AN: Smut. Quite possibly of the badly written variety. Many hugs to all of you for your reviews and faves and such!

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Blue Lies
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Dean sipped at his beer as he watched Castiel knock back another shot. Part of him regretted letting Castiel get drunk, but he also enjoyed how much more open Castiel was with him. Even if Castiel didn't divulge much information... Every time Dean asked a question that would give him some insight, Castiel would tell him to guess the answer.

'Oh…fuck.'

Dean looked over to see Castiel holding his arms out and staring at the damp spot on his chest.

Castiel looked up at Dean, miserably. 'I spilled my drink,' he whined. His misery was quickly replaced as an idea hit him. 'You should lick it up,' he said as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Dean sighed and set his drink down. 'You know I can't do that, Cas,' he replied. 'We had this talk already.'

'No, we didn't.' Castiel leaned against Dean as he attempted to tug his shirt off. He grunted in frustration, both at Dean and at his shirt. 'It's wet…' He toppled over and landed in Dean's lap. He stared up at Dean pathetically. 'I'm stuck.' He turned his head slightly. 'But since I'm down here…'

Dean quickly backed away. 'I think you should just take a shower.'

'But…don't you want me?' Castiel asked, tears beginning to form.

'Yes, fuck, yes!' Dean held a hand up when Castiel grinned. 'But! I want you sober. I want you to remember. Cas… You have no idea how much I wanna fuck you right now. If you want me to fuck you, act like this when you're not drunk. Please!'

Castiel sat up and huffed, still trying to pull his shirt off. 'So…you can't touch me because I'm drunk,' he said carefully, and Dean nodded. 'Can…can I touch you?'

Dean groaned and leaned back. He couldn't trust his mouth. He looked over to see Castiel staring at him knowingly. 'Cas…'

'I'm gonna take a shower,' Castiel declared. He tried to pull his undershirt over his head, but got it tangled in his blouse. 'Dean… I'm stuck.'

Dean laughed softly as he helped Castiel. He let his hands linger much longer than he probably should have, but he couldn't help it. Feeling Castiel's soft skin under his fingers… He swallowed as he freed Castiel from the shirts and leaned back. 'Go…go take your shower.'

'Not gonna help?'

Dean closed his eyes and breathed evenly. 'No.'

Castiel frowned in disappointment and stumbled towards the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Dean was hit in the head by Castiel's balled up trousers. He looked over at Castiel and immediately regretted it as he had the sudden urge to push Castiel against the wall and fuck him. 'C-Cas…'

'I have an idea,' Castiel slurred as he swayed slightly. 'I get myself off in the shower, and you can sit on the other side of the curtain and listen. Feel free to touch yourself, join me, invite me to touch you, touch…,' he trailed off and stared at the floor. He shook his head then quickly gripped it to make the world stop spinning. 'It's just masturbation,' he reasoned. 'Does that count with your sober thing?'

'It probably should,' Dean said distractedly, not taking his eyes off Castiel.

Castiel tilted his head to the side in thought. He couldn't quite figure out if Dean meant to join him or not. 'I'm…gonna start?' He bit his lip and took a step back. He frowned and looked away when Dean made no move to get up. He turned around and heard a strangled choke come from Dean.

'C-Cas?! W-what…when…?!' Dean tripped over his own feet as he stood. He quickly picked himself up and hurried up to Castiel.

Castiel looked over his shoulder at Dean curiously. He smiled as Dean got closer.

'You have a tattoo?!' Dean reached out and lightly touched Castiel's back, half expecting the feathers to smear. 'This wasn't here before.'

'I used cover up…' Castiel sighed happily and pressed back against Dean's fingers. 'I want you to trace every last line,' he muttered.

Dean pulled his hand back as if burned. 'Maybe later.'

Castiel slumped forward. 'Very well. I'm taking my shower now.'

Dean watched Castiel slowly make his way to the bathroom, leaning against the wall most of the way. He clamped his eyes shut and shook his head. Masturbation. A curtain separating them… He was certain Castiel would make himself be heard either way. He caught up to Castiel and followed him into the bathroom.

Castiel grinned up at Dean as he started the shower. He placed his hands on Dean's shoulders and leaned up to kiss him. He guided Dean to sit on the toilet and winked. 'You just sit tight and listen,' he whispered before disappearing behind the shower curtain.

