A/N Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I really wasn't sure if I was going to continue this fic or not. I haven't heard if anyone is enjoying it, so I hope that you are.
Just a warning, this chapter is definitely porn. I've never written porn before, so... here it goes.
When Dean's eyes opened, he knew exactly where he was. It was the bed. The crisp white sheets, the four posters on the bed, the fluffy pillows. And he could feel that wonderful warmth and heaviness lying next to him. He turned and was gazing into those amazing blue eyes. "Cas," he breathed, with a smile on his face. Cas just looked back at him. "Hello Dean. I've missed you." Dean's hands were exploring the angel's body. God,he feels so good. Cas' skin was so hot and it made Dean happy to touch him. Cas leaned into Dean, placing a small kiss on his cheek. He loved the feel of his hunters hands all over him, but he had a nagging feeling of doubt and guilt. Dean had no idea that the angel was really and truly with him. Cas had always been able to visit Dean in his deams. When he could not safely meet with the hunter in person, dreams were a safe haven. But Cas could not resist coming to be with dean here, in their place. He had made this place for them. Since Dean wouldn't admit his feelings for Cas and certainly wouldn't act on them in the real world, Cas needed this place. It was the only place he and Dean could be together, without the guilt and fear that he knew Dean would feel out there. He hated to trick his love, but he needed Dean, needed his touch, and this was the only way.
Cas' arousal was evident to Dean. God, this is the best dream, he thought. I don't ever want to wake up. Their lips touched and Deans physical need for Cas bubbled over. The kisses became fast and furious, their hands touching every inch of skin possible. Dean gasped when Cas' hand enclosed around his aching cock. A moan escaped Cas' mouth at that glorious sound. He reached further down, parting Dean's legs and palmed his balls. Dean's head fell back on teh pillow and his eyes rolled back. "Cas..." he moaned. "Please... I need more... I...want..." Cas lifted himself over the hunter and knelt between his legs. He looked directly into those emerald eyes. He was so beautiful, panting and needy like this. Cas reached for a bottle of lube that had appeared next to them on the bed, out of no where. He slicked up his fingers. "Hurry, Cas. Need you now," Dean panted. Cas placed one of his long, slender fingers at Dean's entrance, eliciting a moan that Cas could listen too forever. "Are you read, Dean? Do you want this?" asked Cas. To Dean, this was a dream, but that didn't mean he couldn't change his mind, and Cas wanted to give him the chance. "Y-yes. Please Cas. I need you," said Dean in a whimpering voice. Cas stealed himself and pressed into Dean's hole. His cock was aching and he could hardly wait to feel Dean. The hunter gasped, slamming his eyes shut and called out to his angel.
Cas stopped, waiting for Dean to adjust to the burn and fullness. He didn't want to hurt Dean, but the look of his hunter writhing on the bed with that wrecked look on his face made him feel like he was going to implode. Dean started to push against Cas' finger bucking to feel more pleasure, so Cas added another finger. Dean felt so hot inside, so amazing. The angel's cock was leaking precome and he couldn't wait any longer. "I have to feel you Dean. Are you ready for me?" Dean's eye opened wide and he said, " Fill me up Cas. I need to feel all of you." He was panting when he felt Cas push inside of him. At first, the only thing Dean could think of was, My God, I'm splitting apart. But Cas stayed still. He didn't move. By God, he wanted to, but he didn't. He felt like he was going to come right then and there. Cas didn't realize his eyes were closed until Dean said, "Angel, open your eyes. Look at me, and for fuck's sake, MOVE!" Cas smiled, and began to slowly move in and out of Dean. "FUCK!" he said. "you're so tight, feel so good Dean." Cas had never done this before, and he was sure Dean hadn't either, but damn, did it feel exquisite. Dean let out a gasp and his eyes go extra wide on one thrust. His prostate. "OH. MY. GOD. Do that AGAIN!" Cas kept that angel and kept thrusting. Dean was seeing stars, and felt that warmth pool in his lower abdomen. "Cas! FUCK! I'm gonna..." Cas was decreased to grunts and whimpers, unable to put sounds together to make words. He was so close. He felt Dean tense around his cock and yelled "Dean, I love you!" as they both came at the same time. Cas collapsed on top of Dean, both breathing hard and shaking. Dean murmured, "Love you too, Cas. Always."
Dean awoke the next morning in his motel room. He was sore and tired and could not figure out why. Then his dream came back to him. But, you can't feel physical aches and pains after a dream, can you? Panic and acid bubbled up in his stomach. It was not real. It couldn't be. It was one of his many hot, sexy, dreams about Cas. This one had gone much further than his others, but still...
Cas stood invisibly in Dean's motel room. He saw the look of panic on the hunter's face, knowing Dean had remembered their night together. All he wanted to do was take Dean into his arms and comfort him, tell him it would be okay. That he'd always be there for him. Cas couldn't resist, he had to touch Dean. He put his hand on his shoulder, and saw the hunter visibly relax.
Dean felt a warmth on his shoulder. It was comforting, felt safe-it felt like Cas. But it couldn't be. He hadn't seen the angel in weeks. Well, not really seen the angel in weeks. Except, that dream last night; it felt so real. So good. Maybe... "Cas? Are you here?"