Title: The Ineffable Rapture of Heaven & Earth

Chapter: 7. In Earth I Was His Purgatory

Author: MallowCakes

Rating: Um, M? I dunno. Some stuff happens in this chapter that you prolly shouldn't read if you're at work., Destiel

Warnings: Masturbation

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not making money off this either.

Distribution: By appointment only.

AN: Thanks to my beta, actualprincessdean on Tumblr, she's amazing and patient and awesome. You should follower her! Do it! Do it! :)

AN2: Okay, this is the shortest chapter and I'm sorry to do this to you, but at least I got something out for you. As I said, I will NOT abandon this fic but it will be getting slow because life things are way more important. And life is going to be getting really real for me at least til January. If you ever wonder what's going on with this… I am on Tumblr as AngelsAndLionsAndTimeLords-OhMy and you are ALWAYS welcome to send me an ask there. Also, there's a Cas that pops out with updates that I always keep the status of this fic on that pop out. So, that is the best way to find out what's up. Thank you for reading. I'm also doing a drabble giveaway on there. Reblog and like it. :)

AN3: I want to thank a few Tumblr users for helping me along the way. Even if I didn't use the ideas, they did help me pull past certain things that were blocking me. And this chapter is now nothing what it was originally supposed to be and that's a GOOD thing because that's most of the reason it took so long. So, big thanks yous go out to the following people on Tumblr: skeffingtons-irons, sowhatifiam, realhunterswearplaid, and crystalackles. Thank you guys so much. You don't even know how much you really helped me.

AN4: Last one, I promise but I have a friend that's going through a LOT of shit right now and their ex is pretty much a piece of shit and she's feeling pretty bad about herself right now. So, if you have a tumblr could you just go tell z0m-n0m-n0mbie Tumblr how like gorgeous she is or something? Maybe doodle her a doodle of herself if you're good at that sort of thing? I'd REALLY appreciate it. It would mean alot to me. :


It was late when Dean and Castiel finally walked through their door. Castiel was lugging a rather large stuffed bear and a smaller stuffed owl, that Dean had offered to carry more than once but it was apparent that Cas was not letting either of them go. Both of the men had heavy eyes and it was almost immediate that the two of them headed for the bedroom.

"I've never had a stuffed animal before." Cas said, slightly more awake as he patted the covers down around his body trying to get comfortable in the bed.

"Well, what kind of husband would I be if I didn''t win you something. Besides, what kind of Winchester would I be if I couldn't." Dean said pulling back his side of the covers and rolling into the bed, "I could've kept going but not only did we need room in the car but it would've been a real shame for that guy to have to shut down the shooting gallery for the night on our account."

Castiel laughed and nodded as he flipped the television on and started 'The Notebook'.

Dean's eyes were slivers as he fought to stay awake just a little bit longer.

"Did you have fun?" The hunter said, his voice slow.

"Yes, Dean. I had a lot of fun. Thank you for taking me."

"No problem." Came the reply, "We both needed that. I think we're… stir crazy… and busy… time."

A light snore filled the room, as Dean fell off to have whatever dreams or nightmares a man like Dean Winchester would have and Cas was left to think.

He could hardly pay attention to the movie as Noah climbed up the Ferris Wheel it brought Castiel right back to the rest of the night.

He tried to write it off as a trick of his imagination that Dean was visibly nervous when they got on the Ferris Wheel but the more he thought about it, the more he let his heart hope that maybe his confusing feelings might be reciprocated. That would be one of the best things that Castiel could ever imagine because if the feeling could be explored, they could become less confusing.

He allowed himself to imagine crossing that threshold for just a moment. Would he? Could he walk across that metaphorical line that was drawn in the sand and pull Dean's lips to his? Of course not but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to lay in bed and stare at that beautiful sleeping face and imagine doing it.

It was awful interesting to Castiel, the feelings that shot through his body, coursing through him from that place that he simply refused to think about because it was bad enough that his heart was aching… he didn't really want to think about the ache in other places.

No, no. He refused. He had spent a long time being human and he hadn't done anything yet and he wasn't about to start with Dean in bed beside him after he has won him stuffed animals at a fair and he was watching one of the sappiest movies that humans had ever made. That was going to far. It was too cliche. It was too much and he would have absolutely no part in it.

No matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts down, his body wouldn't cooperate. There he was, in bed next to the straightest man he knew with a hard-on the size of the Chrysler Building. He glanced over to see that Dean was on his side with his back towards him. All he reasonably had to do was stick his hands down the front of his loose pajama bottoms and- oh fuck- he knew it wouldn't take him too long.

There wasn't much left for the imagination as it was. Dean slept in his boxers and the blankets were only covering his legs at this point. As a matter of fact, the top of his ass was just peaking above them.

'Jesus Christ' Castiel thought, his hand already around himself at this point. His pre-cum serving as all the lubrication he needed as he slowly stroked himself.

He wanted so badly to shove himself inside Dean and lose himself. His entire self. His soul. Just lose everything inside Dean Winchester. Wanted him so bad he could almost taste it. Could almost feel it. Could almost see it. Pushing his head to the pillow as he would bite his shoulder. His neck. Make him his. Be his. Everything else would cease to matter.

And he was spent. He bit his lip to stop the shudder as he came, letting his pants clean up the damage and took a worried glance at Dean. He seemed to still be snoring and hadn't moved so he said a quiet thank you and rolled over on his side to get some sleep.