Dean stared at the curtain. Why did he agree to this? He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the curtain being quickly dragged across the metal bar. He stared up at Castiel, who was giving him a slightly frantic look. 'You okay?'

'Do you think I'm a slut?'

Dean was thrown off by the question. 'What? No,' he replied, confused.

Castiel smiled brightly at Dean before pulling the curtain back shut. 'Mmm… I'm running my hands down my chest. Over my stomach… Dragging my nails up my thighs.'

Castiel's voice echoed through the bathroom, and Dean's breath caught. He closed his eyes and listened as Castiel described touching every part of his body. Every part but the part Dean desperately wanted to touch at that moment.

'Dean…my nipples are so hard…feels so good when I touch them. When I run my fingers over them... Fuck, I wanna touch myself…'

Dean unzipped his pants and pulled his hardened cock out. He slowly began to stroke himself. Up and down, occasionally running his thumb over the pooling precum.

Castiel's moans were becoming more and more desperate. 'Dean,' he whined pathetically, 'I need…please…I wanna touch…wanna touch my cock… Hmm… Ahh…'

'Oh, fuck…' Dean gripped himself harder. Castiel was waiting for permission! He leaned his head back as his breaths came quicker. 'Cas… I want you to grab your cock,' he said and was rewarded with a deep moan from the other side of the curtain. 'Pull slow. I want you to tease yourself. Lightly touch your balls.'

'Dean… Dean, Dean, Dean! Mmmn, yess…'

Dean slowed in his own movements, listening to Castiel. 'Get on your back and bring your knees to your chest.' He listened to the slick squeaks as Castiel got into position. 'Now start playing with your ass.'

'Oh… I want you doing this, Dean,' Castiel begged. 'I want you inside me… God, just come here and fuck me! I want it so bad!'

Dean closed his eyes. He could just imagine himself leaned over Castiel. The other young man on all fours, begging for more, harder, deeper, faster. He stroked himself faster. 'Cas… Fuck yourself on your fingers while you stroke your cock.'

'Ah! I-I.. Oh, Dean! Ffuck… I'm…oh…God, Dean! Uhng!'

Dean pulled on himself a few more times and thrust into his hand as he came. 'Cas…mm…' He sat in silence for a moment as the warm stickiness cooled on his hand. He looked over at the tub as he heard Castiel struggle to move. 'Cas?'

Castiel poked his head out from under the curtain. 'Can I sleep with you tonight?' he asked.

Dean looked away. He sighed and looked back. 'Sure, but put some clothes on,' he replied. 'I don't need you waking up and hating me for doing shit I didn't do.'

Castiel smiled lazily at Dean and propped his head on his hand. 'I could never hate you.'

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When Castiel awoke, he was very comfortable. More comfortable than he had been in a long time. And warm. Very warm. He smiled to himself and snuggled deeper into the sheets. An arm pulled tighter around him, holding him still.

His eyes flew open, and he stopped breathing. He recognized Dean's bedroom. He was in Dean's bed. With Dean. He closed his eyes and relaxed into Dean's hold. He felt so wonderful. Maybe he should try spending the night with Dean during the week. He felt like he needed to wake up like this more often.

A kiss to the back of his neck alerted him to Dean's wakefulness.

'Morning,' Dean said. 'Sleep well?'

Castiel nodded and turned himself around. He stared at Dean's lips before closing the distance between them. He licked and nipped at Dean's lips.

Dean rolled Castiel onto his back and straddled Castiel's hips. He bent down and fucked Castiel's mouth with his tongue, pulling out delicious moans.

Castiel rolled his hips up against Dean. He groaned louder as Dean switched to sucking on his neck.

There was a loud banging on the wall, and they both froze.

Dean growled in frustration as he rolled off of Castiel and left the bedroom.

Castiel stared at the ceiling. He could hear muffled voices coming from the other room, but couldn't make out what was being said. He sat up and looked around the room. He looked down at the obscenely purple boxers and Prince t-shirt he wore, and wondered where his clothes had got to. He sighed and got out of the bed. Hesitantly, he made his way to the living room and found Dean and Sam glaring at each other. Gabriel sat on the couch, pretending to read a book.

Gabriel looked over to Castiel and mouthed 'sorry' as he shrugged helplessly.

Castiel shook his head and looked away before fully entering the room. 'Dean?'

Dean plastered on a smile before facing Castiel. 'You wanna go out to breakfast?' he asked.

