Castiel watched Dean as he explained. That seemed weird, but if it made humans feel all happy and warm, it seemed like it was useful to them.

"And you want to feel nothing? You want to be numb?" Castiel asked as he gazed up at those hazel eyes that saw Hell.

"You shouldn't. Emotions are... What makes you humans so interesting."

To all contrary opinion, angels did have emotions; they just used them in some reduced form. And the entire emotional array was somewhat different.

Then Dean moved out from the sheets and toward him. He watched his movements as he reached for his tie telling his the correct term of the clothes. Castiel truly wondered when the language changed so much.

"Oh, my language skills are somewhat old." Castiel watched Dean's face as he was removing the tie. He looked tired and worn out, but still he had a certain glow to him. Even in Hell, he had a strong Light surrounding him. That's how he found him in the first place. And he was beautiful. All God's creations were, but Dean had a spark about him that even made him more beautiful.

Then Dean's fingers went for his shirt and Castiel could hear the button being released. The fingers slightly touched his skin and shivers ran down his spine. He watched with utmost fascination as he spoke about the vessel and Castiel just couldn't move his eyes from his face.

"I do appear to others too in this vessel. It is not a flesh suit, Dean. Have some respect."

This vessel deserved respect. He spoke and lowered his gaze to the hand print on Dean's shoulder. It was his. He put it there when he pulled him out. Dean spoke again about wanting to see him laugh.

"I did laugh. Once."

It was a small laugh. He wasn't even sure if it was a right laugh, but it was fitting and it somehow bubbled out before he even realized. And Dean was the one to make him laugh.

Castiel's eyes returned to the hand print and he reached out to touch it. His fingers ran over it lightly and he could feel the contours of it. And Dean's skin was warm and smooth around the scar. Castiel felt somewhat guilty for inflicting such pain to him, but also he was awed at how much this scar meant as a mark.

"Does it hurt?"

Dean was Surprised he sat there with his fingers still holding Castiel's collar when the guy not only smiled but he laughed. And it was beautiful and perfect, just the kind of laugh he should have expected from an angel.

"You should definitely do that more often dude you might even get the girls!"

He watched as Castiel's blue gaze travelled from his face down to his shoulder where the mark of Castiel's hand still blemished his flesh. Castiel put out his hand and when he touched Dean on the bare skin a shiver ran down his spine. Dean bit his lip and half closed his eyes making him have to look up at Castiel through his long lashes.

"NO it doesn't hurt. just reminds me of you."

Castiel still had his eyes on the mark when Dean said that he should laugh more often. Dean was right.

"I am still learning... adjusting to being in corporeal form."

For two thousand years he'd spent watching over the humans, but not coming near and making himself visible. And Castiel also wanted to protect them from his true form because it burned their eyes.

"Everything is so different... Physical."

He applied more pressure on the mark on Dean's shoulder feeling the flesh flexing beneath his fingers.

"You were the first human I touched in almost two thousand years."

And it made Dean all the more special to him. He watched as something flashed across Dean's face as he touched him. His eyes were half closed and he bit his lip. Castiel found himself staring at muddy green eyes, almost hidden by his long eyelashes.

"It reminds you of me? Is that a good thing?"

"Physical can be good" Dean frowned, cleared his throat and chuckled thinking about being the first person Castiel had touched in over 2000 years. it sent another tingle from Castiel's fingertips where the pressure Castiel was putting against Deans skin was increasing.

Yeah. Yeah it is good."

Dean could feel his skin flush at the touch of the angel at his shoulder and the tips of his fingers where he still had his hands clasped around the second button of Castiel's shirt. He hadn't moved since Castiel had touched his shoulder, something inside of him wanted to touch more of the angel. He looked at Castiel, The Angels deep blue eyes still filled with curiosity.

"What does it feel like to you? To be human?"

