The next morning was spent tracking down several scared and remorseful friends to confirm what they'd already figured out about poor Georgia Morgan. Riding high on life and several conflicting drugs, she'd been partying it up.. until she suddenly wasn't. Her buddies had dumped her on a stretch of highway when someone realized she was cold. With a trip to her parents, they found her grave by early evening.

"Hallelujah!" Dean yells as he tosses his leather jacket over the gravestone of the late Miss Morgan.

Sam and him shovel dirt until they hit their target. Dean was seriously getting a hard-on pouring salt over the bones. He bites his cheek and thinks of old ladies in bikinis all the while Sam squeezes lighter fluid into the open casket.

It goes up in a whoosh of heat and an angry screech.

"Hey you wanna go get a beer? If we ever deserved one, it's today." Sam says as they fill in the pit.

"Nope. Got plans. I'll drop you off."

"Sure? You can invite Cas out for-"

"He's gonna be busy." Dean can't help smirking with anticipation.

"Ugh, well try to contain the fireworks to your room. I didn't buy any extra lightbulbs since he hasn't been around lately."

They pull up outside the bar and he all but pushes Sam out of the car. He's driving off and barely hears his brother's, "Ok, well bye then?" He leaves his annoyed bitch-face in the dust.

By the time Dean turns the corner he's already talking aloud, voice gruff. "Cas!" Waiting only a few seconds.. "Ground control to Major Tom. I know you can hear me. Get your hot feathery ass down here, now."

He turns and sees Cas frowning thoughtfully at the windshield.

"I don't believe I've seen that movie. Who is Major Tom?"

"Don't worry about it.. So the ghost is eighty-sixed."

"I'm glad you and your brother were successful."

Dean grits his teeth. "Yeah, so the case is solved."

Cas nods, noncommittally.

"Well?" He bites out with impatience.

"Yes, Dean?"

Cas is seriously going to play fucking coy when he's wound so tight he wants to scream.

"You don't have anything to say to me?" Cas raises his eyebrows. "Maybe you remember what you told me.. oh like two fucking weeks ago?!"

He looks confused for a moment, brow furrowing. "Oh, you are referring to when I had you interview witnesses with my bodily fluids underneath your clothing?"

Dean has to fight not to close his eyes and keep staring at the road but only by willpower alone.

"I've been a freakin' saint, despite you torturing me like an ass by the way. I haven't laid a finger south of the border for over a week and a half."

Cas turns towards him now. "Yes I remember now." He slowly moves to crowd against his side, nuzzling his neck. His hand slides under Dean's open leather jacket to rub over his stomach.

Dean shivers and breathes out shakily.. hands white knuckling on the steering wheel.

In his ear, Cas says, "I seem to recall you attempting to make me jealous and in doing so, earning yourself chastisement." He pushes his hand underneath Dean's tshirt to scratch lightly at the skin there. "Tell me.. Was it worth it?"

"I don't know, yet." Gasps when Cas bites down between his shoulder and neck, probably making a new little purple token of his affection.

"Geez, you're getting possessive in your old age. You could just pee on me and save time with staking a claim." He tries to joke to cover how his heart is in his throat. Dick straining against his zipper.

"I prefer this way of showing others.. especially young blonde girls.. to whom you belong." He reaches down and rubs a circle over his Sigil at the same time sucking skin in between teeth.

Dean hisses and tries not to cry out.

"You did as I asked. It does appear that your case is finally solved. Perhaps now you can focus on more pleasurable endeavors."

"Yesss.." He can't help breathing it out.

Cas continues to nip at the delicate skin behind his ear while his hand pops the button and he starts rubbing over the bulge in Dean's jeans.

"Whoa.. Cas what are you.." He looks down to see a dark brown head in his lap underneath his arms. He takes his foot off the gas and the Impala begins to slow down. The car behind him lays on the horn and swerves around him.

