoined, their silhouettes forming one dark shape amidst the other darkness that surrounded them.

Dean's fingers curved, his fingernails scraping down Castiel's back. Their tongues entwined briefly, before their kiss was eventually broken. And here the two stood, cradling each other – afraid that if they ever let go, the world would literally crumble around them.

And yet, amongst the chaos of bewilderment that encased them, light could be found within each of them. Pure and solid standing light, that could not be tainted any means. Light so bright, one could think they were on fire from a distance.

Dean just grasped Castiel's skin in the palm of his hands, closing his eyes and allowing all of his sobs to flow freely into Cas's shoulder. And all the while, he breathed in Castiel's wonderful scent – cleanliness like that of air after a fresh snow fall, polluted with just a hint of sweat. Ah, simply the best thing to smell in the entire world. Hell, a bacon cheeseburger couldn't even top that! Not at the moment, anyway. Dean continued to cry away all of his shame and pain that had built up over the years, not even noticing as everything surrounding him pulled away.

Dean's eyelids gently fluttered open. His eyes themselves felt sore and achy, a touch of dampness about the lashes. He darted them all over where it was he had come to be laying – realization setting in that he was indeed back in the motel room. Sammy was lying peacefully on the bed across from him, just as he had left him. A dream? The thought flowed over Dean's mind hazily.

For a moment Dean would've been ready to accept the fact that it was all a dream – all the wonderful notions Castiel had whispered to him turning out to be figments of his dearly beloved imagination. That is, until he felt a reassuring hand drift over his bare skin. He jolted beneath the bed sheets, turning to face Castiel. He just snuggled aside of Dean, no longer damp with sweat but radiantly peaceful. With a gentle tug on Cas's chin, Dean brought their lips together once more in a passionate embrace.

Castiel smiled at this, his sapphire eyes dazzling. Swiftly, he spread his legs and wrapped them around Dean, hurling himself upward. Now that he was comfortably atop Dean, he placed one hand on the pillow beside Dean's head for support. Meanwhile, the other caressed Dean's cheek lovingly.

"Cas," Dean whispered, pausing their physical activity momentarily, "I love you too."

Castiel smiled, not saying a word because he simply did not have to. Instead, he decided to continue with his physical approach, beginning to run his lips up and down Dean's neck similar to the way Dean had done to him at the bridge. Only this time, Dean did not feel conflicted but felt love.

Pure and honest love. This love was a new feeling to him – at least receiving it from outside of the family was anyway. And so he did not stop Castiel on his quest to discover all there was to be known about passionate interaction. For love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.

And Dean now possessed faith – faith and hope for their new love. Hope that it would blossom and that no force, good or evil, would be able to take it from them. That they would be able to relish in tranquility forever, with no doubt or hesitation to bombard them or cause them harm. For Dean now had the internal peace of faith in Castiel – angel of the Lord.

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith," Castiel had once said to him. Well that most certainly was Dean's problem no longer, being that he now loved the angel, Castiel, and nothing could ever change that.

Dean allowed his eyelids to slowly close, a peaceful darkness enveloping him. Still, he could feel Castiel's hands all about him. And now, Castiel gently leaned over and touched his lips to Dean's eyelids – kissing his eyes and laying him to sleep.

And now these three remain: Faith, Hope, and Love – but the greatest of these is Love.


I hope that you all took pleasure in this extremely brief account. If need be, please give me some constructive criticism – for I'm always open to advice. I'm in the process of working on yet another chapter for "A Struggle For Affection" and shall hopefully have it posted sometime over the weekend. Thank you for reading, and goodnight :)