Chapter Two

AN - no offense to the wincest shippers!

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Dean stared up at the ceiling in the master bedroom at Bobby's old place. Bobby was still around, like all the time, but since he never had to sleep Dean claimed the room. Claimed? He had smacked Samantha down the hall in a rush to be first. Sam had screamed that he needed a longer bed. True, but Dean got there first.

When Sam followed him in and started to pull him off the bed…

Dean snorted. Oh good times. Only his brother could act like such a girly prude.

"DEAN!" Sam had shrieked when Dean started unbuttoning his fly.

"What? I'm in my room, and you didn't knock. Go away Sam, unless you want to watch?" It was a safe bet Sam wouldn't call him on this. The few times Sam had walked in on Dean's private moments had scarred the poor flower.

"Damn it Dean, get out of the – GET YOUR HAND OUT OF YOUR PANTS!" Sam was beet red. Ha! This was too easy.

"Oh yeah baby," Dean let out the raunchiest porn sound track moan he could manage. That was all it took. Sam slammed the door and stomped down the hall. Stomped like a 13 year old girl being told she can't wear the dress she wants.

Dean had pulled his hand out of his pants and snickered. He had only pulled this trick twice before and so far he had never even had to do more than put his hand between his jeans and boxers for Sam to walk away. Never had to? No, more like couldn't with Sam standing there. Yeah, because it's hot to jack off while your brother is in the room? Not. But it was an awesome way to win an argument.

Twisting his neck to help ease the tension, Dean frowned. Torturing his brother aside, there was a complication that was on his mind constantly. Now that the whole world wasn't in danger of falling into a raging Hell fire, being overrun by dick angels, or simply ending in a big bang, Dean had time to simply think. Yes, Dean could think. He might not be up to Sam or Kevin's level of thinking, but he wasn't unaware or simple. What did he think about?

Castiel.

Castiel started as a pain in the ass with his deep flat voice, annoying head tilt, and refusal to understand anything. Everything that annoyed Dean about that angel… Well, that was in the past. Castiel raised him, held his soul, and brought him back.

Profound bond. God, that was a bitch. In the beginning, Dean had wanted to ask what the hell that even meant, but he knew. He could feel Cas when he came close. They never spoke about exactly what Cas had done to save him, but Dean could feel it. He had Cas in him. Surrounding him, holding him, keeping him. Damn chick flick crap.

Which lead back to Dean's complication. Dean was happy. Some complication, huh? But this wasn't happy like a good wax job on Baby, or a huge juicy cheeseburger with crisp bacon or even a good fuck in crappy motel. This was happy to see Cas, thrilled when the beat of wings announced his arrival, and maybe he could even admit to a skipped heartbeat when Cas said his name while standing so close behind him to get his attention.

That sounded so girly, but he couldn't ignore this any longer. It wasn't a sexual thing - his dick never twitched around Cas like it did around the hotties at whatever random bar he trolled in. But he knew he felt differently about the angel now.

He would kill for Cas, but he had killed for complete strangers. So that wasn't exactly special.

He would die for Cas, but since he seemed to die every few years anyway, that didn't exactly scream out as earth shattering.

He would give his soul for Cas – see above.

Dean stretched his arms above his head with a deep sigh. So what was it? What had his head squirming?

Fucking Sam and his big stupid mouth.

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Cas appeared behind him with a soft winged sound.

"Hey man!" Dean said turning to face Cas.

"Dean." There was that heart skip as per usual, and he felt a smile pull at his lips.

Their eyed locked, and Dean felt himself lean into the heat coming from his angel. It was becoming more common. The heat given off from Cas made him feel whole. It was most likely something weird about that whole raising him thing, but since that was just too gushy to talk about it was never brought up.

"Get a room," Sam interrupted. "Fucking an Angel of the Lord with your eyes is going to send you back to Hell Dean – unless you put a ring on it." Jerk had snorted loudly, ruining the moment, and Cas had pulled back, taking his warmth with him.

"We aren't – You. Shut the hell up bitch!" Smooth reply, Dean thought to himself.

"Yeah, that's right, man. It's not just a river in Egypt."

"What river in Egypt? I do not understand this reference," Cas looked at Dean again, "Is this another movie I should watch?"

"Movie Date Night!" Sam managed to get out between his belly laughs.

"Yes, that sounds nice," Cas said while standing right behind Dean. He could feel that warmth again.

"Yeah, whatever," Dean turned his back on his brother. Douchbag. Besides, sitting next to his personal heater for a couple of hours sounded nice.

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It had been nice. And that's why an hour after the movie ended Dean was up here with his thoughts all twisted. Damn it!

The last time Dean had felt like this was when he fell in love with Carri in high school. She had been his first kiss. His first blow job too. Good times. Damn, THAT made his dick twitch. Very good times.

So he loved Cas? Yeah, that sort of fit. But he wasn't feeling the tingles downstairs. So, loved him like a brother? That didn't fit exactly. Could you love somebody without wanting to throw them against the nearest hard surface and make the beast with two backs?

Wait, could he even throw Cas anywhere?

That was an interesting thought.

Dean and Cas were about the same height. While Dean was more muscled, Cas was strong. Really freaky angel strong. So maybe it wouldn't be Cas getting thrown against the wall but Dean.

Dean would be thrown against the wall with Cas following, taking his wrists and holding them just at shoulder level. Unmoving, solid. And when Dean tried to twist out, Cas would use his hips to pin Dean firmly to the wall. A breath against his cheek, blue eyes closing while his head tips back exposing a pale throat.

Of course Dean would have to lean in and nip at that neck. No way was he going to be passive. Cas would moan low in his throat at the first touch of lips against his virgin skin. Never been touched, new to everything and completely at Dean's not so tender mercy.

A shudder would run through the angel's body and those eyes would snap open. Lips would crash together, tongues would battle, and hips would grind together. God the pressure and friction would be so amazing.

Fighting against Cas's restraints, Dean would murmur a low plea for freedom. The angel would let go, moving his hands to thread through Dean's hair. Moving his head to a better position and pulling hair just enough to cause heat jump along skin while teeth nibble and lips sooth. Dean loved having his hair pulled like that.

The taste of Cas would drive Dean into a frenzy. Reaching down and grabbing Cas's tight ass, they would grind against each other. Hardness against a matching hardness. How big would…

Dean's eyes snapped open when his release came, coating his stomach. Hips slowly sinking back down into the mattress, he hadn't even realized he had started jacking off.

"God, Cas…," Well, that answered that. There were plenty of tingles.

Holy Shit.

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