There are many hours between the morning and 6:00 p.m., and Dean hated every one of them. He busied himself though. He went to Bobby's and worked on the last of the cars. He came home and cleaned. The house was already spotless. Sam came home, so he made him some lunch, sandwiches and homemade soup. The soup was an old family recipe with rice and chicken in the mix.

"So, you seem nervous." Sam muttered around a mouthful of the soup.

"Nope. Not nervous at all." Dean got up from the stool that he had been sitting on and snatched up a dishrag to start wiping down the counter. Sam kept sitting on the stool slowly slurping up his soup.

"You know it's okay to be nervous. I mean, it's a big step." Sam was grinning into each bite of his lunch.

"Shut-up. I'm not some teenager here. It's gonna be great. Cas says he makes a mean steak, and I for one am absolutely in the mood for steak." Dean reached out and pulled the now empty plate away from Sam, took it to the sink, and set it down. He turned back and stalked over to the stool and settled into it again.

"So, the food is likely not what is making you nervous." Sam gave his soup a little stir and scooped out a carrot. Before he ate it, he added, "Been a long time since you, ya know…" Sam's voice lowered a little like he was sharing some deep secret. He sucked the soup off of his spoon and then waved the spoon about a bit to signify all the things that Dean had not been doing lately.

"We are not having this conversation," Dean said as he picked up his glass of water and chugged down the last of it.

"So, when will you be getting home tonight?" Sam raised an eyebrow with the question. Little shit.

"What you need me to tuck you in or something?" Dean laughed at him and popped off of the stool to seemingly carry his glass to the sink now.

"I was just debating about whether or not I need to lock up or if I should leave it to you, for when you get home."

"Don't wait up." Dean's lip curled up into a little smirk. He walked back up to the counter and pulled Sam's soup bowl away and carried it over to the sink.

"So, he's coming over for Christmas Eve?"

"Yeah, and I'm going with him to meet his parents on Christmas Day."

Sam stretched out a little. "Oh, that sounds fun."

"Yeah, insert all of the sarcasm here."

"Are you guys staying overnight at the parent's house?"

"Oh, I don't know. I probably should have asked." Dean felt a little nervous tension creeping up his spine. "I'm guessing no, but wow, that could be awkward. They're like major conservatives or something."

"Hmmm, they okay with Cas having a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, they don't have those kinds of issues, but they might have issues with us shaking up under their roof and all." Dean leaned against the counter and considered all the ways that it could go wrong.

"Maybe you guys could just get a hotel nearby or something."

"Well, I'll just talk to him and figure it out." Dean pushed off of the counter and ran his hand up through his hair. "I really want this to work." It was a rare moment openness for Dean.

Sam seemed to be a little surprised by it. He tipped his gaze up at Dean and replied, "It will. He seems like he is just as invested. I mean, he came here to meet all of us on Thanksgiving, didn't he? He had dinner with you at Bobby and Ellen's. And he still asked you over for dinner. I'd say you're doing pretty well, Dean." Sam reached over and gave Dean's arm a little pat. "Meeting all of someone's family at once can be rather overwhelming. It speaks to your relationship that he is still in this."

"I just don't want to mess this up. Meeting his family sounds a little uncomfortable. He really sounded like he wanted me there though. You know me. I suck at words. They are going to likely bring out all of my best qualities, and by best I really mean worst."

"Dean, you can charm strangers without even trying. I've watched you do it. These people will be no different." Sam got up then and gave Dean a hearty slap on the shoulder. "Good luck tonight. Hope you remember how things work."

Dean shoved him and Sam just laughed. "Shut-up." Sam kept on laughing as he strolled out of the room. Dean cleaned the kitchen. His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Dean smiled down at his phone as he read Cas' message. Still coming at 6:00?

Duh. Can I come by earlier?

No.

Please.

NO. Don't make me nervous about it either. I have so much left to do.

You nervous?

No.

There was a bit of a pause as Dean considered responding. Instead another text came through from Cas, Okay, maybe a little. It's been a long time.