Castiel frowned slightly, catching Sam's exasperated sigh. 'Um… Okay… Er…I'll, uh, need to stop at Gabriel's to change,' he replied.

'Nah, you can just wear some on mine. I'll even let you choose,' Dean said as he walked past Castiel and back to the bedroom.

Castiel looked from Sam to Gabriel. What were Sam and Dean arguing about? Did Sam suspect something?

'Ca-as!'

'S-sorry,' Castiel mumbled before joining Dean.

Gabriel sighed and set the book down as Sam sat next to him on the couch. 'Sammy… I know you don't wanna hear this, but…don't get involved,' he said quietly.

Sam leaned back and ran a hand over his face. 'But this is so fucked up,' he hissed, keeping an eye on the hallway. 'Cas is lying about everything, and Dean's lying to him, and…it's just…not normal.'

Gabriel shook his head. 'I don't think Cas is capable of a normal relationship,' he replied. He took Sam's hand in his and lightly kissed it. 'But it's his, and I try not to get involved once it's started. He seems happy. It's like it's actually more than a fling.'

Dean and Castiel emerged. Castiel kept pulling at the large band shirt he wore. As much as he was loving wearing Dean's clothes, it didn't feel right. It was too…comfortable. Too lax. He wanted his button-up shirt and tie back. He gave Gabriel a forlorn look as his brother giggled at him.

'Cas, you look…normal,' Gabriel said.

'See? Told ya', you look great!' Dean said as he wrapped an arm around Castiel's shoulders and pulled him close. 'We'll be back later.'

Sam looked down at Gabriel after the front door closed. 'Why do you guys let him get away with it? Why don't you call him out more?' he asked.

Gabriel shrugged. 'We used to. Michael would yell at him for every little thing, but it didn't help. If Michael caught him lying when we were out somewhere, he would point it out. In front of everyone. It didn't matter who, it didn't matter what it was about… Cas would get so embarrassed, and…for a while, he really hated Michael. More than Lucifer ever did,' he replied as he ran his thumb over Sam's knuckles. 'And then…one day it just stopped. Michael gave up or something. He'll still do it when it's just us, but he doesn't do it in public anymore.'

'What do you think will happen when Cas finds out that Dean knows?'

Gabriel stared up at Sam worriedly. 'I don't know,' he whispered. 'Maybe he'll take it well…but... It's not like he's never dated someone that knew. He's had several. Some liked to play along, but they never lasted more than a month. I'm surprised Dean's stuck around this long.'

'I think Dean sees it as a challenge,' Sam replied. 'He says he knows he can't fix Cas, but… I just think it would be better if he said something, anything, to Cas!'

Gabriel laughed as he hopped onto Sam's lap. He slowly ran his fingers through Sam's hair and leaned forward. 'Let's worry about it later,' he said quietly. He pressed his lips against Sam's and tugged lightly on Sam's hair.

'Fine. Just promise me one thing,' Sam said as he rested his hands on Gabriel's thighs.

'Anything.'

'Talk to him. At least ask Castiel to tell Dean the truth.'

Gabriel bit his lip as he sat back. 'He'll just ignore me…but, I'll talk to him,' he promised.

Sam smiled at Gabriel. 'Thank you.'

Gabriel giggled as Sam hefted him off his perch and onto his back. He wrapped his legs around Sam as the much taller boy began kissing his way down. He bucked up as he felt Sam working to unfasten his jeans. 'Y'know…,' he said in-between pants, 'you're kinda a dick to be doing this after cock-blocking your big brother.'

Sam grinned as he scraped his nails over Gabriel's pubic hair. 'That's his problem, not mine.'

Gabriel gasped as Sam's tongue worked its way along the shaft of his penis. He clung to Sam's hair as Sam swirled his tongue over the tip and softly brushed his lips over it.

Sam repositioned himself slightly and held Gabriel's hips in place before slowly taking the cock into his mouth.

'Nngh, Sammy…' Gabriel tried to thrust up into the wet heat, but Sam had him pinned. He writhed as Sam's lips got closer and closer to the base of his cock. He moaned and begged, grabbing at the couch. 'Sammy, please…more… Feels so good. So hot.'

Sam finally had all of Gabriel's cock in his mouth and began to slowly come back up, sucking and running his tongue back and forth. When he reached the tip he ran his tongue along the slit, drawing out a pitiful moan from Gabriel.