"I'm rewarding you, Dean." He hears his zipper being lowered over the insanely loud roaring in his ears. "But you only have until we arrive at your motel to reach completion.." Cas stretches his arm out over Dean's leg and pushes it down until the car picks up speed again. He licks over his now exposed head before adding, "If you fail in doing so, I'll leave you again until you solve your next case. Same rules as before."

No touching. No Cas. Again. It hangs in the air like an impossible threat. Dean feels panic and overwhelming pleasure all at once as Cas swallows half of him before lifting back up to look at him once last time and say, "If I were you, Dean, I would concentrate. I don't believe your destination is much further away."

Fuck. How long? 3.. maybe 4 minutes?

Cas is bent over his lap, taking him down deep, then up again with strong incredible suction, making him want to lift off the leather seat and follow. No tongue twirling or pausing to tease. Just quick and dirty.. velvety warmth tightening around him… Over and o.. over. He moans with eyes on the empty dark road. Switching so only his left hand is on the steering wheel, he hesitantly rests his right on top of Cas' moving head, not knowing if he was allowed this. Cas doesn't stop him but plunges deeper still.

Dean roughly gasps and pants in the silence. He looks back up at the road.. then down again. His fingers rake along Cas' scalp, almost petting before tightening in his messy dark locks. Cas' tongue rubs the underside of his dick when his mouth slides up now and Dean sighs out a deep groan. When Cas still doesn't respond to him testing the waters, on one of the times he pulls back to just over his head, Dean pushes his head firmly back down.

He feels Cas moan deep around him. Inhaling sharply at the vibration, Dean moves his hand to cup the back of his neck and pulls him down lower with every tiny thrust of his hips. Fuck… so close..

1 minute left? Maybe…

He flashes to Cas rubbing cum all over his chest and making him sit there in a crowd of people.

Flicks his eyes up at the road inbetween watching Cas' head bob over his lap.

Pretending to be FBI in a sea of fresh young faces with an angel's warm cum hidden underneath his shirt like a white hot brand of possession..

Warm velvety throat.

..Like the one he already put on his wrist..

Fuck Fuck so wet.. Cas is all around him. In him. And he's in Cas.

He sees the motel…

Holding Cas hair tight, he clenches his fingers and rams his dick upwards at the same time forcing Cas' head down hard. He feels Cas' throat convulse around him as he purposely swallows. With the clenching snugness enveloping him, he shoots his load, barking out a yell that sounds more like a growl.

"Holy Fuck! Cas!"

The car jerks forward a second with his foot mashing the gas pedal blindly and he quickly pulls off into the parkinglot, roughly coming to a halt of spraying gravel.

Sucking in air too fast, he gets a wave of dizziness. All the waiting and teasing had made the moment built up so much, he felt like it'd been a year rather than almost two weeks.

Laughing because he couldn't not, he rubs his face with his hands.

"Cas?"

He pulls up smiling, watching him with bright eyes, a little wide.

"You alright?" Dean asks but doesn't give him a chance to answer, hooking his neck to pull him into a grateful kiss. His lips are bruised, mouth warm from friction.

An older drunk guy stumbles by on the way to a room in front of the Impala's windshield and makes a sound of disgust and yells, "Jesus, get a room!"

Dean's hand shoots forward, flipping him off, not even looking but continues to try and eat Cas' mouth.

"Okay so yeah it was kinda worth it.. " He sighs while chuckling.

Cas smiles too close. "It's been almost two weeks for me too, Dean.. with only your mouth in the meantime. I think your impatience has infected me." He bends down to lick over the hickey he already made on Dean's neck. "I considered conceding for brief moments while you made me wait for you. I hadn't planned to come to you that night but you were so tempting.. stretched out. Bare and pleading for me.. On your knees so quickly." He rubs the pad of his thumb over Dean's bottom lip.

"What do you want?" Dean asks, already eager.. even though he couldn't possibly get it up yet with small quakes still running through him. He'd give him anything at that moment.

