**Author's Note**
My friend is sitting next to me and she doesn't know that I'm writing Destiel smut. She thinks I'm writing for NaNoWriMo. Oh well.
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Warning: fluff and angst and smut.
"Who are you? Where are we? What happened?"
"In the bunker. We'll be safe here."
The confusion in Castiel's voice broke Dean, knowing that Castiel truly had no idea. After the witch had put a spell on Cas that made him forget everything, Dean had rushed him back to the bunker. There were still demons and angels after them, and Dean couldn't bear to see Cas get hurt again.
"Who am I? Why don't I know who I am?"
"You name is Castiel," Dean sighed, knowing that he was going to have to help Cas remember, "You are an angel. My name is Dean Winchester. I'm a hunter. We're are in a bunker, where we'll be safe. You got cursed by a witch, and now you don't remember anything."
"Why am I with you?" The angel's voice was full of confusion.
"We are," Dean hesitated, "friends. My brother and I have helped you, and you've helped us."
"Oh. I see. Well, thank you."
"You're welcome. Now come on. You need rest."
Dean took the angel's hand, guiding him to his bedroom. Sam and Dean had debated whether or not to give Cas his own bedroom, but they knew from experience that when memories came back, it could be painful. Beside, as Cas had put it, he and Dean had, "a more profound bond."
As Dean led his angel to their now shared bedroom, Cas's eyes wandered the bunker.
"This is quite impressive," he said, looking up at the taller man.
"We found it a few months ago, and since no one was using it, we thought we would."
The angel sighed, his eyes following Dean's. He felt some sort of bond to this strange man, a bond he couldn't explain.
"Dean," the angel asked, "Are we friends?"
"Of course Cas."
"Are you sure that we aren't, ah, something more?"
"Just friends," Dean said, his heart breaking at the words. He knew that he couldn't say anything about what their friendship had become in the last months. That was for Cas to relearn.
"Alright Dean. Thank you."
The two entered the small bedroom that Dean had claimed, the walls now lined with guns and weapons. Cas gasped, feeling like he was at home.
"Come on," Dean said, "let's get you some sleep. I have extra clothes you can wear until we take you shopping."
"Thank you Dean."
The angel's voice was deep, giving away the closeness he felt to Dean, a closeness he couldn't quite put a name to. As he took of his trench coat, his fingers began to tremble and he sat down. A wave of emotion washed over him, a single tear running down his cheek. Dean's heart melted, seeing his angel look so lost. The hunter sat next to him, helping Cas slide his trench coat off his shoulders then quickly unbuttoning the angel's blazer. His fingers loosened the blue tie the angel always wore, slipping it over his head. Nimble fingers unbuttoned Cas's plain white shirt, feeling the angel shiver at the hunter's light touch on his chest.
The angel let out a soft sigh, leaning into Dean's touch.
"Come on Cas. Let's get you to bed."
Dean pulled the angel to a standing position, walking over to his dresser and pulling out an old tee-shirt. He hands the tee shirt to Cas, but his hands are shaking so badly that he can't put the tee shirt on. Dean guides the angel's hand above his head, slipping the tee shirt over his head. The angel tries to unbutton his pants, but he can't make his hands work.
Dean looks into the angel's eyes, and Cas gives a slight nod of approval before Dean slides his hands down the other man's chest, quickly unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his hips. The angel lets out a slight moan, rocking his hips into Dean's hands almost imperceptibly. Dean runs his hands over Cas's boxers before stopping himself.
"I'm sorry Cas. I can't do this."
"Right. Because we're just friends."
"Yeah," Dean says, shaking his head, "Just friends."
The angel steps out of his pants, Dean scooting back to give the angel space. He stands up, trailing his eyes over the half-naked angel's body. His perfectly messed up black hair, his bright blue eyes, his slight but muscular figure. The body of an angel, and not just figuratively. The angel gives him a slight smile, and Dean shakes his head. He walks to his dresser again, getting a pair of his most comfortable sweatpants. He gives Cas a look, knowing that there is no way the angel can dress himself. Dean kneels down, sliding the pants over Cas's legs one at a time. He slides them up his angel's legs, running his hands over sensitive skin on the smaller man's hips.
"Dean," Cas sighs, "I think I need to sleep."
"Of course. Come on."
The two walk to the bed, Dean lifting the soft duvet he chose when they found the bunker. The angel crawls under, looking small in the king size bed. Dean tucks the duvet around Cas, smiling at the happy sigh of the angel. He walks to the bathroom connected to his bedroom, splashing cold water on his face. Cas had no memory of the hunter, but somehow he still drove Dean crazy. The way the angel instinctively trusted Dean, letting him dress him and put him to sleep, it turned Dean on like nothing else. He looks down, noting a sizeable tent in his jeans. Sighing, he unzips his jeans, imagining the angel's soft lips over his cock, the angel's soft hands on his hips. It only takes him a moment to come, thick white streams covering the bathroom floor.
He cleans up the bathroom, hiding the evidence of what he's done. After brushing his teeth he returns to his bedroom, smiling at Cas's sleeping figure. He strips down, sliding on a clean pair of boxers and ratty sweatpants. Climbing into bed, Dean pulls his angel to his chest, wrapping his strong arms around the smaller man's body. Together, like that, it only take Dean a moment to fall asleep. Dean wakes in the middle of the night to a small cry from Cas, the angel pulling away from him.
"Cas? Cas, are you alright?"
