Summary: AU. Castiel suffers with OCD, and he's very needy of love and attention. He flinches from everyone but Dean, and Dean tries his best to help him, but at times finds it too much to cope with himself. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

A/N: Thanks for the support with the last chapter! Sorry it's taken so long to update, and I left you with a damn cliffhanger too! Hope this was worth the wait!

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I'm With You

Chapter Four

"Breathe, baby." Dean whispered as he stroked Castiel's forehead, leaning down to whisper into his ear, "Breathe, Castiel. Breathe, angel, breathe slow."

To Dean's surprise, Castiel began to calm, his eyes fluttering open which sent him into a panic again. Dean hushed him and held him, calming and soothing him the best he could without making him ill. As he relaxed, Dean wiped falling tears away, which was something the two of them were very used to. It was a shame that they were so used to it, but they just were. It was their normal way of life.

"It's okay." Dean soothed, "You're okay."

"M'sorry." Castiel sobbed, Dean shaking his head and holding him close.

"Shhh." The older man whispered, "Don't you ever apologise for having a panic attack, you can't help it, okay?"

The two settled together as Castiel calmed himself, Dean not letting go of Castiel's hand as the younger man gripped it in his own. Panic attacks while sleeping was something Castiel had never done, and Dean wondered if it was something that maybe he should take Castiel for the doctor for. They always went to see Ellen Harvelle.

She was the best doctor in town, and actually a close friend of the Winchester family, and she always treated Castiel's case with the utmost tenderness and care. He was a very damaged young man and all people wanted to do was help him. In high school, kids couldn't wait to take advantage of him, but when people discovered the truth, the bullying stopped immediately. Thank God. Dean was fed up of beating people up. He was running out of people to beat.

"Babe?"

"Yes, Dean?"

The two shared a tender look and then a soft kiss, Dean rubbing Castiel's back tenderly as they laced fingers and climbed off of the bed.

"Breakfast's served." Dean said softly, "Come on. Let's enjoy our Saturday together, huh?"

Castiel smiled and let Dean lead him into the kitchen, and the two of them sat down to enjoy their breakfast together. The two had a great life together. They had a house, money coming in, they loved each other, they had friends and family around them. They had all they wanted.

Castiel wished he could go and do a job but instead, he was confined to the house due to his numerous conditions. Dean had bought him a laptop to try and keep him away from cleaning and organising because the poor guy just tired himself up, and Castiel had always wanted to be a writer. Dean had suggested that to him and Castiel had thought about it. Maybe it would be a good way to keep him occupied.

The two talked about their day and what they'd do, and they decided to go out to the mall since they were looking to get something nice for the living room. They walked hand in hand as usual, and Castiel would press close to Dean if they were going into an enclosed space. He started to panic as they were leaving the store where they'd bought a new vase for the kitchen table and a set of candles for the living room, so Dean got him out as quickly as possible and took him to one side to do his breathing exercises that Ellen had given them.

"In and out, nice and calm." He told Castiel, watching as the younger man began to panic more, "Deep breaths, baby, it's okay. It's okay, we're going home now."

He took Castiel's hand and picked up their bags, walking him slowly out of the mall to the car. Castiel gulped in breaths of the open air and Dean smiled, rubbing his back as they made their way to Dean's beloved Impala.

"There we go." He whispered, "Atta boy, Cas, you keep those breaths going."

The two climbed into the car and Dean wound down the windows, letting Castiel have the air he needed.

"What do you think?" Dean asked as he placed the vase on the kitchen table, Castiel rushing forwards and straightening it.

"It's beautiful." Castiel replied, "The colour's perfect."

"Now for the candles." Dean said softly, Castiel taking them and heading to the living room.

He placed them in perfect alignment on the coffee table and smiled softly, looking to Dean who grinned at him and pulled him into a kiss the two of them walking through the house to their bedroom. As they went, they pulled their clothes off and ended up naked, Castiel backing onto the bed while Dean crawled on after him. Castiel rested against the pillows, winding his arms around Dean as he climbed above him.

"Mmm..." Castiel hummed as their erections brushed together, Dean leaning down to kiss him tenderly as they began to grind against each other, "Need you in me, Dean."

"Alright, gimme a minute." Dean chuckled, grabbing a condom and lube from the bedside draw and lubing up his fingers, "You ready, sugar?"

Castiel chuckled softly at the pet name and spread his legs a little further, and a grin crossed his lips as Dean's finger slid inside his body. He relaxed himself around the intrusion and let Dean continue to work him open, fighting back moans. He let out a half laugh, half moan as Dean brushed against his prostate and Dean smiled back at him, kissing his forehead.

"I've got you." He teased, watching Castiel grimace a little as another moan escaped his lips, "Alright, alright!"

He prepared himself and entered Castiel's body, beginning to move gently only to be pushed onto his back and for Castiel to begin riding him in a way Dean had never seen. It was incredibly passionate and ridiculously sexy, especially when he took Dean's hands and ran them up his body, holding them tightly as he pulled him upward. There was a moment where the two gazed at each other, all seriousness of the situation draping itself over them as they shared a deep, loving kiss.

Pressing their foreheads together, the two continued to move slowly, holding each other close as they moved to their climax.

Rolling over, Castiel rubbed Dean's chest gently, feeling his lover take a hold of his hand and kiss it. They were looking better after the few doses of lotion they'd had, and they weren't as red, while Castiel admitted they weren't as sore.

"Cas?" Dean said softly, his lover humming in response and looking at him while he kept his eyes closed, "Y'know I love you, don't you?"

"I know that like the back of my hand." Castiel whispered, kissing Dean's chest, "You know that I love you, right?"

"Yup." Dean said with a sigh, "More than I know heavy metal music."

"Wow, that's a lot." Castiel laughed, Dean holding onto him and kissing him tenderly, "We should have sex midday more often."

"Absolutely." The older man replied, "You wanna sleep?"

"Mhm." Castiel hummed, snuggling up to Dean and sighing gently, "I'll call Ellen on Monday about the panic attack I had this morning. I've never had one in my sleep."

"Wait, you knew about that?" Dean asked, opening his yes and gazing at his lover.

"I heard you tell Sam on the phone while I was getting ready to go shopping with you." The younger man replied, sitting up a little and caressing Dean's face tenderly, "Why don't you tell me these things, Dean?"

"I didn't want to worry, babe." Dean said quietly, "You've been through enough."

"Thank you for trying to protect me." Castiel began, "But will you please tell me in future? I'd rather know than..."

"Yeah." Dean sighed, "Sorry."

"Shhh." Castiel soothed, "I'm just glad you look after me."

The two settled down and shared tender kisses, eventually falling asleep safe and comfortable in each other's arms.

-TBC-

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