Sam was just reminding me about how long it has been for me too. No pressure by the way. I will be just as happy having dinner with you.

Really?

Dean had to think about it for a moment. He wasn't sure how to respond. He was fine with the no pressure part, and yet he really had elevated hopes for the outcome of the evening.

Whatever you want. I have hope that dessert will be a metaphor, but if it isn't, I will survive.

He waited a few moments and added, Barely.

Oh, good, because I totally want a metaphorical dessert. I thought that you were hoping for less dessert tonight.

Seriously, I have been trying to get to dessert since our first date. I have told you of my deep abiding love of pie, right?

Are we still talking about metaphorical dessert or is this now about literal pie?

Both. Dessert is awesome in all of its forms, literal and metaphorical.

I may be making a literal pie. Just saying.

Cas, I will worship you. I will pray to you every night. Tell me it's pecan.

Maybe.

I want to have literal and metaphorical dessert with you right now. Please let me come over early.

Please let me make this literal dessert without having to worry about you seeing me with flour in my hair.

Are you wearing the blue vest?

Uh, no. Why?

Just getting a visual. What are you wearing?

Is this sexual?

No, why would you ask that? Are you wearing clothing?

Well, I'm not cooking in the nude. Seriously, I could be injured if I did that.

Oh, don't injure any important parts. Metaphorical dessert requires working ingredients.

I have to get back to baking.

You never said what you were wearing.

T-shirt, torn jeans, apron.

Apron?

Yes.

Really?

You have a thing about aprons?

Trying to picture it. You should send me a pic.

Dean waited and hoped. The picture came through. The apron was one of those novelty types with a picture of naked abs on the front.

Happy?

Cracking up. You in an apron might be my new favorite thing.

Not sure how I feel about that.

Maybe you should lose some of the layers though. Maybe just keep the apron.

This is just you trying to get a nude of me in your phone. I have standards, Dean. :)

I don't :)

Send me a pic.

Dean considered for a moment. What to send. Uh, I maybe just got standards.

haha

Yeah, I talk a good talk.

You do. I like that. I can't wait to see you.

Same here. I keep cleaning and I even made lunch for Sam. Trying to keep busy to make the time pass.

Come over now.

Really?

Yeah. My house is clean, and some things are cooking. I will just be nervous waiting. Plus, we can make out while the steaks cook.

I'm on my way.

Dean pushed the phone into his pocket and raced up the stairs to get actually ready. He had already spent a fair amount of time doing what he thought was necessary. His face stared back at him from the mirror, a picture of absolute glee. "Hell yeah, Dean," he said to himself as he pulled his jacket on over his grey button up. His jeans were tight in the way that accentuated the musculature of his thighs. He was quite ready to rush out the door. He was quite ready to rush off to Cas where there would be pecan pie and metaphorical dessert.


He arrived at the unassuming apartment complex that matched the address that Cas had given to him. The building loomed large on the corner of the street and was built up with tanned bricks. Cas was in a corner unit, he had said, number 520. Dean took the stairs up to the entrance two at a time. He carried a pack of bottled beers to hopefully pair with the meal.

Humming out a little tune as he got into the elevator, he pushed the button for the fifth floor with a little too much vigor. Dean was not afraid to admit that he had been humming REO Speedwagon songs ever since he woke up. Right now it was "I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore." Later he might find himself belting out lyrics as opposed to just humming away. Sometimes emotions were meant to be shared, sometimes in song. He's happy, and the world needed to know it.

As he made his way down the hall toward Cas' apartment, he could hear another familiar tune floating through the air, Aerosmith. He picked up the pace. When he got to the door he could hear that the music was coming from Cas' place. Good musical taste. He knocked and the door practically opened before he finished. It was almost as if Cas had just been waiting on the other side ready to pounce. Dean couldn't blame him, he would have done the same thing. Cas reached out and pulled him into the music filled room,closing the door with one hand and pulling Dean in close with the other for a kiss.

