Song: Evil Has Never by Union of Knives
Story Notes: Revised ending to 6x20 'The Man Who Would Be King'. Dean admits something to Castiel in order to get him to stop working with Crowley. Slash, kissing, implications to other things.
Author Note: I originally had a different song and different way to go about writing this, but my brain (bless it) has blocked me from writing anything angsty. So happy endings and cupcakes for everyone!
Also, you have my demanding as all hell muse to thank for this chapter. She wouldn't let me sleep till I finished it, and I seriously need the sleep. And apparently sleep deprivation makes me want to write hot ass make-out scenes.
What do you mean?
Evil has never loved you
Evil has never loved you
Evil has never loved you as I do
What do you mean?
Nobody has ever loved you
Nobody has ever loved you
Nobody has ever loved you like I do
"I'm not gonna logic you, okay? I'm saying don't... Just cause. I'm asking you not to. That's it." Dean pleaded with the angel, "I don't want you to do this for me. I want you to stop, whatever this is. Do that for me Cas."
"I don't understand."
"Look, whatever it is you're doing with Crowley, it needs to stop. He's a freaking demon for Christsake! He's using you! He doesn't care about what happens to you or with the war in Heaven. He's just after what he wants and he's not looking out for anyone but himself. I mean, look at Sam and me. When has working with a demon ever done anyone any good? Never." The hunter spewed in a tirade of emotion. Castiel cast his eyes downward in thought for a moment before meeting Dean's again.
"But you're just a man. I'm an angel. I know what I'm doing, Dean."
"Damn it Cas, you need to get your head out of your ass!" Dean's feet carried him forward until he was standing face-to-face with Cas, "Crowley doesn't give a shit about you, but I do."
Without warning, he grabbed the lapels of the angel's trench coat and pulled him forward, crushing their lips together. Castiel stiffened, his eyes wide as he watched the raw emotions playing across Dean's face while he continued to kiss the angel. After a moment, the hunter released his grip only to wrap him arms around the smaller man. He tilted his head forward, pressing their foreheads together with a sigh.
"You can be such an arrogant bastard sometimes, but for some reason, I still love you." He leans back to look the angel in the eyes, "You hear me? I love you Cas. I should have said that a lot sooner, then maybe we wouldn't be in this mess."
With another sigh he dropped his arms from around Cas and scrubbed at his face with his hands, turning away. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and spun him back around before he could walk away. He had no time to react as Cas surged forward, attacking his mouth with his own. Recovering himself, he grabbed Cas' shoulders and fought back with teeth and tongue. The angel made ungodly noises as he snaked his arms around the hunter's waist while they continued to fight for dominance.
Finally Dean had to admit defeat and broke off the kiss so he could breathe. Both men stood panting, boring holes into each other's faces with the intensity of their stares.
"I love you too, Dean." The angel whispered, his gravelly voice several pitches lower than usual, "I would never do anything that I thought would harm you."
"Then you need to stop this." Dean murmured as he pressed his lips to Cas' cheek, trailing light kisses down his neck, "Cause if you keep going down this path, I'm going to end up being the one who has to stop you. And if it comes to that, I won't be able to live with myself afterwards."
"H-how then?" Cas managed to stutter before moaning as Dean started sucking on his collar bone.
"I don't know yet, but we'll find something." Dean told him. He paused his ministrations and stared the angel in the eyes, "You gotta promise, right now. Promise me this Crowley business is over. For real this time."
"Yes." Came the breathy answer.
"Yes what?" Growled Dean as he pressed their bodies together, earning a groan of longing from Cas.
"I promise."
Connecting in another kiss, Dean slowly maneuvered them towards the couch he had been occupying earlier. Spinning, he pushed Castiel down onto the cushions, allowing him to lay there a moment as he took the sight of him in. Cas stared up at him, his eyes lustful as he unconsciously licked his kiss-swollen lips. Unable to hold back any longer Dean jumped on him, straddling his hips.
Gasping, Cas reached his hands up and allowed them to explore the body on top of him. Dean hummed in approval as he unbuttoned the angel's shirt and pushed the material aside. Writhing under the attention of the hunter's hands and mouth on his body, Cas realized how foolish he had been not to go to Dean for help in the first place when all this began. If there was anyone who would do anything to help, it was Dean. And with that thought the angel fell into the ecstasy that was surrounding him, finally knowing what if felt like to love and be loved completely.
