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A Dean/Castiel fic.
Chapter Two.
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Disclaimer: See Ch. 1
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far! Here's chapter two!
I hope you guy like it, I know I'll love writing it! (I'm happy I haven't got a bunch of raging religious homophobes reviewing that this is sinful and whatnot).
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
It was almost a week before Dean saw Castiel again. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting Cas to do, or how he thought the angel would act, but he needn't have worried about it. Castiel. seemed content to act as though nothing had happened, and didn't say anything to him about it.
He was monumentally grateful for that. All the times he'd joked that Sammy was gay ... his younger brother would have never let him live it down.
After Castiel had informed them of the latest seal that was targeted to be broken, and was about to leave, Dean held him back and asked him to talk outside. Sam threw him a confused/curious look, but Dean ignored him.
Once they were outside and Dean had closed the door, he turned to find Castiel standing less than a few inches away.
"Is there a reason you did not wish to speak in front of Sam?"
"Uh, yes," Dean answered, disconcerted by the fact that he could feel the angel's breath on his face.
"What do you wish to discuss?" Castiel inquired.
Dean shifted nervously, stuffing his hands into his denim pockets. "Look, about what happened before ..."
Castiel tilted his head in confusion as Dean trailed off. "I was under the impression that we had already sorted that out. I am unappealing to you in that regard."
Dean shook his head. "No, it's not that, it's just -"
"Then you do feel the same, but for some reason choose not to act on it?" he concluded.
Dean sighed. "No, it's not that either." He was 80 percent sure that that was the truth.
"I am confused," Castiel admitted.
Dean looked behind him at the closed motel room door, then back at Castiel. He registered once more how close they were, but surprisingly didn't ask the angel to back up a few steps.
"It's just ... guys don't usually kiss guys," he stated with a wince. "Not in my family, anyway."
"So, the problem is my gender?" Castiel asked, growing more confused by the minute.
"It's not a problem, Cas. It's just ... I ... now I'm confused," Dean commented.
Castiel stepped even closer to Dean, causing the human to gulp.
"What are you doing?" Dean wondered.
"I don't understand why it's a problem," Castiel told him. "I've seen your soul, Dean. You are not a ... homophobe. You have a great capacity for love within you. And I know that my physical form does not repulse you," he added, gesturing to Dean's pants, and sure enough, Dean felt the slightest of pulls beneath his belt. "So what is the problem?"
Dean's eyes widened as he realized that his body was heating up, his heart rate was increasing, and in the cool air he could see his breath coming in quick pants. They were breathing the same air, and Dean found the idea of that strangely appealing.
Before he could speak another word, Castiel pressed himself against Dean, covering his mouth with his own.
This time Dean had a lot more warning, but still he did not push Castiel off. His hands clenched and unclenched in his pockets, and then slowly slid out to grasp the open sides of Castiel's trench-coat, pulling him even closer.
He responded to the kiss easier than he'd anticipated, discovering quickly that Castiel was a good kisser ... a damn good kisser.
A thousand thoughts were rushing through his head, ranging from "wow, this is amazing", to "you're frickin' kissing a dude!". He pushed them all away and sunk into the arms of the angel, slowly grinding his hips against him.
Castiel gasped into his mouth, and Dean took the opportunity to plunder his way in, tasting everything he had to offer. Dean Jr was getting into as well, and Dean had to pull back to steady himself.
"This is wrong on so many levels," he breathed out against Castiel's neck.
"It doesn't have to be," Castiel replied, gripping Dean's shoulders ... the base of his palm connecting with the brand he'd given Dean coming out of hell, causing the eldest Winchester to shiver.
Dean chuckled. "You know, maybe it's because all Hell is breaking loose, but this is actually less upsetting than I thought it would be."
Castiel eyed him. "And that's a good thing?"
Dean nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, Cas. It's a good thing."
Two and half years later ...
They had done it. They had defeated the devil, they'd stopped the apocalypse, and they hadn't even died in the process. If Castiel hadn't been with them every step of the way, Dean wasn't sure they could have done it.
Bobby got his legs back, and Gabriel - after coming around and helping them end the fight - had brought Ellen and Jo back. According to him, he'd had to pull some serious strings, and he wouldn't guarantee their safety now that they were back. But it had been his gift to them for ending the battle before it could destroy his family all over again.
All-in-all, Dean's life was pretty frickin' awesome. He'd been convinced that he would die fighting against the devil and his demons. He'd almost welcomed it for a while, but now that it was all over, he found himself actually enjoying himself.
There were still monsters out there, and even a hundred or so demons that hadn't been sent back to hell ... and Dean was actually looking forward to hunting them down and sending them all back to hell. He wasn't exactly a 9 to 5 day job kind of guy ... hunting was his life. Sam went back to school, and Dean was happy for him.
Castiel had been given the option to remain on Earth to care for his charges, or return to heaven and be rewarded for his part in ending the apocalypse. To Dean's supreme surprise and pleasure, he'd chosen to remain on Earth. He'd chosen him over everything, and Dean was trying to find a way to thank him.
The idea came to him one night while he was tuning up his baby. Castiel was out volunteering at one of his many volunteer places, so Dean took the time to spruce up the motel they were currently staying in. Really, there wasn't a lot that could be done, but he tidied up and pulled the covers off one of the beds in the room, quickly showering.
Castiel arrived "home" as Dean was stepping out of the shower, a towel slung over his waist. The angel paused at the sight, marveling at Dean's graceful beauty.
"Hello," Castiel greeted, trying not to stare, but failing miserably.
"Hey, Cas," Dean replied, grinning widely. "I'm glad you're back."
Castiel nodded. "I am also pleased to be here."
Dean stalked towards him with that smirk on his face, and Castiel resisted the urge to delve into his mind to discover what he was thinking about.
"Is there any particular reason for you being happy to see me?" Castiel wondered.
Dean nodded, not saying a word as he came to a stop in front of him and carefully slid the trench-coat off his shoulders. Castiel's eyes took in his movements, but he didn't say a word.
Next Dean removed the suit jacket from Castiel's body, his long and sturdy fingers moving next to his tie and loosening it.
Realization filled Castiel's eyes. "Oh."
Dean contained most of his smile. "Yep."
The angel had never moved so fast in his life. Never. In less than five seconds he had his clothing and Dean's towel removed, and they were sprawled out against the mattress, rolling together in a heated frenzy of happiness and passion.
The end.
Yeah ... I thought about right a slightly more descriptive sex scene ... but I'm easing my way into it. I'd love write them "being together", but I want to do the pairing justice, don't want it looking like cheesy porn.
Hope you guys liked it!
I'm working on another story about how exactly Castiel brought Dean out of hell. It should be done soon!
Reviews are appreciated, positive or negative.
Until next time ...!
