N/A: Okay, so sorry for not uploading this chapter before. I guess you could say that the smut had a hard time coming. I'm proud of this chapter, and it's the first smut I write that I truly like. This was the whole point of this fic, it has THE smut, Destiel and some more Destiel. So, I hope you like it and that you wait for the next and last chapter of this story.

Enjoy!

Rating: Well, I did say it had smut, so NC-17.

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Chapter 3

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"Cas! No!" screamed Dean while the ghost was burning Cas' heart from the inside.

"You know, the good thing about you coming here is that I don't have to wait those three days for the mark to appear. The killing is much more direct in here," explained Clent casually as if Cas wasn't screaming a few feet away from him.

The ghost vanished into thin air when Sam slashed through her with a rusted stick of iron.

"Old factories, bad place for a ghost," he said, and then he knelt next to his friend, "Cas, you okay?" he asked.

"Yes," Cas said with barely a breath.

"Watch out!" shouted Dean who had grabbed another stick of iron and slashed the spirit that had reappeared behind Cas.

"You made a mistake coming here," said Clent smiling, "Ellie, kill them all."

Sam got up immediately and stayed back to back with Dean, iron ready to swing in his hand.

"How do you think he's controlling her?" asked Sam while dodging an attack from the ghost.

"The thing in his neck!" answered Dean while attacking the spirit with the iron.

Cas who had stayed crouched on the floor, crawled and retrieved his blade, then he jumped on Clent. The man fell to the floor with the former angel over him. And after some struggling, Cas had managed to cut the necklace with his blade and was then standing with it in his hand.

"I have come to the understanding that you need this," he said raising the hand with the necklace, "so I think that this will do you no good."

With a swift moment Cas threw the amulet to the floor, smashing it into a million pieces. The man shouted and a piercing growl was heard. Next thing, the shape of the girl was in front of him.

"You made me kill them," she said, her voice filled with echos of death.

She then buried her hand into her father's chest and watched him bend in pain. Flames covered both of them for a second and when the fire were gone so was she, while he had dropped dead to the floor. His face was covered in Deathly Hallows symbols.

"I believe the hunt is over," said Cas turning around to face the brothers.

They were both panting hard from fighting the ghost and both their faces were frozen in a expression halfway between shock and worry. Sam was the first to come out of it, his face breaking into a big smile.

"Yeah, Cas, good work!" he congratulated him.

Dean didn't say anything, his face more somber than before. Sam threw the stick of iron to a corner of the factory, and Dean copied him. After picking up their guns, and throwing Sam's to its owner, the eldest hunter finally spoke.

"Come on, let's go."

They went to the car in an awkward silence. Cas was still angry and bothered from before. Dean was angry since the previous talk in the car, and was even more pissed off since the events in the factory. And poor Sam was kind of happy for the end of a good hunt without anyone getting hurt, well, too much hurt, Cas almost got his heart burnt, but it was still a good hunt. However, he would give anything to get away from his brother and his friend. Hell, he might just call Crowley and finish closing the Gates of Hell if it avoided him the awkward car ride that was waiting for him.
And the youngest hunter was not let down. They drove the way back to the town center in a heavy silence. Dean stopped in front of Big Anderson's, and barely blurting the words 'getting dinner', got off the Impala.

"So..." said Sam once he was alone with Cas, anything to break the tension a bit.

"Yes, Sam?" asked Cas.

The fallen angel was not angry at Sam, he was just angry at Dean, life and God. In fact, he appreciated his friendship with the youngest hunter very much.

"The symbols..." he said, bringing up the first topic that came to his mind.

Cas waited in a respectful silence for Sam to continue, which actually didn't help at all.

"They appeared to target the victim," he continued.

"Yes, I think so," agreed Cas.

"And it took three days for the Deathly Hallows mark to fully appear."

Cas nodded.

"Also, the victims disappeared for three days."

"Yes," confirmed Cas, "the victims were most probably carried away by the spirit and were slowly killed during the interval of three days."

"'Fraid so" muttered Sam, "Though that doesn't explain the fourth vic."

"He was probably targeted by his tattoo. As the mark was fully imprinted on him, that probably made the ghost to kill him immediately."

"Lucky bastard," commented Sam.

Cas would have probably argued that they didn't know if the vic had been born out of wedlock, but Dean's return to the car ended all possibilities of continuing the conversation. The tension that Sam had worked so hard to get rid of was back at full force.

