Okay so this is part two of the evolving relationship hopefully leading up to a hot end scene in the next chapter or two! Let me know if you enjoy it
Castiel did not like the fact that he was all but human now. Everyday it seemed like his body was turning against him a little more. He had really started to regret the day after a skirmish, when he knew that his battered body would keep him horizontal for a day or two and crave far too many aspirin before he could even think about lifting a gun again. It wasn't just his body either. The vessels emotions that were relatively easy to cast aside when infused with the power of heaven were becoming Cas' own, his dreams a whirldwind of images of violent death, confusion, terror and searing agony. But he understood something of what Anna had said. There was a cacophony of emotions that led to long periods of time where Castiel would really enjoy the sensations that his vessel,sorry his body could afford him. Red meat, hot water, the girls washing his hair, these were all things that brought his body undeniable pleasure. The most potent of which he experienced when he spent time with Dean. Of the few vestiges that remained of that being that he had been before, such as his ability to sense things about people, he reasoned that Deans prescence resonated so greatly with him because their profound bond remained. It made him uncharacteristically happy and was his favourite aspect about being human. Until Dean, being Dean Winchester had to go poke at it and make him feel…. uncomfortable.
It wasn't just the kiss that changed the chemistry between himself and the hunter, although he knew that he was not supposed to act like that with his friend, but it had been Dean who initiated it and Dean always had a good reason for his actions. Since that day in the garage the way that Dean behaved around him had changed. Not so much that anyone else took notice, but their relationship was the only one that Cas had been truly comfortable with, and now, the thought of being alone with Dean in the way he used to be left him hot and aching for something he didn't understand and didn't want to. Sometimes these thoughts, feelings, made Castiel just feel stupid. Those long stares and warm smiles from across the room were just an element of their relationship that had seemed so natural before but now they caused his face to heat and his insides to flutter. He had never considered the glint in Dean's eyes before. Then there were the touches, soft brushes of the arm, a rub of the shoulders, all lightening quick as if they were to be done in secret. They excited Castiel and made him aware of this, this.. .lust that he had begun to associate with the presence of the hunter. When he asked the girls if they had noticed it one night over a bottle of tequila they clarified the situation for him. " He likes you Cas, he's flirting."" But I do not understand, why is he flirting with me, what is it's purpose?" "Well Cas I'd say those feelings your having for him? I'd say their reciprocated." Castiel looked at them puzzled. " Lust Castiel? Fornication? God, it was bound to happen I mean you spend enough time together, you've been through a lot. That stuff brings people closer." Cas pondered this the likelihood of this and found it pleased him. He knew it was wrong.
These feelings came to a head one crisp spring afternoon when the patrol was sent in pairs around the perimeter of Camp Chitaqua in order to clear out any Croats lurking in the vicinity. They did this everyday and it was very rare when any of them met some action. Dean had quickly called Castiel to be his partner for that day, and they had been wandering aimlessly through the thick of the brush before either of them spoke. Dean for his part had been enjoying Phase 2 of "The Plan" i.e. give Cas a heads up on his intentions. He delighted in the way everytime he touched the angel he jolted as if from a burn, and even if Castiel was not aware his eyes bored into Dean everytime he made a sexual comment. The last week or so had been the best days that Dean could recall in a long time and he believed that when Cas came around to the idea of them as a thing, he would likely agree. All the apprehension would make the end product seem all the better. They came upon a low wall in the Brush and Dean pulled himself to the top before reaching his hand back and pulling Cas up with him. Cas started in the way he usually did whenever they came into contact, and it made Dean smile. " Don't worry Cas, I'll look after your ass,"he smiled as the angel whirled around feigning a need to scope the area to cover up his jump. The comment earned Dean a reproachful look from Castiel. " Hey, now you filled that one with innuendo yourself," the hunter laughed.
Castiel felt the anger start in the pit of his stomach and worked its way up to his head, fists tightening and teeth clenching. "Stop it Dean!," he shouted at his wits end. " I know what you are doing, and I do not reciprocate your intentions so can you please stop with all this nonsense." Rant overwith and anger spent, Cas felt a familiar feeling flooding his veins. The adrenaline mingled with relief, mingled with doubt as he watched Dean cross his arms over his chest and stare him in the eyes. Humour glinted there. "And what is it that I am doing Cas, what are these intention that you do not reciprocate? " ha said mirroring Cas's voice. Cas huffed out a sigh and started pacing. "You know what I am talking about the Dean, the kiss signifies that you wish to fornicate, and I am incapable fulfilling such notions." " O really Cas, why?" Cas stopped pacing and stared at the hunter. " I am aware that as far as you are concerned lust, fornication is a part of your existence but it is not a part of mine and never will be. As an angel of the lo-" " Wait Cas, are you listening to yourself? Do you honestly believe the angels will care what you do with your own body? Hell, they don't care what we do with the planet anymore," Dean knew he sounded angry rather then bewildered but his feelings sometimes became confused and reached for the one that came easiest to him. Cas sighed and stared at the ground, "Yes Dean I am aware that the angels have abandoned us and it is not their opinion that I am worried about. If I say yes to this- " " Take it from someone who knows Cas, don't say something now that you are going to regret later on. I am so sick of making, the right choice, the good choice, the choice that is to be expected of me, only for everything to go into the toilet. I don't even know what the right choices are anymore. But you know what I do know?" He stared Cas in the face until he met his eyes with his own. " The world is ending, and were fighting it, but I don't know how long more we can keep going. So I would like to have something real and important to go on living for, because right now. Well there's just nothing here for me Cas." His voice broke on the last word and the angel saw the truth of it in his eyes.