The hunter's voice is deep from sleep, his eyes showing his worry as he shakes the angel awake. The angel wakes with a start, turning to look at Dean in fear.
"Dean," the angel's voice is shaky, betraying the fear in his voice, "Dean, you–you died. You were stopping the apocalypse, and you died. You died and there was nothing I could do about it."
"No Cas, it was just a dream. It was just a dream. I'm here, and I'm fine."
The angel collapses, burying his face into Dean's bare chest. He lets out a sob, his shoulders shaking. Dean wraps his arms around the angel, pulling the angel closer to him. Laying his head on the angel's, Dean lets out a small sigh. It feels good to be close to Cas again, feeling the angel's steady breath.
"Dean?"
"Yes Cas?"
"Will you stay awake until I fall asleep?"
"Of course baby," Dean says, feeling the angel smile into his chest.
"I like that," the smile is evident in Cas's voice, "I like it when you call me that."
"You always have," Dean whispers, too soft for the angel to hear.
Dean lays down, pulling the angel onto his chest. He slowly rubs circles on Cas's back, the angel's breathe steady. It takes nearly an hour for Cas to fall asleep, but Dean doesn't mind. It's comforting for him to be close to Cas, close in a way he hasn't been for weeks. Before the witch put a spell on Cas, she had captured him and tortured him for nearly two months. As Dean drifts off to sleep, his last thought is how glad he is that Cas is safe.
The smell of coffee wakes Dean in the morning, the angel's weight gone from his chest. He wakes with a start, jumping out of bed. He runs into the kitchen, the smell of coffee growing stronger. When he enters the kitchen, Cas is sitting at the table, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee. Before him sits a plate of fresh waffles, drizzled with maple syrup.
"Hello Dean."
The angels voice is deep, sending a shiver down Dean's spine.
"Hey Cas, how are you?"
"Good thanks. How are you?"
"Better, now that you're home."
Cas smiles, looking up a Dean with love in his eyes, "I've been remembering things, ever since I got here."
"Cas, what have you been remembering?"
"Just flashes. Moments–with you."
"Moments –what do you mean?"
"Things like," Cas hesitates, "kisses, and, uh, more."
The hunter's eyes darken as he steps toward Cas, "What kind of things?"
Cas's breathing hitches as Dean runs his hands down the other man's chest. Dean smiles, the kind of grin that sends a shiver down Cas's spine, down to other places that don't go unnoticed by Dean. He runs a hand over the other man's crotch, feeling Cas stiffen at his touch.
"Do you like that, baby?"
Cas rocks his hips into Dean hand, moaning a little.
"Please Dean," the angel begs.
"If you tell me what you want, then I'll do it for you."
"You–you had your lips on me-"
The angel is cut off when Dean drops to his knees, sliding Cas's pants and boxers down over the angel's hips. Dean puts his mouth over the tip of Cas's now hard cock, running his tongue over the slit.
"Like this?" the hunter asks, looking up into the angel's dark eyes.
"Yes. And more-"
Dean hollows out his cheeks, taking all of Cas into his mouth. The angel les out a moan, bucking his hips into the hunter's greedy mouth. Dean moans at the taste of his angel and Cas wraps his hands into Dean's too-short hair, moaning along with Dean. It only takes a few minutes for Cas to come, shooting spurts of thick, white liquid down Dean's throat. Dean licks his lips, running his hands over Cas's firm ass. He stands up, bringing his lips to the angel's in a heated kiss. At some point they make their way back to Dean's bedroom, falling onto the bed together.
"What else did you remember Cas?"
"This."
Cas rolls Dean over, running his hands under the other man's shirt. His fingers tweak Dean's nipples, causing him to moan. Cas slides Dean's shirt off, moving down to the hunter's pants. He slides them over Dean's hips, revealing a pair of forest green boxers. Cas lowers his mouth, pressing his lips over the boxers. Dean moans, pressing his hands into the angel's hair. Cas lifts his head, making Dean whimper at the loss of his mouth. He slides Dean's boxers off, taking Dean's erection into his mouth. Cas goes to work, sucking and licking at Dean's cock. Dean thrusts into the angel's mouth making the smaller man gag. When Dean comes, he collapses onto the bed, breathing hard.
The two lay together, both breathing heavily.
"Dean, we aren't just friends are we?"
"No, we aren't."
"Can you tell me, uh, how it happened?"
"Like this," Dean says, pulling the angel upright on the edge of the bed, "We had just gotten home from a hunt, and you were beat up pretty bad. Neither of us trusted you to get through the night, so I brought you to my room. I helped you change, but you were still pretty shaken up. You could find a comfortable way to lay, so we went to sleep like this," Dean pulls Cas down, holding the angel over his chest, "You kept waking up from the pain and from nightmares, so I was holding you pretty tight. After you woke up about a dozen times, I started doing this," Dean lays his lips on the angel's neck, kissing a trail down Cas's neck, "and you stopped waking up. We lay like that for hours, and finally you calmed down. When you woke up, you kissed me."
Cas rolls over, pressing his lips over Dean's, "Like this?"
"Exactly," Dean says, pulling his lips away from the angel's, "and then I did this."
Dean rolls Cas over, pressing their naked bodies together. He kisses every inch of the angel's soft skin, taking his time.
"I love you."
Cas's words fill the still air, making Dean hum in pleasure.
"I love you too."
Dean stretches out, pulling Cas to his chest. They lay together, the angel curled into the hunter's chest. The next morning, when Sam comes back to the hunter, he finds the two laying together, sound asleep.