His lips tasted like rosemary. Dean let Cas move him as he closed his eyes and lived in the kiss. He felt his back settle on the wall behind them, as Cas' hands ran up his chest and into his hair. "You taste amazing."

Cas laughed at Dean then. "You always take me by surprise. You say the strangest things." He leaned back and let his eyes rake over Dean. "Can't believe I get this."

Dean laughed at him. "You are a weird little dude. You are way out of my league."

"Really? I work for a natural foods co-op. Hardly a major player in the world. Not to mention, I was focusing mostly on the physical specimen that you are."

"Shut-up hot stuff." Dean leaned down just a little and kissed the tip of his nose. "I clearly find you barely tolerable." Dean pushed off the wall and sauntered over to the kitchen. "Show me the dinner stuff. I like to think about my food before I eat it," Dean said with a wink.

Cas followed him over to the kitchen. It was a small space with a center island containing the range and the oven. It was all white and pristine in its cleanliness. "Making twice baked potatoes. They're in the oven right now. If we make out too much they will be once baked potatoes. I'm fine with that option." Cas' lip curved up into a little grin. He continued, "The steaks are ready to cook. I made a spice rub for them. I also made some rosemary veggies, because the scent alone is worth the price of admission."

"There's an admission price here?" Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and kissed into his mess of hair.

"Yes, but you don't have to pay until later." He grinned up at Dean. "I'll take a down payment though, if you want to pay out in installments." The music moved from one of the heavier songs of the "Get a Grip" album to one of Aerosmith's ballad pieces

"Is this "Crazy," "Amazing" or "Cryin'"?" Dean asked as they swayed about to the song.

"Crazy. You okay with the album?"

"Yeah. Aerosmith is great." Dean let their hips do most of the dancing. They swayed about in lascivious circles, and Dean was quite content with that.

"I listen to this album to kick up my pace. It has just enough energy to keep me working, but not so much that I end up frantic and angry. The slower songs let me catch my breath." Cas kissed into his neck and settled his hands on Dean's shoulders. Dean let his own hands trail down to the waistband of Cas' loose-fitting, torn jeans. He let his thumbs trace into the space past the jeans to Cas' skin. He let his palms rest solidly on Cas' ass.

"You should not wear so many layers." Cas eased the jacket off of Dean's shoulders. Dean wiggled it off the rest of the way. He held it awkwardly for a moment. Then Cas stepped back and took it from him, and walked over to a coat rack to hang it up. "How many layers are left? You have a hidden t-shirt under that button up?"

"Just the button up." Dean slipped into Cas' arms again.

Cas fiddled with the buttons, then just started blatantly unbuttoning them. "Maybe I should check, just to be sure."

"You should, yeah. I sometimes do stupid things, like adding extra shirts where one would do just fine."

Cas got Dean's shirt unbuttoned and then held the edges of it as he pulled him to the living room. There was an overstuffed sofa facing a tall window. A small TV sat off to the side. Cas gently pushed Dean down to the couch. "Now, I have food going in there, so don't start thinking that we are going to skip to metaphorical dessert out here." Cas came down to his knees between Dean's thighs and ran his hands up to Dean's bare chest.

"Just so we're clear, you are not about to have metaphorical dessert with me, right here, right now?"

"Correct." Cas kissed Dean's chest and slipped his arms around Dean's waist. "Totally not doing that." He pushed Dean back a little, until he was laying on the couch. Cas climbed up on top of him. Dean reached for him and hooked his hands into the front of his jeans and pulled him down to him.

"So, this is like an appetizer then?" Dean worked his fingers up under Cas' t-shirt and peeled it off over Cas' head.

"Call it what you wish. Just don't make me forget dinner." Cas kissed him roughly, hands sliding back into Dean's hair. Dean was clinging to Cas and feeling the glorious press of his chest on his own. He considered how he might go about getting rid of the other barriers between them. Pants were so unnecessary right now. He opened his mouth to Cas and enjoyed the feel of his tongue as it slipped in slow and languid like Cas had all day to slowly consume him. Dean wanted to move through all the stages so much more quickly. He wanted to rip away the fabric that was standing between them. He wanted to forget about dinner. He wanted to just do this and nothing else forever. Cas was not speeding his movements. Dean pushed at the waistband of Cas' jeans in an effort toward more contact.