"I was thinking.."

Dean watches him bite his lip. Drawing it out to let the tension build.

"Do you still believe I bare resemblance to your Constantine?"

"Oh. Uh.. you know just-"

"And are you still affected by that?"

Dean smiles with embarrassment at the floor board.

Cas grips his jaw and makes him look up at him.

"I watched the movie while you slept that night and I think I found something that you… might enjoy."

"Cas we don't hafta- Wait what do you think I'd like? It's all demon fighting and anti-christ visits and shit."

"His method of exorcising demons seems much more exciting."

Dean's not getting it until he turns his fingers from stroking lazily to tighten hard over a wrist.. gentle to painful in a heartbeat. He flashes on the girl tied to a bed, demon bucking inside her.

His eyes widen and Cas licks his lips.

"Go inside. Remove your clothing and wait for me."

Dean's alone in the Impala again. He zips back up his pants, looking around.

When Cas returns five minutes later, he's sitting on the bed but with all his clothes still on, eyes on the carpet. Dean only looks up enough to stare at the cut lengths of rope in his hand, then back at the ground. He sees shoes stop in front of him and breathes out with a whoosh before elevating his gaze. Cas frowns.

"So.. I'm guessing arms and legs, huh?" His ears are a little pink but he wants to get this out before they start.

Cas sits down next to him. "Are you going to be able to do this?"

"Yeah.. It's just hard to.. ya know, let you.."

The only time he's ever been tied down like that was to a rack in Hell. Cas is kissing his neck and making soothing noises so he's able to shove it back down to that deep dark place he locks all his nasty memories in.

"What if I give you something to make it easier."

"What?" He hates how his voice sounds small.

"Em-nah."

Dean's eyebrow raises, skeptically.

"Say it."

"Em-nah." He repeats it. "What's that supposed to be?"

"It's Enochian for 'Here'. If you say it, no matter what I'll know you can go no further." Nipping Dean's lip he adds, "And I'll stop."

Dean laughs but it still sounds kinda scared. "You're.. you're giving me a safeword, Cas?"

"I'm giving you a word to feel safe." He says, simply.

Dean breathes out in spurts and can't even make another joke when his heart's beating so fast it's choking him. Fuck, when was he going to get past this. It's not like Hell is really something you can shrug off no matter how many times he mentally tells himself to man up.

"Trust in me, Dean. Tell me you know I would never harm you. You can do this, I promise. Furthermore, I promise you'll enjoy it. Eventually."

Dean reaches up to one of the pieces of rope and runs its rough abrasive material through his fingers. Rolling his eyes over his hang ups, Dean nods wearily. Cas pushes his leather jacket off his shoulders to get him going and Dean picks it up from there. Cas watches until all his clothes are on the floor. He preemptively brings hands up together like he's being arrested.. like last time with the tie. Cas smiles at the gesture but shakes his head.

"That's not how it was done by your exorcist."

He swallows and brings forward just one wrist. Staring at the ceiling, he presses his lips while his hands are stretched apart and fixed to the headboard with the thin rope. His head is pounding, the thick vein in his neck throbbing. By the time his legs are widened, he suddenly can't breathe. He's spread eagle with enough slack in the leg binds so they can bend at the knees but can't get free.

Cas is busy stripping next to the bed. He thinks about saying something to him but.. No It's stupid. Cas tied his hands before and he was fine. He'll.. he'll be..

Cas sits low on his stomach and leans forward to kiss him gently. Dean tries to ignore his panic and meets his lips. He places hands on Dean's hanging biceps as he stretches over his body, kissing him deeper. The weight pressing on his torso is.. claustrophobic. He can't fight.. can't even move.. can't breathe... Holding him down. Trapped. He's trapped in the dark with ugly laughter and the sounds of scratching.. always scratching and screaming and peels of insane giggles from the corners of the rooms he can't see.