Gabriel bucked up the moment Sam released his hold, but all he hit was air. He opened his eyes and stared at the vacant spot in front of him. 'Sam? Sammy?!'

Sam quickly returned with a small bottle, a condom, and a shit-eating grin. 'I thought you said you wanted me to fuck you.'

Gabriel blushed deeply. So far, it had been him on top. And, yes, he wanted to know what it would be like to have Sam thrusting into him, but he hadn't expected Sam to take his dirty talk from last night seriously. And so soon.

Sam's smile fell. 'If you're not comfortable, we don't have to.'

Gabriel quickly kicked his jeans and boxers off. 'I want to! I'm good,' he insisted. He spread his legs wide, displaying himself to the world. 'Go for it!'

Sam raised a brow. 'Uh-huh… Let's take this to my room.' He handed the lube and condom to Gabriel then picked up the smaller man with little effort.

Gabriel giggled and wrapped his arms around Sam's neck. 'You know just how to make me feel like a princess!'

Sam kissed Gabriel as he set him on the bed and began to undress. He knelt onto the bed and sucked in a breath as Gabriel attacked one of his nipples. He raked his nails along Gabriel's back as a hand loosely cupped his balls.

'Want me to suck you? Suck you so hard you beg to cum?' Gabriel took Sam's cock in his mouth. He was much quicker about exploring every vein and contour than Sam had been. He finished by lapping at the precum forming. 'Mm, I wanna fuck you so hard,' he said as he licked at Sam's balls. 'Shove my cock in your hole and—'

He was cut off as Sam grabbed him by the hair and firmly, but gently, guided him up. 'No, I'm fucking you today. Remember?' He didn't wait for an answer and claimed Gabriel's mouth. He ran his tongue along Gabriel's teeth and slowly pushed Gabriel back against the bed. He pulled back and flipped Gabriel over.

Gabriel's breath caught as Sam pulled him up onto his knees. This was really going to happen. He had fucked himself on his own fingers thinking about it, but he knew his fingers wouldn't compare to the size of Sam's cock. He shivered in anticipation as Sam's hands massaged his cheeks. He heard the soft pop of the lube opening and held his breath.

He clamped his eyes shut and reminded himself to breath. He opened them when he felt Sam's hand lightly rub his back. He looked back curiously to see Sam's concerned expression.

'Gabe, we don't have to…'

Gabriel could see Sam's fingers already slicked up and ready. He took a calming breath. It would be alright. Sam would be careful and gentle. Probably too gentle, if there was such a thing. He nodded as he swallowed. 'I want to. I trust you, Sam.'

Sam kissed Gabriel's back as he slowly circled the tight entrance with his fingers, massaging the lube into the skin. Slowly, carefully, he pushed a finger in. He paused as Gabriel hissed and clamped around him. 'Relax,' he said softly as he rubbed his other hand up and down Gabriel's back.

Gabriel nodded and laughed. 'I know…' He evened out his breathing and let his muscles relax around the intrusive finger. He breathed deeply as Sam pressed further in. He gasped as Sam crooked his finger and barely grazed his prostate. 'S-Sammy…right there...'

Sam poured a little more lube onto his fingers as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, seeking out the small gland.

Gabriel pushed back as Sam's finger went deeper. He groaned lowly as Sam put more pressure on the small bump within him and lightly teased it. 'Sammy, that feels so good…so much better than my own…'

Sam smiled as he pulled his finger back again. He carefully added a second finger and very slowly pushed back in, twisting as he went. He kissed the small of Gabriel's back as Gabriel moaned obscenely into the sheets. He reached in front of Gabriel and took Gabriel's cock into his hand. He gave it a soft squeeze as he teased Gabriel's prostate.

'Oh, God! Sammy!' He thrust back and forth on the fingers, trying to coax a rhythm out of Sam. 'Sammy, more! Please, your fingers feel so fucking good. I want more!' he begged.

Sam continued to twist and push and scissor Gabriel's hole at a leisurely pace. 'We're getting there,' he soothed.

'Fuck, just a little faster? Just a little… A little more, please?' Gabriel moaned softly as he tried to look back at Sam. 'I can take it… I wanna take it. Feel your cock in my ass…slamming into me… Mmm.'