They drove in silence once more. When they arrived at the motel Sam grabbed the bag with his dinner and practically ran to his room. Whatever was between his brother and his angel was about to explode, and he still maintained his position of not wanting to be there when it did. As things were, it will end in a fist fight or hard sex. And he so didn't want to be a witness for that. Remembering that the rooms were adjacent one to the other, he cursed internally. He prayed to God, that the walls were thick enough, else a rough night was waiting for him.

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With both their dinners in hand, Dean opened the door to their room and entered. He practically threw the bags to the table and waited for Cas to enter before slamming the door behind him.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he snapped at the fallen angel directly.

"What was I thinking when?" Cas spatted at him, "When I rebelled for you? When I left my whole garrison for you?" he almost said, but didn't, instead he waited for the answer in silence.

"What were you thinking when you provoked Clent? Or when you jumped at him?" he said really slow, every word loaded with anger, "What were you thinking when you almost get yourself killed?"

"Well, strange at it may seem to you, I'm not a baby in a trenchcoat!" answered Cas, his voice raising, "I had spent several millennia fighting before you were even born and I can very well handle a ghost and a crazy man."

"Yeah, what a great job you did when she was burning your heart," was Dean's comeback.

"And what do you care?" asked him Cas tilting his head.

But it was not one of his usual head tilts. It wasn't to a side as they usually were. This time it was tilted back, his jaw ahead of the rest of his face. Just as the Cas from 2014 did.
Dean snapped. Anger flared through him in great waves. Grabbing the fallen angel by the arms, and taking advantage of the fact that Cas was now an equal match to him when it came to force, he pushed him against the wall.

"Dammit, Cas!" Dean say staring at those deep blue eyes only inches apart, "How do you dare? How do you fucking dare?" he panted, piercing the other with his gaze.

Cas remained silent.

"Don't you know it?" he questioned him hard, "Didn't I tell you I need you already? Didn't I make myself clear?"

Cas looked at him defiantly. His eyes spoke of his jealousy and although he didn't spoke about Dean's flirting with the doctor, the hunter understood. Suddenly, Cas' behavior was crystal clear.

"Dammit, Cas!" he insulted again, "Don't you make me say it," he said, their faces closer, their breaths mixing together, one of Dean's arms against the wall, the other one still grabbing the fallen angel's one, bodies pressed together, "Not like this. Not like this," he whispered looking at Cas' mouth.

Anger gone, his emotions opened for the other one to read them. Dean raised his eyes and locked them with the man pinned underneath him. Cas face softened, the resentment he had worked up as a shell had fallen. Breathing hard, he stared at the man that he had fallen in love with before he even knew what love was.

"I won't just stand and watch you transform into him," said Dean like in a plea, or like a bed, actually, "I won't."

And Cas remembered the talk that they had had years ago. About the time when Zachariah had send Dean to an alternative future. About the time when he found out that his charge loved him.

Fallen angel and hunter stared at each other, this time they weren't eye fucking, they were making love to each other with their eyes. No Dean nor Cas would be able to tell who moved first. But suddenly their lips were locked together and they were kissing passionately. All the emotions that they had held secret were pouring through that one kiss. All the fears, all the doubts, all the love.

When they need for oxygen became to much of a need to be ignored, they drew apart. Dean looked into the impossible blue eyes of his angel, he knew he had to make Cas feel loved. After a very tender caress to the side of his face, Dean kissed him again but softly this time. Their tongues danced together, tasting each other's unique flavor.

"Cas," he breathed like the sweetest plea to ever have existed on this earth.

The fallen angel shivered, the emotions flowing throw him, threatening to drown him. He had desired this for a long time, even when he couldn't understand the need or that it was just this what he wanted. The taste of the lips of the man he had rescued from Hell more than five years ago, was the most exquisite thing he had ever tasted. And their bodies pressed together... They had done it before, but normally it was only with anger, like when he rebelled for the first time, or when he cornered Dean for considering saying yes to Michael. This time it was about intimacy. Cas didn't know if this was something that only humans could have or not, but he knew that as long as he could have Dean's body pressed against him, and said man staring at him with eyes filled with love, he would not need anything else. This was his new Heaven.

With soft movements Dean carried him to the bed. When the mattress hit the back of Cas' legs, he fell onto it, but not alone, because the hunter guided his fall onto it, making it slow. They settled themselves without breaking eye contact for a second, too absorbed into each other's soul. Because Dean didn't believe for a second that angel's didn't have them. The man under him had had one all along, and that's to what he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

Kissing him again, Dean experimented a bit and pushed his hardening erection against the other one. A moan came out of Cas' lips, and Dean smiled, that was what he was waiting for. With slow hands the hunter started removing the trenchcoat, and then continued with the coat and tie.

