Cas couldn't help but chuckle at Dean's words, hugging the Winchester closer to him. "I know you do." Cas pressed a kiss to Dean's temple. "I know every part of you, Dean Winchester. Every freckle, every speck of gold in your eyes, everything that courses through you. I know you, Dean Winchester," Cas paused here, nuzzling his nose against Dean's cheek, "and I love you."
Dean's shoulders shook a little, and he clung onto Cas as if he was afraid the angel would disappear. "I love you too," his voice broke a little at the simple words and what they meant.
Cas carded his fingers through Dean's hair, sensing the fear spreading through the hunter's body. "Shh, it's okay, Dean." Cas' voice was a low whisper. "I've got you, Dean. And I'm never going to leave you. I'm never going to let you go." Cas ran his fingers lightly over Dean's shoulders, letting his legs fall down to the bed, relaxing against his Dean. Yes, that sounded right. His Dean.
Dean pulled back just enough to look Cas in the eye. "I'm no good at relationships. Never been in one that lasted long enough to really count. I suck at this, and I don't want to hurt you."
Cas stared into those green eyes, his heart swelling at the sheer beauty. "We're going to work, Dean," Cas promised, gliding his hand to Dean's stubbly cheek. "We have that bond. A most profound bond. You belong to me and I belong to you."
Dean smiled, kissing Cas softly. "I love you. So damn much." His voice was low and gravelly, full of want and need. A need that Dean hadn't even known he had until now.
Cas smiled at Dean, laughing softly. "Mmh...and I you, Dean." They lay there in silence for a few moments, Cas running his fingers along Dean's shoulders and back. He suddenly disrupted the silence with a grin. "How will you tell Sam?" he asked, knowing Sam was already suspicious of the relationship between the two men.
Dean thought for a long minute. "I guess we can just… tell him. I mean, I think he can smell it on me anyway." He chuckled. "He's been hinting at it for a while, I think he's been waiting for us to get together.'
Cas hummed softly against Dean's cheek, letting his eyes fall closed. This was Heaven. Right here with Dean in his arms. This was all he needed, no matter what. Castiel's breathing was heavy and relaxed, just reveling in the feeling of Dean against him.
"Cas…?" Dean shifted so less of his weight was on his lover. He studied the other man's face, noticing things that he had never noticed before. Had Cas always been this beautiful? Had he always looked like this?
The angel opened his eyes to look at Dean, the pad of his thumb moving along the freckles on the side of Dean's nose. "What is it, Dean?" The question usually came out in a grunted rush, as usually Dean would be calling for Cas, praying for him in a time of need. This time, the question was gentle and soft, the tone of his voice so completely adoring.
"Before, downstairs when I was touching your wings… what did that feel like?" He could feel his cheeks heat up at the question, but he wanted to know.
Cas was silent for a few minutes, thinking back to when Dean was touching his wings. A smile spread across his face as he looked up at the ceiling. "It felt like I had been waiting for it my entire life. As if the only thing I could ever want was for your hands to be on my wings." He paused again, letting out a sigh. "It felt better than anything I could ever imagine. I...can't really explain it, Dean. It was all so...exhilarating."
He bit his lip, trying to find the right words. "So, it turned you on? Basically?"
"Basically, yes," Cas said simply with a slight shrug of his shoulders. It had turned Cas on, more so than anything else.
A huge smile broke out on Dean's face. "I knew it!" He looked so smug, proud of himself.
Cas couldn't help the redness that spread across his cheeks and neck. "It...it's not funny, Dean! It was...really intense." Despite his outward embarrassment, Cas loved the fact that Dean could do that to him-completely wreck him with a stroke of his wings.
Dean chuckled. "Yeah, I know." He pecked Cas' lips. "I guess I was just… testing the waters. Seeing if I could make you come undone."
Cas leaned into Dean's lips, smiling against them. "You could probably do quite a lot by just touching my wings, Dean."
He groaned, cock twitching inside of Cas. "Damn, add that to the list of stuff we need to do."
Cas laughed softly at Dean's excitement, pressing a soft kiss to the hunter's lips. "We have all of forever, Dean." Cas ran the tip of his nose against the side of Dean's, letting his eyes close as he reveled in the feeling of having Dean so close to him. "I'm not ever going to leave you and we'll have forever."
"Yeah. Good." He kissed Cas softly, so happy that he could finally kiss him. Could finally hold him, love him. Just like he had always wanted.
A soft sigh escaped Castiel's lips as Dean kissed him, hugging the hunter more closely to him. He smiled against Dean's lips, unable to help the overwhelming sense of joy spreading through him. Cas pulled away from Dean's lips, his eyes slowly opening to look up at the Winchester and appreciate his beauty. Dean truly was his Father's greatest creation.
Dean smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Hey, what're you thinking?" He touched Cas' cheek, letting the rough pad of his thumb rub over Cas' stubbly cheek.