Sam gave Gabriel's cock a few swift strokes, rendering Gabriel momentarily speechless as he cried out in pleasure. He added a third finger, soon followed by a fourth.

Gabriel was no longer begging, just making unintelligible sounds and barely able to hold himself up with his arms. Sam's hand left his cock, and he felt a strange void as the exploring fingers left him. He caught his breath as he listened to the sound of a condom being unwrapped. He concentrated on relaxing as he felt the head of Sam's cock press against his entrance. He hissed as more of the cool lubricant dripped onto his ass.

'Ready?' Sam asked. 'You can still change your mind.'

Gabriel laughed, slightly dazed from being brought to the edge of orgasm and back. 'Y-yeah… Go…go all the way in first, then…then pull back real slow and then fuck me hard.'

Sam shook his head as he pushed past Gabriel's sphincter. He hissed at the warm tightness as he buried himself. He stopped and held still, feeling Gabriel spasm around him. When Gabriel started whining, he began to pull back.

'Oh…oh, oh…Sam! Ah…f-faster… Faster!' Gabriel tried to rock against Sam, but Sam held him in place. He let out a choked sob as Sam pulled out completely. 'Sammy! Do it, fuck me! Your cock feels so good… Am I tight enough for you? Tell me I'm good and tight…'

Sam leaned down as he pushed back in. 'You're perfect,' he whispered. 'Perfect with a tight little ass just for me.' He started a slow pace, keeping Gabriel from going any faster.

'Just for you, Sammy… Faster…faster,' he begged.

Sam increased his speed and angled his hips slightly. With each thrust, Gabriel cried out louder, and louder.

'There! Yes! Fuck, yes! God, don't stop,' he shouted as he was finally allowed to move his hips. He rocked in time to Sam, feeling Sam push deeper and deeper, each pass had Sam's cock rubbing into his prostate. 'Your cock feels so good… You're gonna make me cum… Hold my cock while I cum? Please? Let me cum on your hand? Please, Sammy?'

Sam obliged and reached in front, taking Gabriel's cock in his hand. He slowly ran his hand up and down the length, running his thumb over the tip. He thrust harder as Gabriel squirmed beneath him, crying out for Sam. He grunted as Gabriel's muscles clamped down on him, and Gabriel's thick seed spilled onto his hand. After three more thrusts, he dragged his nails down Gabriel's back, leaving an angry red trail behind. 'Gabe! Fuck!' He rode out his orgasm, slowing his movements, before almost collapsing against Gabriel.

Sam pulled out of Gabriel's ass, and Gabriel gave up on supporting himself, crashing into the bed. Sam sat back and watched Gabriel turn over. 'You alright?' he asked, his voice a little gruff.

Gabriel nodded enthusiastically. 'That was great!' he exclaimed. 'My ass feels weird now, but other than that… We should do that again.'

Sam laughed as he pushed his bangs out of his eyes. 'I'd like that.'

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One week later, Gabriel was happily mixing himself a heavily-sugared latte. He had the apartment to himself that week, and he was going to enjoy it.

Castiel had given some excuse about needing to clean out his studio space, which would require several days and heavy scrubbing. The excuse he had given Dean was that there was a death in the family. Somewhat true, Lucifer's dog had recently died. The real reason was that Castiel had to hang a new show at a gallery a state over, then make an appearance at the opening.

There was a knock at the door. Gabriel opened the door and was knocked back as Dean pushed his way in. He stumbled and shut the door, staring in bewilderment at Dean.

'He is driving me insane!' Dean almost shouted. He paced back and forth, scratching at his head in frustration. 'How the fuck does he do it?!'

'What? Do what? What are we talking about?' Gabriel asked. He walked back over to his latte and held it protectively.

'It's like dating two people!' Dean said as he finally stopped pacing and slumped into a chair. 'And the one that wants sex, I can't touch!'

'So…we're talking about Cas?'

'Yes!'

'You and Cas aren't fucking like little gay bunnies?' Gabriel was having trouble wrapping his head around the thought. His brother was very enthusiastic about sex—Michael had said as much, but nowhere near as politely. Castiel's exes had also said as much. He just…liked sex. A lot. Gabriel was the same way. He considered it to be one of the few things they had in common.

'Last night, I fell asleep during the movie, and you know what he did?'

Gabriel shook his head.

'Woke me up with a blow job!' Dean threw his arms in the air as he said it.