Undressing Cas while lying on the bed was complicated, but this was about love so the necessary patience came by. After unbuttoning the shirt, he used a hand to caress the other man's chest, stopping by a nipple and giving him unique attention. Dean was getting off just by hearing the soft moans that left rather rushed from the otherwise controlled mouth of Cas.

And then the fallen angel became a bit impatient and tugged Dean's jacket, urging him to start getting naked. He had never felt the desire for a naked body against him and he wasn't sure he was fully understanding the feelings now. But some kind of instinct resided in what once has been Jimmy's body that guided him. And when Dean's chest was fully exposed, he finished removing his own shirt and dragged the other man down for a kiss, the friction of naked skin against naked skin proving to be overwhelming.

The erection trapped in his pants was becoming painful. Cas wasn't sure of how to proceed with it, he just knew that he needed Dean to make it all better. He whined when the hunter pushed together once more their clothed members. With knowing fingers, and taking pity on him, Dean got rid of the fallen angel's pants, shoes and socks off too. He didn't have the patience to deal with the boxers, so he just pushed them down, and took Cas' length in his hands earning a sharp moan from him. He jerked him off for a while, green eyes never leaving the blue ones. But Dean didn't want it to be just this, so he stopped. He finished taking off Cas' boxers, and proceeded to finish undressing himself.

Dean pushed his now naked members together once, making both of them groan, before heading to the drawer where he hoped to find some lube. When he did found it, he thought of thanking his brother for the choice of room, but pushed the thought aside quickly. Thinking of Sam while he had a very naked, sweaty and hot Castiel underneath him was not good.

He opened the lube with one hand and poured some in Cas' fingers. The fallen angel gave him a questioning look.

"You need to prepare me," he whispered to Cas' right ear.

"How?" panted the inexperienced man.

"Like this," he said kneeling with one leg at each side of Cas' in a very open position and taking the brunette coated hand pass his aching cock and between his ass cheeks.

"There," he said while Cas' started hesitatingly to put pressure on his entrance.

Without much warning, Cas entered his finger inside him. Dean winced at the burning and filling sensation.

"Sorry, Dean," he said scared and starting to draw back his finger.

"No, don't," stopped him Dean with a groan, "just give me time to get used."

Cas locked his eyes with him, and after some moments he started to move his finger inside Dean. The former angel watched as Dean face contorted with pleasure, some sweet giving in seated in his green eyes. When he was drawing back, searching for more friction with Cas' finger, Dean begged.

"Another one."

Cas complied happily, loving how the hunter felt under his touch, how it was him that made him moan and squirm.

"You need to start scissoring me," instructed him Dean between pants, "to get me ready for you," he finished licking Cas' jaw.

Cas squirmed in pleasure and did as Dean told him. Dean's moans kept getting higher, his face buried in the space between Cas' head and shoulder. Then, the former angel decided to add a third finger out of his own drive. The hunter gave a small shout of pleasure.

"Cas!" he screamed.

Castiel smirked, not bad for a virgin, huh? Then, Dean grabbed his hand and stopped him. He took again the lube and poured a generous amount in his hand and coated the fallen angel's length, making him moan with his deeper-than-it-should-be-possible voice. Locking his eyes together and using his hand to center Cas' shaft, Dean impaled himself with one swift movement.

Both men groaned hard. Dean panted while he tried to get adjusted to the intrusion, his eyes never leaving Cas'. When he thought himself ready, he tried moving a bit, casting up his hips and then smashing them down. Cas' eyes went wide at the sudden pleasure. He had never experienced something like this, and the fact that it was his Dean making him feel like this made it all better, and right.

The hunter moved up and down slowly, wanting to savor each moment. The feeling of his angel filling him there was more perfect, more fitting than he could have ever dreamt of. They never stopped looking at each other's eyes, not even when the pleasure was becoming so much that it threatened to make them come. Blue eyes found themselves in green ones, and so did the green eyes in the blue ones. They gasped and moaned each other's name constantly as a prayer that was only for both of them to understand. And when Cas' cock hit a special place inside Dean, the hunter couldn't help but close his eyes at a scream of "Cas!".

