A rating change is in order here :D Also, I've finished writing and next chapter is going to be the last.

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Dean saw the exact moment that Cas had woken up. The former-angel shifted and scrunched up his nose at the pain that resided in his head from the hangover that he was bound to have. He picked up some aspirin and a glass of water and brought them towards his friend who he had moved from leaning on his shoulder to lying on the bed.

"Hey man, you alright?" he asked and Cas nodded but took the pills and swallowed them with the water.

"Just a headache" Cas croaked and cleared his throat. Dean nodded and started making bacon butties.

"Perfect cure for a hangover" he said as he past Cas his sandwich. About twenty minutes later and the man was feeling better.

"Dean... why are you doing this?" Castiel asked. He looked up when he heard the sadness in his friends voice. "why are you helping me?"

"Because you're family Cas. And I meant what I said yesterday... I'm bringing you back home" the former angel shook his head and looked down at the table, silent tears began to fall from his blue eyes.

"I don't deserve to be helped" Dean got up from his seat and walked to his friend, crouching down and taking his chin in his hand so he could force him to face him.

"Don't say that" he whispered, the man's heart raced at their proximity but he pushed down whatever he was feeling so he could be there for his friend. They stared for a moment, their faces were so close that their breath was mingling. He couldn't help it when his eyes broke contact with his friends and wandered to his lips instead. It only happened for a second but Castiel notice and leant forward. Their lips brushed delicately for a second, barely a kiss. There was a moment were no-on moved or spoke they just stared at each other. Then Dean leant forward and took Cas's lower lip between his own and sucked gently, his friend immediately returned the kiss. He nibbled on the lip slightly and caused a soft moan, then Dean began to trace the outside of Castiel's mouth in a silent question. He opened his lips further and let Dean in. The kiss lasted for several minutes as the both explored the other's mouth, it wasn't rushed; it was slow and meaningful.

When they broke apart they were both panting for oxygen. Dean saw the tear tracks that still remained on his friends face and chastely kissed them away. Then he began to kiss down his cheek to his jaw, then down to his neck, then his collar bone; the kissing becoming less and less innocent. He nibbled and sucked at gentle skin causing gasps of pleasure to shake the other man's body. Cas's hands were on his friend's hips, pulling him closer. Dean answered by standing up and pulling his friend with him, the kisses never halting.

Both their hands ran over the other's body, getting acquainted with it. Dean's hands found his way into Cas's hair and pulled lightly.

"Dean" the man groaned in response, bucking his hips forward. He groaned at his name being spoken in a lust filled voice, they were both becoming quite hard. One of Cas's hands ran down the front of Dean's jeans and his friend moaned at the touch so he began to rub lightly. He suddenly became unable to concentrate on what he was doing to Castiel's neck and pushed into the strokes, he panted and moaned out his friend's name over and over again. There was a small part of him that was screaming that it wasn't right to be feeling this way, but that part of him was easily ignored. His own hands slipped down to Cas's ass and gave a squeeze, making the man jump forward. He removed his hand on Dean's crotch and instead pressed against him, grinding as they exchange sloppy kisses. Dean couldn't take it anymore and pulled away Cas's shirt, throwing it onto the floor before disposing of his own. His friend got the point and began to unfasten both of their jeans, never stopping the beautiful friction until it became time for them to kick away their trousers and boxers from their ankles.

They both gasped as their dicks rubbed against each other without the restriction of clothes. Dean backed Cas up until his ass was touching the table and with one look into the blue lust-blown eyes, he grabbed their lower members. The former angel flung his head backwards at the sensations created. Dean stroked a couple of times then collected the pre-cum from the apex of the dicks and continued. One of Cas's hands was gripping the table behind him and the other cupping Dean's ass-cheek, keeping him close.

"Oh God, Cas!" he shouted as they neared their orgasms, he picked up pace and Cas began to let out strings of non-words, finding it difficult to communicate his pleasure by the English language. Cas was the first to release his seed into Dean's hand and the sight of him in an orgasm, head thrown back, lips parted slightly and eyes closed, brought Dean over the edge as he too came. Once they both finished he leaned against his lover and laughed, Cas laughed too and kissed his neck as they held each other.

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"I very much enjoyed that" Cas said as the pair dressed, he sighed in relief that he hadn't just made a big mistake and nodded.

"Me too, Cas" they stared at each other and smiled, "I suppose it's time to tell you what's going on" Dean pulled his jeans on and sat at the table, Castiel also sat down. He looked at the former angel and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and told his lover everything. After he'd finished, Cas sat for a moment in contemplation.

"Hmmm"

"What?"

"I believe that I need to speak with Ezekiel"

"You can't, if he knows then he'll leave..." Cas shook his head.

"There's a sigel... It can prevent demons and angels from leaving their vessels... it also weakens their powers"

"So if we put this thing up then he can't leave?" Dean asked "that's great. Why don't we just leave it up and we can keep him in there healing Sammy and you can come home"

"I believe that would be unwise. We would be essentially trapping him and he would resent that... However we could use this as back-up plan to stop him from leaving as we talked" Dean nodded

"Fine, okay. What does it look like?" Cas pulled out some motel stationary and drew the sigel before passing it to his lover. Dean took a photo and sent it to Charlie, telling her to paint one on a wall in lambs blood. Both men then set off to drive back to the bunker. It was midday by the time they arrived and he checked his phone to see that Charlie had finished the sigel. They both got out of the car and walked into their home.

"Look who I found" Dean shouted as he walked inside. Sam rounded the corner a couple of minutes later and smiled.

"Cas. It's good to see ya"

"You too Sam. But right now I need to talk to Ezekiel" the younger Winchester frowned in confusion for a moment before his eyes glistened blue and Ezekiel took over.

"Hello Brother" He said and Cas nodded his head in acknowledgement. He turned to Dean, "I thought I told you that he could not stay"

"Calm down. He's just here for a chat" he nodded after a moment.

"Very well"

"We're concerned for Sam Winchester. You have been in him for many weeks and he still is not fully healed... we're unsure whether to search for further help" Dean frowned and looked at Cas, worrying about his brother more than ever. Ezekiel shook his head.

"That will not be necessary... he is healing at a good pace considering that I am not at full power... I do believe that he would be healed by now if I hadn't had to keep healing others"

"So you believe that you can heal him fully? Without any help?"

"Yes"

"Very well" Cas nodded and began to walk outside of the bunker, Dean followed him.

"Dean" Ezekiel called out, "would you like me to wipe your brothers memory of this incident?" He nodded and left the bunker. They walked for a moment and Cas moved to sit in the Impala, Dean copied his movements.

"So what's the plan?" he asked after a few moments of silence.

"We get him out of your brother" Dean stared at him in shock and shook his head.

"No. We can't do that. Sam could die"

"Dean... that isn't Ezekiel"