Chapter 4

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Dean blinked.

"You need me to go where?" Dean tried very hard to control his expression. Cas was NOT asking this.

"I need to speak with you privately. I thought your room offered the least chance of interruption while also providing the privacy I asked for. Is there a problem?"

Dean's breathing evened out, and his heart stopped trying to escape through his chest. Right. Logical reason to want to be alone with Dean in a bedroom. With a bed. That Dean had rubbed one out in last night. Thinking about Cas. Crap, his heart was trying to escape again.

"Yeah, sure. No problem. Give me a minute to clean up and I'll meet you there." Dean wiped his hands on the rag sitting on the bench. Oil and grease coated his fingers. Stupid generator had crapped out during the last storm, and now that Bobby wasn't able to actually lay hands on a wrench the job had fallen to Dean.

Castiel walked away, and Dean just stared. Damn daydream. This was not the plot to a cheesy porno. They talked all the time. Granted, it generally wasn't in private. But people sometimes had personal things they didn't want to share. Maybe Cas needed to vent. That Executive stuff sounded awful. Yeah – something like that. Or maybe Cas wanted help with a little problem in his pants. A problem like not knowing what to do with this just awful erection that won't go away. You know how to help, right Dean?

Put it away Winchester, this isn't a porno and you aren't the pizza man, Dean reminded himself as he headed in and washed his hands.

Clear your mind, he told himself. Which made him think of that stupid spoon bending kid in the Matrix. That reminded him, Cas still needed to see those movies. And that led to thinking about sitting in the dark next to the angel. Alone.

Shut it dude. Not the time, not the place, Dean told himself while rubbing his forehead. Later. He could play that out later. If he remembered and if he had time.

Opening the door to his bedroom he groaned mentally. Yes, he would not only remember, but he would so be making the time. Cas sat on the edge of his bed, hands together in his lap, looking up at Dean with those clear blue eyes. He would need to make a lot of time.

"Take your coat off and stay a while," Dean joked. Sort of joked anyway.

"I can stay while wearing my coat," Cas replied. His vision clouded for a moment before he nodded and stood up.

"But I understand you are telling me to be comfortable. Since I am comfortable, that means you may not be. I will take it off to make myself more comfortable for you."

Fuck Cas – just fuck. Take it off. Make yourself more comfortable for me.

"Yeah," was all Dean got out. Cas had slipped the trench off and carefully hung it on a hanger in Dean's closet. How was Dean supposed to pay attention to Cas when the angel was then shed the sports jacket as well? It was like a damn strip club.

So, where was his lap dance then?

"Dean, I have decided something very important," Cas started.

"And…" The determined look on his face made Dean sit up and pay closer attention. Well, he was already 'sitting up'. Now he was paying attention.

"I have watched many movies Sam suggested. The Notebook, Jerry Maguire, Dirty Dancing, Bridget Jones Diary, When Harry met Sally, and The Princess Bride. They were very informative," Cas said looking Dean straight in the eye.

"Sounds like a list of Sam's Top Ten I'm a Girl Movies," Dean rolled his eyes.

"No, there were 11. The others were Singles, Pretty Woman, Titanic, Legally Blonde, and Sex in the City. He did not call them his girl movies."

Of course not, Dean thought. Lord in Heaven above his brother was a woman trapped in a man's body with a child's brain. Or something like that anyway.

"I'm not sure –" Dean started.

"I'm going to kiss you," the angel said. Cas stood up, steeling his back as if ready for a fight.

"—that's exactly- Wait, what? WHY? Where the fuck did that come from?" Dean was stunned. He took a deep breath. Then another.

"I… I have been thinking about kissing you and decided it was best to tell you before "springing it" on you." Cas used those annoying air quotes. "I suppose I should have asked first. Dean, may I kiss you now?"

"What's – Cas. Hold on. This isn't how it's done," Dean mumbled while rubbing his temples. "You don't inform somebody. There are steps you take."

"First –" Dean started and stopped in the same breath. Cas had stepped forward with a nod and a look on his face. Dean had no words for that look.

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Cas stood while Dean stumbled over his words. Why did humans use words as shields against what they wanted? There had been no revulsion, no denial, and most importantly – no rejection.

Perhaps the approach was wrong. He stood up straighter and took a deep breath. While it was impossible to actually change his vessel, it was possible to push a certain intangible presence outside his body. He allowed his Grace to fill out around his body.

An old familiar calm descended on his mind. Yes, if this silly human tradition of talking about a kiss was wrong, then he would fall back to what he knew. And he knew Dean wanted him. The small amount of Grace in Dean had announced the flare of desire as loudly as a cannon blast.

"I am still not use to your customs. You don't want to be asked or told," Cas was right in front of Dean now. The hunter was almost holding his breath waiting for Cas to finish.

Leaning in until his mouth was an inch from Dean's, Cas murmured, "Don't mistake inexperience for innocence. You forget sometimes, I am a soldier, a warrior. I am fully capable of taking what I want. Do you have issue with me kissing you Dean?"

The angel only had to wait a heartbeat before the hunter closed his eyes and shook his head once. No problems.

And with that, Cas kissed Dean. The press of lips was followed by a firm hand cupping the back of Dean's neck and pulling him in closer while snaking the other around his waist. A noise from the hunter urged Cas to lick Dean's lower lip, asking for entrance.

Dean opened his mouth, and Cas groaned. His whole body leaned into Dean's, one hand clutching at the shirt hem and pulling up. While there tongues danced, Cas worked his fingers through Dean's hair.

"Ah, G- Cas!" the hunter managed to get out when he came up for air. The angel wasted no time; moving down to Dean's neck and bit. Using his tongue to sooth the abused skin while Dean finally put his arms around the angel's body, Cas scraped his teeth over the taut tendon.

"Again," Dean panted, and Cas complied. The teeth soon gave way to suckling. Cas knew he was marking what was his. Or at least what he wanted to be his.

Pulling Dean's hip to his own, Cas felt Dean's pleasure with the kiss. Moving a little to the side, Cas rubbed his hardness against Dean's. The small involuntary jerk of the hunters hip was quickly followed a gasping moan.

Cas pulled his whole body back a little, looking Dean in the eye. The glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and completely shell shocked expression pleased the angel very much.

"Thank you for the kiss. I enjoyed that," Cas said softly. "We will have to do that again soon."

And with that he smiled, turned around, and left.

Dean didn't move for a full minute after Cas softly closed his door.

What. The. Fuck.

Bringing his hand up to his neck, Dean turned and looked in the mirror. Yep, right there bright as a strawberry sat a hicky. And the throbbing in his dick was going to have to be dealt with before dinner.

It was strange to be so worked up over a guy. That just – it never happened before. And thinking through all the men Dean had ever met or seen, he didn't think it was likely to ever happen again. It was just… It was Cas. And that was that. Grab happiness Bobby had said. Why not? It was about time he took something for himself without worrying about the rest of the fucking world for once.

He fell back on his bed and unsnapped his jeans. It felt like he had been ambushed by a real fantasy. Little naïve Castiel turned into a fucking badass hard core player. And damn, it was a fantasy Dean didn't even know he had! Getting dominated by an angel. Not a fluffy feathered dick playing a harp and singing like a young boy, but full on battle ready, sword wielding mercenary for God.

Dean palmed himself and started thinking about the next kiss. When would Cas do it? Wait, fuck that. When would Dean do it? He could totally kiss Cas first next time.

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