Chapter Seven: Apologising and Making Up.
"I am sorry." Castiel said as he stood close to the shut door, his eyes focused only on Dean who was laid on his back in the middle of his bed. Everything was quiet. "Dean, please...I did not mean to get at you...I am sorry." He said still looking at Dean, his eyes filling with tears; he had come back to Dean...and they had spent most of their little time together arguing. He didn't like it.
Dean continued to stay quiet for a moment, thinking about how he was acting...over the past week he had imagined that Cas wasn't actually dead and that they were still together, still happy. But now he was actually back all he had done was kick off and make Castiel feel like he was the one that needed to apologise. He looked over at Castiel, and his face saddened as his boyfriend immediately dropped his head avoiding Dean's gaze. 'I'm such a dick.' He pushed himself into a sitting position and after a few seconds patted the space next to him, knowing Cas would sit there.
Castiel looked up when he heard Dean's hand pat the mattress. He noticed Dean wasn't looking at him anymore; his gaze was on the wall opposite his bed. He slowly moved to the bed -dropping his coat onto the floor as he went- and climbed onto the double bed, sitting close to Dean.
Neither of them said a word or even moved for at least five minutes. Dean was the first to move; he wrapped his arm around Castiel's shoulders and pulled him closer to him. "I'm sorry..." He said quietly. "I'm sorry I yelled at you...I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."
Castiel shook his head. "No, it was not your fault. I am the one that brought it all up, so I am sorry."
"Geez Cas, just shut up. I'm the one who started yelling first and if you hadn't have told me about...about him, how would I be able to help stop him? So, just...stop blaming yourself, please Cas. I didn't mean to shout at you...I just...uh, I don't know..." Dean said uncomfortably. His arm tightened around Cas' shoulders and he turned his head to bury it into Castiel's hair. "I wanted you back so badly...I didn't want to live without you...I needed you back...and I've got you back and all I've done is yell at you...I didn't want it to be like this..." He said quietly, tears slipping free from his eyes.
Castiel twisted against Dean's body and wrapped his arms around him. "It is okay, so please, stop crying. I do not like seeing you cry."
"I know." Dean said and then kissed at Cas' neck. "I'm sorry." He kissed his boyfriend's neck again, his left hand gripping tightly at his hip and pulling him closer while his right hand tugged at Castiel's dark hair, pulling his head back and giving Dean more and easier access to his neck.
Castiel moved his legs so they were at each side of Dean's body. Even though Dean's hand was pulling his head back, he moved it even further back. "D-Dean...?" He asked as he felt Dean's lips stop moving up his neck.
Dean tightened his grip on Castiel's hip and rested his forehead against his neck. "We shouldn't be doing this right now. They're things I haven't asked yet...things I don't know..." He mumbled, his lips brushing against Castiel's neck as he spoke.
"Dean...w-we can talk about everything after we do this." Castiel said quietly, his hands gripping at Dean's arms.
"But Cas..."
Castiel moved his hands from Dean's arms to his face, cupping it and pulling him closer. "We...can...talk...about everything...after..." He said between quick kisses to Dean's lips. "Dean please, I want this...I want you." He said whispering the last three words into Dean's mouth.
Dean didn't need to hear anything else right now –he would get his answers later. He closed the small gap between them and pressed his lips to Castiel's feverishly. His hands grabbed at Cas' body and pulled him closer and onto his lap. Their lips opened against each other's and their tongues slid together. His hands pulled at Castiel's shirt, just ripping it open and once he pushed it off of his boyfriend's shoulders his hands went straight to undoing his trousers.
Castiel moaned as he felt Dean's hand rub over his boxer clad cock.
Dean grinned against Castiel's open mouth and rocked forward, knocking Castiel flat onto his back and he fell forward onto him...their lips not leaving the other's once. He pulled and pushed at Cas' trousers and boxers, shoving them all the way down to his knees. He pulled away from Cas' lips, they were both panting deeply, and knelt on his knees as he stared at his boyfriend laid out in front of him; Cas' arms were above his head, his cheeks were red, his lips were parted as he panted deeply, his chest was rising and falling rapidly also because of his panting, his thighs were parted so they were revealing everything to Dean...with his trousers gathered at his knees. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and threw it to the floor, before pulling Castiel's trousers and boxers off of his legs and then leaned back down over his boyfriend.
"Stay...stay here..." Castiel panted as he wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, pulling him down onto his body and holding him there as he pressed their lips together.
Dean pulled away from Cas' lips, licking across the bottom one before he made his way to his neck, kissing and nipping at the skin. He slipped his left hand in-between their bodies and his fingers quickly found their way to Castiel's small puckered opening. He loved the way Castiel gasped as his first finger slipped inside him. He quickly slipped another one in, not waiting for Cas to adjust to the first one.
