Swimming Home

A/N: I'm doing this for a wonderful reviewer, Chrisinele-hime! I love making my readers happy, so here ya go! And also, thanks to my wonderful beta, nimthriel! You two ladies are precious!

Setting: Two weeks after the California trip. This time, they are in Flagstaff, Arizona, and Cas drove.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

~D*C~

Dean's POV

"You okay?"

"Yeah, Cas, I am. I'm just…taking it all in."

I can't help the smile tugging at my lips, nor can I stop the warming in my heart.

To say that I'm impressed would be the understatement of a lifetime. I'm completely fucking awed is what I am.

"I wasn't really sure, so…" he tapers off, nervously shuffling his feet and looking in every direction but towards me. It's really kinda cute, but I won't tell him that. The poor guy might freak.

"You know me better than you think, Cas. I've always wanted to come here. Route 66 has quite the history, you know," I mutter offhandedly as I continue to look around.

We're currently standing outside of our hotel, Cas waiting patiently as I let my inner child loose and absorb everything around me. It's been about two weeks since our last 'outing' together, and things have changed a bit between us. I've had a thing for the guy since we first ran into one another in the library. I've always been rather open with my sexuality, so my attraction to him didn't faze me in the least bit. I'm not really sure about him, though.

I usually go after what I want, throwing caution to the wind and not giving a thorough fuck. With Cas, however, I can't seem to do that. He is a calm, serious, and surprisingly innocent guy, which makes going after him that much harder. He doesn't know about anything outside of the news and print. If you ask him anything scholarly, he can tell you all that you need to know. Ask him about masturbation…and you'll probably end up punched in the throat…

I've seen the shit happen. It ain't pretty.

Back to Cas, though. I want him. Mentally, physically, and emotionally, I want him. There's just something about him that calls to me. As cliché as it sounds, it's almost like we're destined to be together or some romantic bullshit like that. I don't do chick-flick moments, but Cas makes me all sentimental. Damn him…

"Dean?"

"Yeah, babe?"

He promptly frowns at me, cocking his head to the side. I just shrug it off and head inside. It's not the first time it's happened, and it certainly won't be the last, if I have my way, of course.

The hotel sits right off the highway, which makes me extremely happy. I'm a wayward spirit, so this shit is fucking awesome to me. Cas really does know me, which also makes me happy as shit.

"Hey guys! How's it going? Welcome to Flagstaff!" chirps the girl behind the counter. She's kinda hot, but doesn't do anything for me. The star of my masturbatory dreams is standing right beside me.

"Reservation for Novak-Winchester?" I blush unbidden at the last part of his statement. Hearing our names together like that turns me on. I could see us married, our names hyphenated. Once again, I don't normally think like this, but he has turned my shit upside down and inside out.

Cas steps up to the counter and starts filling out the necessary paperwork while I just continue to look around. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the clerk looking between the two of us with a small smile on her face.

Cute.

"Here you are. I take it all arrangements have been taken care of?" Cas asks all businesslike. It's kind of hot.

"Yes sir. Y'all have fun," she says with a wink. Cas simply turns to walk off, but I still see the blush blossoming on his face. I am definitely tipping her.

We wordlessly make our way to the room, Cas obviously lost in thought. I remember him asking her about some arrangements of some sort. I can't help but be curious as to what he has planned. My dick grows hard as I think of the many possibilities.

I am definitely not averse to being naked with Cas.

When we come to the door, Cas stops and turns to look at me. The intensity with which he locks his eyes with mine sends shivers down my spine. I want to take him right here and now, but I refrain from doing so. Fucking good heart of mine…

"What is it, Cas?"

"I…um…whatever. Just go in!" he huffs, throwing his hands in the air. He gets his feathers ruffled so easily.

I take the key and open the door. When I step in, I don't even try to stop the smile that splits my face in two.

"Cas, you rascal!" I say between chuckles.

The room is set up with different rock memorabilia and CDs as well as several cases of beer. By the TV is set stacks of Dr. Sexy M.D. DVDs. An apple pie is set right in the middle of the dining table with boxes of apple turnovers placed around it.

"I figured since we'd be here a couple of days, I might as well keep us stocked," he mumbles close behind me.