Dean doesn't feel Cas' kisses anymore.. he's numb to everything but the phantom tugs at his flesh from hooks embedded there.. waiting to give. To render.

Hands are grabbing his face. "Dean."

He's staring at Cas but not seeing him. Lost to visions of blood and sharp biting cuts and torn skin.. tastes blood in the very air.. copper.. iron.. musty.. cloying..

"Em-nah." He whispers it with eyes shut tight not really expecting any change. No word or plea or scream can stop what comes next..

He waits for the first cut but instead the weight disappears. His arms and legs are suddenly free and he pulls them to him. His breathes come so fast, he's dizzy but he can't stop. Doesn't know when he'll start sucking in air to scream instead of breath.. waiting for.. for Alastair to laugh and gut him all over again…

But it doesn't come.

"Dean. Listen to me very carefully."

He can't open his eyes. It's a trick. The Pit was full of them. The times he saw Sam or Dad.. just to have them smile all wrong like they never did in life and begin the cutting..

"Remember the first words I ever said to you."

"Cas..?!" He gasps it between quick breaths, spittle flying. He hears it close to his ear but no one touches him.

"I said I gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition."

Dean swallows, then swallows again.. trying to calm down. Cas did say that.. which means.. Which means he's not in Hell anymore. Cas saved him.

"My father gave me free will but you taught me to use it."

Dean wearily opens his eyes and sees Cas a few inches from his face, looking so earnest. He strokes his hair tentatively.

"And with that free will, I chose to love a man."

Dean blinks and lets his words surround him and anchor him.

"This righteous man would one day tell me he returned my love."

Cas gaze flicks between his mouth and eyes, gauging his reaction..and then he's kissing him softly. For several minutes, they just rub lips together while Dean repeats Cas' speech over and over in his head. Word for word, dissecting it and taking it in until he knows it as truth. Eventually, Cas asks against his lips, "Where are you, Dean?"

"Here." Dean kisses him. "With you."

"Good." They kiss deeper. Long strokes of tongue until he starts to let his muscles relax. He swallows all the panic and ignores the voice that is shrieking in his head not to allow this. Fight. Never let himself be weakened. All the "what if's" circling him about dangers that he needs to be ready at any second to face because his world is constantly that. One clawing creature after another trying to go for your weak spot.. But dammit this is Cas. Cas who he told he loved and trusts and he can do this because Cas thinks he can.

"Okay I'm.. I think I can try again.. if you want."

Cas strokes his cheek and smiles. "Are you certain?"

"Yeah.."

"Tell me your word."

"Em-nah." He says steadily now.

He licks at his pulse and nibbles until Dean's panting for better reasons. "Hands." Cas says simply against his throat.

When Dean brings one up, he sits back and circles rope around his wrist once again. Cas quickly and efficiently redoes his binds. Dean repeats Cas' words twice through to himself. He sits on Dean's thighs this time and pauses to watch his face.

"I'm here and you're safe. Tell me you understand."

"Yeah, I do."

Cas trails a hand down his chest. "Did you know in the 19th century, humans believed flaws were just demons inside a person?"

Dean's surprised by the seemingly random topic before he remembers this started with Cas talking about a scene from Constantine. He caresses Dean's throat.. hands never stopping the slow drag along his skin.

"There would always be the common seven. Gluttony, Sloth, Lust.." With the last, he thrust over Dean's mostly flaccid dick. "But apparently that wasn't enough. There was soon a demon of Weakness, Grief, Insanity, Sickness, Impatience…" His fingers make little patterns over Dean's chest as he talks.. then up his arms. Feather light. It was distracting and ticklish.. a little irritating actually.

"Cas, that's kinda.." He squirmed. Bringing his eyes up to Dean's, he holds his gaze as he reaches up to drag blunt nails from his spread bound wrists.. down over his inner arm bend.. armpits.. nipples and along his sides over his ribs.