At the sight of the beautiful face of his hunter contorted in pleasure, eyes shut tight trying to hold back all the emotions that overwhelmed him, Cas wanted more. He wished to have his Grace back so he could see once more the bright and beautiful soul of his Dean. So he sit up on the bed, pressing their chests together, while he caressed the side of the hunter's face, while Dean continued to move up and down. And Cas still wanted more, so grabbing hard at his human, he turned them around and pushed Dean against the bed without getting out of him.

Dean's eyes snapped open, but he relaxed once more when he looked at Cas. And he squirmed, and moaned, and shouted when the fallen angel started moving again, with a much faster pace that the one they've been having so far, and hit his prostate with every thrust. With Dean's hands burying into his hips in a way that will surely leave their mark the next day, Cas understood. He understood what Dean was giving to him, the one thing he hadn't trusted a single being with, the reason why his bisexuality had remained as a buried fact for so long. It was about a sweet surrender, a complete giving in and trusting the other person.

Because not even when Dean had had sex with women who took control he had giving in completely. There's something about the act of penetration that always means a giving in, so even when the women where the dom, they always gave in a bit, and Dean held back a little. Because it's an act of trust, letting someone penetrate you, letting the other person introduce something into you, it always leaves some control to the other person.

When Dean let Cas to take control while he penetrated him, he was giving in to Castiel completely. He was trusting him with everything he had, everything he was. That's why Dean had always held his bisexuality back, he couldn't trust anyone with that kind of surrender, because it means vulnerability and that's not the kind of thing you just give to anyone. Anyone that wasn't Cas. He had taken control at the beginning, to teach the fallen angel his way around sex. But now, with Cas fucking him hard against the mattress, that was how things were meant to be. And all the fucked up things in Dean's life took their right perspective and everything was fine and right.

Cas understood what a magnificent gift Dean was giving him. He understood that the hunter wasn't giving him this despite he was human, or because of it. He was giving him this because it was something entitled only to him. Something that was exclusive property of Castiel, everything else, like his Grace, didn't matter. Those things were complements or not that didn't make Castiel into who he was. Because those things hadn't earned Dean's gift, that had been Castiel alone. That was what Castiel, what Cas meant, having Dean's sweet surrender.

"Dean," he screamed, overwhelmed by the emotions that flowed through him, the love and the passion.

Dean didn't knew if what he had to give would mean any difference for the fallen angel. If that would help him to not turn in that broken version he had once met. But it was all he had to give, so he would give it willingly. Cas' continuous assault to his prostate, and his smell, his warmth, his deep voice saying over and over again his name, were driving Dean to the edge. Holding to dear life to the naked body of his soulmate pressed to his, he came hard between their stomachs, shouting the angel's name for the whole motel to hear it.

And that was what made it for Cas too, the sudden pressure to his cock plus the already there feeling of Dean everywhere around him was to much. And shouting Dean's name in a startled cry that brought tears to Cas' eyes, he came.

The feel of Cas' semen against his prostate intensified the remaining sensations of Dean's orgasm. And when the fallen angel was able to open his eyes again, Dean smiled. For the first time, in years he was completely happy. Taking away a sweaty lock of hair from Cas forehead, he brought him down and kissed him. It was soft and deep.

Cas stared at those green eyes, while he removed himself from the other one, what earned him a small whine, and without taking away his stare he laid at his side. He was smiling too, a soft smile that on Cas said so much more.

"Cas, I..." began to say Dean, but he couldn't bring himself to finish it. He was afraid that if he said it out load, someone or something would take Cas away from him.

"Me too," said Cas, because now he understood.

With his arms around the other's waist and his legs tangled together, Dean drifted off to the land of sleep, where it was all skin, and moans and blue eyes that looked at him with love. Cas stared at him for a while before falling asleep. Maybe being a human wasn't so bad after all. He thought of the possibility of growing old along his Dean, and he liked it. He missed the strong warm bright of Dean's soul, but having the hunter so close to him, and as long as those green eyes kept looking at him so filled with love, it was almost as he could still see his soul. Metatron could keep his Grace provided that he kept his Dean.

With a smile still lingering in his face, Cas fell asleep too.

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The next morning Dean woke with a pleasant sensation in his chest. When he tried to move he noticed that his ass was sore and that he was being held tightly by a pair of arms and legs. He looked at his right, and he saw Cas' face, eyes close, still sleeping. But Dean's movements stirred him awake and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Good morning," greeted him Dean.

Cas didn't understand for a second, he thought that he was still in a dream. But then, the memories from the night came back to him, and he smiled.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean smiled back at him.