Castiel nodded. Physical can be indeed good. He missed touching, and feeling things through touch. He felt his heart skip a beat when Dean said that it was good that the mark reminded Dean of him. Castiel always had doubts about whether Dean liked him or not. When he chose to trust Anna and not him, it made Castiel feel bad. But it seems that he did like him. Dean's fingers grasped the second button and Castiel let out a small smile.

"Is it a custom to undress so slowly?":

He still smiled as he gazed at Dean, watching him and noticing how restless he suddenly seemed. Then Dean blurted out a question. A difficult question.

"I... It is different from my point of view. It is like you see the world with different eyes. Human eyes. But beautiful and magnificent." Castiel spoke with a sparkle in his eyes.

"It is not the enormity of what you humans feel, but it is still powerful. Feeling all these new sensations is quite an experience." Castiel breathed out as he could feel the vessel's response to the proximity of him and Dean.

"Feeling through touching is remarkable."

Castiel's eyes fixed on Dean's collarbone and he moved his fingers toward his shoulder to touch it. Bone met flesh and Castiel stared at how hard met soft and combined.

"See your getting good at this Cas. Your even telling jokes before you smile."

And wow Dean was being mesmerised by Cas' smile. Taking in the little creases around the corner of his mouth and his beautiful blue eyes.

Dean began unbuttoning the rest of Castiel's shirt, when he had started he was only going to undo the top two buttons and loosen the collar but then Castiel had mentioned about how experiencing things as a human was different. and when he had said 'Feeling through touching is remarkable' Castiel had ran his fingers along Dean's collar bone soft press of bone and glide of skin and there was fire and heat that the touch fuelled inside him.

He leaned closer to the angel and unclasped more of his buttons finding himself barely a foot from the smile that seemed to radiate more warmth into Dean's exposed skin. Dean licked his lips.

"So is there any human things you haven't done that you'd like to try?"

Castiel nodded at Dean.

"I am getting better at this, am I?"

It was more of a statement, than a question. His finger stayed at Dean's collarbone lightly touching it. His skin was flawless. Castiel knew that before, it had scars, but Dean was reborn and so was his skin.

Castiel felt as more buttons started to be released and he saw Dean leaning closer. Suddenly he was so close Castiel could feel his warm breath on his skin. Castiel watched mesmerized as his tongue came out to moist his lips. Castiel almost missed the question Dean asked.

"I have not done a lot. Actually I have not done anything human like. That is before I came here and you gave me that vial drink."

He looked a little behind Dean as he said it. He has never fully experienced all that a human form had to offer.

"What do you humans like the most? What do you like to do?"

He asked in a breathy voice, not quite sure as to why it was harder for him to breathe with Dean being so close.

Dean was looking down at his fingers and avoiding those soulful blue eyes that hung just inches from his own. He watched as each button slid free of the material and revealed more and more of the angel's chest. He didn't really know what he had been expecting to see maybe a little angelic Quato or something freaky. But he was far more impressed with what he did see. The angel's skin was smooth no scars marking where Bobby and he had attacked the guy and filled him with enough lead to die from poisoning.

As he moved from the third button to the fourth Dean, in what he hoped was a subtle way let his finger trace the line between Castiel's pectoral muscles. All it did was manage to fan the flames that were beginning to burn through his entire being. Plus it certainly looked like Cas worked out in his spare time.

"What do you humans like the most? What do you like to do?"

Dean laughed again coz well there really was only one physical thing Dean Winchester liked to do most with another human and he doubted that Castiel would be interested in that. Although there was certainly something about the way he had practically breathed the question.

Dean looked up and was instantly mesmerised by those cobalt blue eyes, the lips, and every detail of Castiel's face. He wondered if it was just him or some angelic mojo that made all angels so beautiful. Well maybe not Uriel but Dean figured they couldn't all be beautiful.

"There is one thing we could try?"

Castiel watched Dean and wondered what he was thinking. He could read his thoughts, but he valued Dean's privacy. And he figured Dean liked his privacy. Then Dean's eyes lowered down and he watched as he gazed at his torso. He wondered what was so fascinating then he recalled their first meeting. When both Bobby and Dean shot him.