"Lean back," Dean breathed out just as soon as Cas let him. Cas just looked down at him, mirth playing about in his eyes.

"There is nowhere near enough time for that." Cas' lips curled up into a grin that said just how much he was enjoying all of this. Dean wondered how it was that he seemed to keep his cool during all of this. Clearly, I am not as good at all of this as I thought I was.

Dean rolled his hips a little to make a point then shrugged and said, "Okay." He let his hands drop down to Cas' thighs which were still shielded by jeans. Dean found a spot that was torn and slipped a finger into the hole, stilling his hand, just letting it rest there. He regulated his breathing back down to something resembling calmness, which was not easy seeing as Cas was still straddling his hips.

"Okay?" Cas shifted, and Glorious friction of the gods. Dean felt his efforts to calm himself wavering.

"I'm rushing you. I need to maybe cool my jets a little." Dean watched the look on Cas' face shift a little.

"Nothing about our relationship is rushed. It has been the most luxurious three weeks of my life. I've been basking in the glow of you everyday. You may not be available to me everyday, but the mere thought of you has been a focus since we first met. It's been three weeks that have felt like years. I am so entirely ready for more." He leaned down then, lips making a quick pass of contact with Dean's. He hovered over him and continued, "Despite the fact that I am halting your progress into my pants, I want that immensely. You are making me consider just how unimportant this meal might be, despite the fact that I have spent two solid days thinking of all the ways that I will seduce your palate before taking you to my bed."

Dean sucked in a lungfull of air as Cas' hips pressed more fully against his own in a manner that could not be ignored. "God Cas." Dean concentrated on their points of contact as Cas kissed past his jaw to his neck. He sucked at the soft spot of skin nestled between his shoulder and his pulse. Cas kept up a rhythm of movement with his whole body that seemed like a dance to the songs still pouring out of the stereo. Another Aerosmith song was surrounding them and Cas seemed to be using it as a pacing guide for more than just cooking.

A timer dinged in the kitchen some indeterminate amount of time later. Dean had lost all sense of focus that wasn't Cas on him, pressing his lips to his neck, chest, and lower. His body was a coiled knot of anticipation. Cas did not cease in his movements. Dean wondered if he would be able to ignore the timer that was quickly becoming a distant memory for him as Cas pulled at Dean's waistband, clearly thinking that now they might have time for the removal of pants.

"The timer?" Dean couldn't help but wonder aloud and then cursed himself silently for letting it out.

Cas unbuttoned Dean's pants and said, "Twice baked potatoes. They were going to be great. They will be baked once."

His head dipped back down to Dean's stomach and the protrusion of hipbone that was now exposed. "This is pretty great. Better than potatoes."

"You've never had my cooking. The potatoes are amazing." His hand slipped into Dean's pants and cradled him, fingers flexing in a type of pattern that seemed to be governed by the song playing out around them. Dean could dig that. "I have bacon to add to them and chives. I mash it all up with cheese and sour cream. It is quite tasty."

"Bacon." Dean smiled and his eyes rolled closed as Cas slipped his hand out and then back past the thin barrier of Dean's boxers.

"Yep, bacon. Already chopped and ready to go. Would likely take but a minute if you had the patience for waiting. You might not even know that I was gone." Cas didn't release him though, and Dean was arching up from the couch in time to the music and Cas' ministrations.

"I'd notice. Don't you dare leave." Dean slowly sat up so as not to disturb the contact that Cas provided. He cupped Cas' cheek with his hand and leaned into a kiss. Cas stayed and even picked up the pace.

Cas leaned back from him and said, "Really, no desire for bacon? I totally thought that I would convince you with the bacon."