The angel remained silent for a few moments, trying to think of ways to put what he was thinking into words. "I'm thinking about how beautiful you are," he said with a soft puff of breath, leaning against Dean's hand. "How my Father truly created a marvelously beautiful creature and that I have him here in my arms. I'm thinking about how lucky I am to have pulled your soul out of Hell; how lucky I am to have been able to put you back together and know you so completely." His crystal blue eyes roamed Dean's face, scanning the 57 freckles scattered over his nose, cheeks, and slightly up on his forehead. He'd have to kiss every freckle Dean had at some point; every damn one. "It is difficult to comprehend how perfect you are, Dean. It is difficult to put into words."
Dean felt his cheeks flare up. He was not used to compliments like this. Sure, he knew he was a good looking guy. It definitely helped with the job. But, in no way did he consider himself perfect. Cas was an angel, Cas had seen everything there was to see. How could he look at Dean and find perfection, when Dean knew how broken and scarred he really was? But when Cas spoke, he spoke the truth. Dean knew that. And it made him love him all the more. "Yeah, you too baby. Honest. I mean, I love everything about you."
Cas smiled as he saw the redness spread across Dean's cheeks, hoping he hadn't embarrassed the man too much. His smile grew at Dean's words, but he could sense something there. He could sense that there was something wracking up in Dean's mind. Cas studied Dean's eyes for a few moments, staring deeply into those lush pools of green. "Don't you dare ever think you aren't perfect, Dean." Castiel's words were terse and final, but not harsh. "Don't think that the scars you have make you imperfect in any way." He nodded, pressing his lips against Dean's once more, signaling the end of his slight rant; he knew Dean understood.
Cas gently ran his hand up and down Dean's arm, pondering for a few moments how a man could ever get his skin to be so soft, when a question popped into his head. "So, what are we now, Dean? What does this make us? We are in love and had intercourse, which usually only happens when a couple is married. But we are not husband and...husband yet. So what is the in-between?" Cas cocked his head in his usual fashion when he didn't understand something mundane and human, giving Dean the look he always gave when he was searching for answers.
Dean thought for a moment. The idea of calling anyone, even Cas, his boyfriend was beyond weird, and sort of felt wrong. Partners was lame, and made Dean think of stuffy gay men in suits and lesbians. Which left few options. "I don't know. I mean… I guess we're like… mates? Boyfriends, technically." He shrugged.
Castiel's head tilted even further, his brows furrowing. "Boyfriends," he repeated, letting the word roll over his tongue. "And...what do boyfriends do together?" Cas queried, wondering what would be different about his relationship with Dean now that they were boyfriends...mates. "Besides this, of course, which I hope will happen more."
"Yeah, it'll happen a lot. Don't worry." Dean chuckled, nuzzling against Cas' cheek. "Honestly, I don't really know what boyfriends do. I've never had one. And I was never a good one. But, they, I dunno, hold hands. Kiss. Umm, go on dates, I think?"
Cas grinned, looking forward to all the time he will get to spend with Dean. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips at the thought of him and Dean going on a date. He knew that this was a practice among humans: dinner and a movie or something of the like. He couldn't picture himself with Dean out on a date. What he could definitely picture was the two of them and Sam together at a diner, Dean doing everything in his power to make Sam uncomfortable. "I'm sure you're going to make a wonderful boyfriend, Dean," Cas laughed, shaking his head in amusement.
Dean smiled, shifting a little, hips on hips. "I'm gonna do my best for you." He pecked Cas' lips softly. "I love you. A lot. I need you Cas."
Cas ran his leg up and down Dean's, the grin on his face seeming to be permanent now. "I love you, too. I know you need me, Dean. And I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you." Cas needed Dean too, more than he wanted to let on. He wanted to be there for Dean, wanted to be strong for him.
Dean sighed, slowly pulling out and rolling off of Cas. "You know, you're something else Cas." He pecked his cheek and looked up at the ceiling. "I could get used to this."
Cas furrowed his brow at the comment and moaned softly at the loss of Dean on top of him. "I am an Angel of the Lord, Dean, and yours. Nothing else." He couldn't help his smile when Dean kissed his cheek, looking at Dean as he stared at the ceiling. "I could, too," he whispered with a soft sigh, a smile ghosting over his lips. This was perfect. Him and Dean together. That was how it was always going to be. Cas wasn't going to let anything get in their way; not Crowley, not Naomi, not the Trials, not anything. Once this was all said and done, which Cas hoped would be soon, he and Dean could live together in domestic bliss.
Dean's eyes flicked over to Cas. It was hard to believe that all of this had happened. Cas was his. He and Cas were a reality, when he had thought they'd never be more than a wet dream. "Hey, you mind if I nap? Haven't really slept all week, and, well, you tired me out." He winked, pulling Cas closer.
Cas grinned and wrapped his arms around Dean, pulling the hunter close and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Sleep, Dean." His voice was a soft whisper as he nuzzled his nose into Dean's hair, taking in the fresh smell. "Sleep for as long as you want to. I'll still be here when you wake up. I always will."
Dean nodded, and it wasn't long before he was softly snoring, curled closely beside his angel.