'Er…'

'Not complaining,' Dean added, 'but every time I tell him we can't do anything unless he's sober, he looks like I killed his puppy or something. It's just…hot and cold with him. Drunk, he's all over me. Sober, he wants to take his time, go slow. Y'know, that's fine. Whatever. But I wish to fuckin' Christ he would just pick one and stick with it!'

'Maybe…you should just move on,' Gabriel said quietly as he stared into his drink. 'Dean, I hate to break it to you, but Cas'll get over you. No problem.'

'But, I like him,' Dean admitted. 'Both sides.' Dean sighed miserably. 'I like him when he's being honest. I like him when he's lying. Hell, even the stupid-obvious ones. He's…actually considerate in a roundabout way.'

Gabriel chewed his lip. 'Well, I will say that you've lasted longer than the others. It's…like a record.'

'I dunno, maybe Sam's right. Maybe I should say something to him. Let him know I'm onto him.' Dean looked up at Gabriel for an answer.

Gabriel frowned and looked away. 'I already spoke to Cas. Told him he should tell you the truth, but… I dunno if he will. He said he'd do it. For all I know, he'll tell you the truth when you break up with him. That tends to be when he comes clean.'

'I'm not breaking up with him just to get him to confess,' Dean said as he leaned back and crossed his arms.

Gabriel shrugged and shook his head. 'I don't know what to tell you, then.'

Dean sighed and ran his hands through his hair. 'Right… So he'll be back Saturday?'

Gabriel nodded. 'First Friday. He has a gallery opening. He'll probably be there for about an hour or so, claim he has laryngitis, then run away. That's what he usually does,' he explained.

Dean stared at the floor. He had about a week to try and figure something out. Should he just let everything run its course, or should he take Sam's advice? What would happen if he 'accidentally' caught Castiel in one of his lies? Would Castiel be able to weasel his way out like he had with the Rocky Horror incident, or would he give up and come clean? Dean just didn't know. And he didn't want to give up on Castiel just yet, either.

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Before Dean knew what happened, it was Saturday night. Castiel had shown up on Dean's doorstep, looking as happy as could be. Dean could tell something was off, though. Castiel's smile was forced and he seemed to be just a little snippy as he spoke. He guessed the gallery opening didn't go so great. That, or Castiel was unable to escape the opening.

Fortunately, Castiel's mood improved as the night wore on. He relaxed more and his smiles became more genuine. And he became more clingy.

Dean let Castiel snuggle against him, and was a little surprised that Castiel hadn't tried to do anything more. Castiel was content to just remain in Dean's arms and lightly run his hand over Dean's chest.

'I used you as a reference,' Castiel said, abruptly. 'You're in my new series.'

'Oh, yeah?' Dean kissed the top of Castiel's head. 'That's nice of you.'

'I'm not gonna sell it, though. I'm gonna keep it. As a reminder.'

Dean frowned. 'Reminder of what?'

'Of us,' Castiel replied as he picked at his nails. 'It's gonna end. It always ends.' He said and hugged Dean. 'I don't want it to end…'

Dean hugged Castiel back. 'Hey, who said it's gonna end?' He looked down at Castiel worriedly as he felt Castiel begin to cry. 'Cas?'

'I…I love you!' Castiel confessed into Dean's shirt. 'No one's ever stuck around as long as you… You're…you're gonna leave me soon. I know it!' He hugged tighter as he sobbed.

Dean's heart stopped. 'Cas… You…you love me?'

Castiel nodded before looking up at Dean, eyes red and wet, snot starting to run from his nose. 'I love you so much… I-I don't wanna lose you!'

Dean stared at Castiel. Castiel had never lied to him while drunk. Evaded questions, yes, but never lied. 'Cas…'

Castiel's sobs renewed and he buried his face in Dean's shirt.

Dean ran his hand through Castiel's hair soothingly. 'Not that you'll remember, but I think I might love you, too,' he said softly. He tipped Castiel's chin up and kissed the distraught young man.

Castiel sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. He gave Dean a wobbly smile. 'No, you don't… No one loves me.'