Dean laughed, a quick burst of noise that threw off Cas' rhythm. He regretted it, but couldn't help himself. "I want you more than bacon, but I think that you maybe really want to make your fancy potatoes." He laughed again at Cas' look, almost puppy dog eyes. Only Sam had that look beat, and Dean pushed that thought aside, since his brother had no business showing up in his head right now. Cas' hand slipped back out of Dean's pants and he let out a sigh of regret.

"I'll be fast."

"Not the phrase I was expecting to appreciate this evening." Dean leaned back onto the couch and Cas got up.

"I did say that you were not allowed to skip to metaphorical dessert until after dinner." Cas headed back into the kitchen.

"Said the guy that was totally just taking advantage of me like two seconds ago. You were the metaphorical dessert thief. I was just biding my time with kissing and chastity. Completely innocent here."

Cas was pulling the pan out of the oven and clanging things around in what sounded like a speedy effort to finish. "Yep, Dean. You are completely innocent. Too chaste, too pure." He smirked over the counter at him. He had grabbed his t-shirt and put it back on, and then he was washing his hands. More clanging was happening. Dean got up then and zipped up his pants as he walked over. "Ah, now I have to start over."

"Choices were made, Cas. I was content with once baked potatoes. You could have had a tasty little morsel, but no."

"Oh, now I feel bad."

"Like I said, choices were made." Dean popped up onto the stool that was on the other side of the kitchen island. He peered down at the efforts that Cas was making. He was cutting up the very hot potatoes while wearing oven mitts, scooping out the innards into a big bowl, and then he was mashing it all up with his other ingredients. True to his word, there was indeed bacon. Cas took off one of the oven mitts and lifted a piece across the island to Dean.

"Taste this." Dean opened his mouth and Cas slipped the piece in.

"Mmm. That is good bacon." Dean mumbled around a bite.

"Yeah. Completely bought the fancy kind for our little meal. It would have been a shame for it to have gone to waste."

"Bacon is good for breakfast ya know." Dean waggled his eyebrows a bit.

"Oh, I didn't think of that. I might need to go get some eggs for tomorrow." Cas looked serious.

"Absolutely not. I am not interested in breakfast. I will eat…" He got up and walked over to the fridge. He spotted pie on the top shelf. "Pie. I will have pie for breakfast." He walked up behind Cas and wrapped his arms around him while he kept working, grinning away at his damn potatoes.

"Pie is good for breakfast." He turned in Dean's arms a little. "So you'll stay for breakfast?"

"Like there was ever any doubt." Dean kissed him and then let him go, returning to his seat across the counter.

"You make me happy, Dean."

"Same here." Dean watched Cas work. "How long before dinner?"

"An hour. Unless I put the steak in now." Cas looked up. "It's too early for dinner though, don't you think?"

"Put the steak in now." Dean's voice dropped into a low rumble. He couldn't believe that he had to spell this out for Cas. "Early dinner means early dessert. Are we on the same page?"

"All caught up now." Cas swooped back and pulled open the fridge door. He got the steaks and set them in the oven and adjusted the temperature. His potatoes seemed to be nearly ready for their second trip into the oven.

The smells of the many foods cooking away in the kitchen, the carefully selected spices that Cas was applying, the music that was still churning out hard and fast around them, was all adding up in Dean's mind. It was becoming a complex and beautiful thing, and Cas was in the middle of it all.


Dean exercised great restraint as he sat across from Cas watching him cook. He exercised great restraint each time that Cas crouched down to retrieve low lying pots and such, his shirt riding up a little, revealing the barest hint of skin and a totally visible hipbone. Dean thought of the way that he could easily make a two step trek to the other side of the counter and press him up against the fridge or the wall or the edge of the table. Still, he exercised great restraint.

Cas started singing along with the song that was playing. The Aerosmith album had looped back around to the start again. Dean smiled at Cas' enthusiasm as he sang and chopped up the last of the food on the cutting board. There were two large heads of broccoli that Cas chopped into smaller chunks. He scooped them into a large pan and added garlic that he smashed with the flat side of his butcher knife. He looked up at Dean and sang out the lyrics louder, and Dean joined him. "Livin' on the Edge" was his kind of jam. He decided that great restraint could be had while dancing with his boyfriend a little in the kitchen.