They both proceeded to get up slowly, kissing each other softly, and getting dressed with measured movements. It was as if they were both afraid that with the light of the day everything that had transcended in the night, had been nothing but a pleasant dream. And that now, they would have both to face the harsh reality where their feelings weren't corresponded.

But is when they're about to leave the room, that Dean had had enough, so he took Cas against the wall and kissed him passionately, as if he could challenge God into proving him that this wasn't real. But Cas' tongue against him, felt very real, as well as his hand gripping tight his hair and pulling a bit. With a groan, they came apart to breath. Dean started licking and sucking Cas' neck, but then a growl from his stomach remembered him how hungry he was and that they hadn't had breakfast yet.

"Dammit," he said with a half laugh, "if I could just eat you."

"That would be considered cannibalism," said Cas with the most monotone voice he could manage between pants, "unless you're referring in a metaphorical sense that implies sexual activities, in which case I would like very much for you to proceed."

Dean smiled, "As soon as we arrive the bunker I'll eat all that you want of you," he whispered lasciviously at Cas' ear.

Cas pushed his half hard cock against Dean.

"I hope that you intend to fulfill you promise," panted the fallen angel.

"Is that a threat?" asked the hunter with a smirk.

Cas grabbed Dean by his jacket and turned their positions, pushing the hunter against the wall, and positioning one of his leg between Dean's.

"Consider it an extortion," he whispered biting Dean's neck, "if you later want me to fuck you."

Dean groaned. Who knew that the socially awkward nerdy fallen angel who until last night had been a virgin could learn dirty talk so fast.

"Stop unless you intend to fuck me right now," said Dean feeling his cock harden.

Not it was Cas turn for his stomach to growl. After a last mind blowing kiss they came apart. And thinking images of Crowley in a bikini, Dean went with Cas to wake up his brother and take him to have breakfast. When he arrived at Sam's door, he was fairly collected.

"Sammy, wake up! Let's go and grab some breakfast!" he shouted knocking at the door.

Sam opened the door and received him with his hair a mess, and a sleepy look that said he had barely slept through the night.

"Wait a second," he said while he went to dress himself and splash some water on his face and hair, he was too tired to try to comb it, "You know," he began while he closed the motel room's door behind him, "although I'm very happy for you too, the walls... they're not soundproof," he finished putting the best bitch face that his sleepy state allowed him.

Dean blushed a little bit.

"I apologize for the disturbance to your sleep," said Cas.

Dean smiled at the typical response from Cas, even Sam smiled a bit.

"It's not that," he said, "just... keep me away from your sex life," and as he really didn't want to talk about it he went directly to the Impala.

Sam whined when Dean joined him in the car, and noticed how his brother had trouble sitting down. As if his ass was s... No. He definitely didn't want to go there.

They ate at Big Anderson's, where Dean overhead a bunch of Potterheads talking about a Harry Potter marathon that the local cinema was having thanks to the con. He remembered that he had promised Cas to make him watch the movies, so...

"Hey, Cas," he said feeling like a teenage girl asking the popular kid to go out with her, "I've been thinking... There's a Harry Potter marathon at the cinema... And I did say that you needed to watch the movies... So, I was wondering... if... if you would like to watch them with me..." he trailed off hating himself.

He had no problems about the other one fucking him hard into the mattress the last night, but now he was stuttering like an idiot. He hated himself sometimes -hated himself more than normal, that's it.

"Dean, are you asking me on a date?" asked Cas with a faint smile playing on his lips, but visible enough for the both Winchesters that knew him well.

"Well... If you want to see it that way," said Dean with a faint voice, he cleared his throat, "Yes," he finally said clearly.

"I'd love to watch the Harry Potter movies with you," answered Cas.

Sam didn't say anything and just smiled. He was truly happy for his brother and friend. He had not seen Dean this happy since... since ever practically. There was an air of satisfaction in his brother. Like if he could truly achieve happiness even with their crap of a life. And Cas, well, he might end liking humanity and he did consider the fallen angel family. So him being with Dean was just as reassuring the bond. Suddenly, he missed Bobby. He wondered what he would say to them. Probably, something along the lines of "It took you some bloody time, idjits," Sam smiled to himself. He knew that Bobby cared for Cas too. And he knew how supportive he would be of him with his new humanity. Bobby would have been as much of a father to Cas, who also run on the absent Father path, as he has been to him. Sam wondered if he knew what Metatron had done, and if he was giving him hell for it. "You could bet your sorry ass that I'm giving him hell. Do you think I'm some weakling old man that can't defend his cubs?" Sam laughed at Bobby's representation in his head.