I can't find any words to quite tell him how I feel, so I simply turn around and engulf him in a hug. I love this guy, and there's no denying it. I'll tell him one day, but I want to be sure that he feels the same. With this setup, I'm beginning to think that he just might feel the same way.

I have to seriously fight the urge to kiss him because it's very strong right about now. Even though I think he'd want to welcome it, I'd probably end up in the hospital or some shit if I did! Oh well…

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's get this party started!"

~D*C~

I roll over, yawning as I stretch my tired muscles. I don't know what time it is or when I went to sleep, but oh well. I move to sit up, and damn near jump out of my skin when I notice Cas sitting at the end of the bed.

"Cas? You okay there, bud? You just scared the fucking shit out of me!" He doesn't say anything, which sets all of my senses on high alert.

"Ca…" I begin, but am silenced by lips on mine. I damn near shit a brick when I realize that it's Cas' lips.

My eyes close of their own volition, as my hands grasp desperately at the man before me. Our bodies fit together perfectly.

"I want you, Dean. I know that you want me," he whispers against my lips. I want to be surprised, but I can't say that I am. Cas has always been attentive, so I'm sure he's noticed my stares and whatnot. I just never pegged him for someone who'd do this.

"Are you sure?" I ask slowly…cautiously.

He doesn't say anything back, choosing to kiss me again instead.

Under any other circumstances, I would have just let whatever the hell this is happen, but I can feel that something is wrong. Other than the pounding in the back of my head, something just feels…off.

"Cas…" I state flatly while pushing him off of me. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes.

"Do you not want me?"

I frown at him, the pressure behind my eyes growing with each second. Yeah, something is definitely wrong.

"What's going on? Seriously. Am I dreaming?" He looks at me solemnly before a slow smile starts to blossom on his beautiful features.

"Yeah." I smirk through the pain.

"Figures." He shakes his head before leaning in for one last kiss.

"Rest, Dean."

"Aye aye, captain."

Soon enough, everything goes black.

~D*C~

Castiel's POV

I stare at the sleeping man before me, anxiously wringing the sheets with sweaty hands.

He had woken up for just a moment to ask me if he was dreaming. Leave it to Dean to figure things out in his own head so quickly.

"I wonder what you will say about that kiss. Maybe you will think that part of the dream as well?"

I shake my head at myself. I must sound so stupid talking to myself.

"Cas?"

I whip my head around to look at him, tears forming in my eyes at the sound of his voice.

"Dean…" I whisper softly…cautiously…

"What the lovely fuck happened?" he asks calmly. I cannot help but chuckle at him.

"What did not happen…" I mumble to myself.

"What was that?"

I sigh, knowing that I'm either about to get laughed at or cursed out, presumably the former.

"It is my fault. We still have all of the stuff I bought, though. Well, take that back. I will have to buy another apple pie…" I zone off until I feel something hit me in the face. I look at Dean who just so happens to be missing his pillow. Asshat.

"Get to the point!" That damn smirk is gonna be the death of him one day.

"I tripped you. It was an accident, I promise! I went to…um…hug you, but you did not realize it. You were moving away and our legs got tangled and…"

"Holy shit! Am I in the damn hospital?"

I blush furiously.

"Yeah. You fell backwards, your head catching both the table and a chair on the way down," I mutter quietly. He just hangs his head.

"Damn. And the pie?"

I want to punch him in the face. Seriously?! You are worried about a fucking pie?!

"It slid off when the table fell over on you. Sadly, it did not fall quite normally. It fell sideways, the pan catching you in the forehead. Added to the damage," I offer shrugging.

"We just can't seem to get this right, can we?" he asks.

"No," I say.

We smile at one another. I really want to tell him the real reason he fell, but I already feel bad enough. I think it is better that he does not remember, though. How do you tell the guy you are kind of in love with that he went to kiss me, but I freaked out and shoved him away, landing him in the hospital? I just can't. It would hurt him, and I have already done more than enough.

"One day, Dean, one day."

~D*C~

Poor Cas! He has it bad! So does Dean, though. Think they'll get it together? Maybe ^-^ Review please!