Dean watched Castiel and thought about it. Did he love Castiel? He knew he liked Castiel. Really liked him. He was fun to be around. Dean liked surprising Castiel, taking his keys, and finding out what station the younger man had left the radio on. He was slowly figuring Castiel out. Finding out his likes and dislikes. The more he found out, the more Castiel seemed to smile. There were a few mistakes, but now, every time Dean ordered for Castiel, he would brighten up, impressed and delighted that Dean knew just what to get. Dean loved Castiel's smile. Loved the way Castiel's nose would crinkle. Loved how Castiel's hands always smelled over-sterilized. And as frustrating as it was, and as much as he hated it, he loved how Castiel knew just what to say and do to tempt him.

He brought his hand up and held the back of Castiel's neck as he reached his conclusion. He pulled Castiel forward. 'I do love you, Castiel. All of you,' he whispered before softly kissing Castiel.

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Castiel stretched as he woke up. He felt giddy. He had no idea why, but he was. He smiled as he sat up in Dean's bed. He quickly noticed how he was the only one in the bed. He was about to go in search of Dean when the man in question appeared in the doorway with a glass of orange juice.

'Morning!' Dean brightly greeted.

Castiel smiled up at Dean as he hugged his knees to his chest. 'Good morning, Dean.'

Dean handed the glass to Castiel and sat next to him.

'Thank you.' He took a sip and looked over at Dean's smiling face. 'It's good to be back,' he said quietly. 'Here. With you.'

Dean laughed softly as he ruffled Castiel's hair. 'I'm glad you're back, too.'

Castiel finished off his drink and rolled the glass back and forth between his hands. 'Was there anything you wanted to do today?' he asked.

'Not really,' Dean said as he slowly pushed against Castiel, guiding him to the center of the bed. He crawled on top of Castiel and positioned a knee between the other's legs, parting them. 'But I do have an idea…'

Castiel's heart beat faster. He wanted this so much. He had been so patient. They were far enough along for him to not seem too eager, right? He sighed happily as Dean nibbled at his earlobe. 'Dean…don't stop. Please, don't stop.'

Dean grinned as he kissed his way along Castiel's jaw and settled on his lips. 'I'll only stop if you ask me to,' he promised.

Castiel smiled up at Dean and moaned as Dean palmed his crotch. 'Yess…'

Dean rubbed a little more, tracing Castiel's balls and cock through the loose fabric of the boxers.

Castiel had his arms above his head as he panted and gasped. Dean's hand dipped lower and followed Castiel's perineum to his ass.

Dean pushed lightly at Castiel's hole through the cloth and grinned as Castiel keened and thrust his hips up. He continued to tease as he captured Castiel lips and sucked at Castiel's tongue. 'You're so beautiful like this,' he whispered.

'Dean…' Castiel grabbed at Dean's shoulders and gripped tightly as he moved his leg so Dean had better access. 'Oh! Ahh…'

'Mmm… Cas, I love you so much.'

Castiel's heart skipped a beat and he froze. Dean had sounded so sincere. He stared up at Dean and smiled uncertainly. 'Uh… A-are you just saying that to get in my pants?' he asked.

Dean laughed and shook his head, claiming Castiel's lips with another kiss. 'No, I really do love you,' he said.

'N-no, you don't,' Castiel insisted.

Dean's smile faltered at Castiel's devastated look. 'Cas…' He cupped Castiel's face with both hands. 'Cas, I thought long and hard about it. I love you. Really.'

Dean wasn't prepared when Castiel scrambled out from beneath him.

Castiel fell off the bed in his rush to get away from Dean. 'No, you don't!' he shouted as he stood. He backed away as he hugged himself. 'You're not in love with me, you're in love with an idea! Not me! Not the real me! You don't even know me!'

Dean stared in shock. He hadn't meant to set Castiel off. 'Cas—'

'Shut up! I've been lying to you this whole fucking time, and you say you love me?!' Castiel screeched. 'I'm not who you think I am. I'm not looking to go to college for fucking history of all things! I spent my college fund on my fucking car! Everything I've told you was meant to make you like me more, get you into bed with me, not love me!' He began to shake as he backed into the wall. 'You can't love me! No one loves me! No one stays! They all leave because they can't stand me! My own family doesn't like me! What makes you think you could possibly love me?!'

Tears rolled down Castiel's cheeks. He took in Dean's shocked face and quickly left the room.

The slamming of the front door pulled Dean from his shock. He hurried to chase after Castiel, getting tangled in the sheets and falling to the ground. He struggled to release himself. He heard Castiel's car start and finally freed his legs from the sheets. He rushed out the door and tried to flag Castiel down as the Camaro sped away.

'Fuck!'