"Uncomfortable?"

Dean shifts and twists in place, writhing up into the little bit he's able. It's aggravating but miles away from where he was several minutes ago.

Cas scrapes gently over every inch of exposed skin till he's jumping and twitching, his cock now firmly back in the game.

Dean grinds out, "Cas! C'mon." Getting annoyed at his calm blank-face while he's driving him nuts.. sitting naked on top of him but not moving to take it any further. Staring at him while he yanks at the rope even when he knows it's stupid and futile. But fuck, suddenly he can't not buck up as hard as he freaking can. Cas shifts forward with him as his pelvis sways from him twisting his torso. Pulling seriously on one arm, then the other but only getting the bite of rope. Dean turns his head to see his balled fists are still tied fast. Cas watches impassively and finally allows a smile when he stops tugging. Panting and sweaty, he relaxes back into the pillow again.

"Exorcise the demon and they would supposedly be free of its influence." He continues as if Dean hadn't been turning red from trying to throw him off just a second ago.

Dean sighs and laughs, exasperated but doesn't interrupt.

"Your arrogance would have been seen as a demon, Dean. Perhaps I can free you of it."

Cas drags hands ever slower down his arms again until he's shivering.

"Are you still bitchy about that girl. You know I was just riling you up."

"Of course, Dean."

"Then why are you punishing me?"

"I could stop.."

Dean watches him for a sign that he's bluffing. He doubts by stopping.. they'll get anywhere near where he wants to be.

"If you stop.." Cas scrapes over his nipples and he has to pause to clench his teeth. "If you stop all that.."

"Then I will leave you. I've already rewarded you.. my obligations are fulfilled."

Dammit. He's toying with him, knowing fucking well he won't tell him to go.

"Cas.."

Dean closes his eyes and growls when he gently moves his hips so their stiff dicks rub together.

"Yes, Dean?" Head bent, he watches their groins before sitting back so they're far apart again.

"Don't…" He strains against the ropes but he can't really get anywhere with Cas sitting on his legs. Can't move away from the gentle touches.. so different from the dark dreams he was previously lost in.

"Don't?" Cas mimics, watching his thumbs brush just at the dip that leads to his pulsing cock. They do tiny, maddening circles too far away from anywhere that he wants. Needs.

Em-nah he reminds himself of the word that would stop Cas.. but he doesn't need it.

"Don't fucking stop," he gruffly says instead. It's ripped out of him. He'll grit his teeth as Cas tortures him because this will end much better than every other time he's felt helpless and held tight so completely. If he lets him, Cas will replace those horrors with a new memory. Though he really wants to curse and rear up in his bonds, he makes himself pliant.

"You want me to continue this? I thought you didn't like teasing." Cas drags a thumb through the pool of pre-cum still leaking from Dean's cock and makes eye contact as he sticks it in his mouth against his cheek to suck clean.

Fuck.. he just came in that mouth not a half hour ago and he was already desperate.. alternating between wanting to beg and yell out a string of useless expletives. Cas is going to take his sweet ass time either way.

"Tell me again, Dean."

He sucks in air and after a minute he remembers what he's supposed to say.

"Don't stop, Cas," he grits out.

"Are you sure?"

"I said it didn't I, goddammit!"

Cas tilts his head.

"No.. I don't believe you. I'll end it now and we can try again another day." He reaches up towards the knotted rope cutting into his wrist.

"Dammit Cas! Please! Okay? Please! Take as long as you fucking want. Whatever, just.. don't leave. I need you, fucking always. Even after earlier.. I want you. And if you want this.. then okay so do I."

Cas lowers back down onto his thighs and leans forward too close so their lips are a breath away..

"Please Cas." Dean whispers, lifting his head to kiss him but he stays just out of reach above his lips.

"I only want to help you purge your demons, Dean."

Dean drops his head back down and clenches his jaw to keep in the frustrated scream. God, Cas was good at pushing him right to the brink of madness.