"You really want me?" The angel's voice was puzzled and full of stunned pleasure that shocked Dean. He dropped his arms to his sides and looked the angel straight in the face, his smile slow and devastating. "I've been thinking about it," he conceded wanting to keep the moment light and return to playful, where he was most comfortable. Something was released inside Cas, a valve that he didn't even realise was there and filled him with relief and release and pleasure. Dean opened his mouth to speak again to break the silence when the angel cleared his throat and choked out huskily " I have a terrible need for you." Dean's body relaxed,apprehension melted away to pleasure and he smiled at the angel. " Well, don't be coy now Cas why don't you come on over here and ah, show me what you mean." " I, I can't Dean, im not sure what I-" Cas looked away anywhere but at Dean and the hunter had never felt more stupid. Of course he was paranoid and nervous and had no idea what he was supposed to do. He was a frickin angel for Christ sake you ass. "Ahh, Sure you are Cas, you've seen me do it hundreds of times, hell I've done it to you, just ah," a lightbulb went off in Dean's head, "Just do what comes natural." " This does not come natural to me Dean I am not good at- activities involving moral depravity" he stopped.
Dean huffed out a breath as the frustration built up within his system. He took a breath and swallowed it reminding himself the need to be gentle. " Ah, okay, but its just because your thinking about it too much, just focus on the part of you that needs. What does it need Cas, what would it like to do. Show me, just take your time, and show me." Cas licked his lips and Dean nodded as the angel moved slowly towards him. Castiel felt his breath clog and he had to release it carefully as he came within touching distance of the hunter. His pulse leaped and his mouth when dry as nerves danced along his skin. With his arms at his sides mirroring Deans he leaned in tiliting his head slightly to give him the room to brush his lips across Dean's. A spear of lust ran down through Dean's body and his pulse began to race. Castiel watched fascinated as Dean's eyes stayed open and they watched each other, Dean pupils dilating to hide the green of his eyes with that first brush. Fascinating. Experimenting he grazed his teeth lightly over his bottom lip and heard Dean's purr of pleasure in his throat. He felt those familiar liquid pulls somewhere below his bellybutton as he moved his mouth to cover Deans completely, running his tongue along their intersection. When Dean involuntarily opened his mouth Cas backed away stunned, his eyes as clouded as Dean's. " Why don't you do that again." Dean's voice was husky and invited Cas to do just that. He lifted his hands to his face holding him as he brushed his lips left and right over his lips eyes still open. When he stopped and re-covered dean's mouth, it gave him a little thrill to see Dean close his eyes, to feel his breath quicken to match his own. He allowed his tongue to slip into the man's mouth repeating the moves Dean had used on his. Dean gulped the taste of him like whiskey, feeling the sharp burn all the way down to his lungs, but instead of the warm fire that it usually lodged in his belly he was left with a sick need. His arms circled around Cas pulling him flush against him as Cas' hands streaked up to fist in his hair. He was devouring the hunters mouth now not even breaking away to allow them to come up for air. The need was filling him and he plastered himself to the hunter unable to make contact enough to satisfy him. When he finally broke away it was as if he had been burned, and the loss of the heat left Dean freezing. He almost doubled over with need, breaths coming hard and fast as Cas just stood staring at him with the lust he was feeling reflected in the angel's eyes. "Jesus Cas, you'r e trying to kill me." He stood and reached for the angel as he backed away. "What's the matter Cas?"" It's, it's too much Dean,it's too, I'm not ready for-" Cas gasped out the words shaking. "Whoa, whoa whoa, Cas take it easy your going to take a heart attack," he pushed Cas' head down and rubbed his back because he looked like he was in the early stages of a panic attack. Dean smiled at him," it's cool yunno, I'm new at this too, we'll just..take it easy or whatever." When Cas showed no sign of calming down Dean resigned himself. "Come on let's head back to camp, we'll ah get you a burger or something and a drink and you can just, I dunno relax or do whatever you do for the evening." Cas straightened up the relief evident on his face " I would really like that Dean" he said sounding more like himself then he had all day. Relief flooded through the hunter as he patted the angel on the back and moved him along through the bush, their embrace mirroring the old Dean and Cas. Before the apocalypse and all of it's unnecessary crap. When things were easy and they were just, friends.