"The vessel healed. While I am here, no harm can come to it."

Castiel answered as more of the buttons came loose. Dean laughed again and it was vibrant and deeper than before. Castiel watched as Dean's fingers traced slightly across his Pecs and he shivered again. The warmth spread across his body from the spot which Dean touched. It seemed different from the usual warmth. He breathed out as Dean raised his head and looked at him. His pupils were slightly dilated so it made his eyes seem darker, but they were sparkly.

Castiel had a difficult time concentrating on the words that came from between Dean's lips.

"What is that?" He asked, returning his eyes to Dean's.

Dean wasn't exactly sure what he was suggesting they could try. Didn't even know what he was doing until he was doing it. There was just something about the man before him, the Angel; his Angel. the warmth of his touch still against his shoulder and all Dean knew was that he wanted more. Dean licked his lips.

"Close your eyes."

Dean's voice came out raspy like it was sticking to the roof of his mouth as he spoke. He closed his own eyes and leaned forward the last three inches to Castiel's lips. They were certainly a lot softer than he had been expecting.

Dean parted his lips and his tongue slid along the line between Castiel's lips seeking entrance. Twisting His fingers in the material of the Angels shirt Dean pulled Castiel closer.

Castiel watched waiting for Dean to suggest something when Dean licked his lips again. The command to close his eyes was unexpected and at first Castiel didn't obey. Then Dean's eyes closed and he leaned forward. Castiel wasn't sure what to expect, but when Dean's lips came in to contact with his, he almost gasped. His eyes went wide as the soft lips moved against his.

Castiel had seen humans kiss, but the practical part of it was lost on him. He figured he should respond and move. So he did. He closed his eyes and mimicked the movements of the soft lips against his. Then Dean's tongue licked against his lips and pushed slightly, demanding entrance. Castiel gasped and parted his lips as Dean pulled him closer.

The electricity was both mind numbing and breathtaking. He could feel and hear his heart beating wildly. His fingers grabbed Dean's shoulder to find some stability.

So Angels tasted like candy. Made sense if you thought about it but Dean wasn't thinking about it at all. If he'd thought about it he would have stopped. So he just didn't think about it because he didn't want to stop.

as Dean moved his mouth over Castiel's he could feel the rasp of stubble brush against his skin and he could feel it send sparks of electricity flying of into the room and shower his skin.

.

Dean felt Castiel gasp as he parted his lips. Dean gently slid his tongue inside Castiel's mouth the candy taste getting stronger. Dean slid his tongue over the top of Castiel's and then sucked at it. A small moan escaping his lips he did so.

He could feel Castiel's fingers pressed into his shoulder and the air felt charged with electricity. His heart was pounding against his ribcage. Dean didn't know how long he kissed the Angel for but as he pulled himself from Castiel's lips, a smile crossing his own reddened lips. Dean knew he wanted to do that again.

Castiel wasn't sure if he even was doing this correctly, but somehow he didn't care. The slide of Dean's lips against his and the way his tongue caressed his mouth was making him slightly light headed. It was electrifying and out of this world. Dean tasted sweet, he thought. He didn't know to what taste he can compare it, but he liked it.

Castiel gasped again as Dean's tongue sucked on his and as a moan broke out of Dean. It vibrated against his mouth and he could feel it vibrate across his body, spreading the warmth as it went. He could feel Dean's heart as it picked up speed and how his lips applied more pressure, starting to be more demanding and Castiel responded. Then it was suddenly all over. Dean moved away and Castiel let out a small moan as the hunter left his space.

His eyes snapped open and noticed Dean watching him with a smile. Castiel's eyes fell to his lips and he noticed how his lips were red and slightly swollen. Castiel's free hand went to his own lips and he touched them. They were sensitive to the touch. This was...

"Remarkable." He spoke with raspy and deep voice as he fought for breath