He sauntered over to the other side of the counter and Cas gave the contents of the pot a little stir, set down his wooden spoon, and then settled his fingers into the belt loops of Dean's pants. Cas was still singing and so was Dean. They swayed together. Dean dragged his hands down Cas' chest and wrapped them around his waist, pressing onward into the back pockets of Cas' jeans. They danced to the song until it ended. Cas let go of Dean with one hand and went back to stirring the broccoli. He let Dean go with his other hand and Dean let him slip away and moved back to the other side of the counter.

Cas got the pot holders and opened the oven, pulled out the steaks, and set them on the counter to rest. He also pulled out the potatoes, twice baked despite Dean's best efforts. "Set the table for me, would ya?" Cas smiled over at Dean.

Dean popped off the stool again and happily complied. "Finally something to do that doesn't involve futile attempts at distracting you."

"You keep trying, and I keep thinking you must be confused about the necessity for dinner."

"Not confused about the need, just the order." Dean opened a cabinet, guessing at where the plates might be. Cas came over to his side and opened a second cabinet containing what he needed.

"Food before sex. You need to be well-fed if you are going to be functioning to your fullest potential." Cas went back to what he was doing at the stove.

Dean carried the plates to the table that Cas had already arranged a little. There was a centerpiece with flowers, evergreens, and some candles. Dean pulled out his zippo and lit the candles. He went back to the kitchen and found the silverware and napkins. He brought those to the table next. "Should I set out the beer?"

"Yeah, I want that." Cas was concentrating, getting everything finished. "I shouldn't have had you take the plates over. You wanna bring those back so I can plate them?" Dean scooped them up and brought them back. Cas took them and waved him off. "Go ahead and open the beers and set them out."

Dean did as he was told. He could see Cas' hands shaking a little, like he was suddenly nervous. "You okay?"

"I hope you find the food tolerable. It's been a long time since I cooked for anyone." Cas brought the plates over to the table heavily loaded with food. Dean took a seat across from Cas as he set down the plate in front of him.

"This smells amazing." Dean leaned over the plate and breathed in the aroma. Cas was making an effort toward not watching him. Dean cut into the steak and took a bite fully conscious of Cas' eyes on him. It didn't matter. He was immediately in some sort of heaven. The spices still clung to the edge of the meat. There was something smoky and something like rosemary. Dean was trying to sift through the flavors that were familiar. "You have to give me the list of ingredients that went into your spice rub. I might need it for the Christmas dinner." Dean tested out the broccoli and smiled up at Cas as he did so.

"Oh, thank God. I was worried about the flavor of that steak most of all. I know that you have a thing about meat. Plus, you are the guy that coaxed complex flavors out of seitan. You set the bar quite high for me." Cas took a sip of his beer.

Dean did the same and then said, "This is nothing like seitan. This is good." They ate silently for a few minutes before Dean spoke again. "Thanks for dinner, Cas."

"Anytime, Dean."

Dean tried the potato next. "Now this might just take the cake." He hummed out in absolute glee around the mouthful of cheese, chives, and potato. The slight crunch of bacon dancing through each bite was the icing on the proverbial cake. His eyes rolled back into his head on a moan through the next bite. "Glorious bacon."

Cas laughed at him, a low rumble of affection rolling out of him with each intake of breath. Dean opened his eyes scooped in another bite and then another. The food was gone before he even knew it. Cas got up then and walked to his side of the table, leaned down, and kissed Dean on the forehead. "You're adorable, you know?"

"I try." Dean smirked up at him and let his tone fall into the realm of the sardonic.

Cas sucked in a breath and smiled at him as he said all low and husky, "I'm falling for you."

Dean didn't breathe. He couldn't remember how. Instead he lived on what oxygen he had already and the look that he was getting from Cas, which was more than enough for anyone to live on. He got up slowly and pulled Cas into a kiss, hands framing his face as he did so. He broke the kiss just long enough to say, "Same."