Castiel was gasping and panting as Dean made quick work of opening him up. He watched as Dean slipped his fingers free from him and pushed his thighs further apart while he knelt in-between his legs. He only now realised Dean still had his jeans on.
Dean unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before he pushed them and his boxers half-way down his thighs. He leaned back over Castiel, his left hand pressed palm flat against the mattress as his right hand took hold of his hard weeping member and lined up with Cas' wet widened opening. He pressed the head of his cock into Castiel...and watched his boyfriend's mouth open wide as he moaned. He pushed in deeper and used his right hand to caress Castiel's face, soothingly and lovingly.
Castiel cried out as he felt Dean push hard, quickly bottoming out inside him. Neither of them waited for Castiel to adjust to Dean's long thick length in him before they were moving; Dean pulled half-way out and shoved back in, Cas was lifting his hips and moving with Dean.
They kept their eyes locked together as Dean began moving faster and faster, pounding in and out of Castiel.
Castiel lifted his legs from the bed and wrapped them around his blond boyfriend's waist and his left hand gripped at his shoulder, clinging to him. "Ah! D-Dean...ah, Dean, I..." He panted. He knew he wasn't going to last long and it felt as though they had only just started. He hadn't realised it before, but when he was in limbo and since he arrived back on earth...he had been craving Dean and his touch. He knew that was why he was almost finished...already. "...Dean, I-I..."
Dean knew what Cas was trying to say...he was in the same shape. He angled his hips and pushed forward back into his boyfriend; he rolled his hips, making his toned stomach press against Cas' hard cock, rubbing against it as he moved faster and harder, in and out of him.
He felt the head of his member prod against his boyfriend's prostrate...and he knew he had defiantly hit it by the way Castiel cried out his name. He pounded into his boyfriend harder and harder, making sure he hit that spot again and again.
"D-De-an!" Castiel cried out as he came, his hot white seed splashing over his own and Dean's stomach's.
Dean shoved into him once more and he came hard and quickly into Castiel, with a loud shout of his lover's name. "Cas!" After a few more lazy thrusts he fell down onto Castiel. After a short while of silence, Dean kissed Cas' neck and whispered against it, "I love you, Castiel."
Castiel smiled happily and contently as he wrapped his arms around Dean's body, his hands gripping possessively at his back. "I love you, too Dean."
Sam was laid on the sofa, his head resting on a cushion propped up against the arm. His eyes were locked on the faded red-pink mark on Spencer's cheek; Spencer was laid on his back in-between Sam's legs, his eyes shut lightly in sleep with his not marked cheek resting on his right thigh and his left arm was holding onto Sam's other thigh while his right arm was wrapped awkwardly but comfortably around Sam's waist. Sam's left hand was resting on Spencer's hip, his thumb playing with the skin where Spencer's shirt had ridden up.
They had been about to go to his bedroom when he heard a noise come from Dean's room, he had gone back into the living room and told Spencer they were staying in the there for a little while longer. Spencer had given him a confused look at first, but then nodded and said he understood. They had put some old movie that was on one of the TV channels on...Sam had gotten bored of it less than half-way through and decided he and Spencer should just sit and make-out for a while. So they did.
It had made him forget. Forget that his brother's boyfriend –who was also like another big brother to him- had died two weeks ago. Forget that he had come back from the dead. Forget that he only had three days back on earth...forget that he and his boyfriend knew that, but Dean didn't.
He hadn't thought about that stuff once while his lips were on Spencer's and his neck and his chest and even his stomach. But since Spencer had fallen asleep, that was all he could think about, that...and what he should do with the information he knew.
Should he tell Dean?
Should he wait for Castiel to tell Dean?
But...he knew Castiel didn't want to tell Dean, he didn't want to upset Dean, he didn't want to leave Dean. Sam felt tears fill his eyes as he thought about his brother and how he was going to be when Cas was gone again. Devastated didn't even begin to cover it.
He shook his head; he didn't want to think about the bad things that would come...he wanted to focus on now and the next three days, the time they had with Castiel, the time Dean had left with the person he loved most.
His eyes focused on Spencer...and again, he tried to imagine what he would be like without him. He knew he hadn't known Spencer for half as long as Dean had known Castiel and that they had got together after an uncomfortable and embarrassing –for Spencer- situation...but that didn't matter, he would be just as bad as Dean had been the past weeks. He knew he would.
Sam shifted and leaned forward awkwardly; he pressed his lips to Spencer's hair and whispered, "I love you." He lay back down.
Spencer stirred in his sleep; his head rolled so it rested on Sam's other thigh. "Love you, too." He mumbled in his sleep.
They had been laid in silence, just enjoying the other's presence, for almost an hour.
Dean's hand was moving up and down Castiel's back in soothing, gentle circles. "Cas...do you...erm, do you remember what you...y'know went through?"
Castiel lifted his head and rested his chin on Dean's chest, his eyes staring into his boyfriend's. "Do you mean from the accident?" He asked quietly.
