Sorry this took so long to update. If you read my other stories, you know what is going on in my life. I thank you for all the kind words. I am back to writing lots and lots. Enjoy!
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All Sam can do is smile as he walks to the living room. It took those two long enough. He is almost glad he cast the spell. Now he has some calls to make to try to figure out who actually did this. He wasn't sure if he should shake their hand and punch them.
"Hello"
"Hey Garth, it is Sam. I got a question for you."
"Hey Winchester. How is it going?"
"Well Garth, I need to know if you have any info on the guy that wanted the witches taken care of, the one that you gave our name and number to." Sam asks.
"Oh Balls, did something happen?"
Sam smiles at the phrase, it never sounds right coming out of Garth's mouth. "Yeah well, it seems the witches left a spell for Dean. He is ok, it wasn't a bad thing. Don't tell him I told you, but him and Cas are finally together. It was a spell that helped, but it worked out"
"Thank the lord. I am not sure I could take the eye fore play. Those two were uncomfortable to be around when they got in a mood. Wait, that means that dude set you guys up. Oh man, I am sorry."
"What can you tell me about him?" Sam breaks out a note book, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder.
"Jeese, um, he was kind of short. Not like dwarf short, but not tall. He was average looking. Nothing too stand outish. Wait um, he ate a lot of candy. Like lolli-pops and suckers. He would finish one and then start another. They were never ending."
Sam almost drops the phone. There was no possible way that it could be who he thinks it is. He watch him die. He watched him sacrifice himself to save the Winchesters. How could he possibly be alive?
"Ok, thanks, that actually helps a lot. Let me ask you, did he talk about what he was doing? Any info at all, personal info?"
Garth answers quick, "He said he was looking for Sasquatch, I thought he was a little loopy, but then again, we all are."
"Holy shit. Ok, that answers that." Sam doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'll talk to you later Garth."
Sam ends the call. He can't believe Gabriel is alive. Sam is actually not surprised that Gabriel would be behind the spell. He was always messing with Dean. Part of Sam was so very happy that Gabriel had been allowed by his father to come back. Gabriel had let the Winchesters escape while he stayed to hold off his brother. He was killed for it. Sam never will forgive himself for it. As much as Gabriel was the Trickster, Sam had grown to like him.
Sam now has to figure out if Gabriel now knows where they are. He can't see Gabe sitting back and not watching the plan he unleased unfold. It was just a matter of time before he shows up at the bunker.
Sam is not looking forward to telling Dean that Gabe was responsible, though Cas would probably be over joyed that his brother is alive.
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Cas repeats himself, "Have you ever wanted me to climb into your bed Dean?"
Dean looks at Cas, trying to take in the words that just came out of his mouth.
"Castiel." Dean whispers but makes no move to close the distance between the two of them.
Cas cocks his head to the side and stares at Dean. Hearing his full name pass Dean's lips sends an electric pulse straight through his body. "Dean? Tell me, what have you imagined? Was it in my bed or yours? Did you take me or did I take you?"
Cas steps closer to Dean. "Do you want to know what I have imagined Dean?"
Still frozen in the same spot, Dean nods his head.
Cas smiles a bit at him, who would have thought that Cas would be the one to take control when the moment came. Knowing that Dean wants him as much as Cas wants Dean is making him much more bold then normal.
Taking another step toward Dean, Cas begins to speak, "Even before I fell, I thought of your lips. I would stare at them, wondering what they would taste like, how they would feel. I would watch your tongue move in your mouth and it drove me crazy."
Cas steps even closer, he could reach out and touch Dean now, but he doesn't, "Since I have lost my grace, it is harder to control the thoughts. I lay alone at night, thinking about what your skin would taste like. I imagine you over me, sweaty and hot, moving with me. I imagine you saying my name over and over again, as we move." Cas hears Dean's breath hitch in his throat, but he keeps going, "As I touch myself, I think of you doing it. I think of your hands on me, your mouth hot around the length. As I climax, it is your name that escapes my mouth."
Dean closes the distance between the two of them. His mouth crashes to Cas', as his hands bury themselves in the ever messy hair Cas seems to have. Dean starts to move them both. Cas hits the back of the closed door with a bang. Dean has taken the control back.
Hearing Cas tell him about how he thinks about Dean touching him broke Dean from his frozen stance. His mouth claims Cas. Dean has been waiting for this moment longer than he will ever admit. His whole body is shaking just from hear Cas. It wouldn't take much to send Dean over the edge.
Dean pulls back, looking at Cas' swollen lips. He wonders how Cas could possibly look more incredible then usual. "You want to know what the dirty, dirty things I have imagined are Castiel? You want to know how I think about you on your knees, me in your mouth. How I want nothing more than to bury myself in you and hear you scream my name, asking for more. How after that, I want to see you over me, moving in me, making me yours." Dean feels Cas shaking as bad as he is. "I have thought of fucking you Cas, in my bed, in your bed, on the floor, against the wall, and in the Impala. Oh I have thought dirty, dirty things." Dean leans in and captures Cas' mouth again, kissing him softly. "I have also thought of slow and sensual, face to face, your hands in mine as we touch and taste. I've wanted to make love to you for so long, scared of it more than I could ever explain."
"Are you still scared of it Dean?" Cas asks as he begins to push Dean backward, Dean legs hitting the edge of his bed, "Do you want to touch me, taste me as bad as I want it, right now? May I touch you, Dean? May I taste you?"
"Jesus Christ." Dean breathes out.
"He really has nothing to do with this Dean." Cas smirks.
A giggle spills from Dean. He can't help it. Leave Cas to relax him with a small joke. "Cas, I love you."
With a tilt of his head Cas responds, "I love you, Dean Winchester. Now shut up and let me taste you."
