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After

For a while, neither Dean nor Castiel could speak. Dean did muster up the energy to roll off Castiel, staring at the ceiling in pure post-orgasmic bliss, but then Castiel weakly reached out and pulled himself into Dean's arms, his head resting on Dean's chest. Dean looked down at the sweaty angel in his embrace and, against his will, he smiled tenderly and pressed a kiss to his angel's messy, damp black hair.

"That was amazing, Dean," Castiel said breathlessly as Dean began to run a hand up and down his back. He shivered and snuggled further into Dean, who was still spaced out in bliss. Had he really just had sex with Castiel? Had he finally been able to kiss and love him? And did Castiel actually reciprocate his feelings? It was all too much to believe. Dean was having a fucking hard time believing that he wasn't dreaming.

"Right back at you, Cas," he chuckled weakly, tightening the hug and resting his cheek on Castiel's head. "I didn't know you had that in ya, man."

Castiel purred proudly.

"So…what now?" Dean continued. "I find you hot, you find me hot. But do you actually like me? Because –" he swallowed, "– because I like you a lot, man. And I know I shouldn't, because you're an angel and I'm not s'posed to fall in love with an angel, but I think I kinda did and that's weird 'cause I didn't even like you a few months ago –"

"Dean," Castiel said, cutting Dean off. "I did tell you that I have loved you for months. I'm willing to be whatever you wish me to be. If you want to be friends then I will be your friend. If you wish for me to be your lover then I will be your lover. And if this –" he ran a hand down Dean's chest, "– is all you desire then I am more than happy to oblige. Just tell me what you want, Dean."

Dean stared at Castiel in shock, his eyes stinging slightly. God, what the fuck had he done to deserve such an angel? All he'd done was fail to protect Sam and kick-start the Apocalypse! And yet this perfect angel was telling him that he loved him?

"Of – of course I don't just want this," he rasped. "Fuck, Cas, I wouldn't use you for sex. If I wanted that then I'd go out and find some random chick or dude. But – why me? Out of everyone out there, why me?"

Castiel looked up at Dean and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"Because I was lost the minute I laid a hand on you in Hell," he said. "I was lost as soon as I wrapped you in my grace to protect you from the horrors of the Pit. You are so good, Dean. You make mistakes and you mess up but you are a good person and you always try to do what's right. And I tried to stop myself from falling in love with you because I thought that there was never a chance that you would ever reciprocate my feelings."

"Well, too damn bad," Dean laughed softly, kissing Castiel. "You're stuck with me now, angel, whether you like it or not." He gave Castiel another deep kiss.

"I think I like it a lot," the angel chuckled when Dean broke the kiss. "We will make this – whatever we have – work. I am determined of that. I will not lose you, not if I can help it. I love you, Dean."

Dean's breath hitched and he stared at Castiel in shock. Had he really just said that?

'Fuck, Dean! Say something before you look like a dick!'

"I – I love you too, Cas," he forced out. He hadn't ever said that to anybody except for Sam, and John when he was younger! This seemed to be the right thing to say because Castiel smiled contentedly and began to trail a finger down Dean's chest.

"Thank you for not letting me die a virgin," he said. Dean let out a snort and pulled his angel even closer, taking the chance to hold Castiel close before they had to summon Raphael and risk their lives. A thought suddenly struck him.

"Hey, Cas? What the hell are we gonna do about the bed?"