He felt Cas' hand slide into his, as he led him off to the other end of the apartment. Cas pushed open the door, and Dean let himself be led.

"I was wrong, I'm not falling for you. I fell for you, past tense. I think that it happened when you walked away from me the other day at Bobby's. I thought that I'd never seen someone more gorgeous. Then I thought that I'd never seen someone more genuine. Then I went even further. I thought about everything you have said, and done. You've been patient and kind, understanding and clever."

"Same," Dean said again. He kissed into Cas' neck and felt the drag of Cas' hands as he pulled his shirt up over his head. He slipped back and let him remove it.

"You've been reduced to single syllable sentences, I see." Cas smiled and began removing the rest of Dean's clothes.

"Yes." Dean removed Cas' shirt as well.

"So, the voice that I fell for is going to be virtually non-existent now?"

Dean laughed. "You fell for my voice?"

"Yeah." Cas laughed back as Dean's fingers loosened the button on his jeans, then the zipper was brought down.

"Now you're using the single syllables." Dean leaned in and kissed a stripe up his neck to the back of his ear. "I like when you say things to me in your low growly voice. It does things to me."

Cas leaned into Dean's ear and growled out, "Same."

Dean laughed and so did Cas, and even his laughter was something that Dean found sexy. He slid his hands into the hemline of Cas' pants and sent them as well as Cas' boxers on a trip to the floor. He let his eyes travel over the length of Cas now standing naked before him. "God, I'm in love with you."

"Pretty sure what you are experiencing right now is lust." Cas reached out to Dean and took care of his pants for him.

"Pretty sure it's not." He took ahold of Cas' face, stared long into his deep sea of eyes and said again, "I'm in love with you."

Cas sucked in a breath and replied, "I'm in love with you too."

"So, same?"

"Yes, same."

And words were unnecessary from that time forth. There was the quiet sound of two bodies finding each other, finally. There was the sound of lips pressed to skin. There was the journey to the bed and all that came with that. There was the way that they moved slowly over each other in stark contrast to the frenzied motions governed by passion before. They were gentle with each other, quiet in the way that speaks of deeper things. There were moments of stillness too, where they stared long into each other's eyes. The movement of hips and hands slowly conveying need and want and love.

Dean leaned back feeling Cas more fully in him as he did so. He rested his hands on Cas' chest and raked his fingers up to his neck, pulling him up a little as he did so. He rocked back more and felt the sparks that were building into a fire. His whole body was a stream of electric pulses shaking out through limbs and the air around him. He felt Cas cradle his back as he moved careful not to lose even a small bit of their contact. He could feel his breathing coming to him in quick, short slips of air in through his nose and out in an open-mouthed gasp.

"I love you," Dean breathed out on a sigh. And Cas pushed himself up off his back a little more to be nearer to him. Their movements were quickening. Their eyes, wide open, were on each other. Cas took Dean in hand and lead him to the precipice of satisfaction. Dean concentrated on the feel of slender fingers rolling through a rhythm of their own making. It was like Cas was thinking of a song and his fingers were urging out the tune through Dean's body. "Cas," He breathed out again as he let his eyes close and his hips roll into the motion that Cas was setting up for him.

"Dean," his voice seemed to echo Dean's husky sound. They were losing the ability to maintain their quieter movements. It was all becoming quicker. The pacing, the feelings, the overwhelming intensity coiled and ready to be unleashed. Choking back what seemed to be a curse, Cas rocked up into Dean's arms as they shook through their orgasms. Dean clutched at Cas, holding him against his chest as his heart drummed out a steady beat against Cas.

He kissed into his hair and breathed deep into his skin. They slowly sank down to the mattress. They laid there with each other, limbs a tangle in the sheets. Dean kept running his hand back up through Cas' hair. Cas mirrored his movements. And if eventually they fell asleep like that, it was only after they had gazed their fill.


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AN: Hey all, hope this was an enjoyable read for you. Finally finishing the edits on the DCBB, so I figured I'd update this little nugget.