"You have displayed humility. You body is.."

He bends down to lick pre-cum straight from the source of his dripping slit.

"..clean of arrogance. But what about the other demons? What about your anger? What about your lust?"

"I don't have any freaking anger." Dean tries to sound calm, despite the thudding impatient beats of his heart.

Cas' fingers slide up the side of his face, then fist the top of his short hair and pulls. Dean winces, teeth snapping closed, despite the thrill he gets at the small pain. He surges up against the binds at Cas, growling.

"You always have anger."

Its hard not to moan at the feeling of Cas pining him with his hips and keeping his head against the pillow in his firm hold. His arms strain but he doesn't get the panic.. only eagerness.

Cas slowly starts to rock his hips back and forth so they brush over one another. Fingers scratch red marks down his abs, then gentle to stroke over them. The tiny lines of pain are burning but it's downright playful compared to.. he pushes all thoughts of anything else away when Cas claws underneath him over his ass.. Then down his stomach to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

Giving into the wave of primitive pent up emotions, Dean snarls. He's slapped hard so his face turns and his dick throbs.

"Can you feel them even now? Their influence is making you defiant.. aggressive.. I can see why the ropes are necessary to exorcise such stubborn creatures."

Dean tries to pull his legs up as far as he can to displace Cas or maybe startle him because he's grinning so fucking pleased with himself but he just grips his hips hard.

"They hold tight, wrapping around your beautiful soul. And it is so very beautiful, Dean."

He's distracted into gyrating futility to try and lessen the hard grip that will leave bruises like purple kisses behind.

Cas traces the previous scratches before digging nails in to make new ones down his chest. "They tear and claw at your insides to keep purchase when I would remove them."

Panting, Dean was about to shakily joke that Cas was really getting into this, but when he sees him lean over to the bedside table for the bottle he keeps there.. his mouth goes dry.

"It seems I must resort to more direct methods to.."

He squeezes the lube high above his hand and they both watch his fingers become covered in the viscous substance.

"Purify you."

Dean presses his lips together but can't stifle the moan at the contact. He chokes and seriously.. his vision is getting a little wavy, his cheeks wet.

Finally.

Cas pushes a finger.. then two smoothly inside him and out again. Repeats.

Calmy, he continues. "The demons. I'm afraid they are deep inside you."

He shifts suddenly and pushes in deep with something thicker than fingers.

Dean cries out and opens his eyes when he feels Cas kissing his chin.

"But don't worry, my righteous man. I'll save you from them."

Cas grabs hold of his leg just above the back of his knee and thrusts in again. Dean's legs have just enough slack that he shifts up the bed a few inches with the motion. His hands fist uselessly above him.

"Oh God..." Dean moans with mouth slack and eyes rolling back.

"Are you calling me your God, Dean?"

He rubs his head against Dean's temple, stubble scraping against his face like a rough cat's tongue and he pumps forward again.

"It would be appropriate considering my attempt to save your soul."

Dean's barely able to focus on his words. Everything's reduced to his arms hung by the rope, legs gripped, Cas pounding into him.

"Say my name again." Cas says, capturing his lips.

Dean opens his mouth to say it but is stopped.

"My given name."

"Castiel.." Toes curling, even though his ankles are raw, no thought of his helplessness anywhere in sight.

"Again.. " Cas pants. "I believe we are very close to liberating you. Let them know to whom you give yourself."

"Fuck.. Castiel." It's all he's able to do with arms and legs suspended and Cas holding him. Cas could do anything to him and he'd take it and Jesus.. he can actually hear Cas' wings shifting and twitching. Closing his eyes, he imagines them high above his graceful lithe back, flapping downward hard to push both their bodies forward.

"Again, Dean!" Cas' voice is wrecked.

"Cas-Castiel!" He yells and feels him shove forward so hard his ankles resist and keep him in place. Cas groans and cups his ass to hold him up a little above the mattress, emptying into him. Dean shakes in his bonds through his own orgasm, coming without being touched.