Dean's face was sad with a hint of hope as he nodded.
"Yes." Castiel said quietly; he didn't want to lie to Dean more than he was already. He watched the hope disappear from Dean's face immediately and it saddened impossibly more. "But I remember you screaming for help for me. I remember you holding my hand and telling me you wouldn't leave me." He smiled softly, lovingly, gratefully.
Dean looked away, trying to hide the tears in his eyes.
After a moment Castiel moved his hand up and gently pulled on Dean's face, making him look at him. "Is that all you wanted to know? I thought you wanted to ask me questions."
Dean cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah, I, err...where were you? I mean, y'know while you weren't here." His hand moved up Cas' back to his hair, playing with it and tugging it gently now and then.
"I was in what Kyle said was limbo...I did not like it all that much. It was nothing but...whiteness. Everywhere." Castiel told him. His mind wondered to Kyle...he wondered if he was okay, if he was still in limbo or if he had moved on yet. He hoped he would see him again, he liked Kyle.
"But...you weren't been hurt...o-or anything. You weren't somewhere dangerous?" Dean asked, obviously worried.
Castiel smiled softly again; he loved how Dean worried for him...even if he didn't like making Dean worry. "No, I was never in any danger. There was only myself and Kyle there."
Dean's hand stopped in Castiel's hair. "You've, err, mentioned that name a few times now...who is he?"
Castiel tilted his head to side slightly...and then realised why Dean was asking about Kyle. "Kyle is my friend. He was in limbo when I arrived there...he has been there for a few years now, he refuses to move on. He is very nice and he helped me a lot; he showed me how to see my memories and how to see what you were doing while I was not here." He paused and watched Dean. "I think you would have liked him too...he is very friendly but has his cheeky moments, but even then it is hard to be annoyed at him. In that respect he is very much like Sam." He smiled a little wider.
Dean couldn't help but smile back at Cas. "I missed you." He said, his hand moving from his boyfriend's hair to stroke his cheek and then brush across his bottom lip.
"And I missed you." Castiel closed his eyes, loving the feel of Dean touching his face.
"So...about that guy, what are we going to do?"
Castiel had a sort of smirk on his face now. "I thought you did not give a shit?"
Dean huffed a laugh. "Yeah, well...I guess I do."
Castiel smiled softly and happily. "I am glad." He kissed Dean's chest. "I will explain in the morning...now, we should rest."
"Cas, I wanna know."
"And you will...in the morning."
"Now, Cas."
Castiel sighed. "I am going to watch him, see where he is and what he is planning...and when he is going to come after you, I will stop him."
Dean stared at Castiel, confused and slightly worried. "Cas...what do you mean stop him?"
Castiel kept Dean's gaze for a moment before looking away and answering his boyfriend. "I will make sure he will never hurt you...or that he will not go after Sam and Spencer."
"But how, Cas?"
"Dean, I will stop him from hurting you...you do not need to know how." Castiel explained to him; he didn't want Dean to know how he was going to stop Jay. He wasn't even sure if he could stop him how Kyle had told him...but he was going to try, to protect Dean he would do anything.
Dean ran his hand over his face and breathed out shakily. "Cas...please tell me you are not going to kill him."
Castiel's jaw tightened and his eyes hardened. "He is trying to kill you, Dean; I will do whatever it takes to stop him."
"I'm not goin' to let you kill someone for me, damn it Cas...What're you thinking?" Dean asked as he shoved himself up from the bed, knocking Castiel off of him in the process. "How can you even think...why would you...Cas, you can't..."
"He is trying to kill you Dean!" Castiel said loudly, angrily. "He killed me!" He really hadn't wanted to resort to that...but he didn't know what else to say to convince Dean that Jay was a big enough threat that he needed to be killed.
Dean frowned at Cas. "I know that, god, I know that! But I am not going to let you be the one to kill him."
"Why not?" Castiel asked as he knelt in-between Dean's legs.
"Because...I've already thought about it, and I'm going to do it." Dean told him, his eyes locked with Cas' and his face showing nothing but seriousness. "What kind of guy would I be if I let an Angel kill someone?" He asked smiling.
Castiel's face saddened; he knew that wasn't the reason why Dean wanted to kill Jay and not let him do it, but he didn't know the exact reason...and he didn't feel now was the reason to find out. He would find out later though. He nodded and climbed onto Dean's naked lap. "Very well."
Dean smiled up at him and took hold of his hips. "You're not gonna drop this, are you?"
Castiel smiled and moved his face close to Dean's. "For now." He pressed his lips to Dean's in a quick peck. "But..." He kissed his neck. "I will..." He moved to the other side of his neck and kissed there. "Bring it up..." He pecked at his lips again. "Later."
End of chapter 7!
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The 'lemon' part was supposed to be short because it was like their first time together since Castiel had come back, so it was supposed to be quick. But there will be another and it will be longer and more detailed. :)