"What are you laughing at?" asked him Dean.

"I'm just imagining what Bobby would say if he saw us here," answered him Sam with a nostalgic smile.

Dean gave him a sympathetic look. He also wanted for Bobby to be there with them. He always knew how he had wanted for him to come out of the closet. He had never said it out load, but it was more than an understanding. Bobby just wanted for Dean to accept himself and to be happy. Well, he was happy now, he thought looking at Cas.

"Yeah, I miss him too," he sighed.

"He was a great man," commented Cas, and that was his way of letting them know that he wanted him there with them too.

Dean looked around him. He stared at his brother, who was getting better everyday, and who despite the whole thing with Amelia has always been there. He then stared at Cas, his new lover, or boyfriend, or whatever, who he loved as much as his brother although in a totally different way, who complemented him in a way no other could. Yeah, Hell may still be open and his way of living may still suck, but maybe it was worthy. Dean realized for the first time that he belonged, and that if Sam ever decided to move on again, he would still have someone to come home to.

Dean thought of all the times Bobby had told him to just be happy, in one way or another. And now he'd be able to look at his father of the heart in the eyes and give him a straight answer.

Dean Winchester was happy.

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Thanks to the big amount of nerds that were at the town, the eldest hunter had had to go to get tickets for the Harry Potter marathon as soon as they finished breakfast. He had to stay in line all morning to buy the tickets, and then, he had to wait in line to enter the cinema and get good seats. They had agreed with Cas to meet at midday, half an hour before the first screening. There were still five minutes left for the accorded time, and Dean was starting to get nervous. He felt stupid for it, but he couldn't help it.

He was somehow afraid that Cas wouldn't come. He said he wanted to go back to the motel and get properly changed for the date. So, here was Dean, checking his watch every five seconds, nervous as if this was his first date ever. At exactly, the arranged time, Cas appeared. He was wearing his trenchcoat as always, with the new suit that they had bought together and the tie that Dean had gift him with. Later, Cas said that this clothes had a special meaning for him. The suit was an acceptance of his humanity, and the tie was the first time he saw a good side to being human.

"You came," said Dean with a smile, as if the angel would have back down on him.

"We had an appointment," he answered with a monotone voice that held a hidden smile.

Dean smiled. Because it was more than an inside joke. It was about what Dean had said to Cas when he returned from the future that Zachariah had sent him too. It meant that Cas understood what Dean had meant back then with the "Don't ever change." It was a promise, Cas was promising him that he wouldn't turn into that version of himself that Dean was disgusted with. It meant that he would try to be happy. And the smile that Cas gave him meant that he was happy now.

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They managed to watch through halfway of the third movie. Not that Cas wasn't interested in the plot of anything like that, but not too much into the Prisoner of Azkaban, they had started kissing and things started to heathen up. It all started when Dean had put his hand on Cas' leg, and then started moving it up, stopping close to the fallen angel's crotch. Next thing, they had to leave the cinema walking awkwardly and they rushed to the back seat of the Impala. Kissing was not enough, so they started taking out their clothes as fast as they could in the small place of the car. Dean didn't need much preparation thanks to the activities of that night and good old Cas had been smart enough as to take with him the lube from the motel. The sex was rough, Cas was a fast learner so in no time he had Dean moaning and shouting under him. The hunter didn't know if it was because being a bottom rocked, or if it was because it was Cas fucking his brains out or if it was both, but it didn't take him long to come. The fallen angel came with him when he felt Dean's ass squeezing his cock, milking him out.

Once their breaths had slowed down and they were once more fully clothed, they went to the motel to pick up their stuff and Sam, and head back to the bunker. It didn't take them long, and Sam was already packed. According to Dean, Cas had earned his right to travel in the passenger seat. Sam didn't argue as he had a guess as to were the discussion could be headed.

He had closed the door and was accommodating himself in the backseat when he sniffed something.

"Why does it smell as s...?" but then he brain did the math, and he face contorted into a mix of a bitch face and a disgusted expression, "Oh, man, really? In here? When I have to travel here?" he complained opening the window and sat using as little surface as possible, which was a hard task considering his size.

Dean smiled. Finally being with Cas was awesome, but if he managed to mess around with his little brother. Well, that was a great added bonus.

Sam sighed. It was going to be a long five hour journey back to the bunker.

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N/A: I could have ended the story here because what's better than awkward!Sam, but I decided it needed more Destiel. So please wait for next chapter and review to tell me if you like this one. :)