They settle back down into the mattress. Cas licks and kisses at his throat for a few minutes while they're still linked together. Then he breaks the ropes with his bare hands easily and touches Dean's angry red cuts so they scab over, still leaving the evidence behind.

"Have you done as I asked and prepared for me?"

Dean feels drugged but manages to say, "Yeah.. I can't take too much green stuff but there's some fruit and granola bars." He quietly watches Cas putter around until he walks back to the bed with several things in his arms.

He sits up by the headboard and pulls Dean to lay with his slumped back against his chest. Twisting off the cap of an orange Gatorade, he holds it out. Dean gulps down half of it and hands it back. He hears the pop of the plastic seal on the fruit medley he bought and accepts a square of cantaloupe when it touches his lips.

Drifting in and out, only to swallow and chew when Cas holds food in front of him. It's oddly peaceful. It feels like Cas took a small chunk out of his nightmares away. He'd thought it was just a hot roleplay thing that he got caught up in but maybe that's not all it was. Did he know what he was doing? And then it's too much to have such focused thoughts.

Cas grabs the control from the bedside table and flips through the channels until he lands on a late-night soap opera that Dean wouldn't admit he kinda enjoys. He curls against his angel and Cas strokes his head.

"God.. this is really perfect. Who woulda thought? " he mumbles, feeling warm and fuzzy, 's not sure if he's referring to Cas and him, what they just did, or sitting there in the afterglow with him feeding him fruit with bad tv but it's just all awesome.

"You'll have to redo this. It appears to be defective. I'm glad I was here to cleanse you." He ideally strokes the circle of Dean's Protection Tattoo.

"Damn Cas, if Constantine used your method, the demons would never leave." He laughs then thinks, "Though it's probably a little fucked up that I hunt things like that for a living and we're like sexy role-playing about it.."

"Are you saying you did not enjoy it?"

"Hell no. I'll own up to when you rock my world." The fingers continue stroking.

Dean hums and lazily says, "You know you can stay here with me.."

"You want me to stay in this motel room?" Cas asks with amusement in his voice.

"No, not here here. I mean.. ya know when we stop." The fingers pause but he just keeps going. "You could stay with me… If you wanted. I always get a room by myself now anyway."

He blushes and fidgets with his nails when Cas still doesn't respond. He looks up to see Cas cocking his head with a furrowed brow.

"You know, like between your little healing missions and stuff. You can.. well I know you don't sleep or anything…" He trails off and sits up.

"Shit, just forget it." Dean rolls until his feet touch carpet and he's about to get up and shake off the awkwardness of rejection.. not wanting to be naked all of the sudden.

"Dean." He's grabbed by the arm before he can make the excuse of a shower. "You just surprised me. I.. I would very much like to be here while you sleep. Even more when you wake."

He turns over his shoulder to see Cas on his knees in the bed, looking just as fragile as he felt. He crawls up on the bed onto his knees as well in front of him till they mirror one another. They lock eyes, taking a second for each of them to take in this small change. Then dean smiles easily and grabs him by the back of the neck to pull him forward. Their bodies crash together in a press of warm flesh from knees to lips. Dean's fingers open and close in Cas' hair while the other wraps his arms around his back.

After long happy moments, just enjoying each other, they pull back to smaller kisses and finally settle for lying close on the bed. Dean burrows into Cas' warmth and sighs sleepily.

"Eat your fruit, Dean." Cas says, sternly.

Smiling, Dean mutters, "Mmm.. I prefer marshmallows."


Author's Note: I hoped you enjoyed my first Timestamp for this verse. Let me know if there's still interest for this series and I'll come back to it again. I'm starting a slow burn fic next but I doubt I can keep from writing more of this for long. Thank you all for reading and any feedback. Lots of love and Eskimo Kisses to each and every one of you!