**Author's Note: _

Sorry for being so late on updating, it was weird here.
Considering I've had to deal with single digit temperatures for the past few days and now being bombed over with the return of the hellhole called high school.
It had indeed been a hectic few days- or week, so to speak.

Also- my mind has slammed me on its own by giving me thousands of story ideas. So I've also been doing that as well. I can never get my shit together.

Anyways, there's a small little thing in here I included that I'd like you to read, if you will.

Enjoy.


"Hello, it's Dean and Cas here."

Castiel waves, "Hey guys. We're here to say a few important things from cloudsarefluffy."

The alpha beside Castiel nods, "Apparently, a lot of you guys aren't too happy with Cas and the things he's doing and have made it fairly apparent about how you feel."

"I just wanted to say, the reason why Dean and I are fighting over my new suppressants is because it's a major decision, so of course it'll affect our relationship. We ask that you try and see both sides of the argument and their points, and maybe it'll make a little more sense as to our motives and why we are both sided differently."

Dean agrees, an arm wrapping around Castiel's waist, "Even though we might be fighting at the moment and things look 'hopeless' as some of you have pointed out, we're going to work through this. It's just gonna take some time and a few things to happen to get us back on track."

"That means you guys shouldn't have been expecting an instantaneous hook-up between Dean and I. The whole pill debate will be solved- and it's just going to have to be a compromise."

"It'll be explained better later on once the story's written and updated-" Dean pulls Castiel a little closer, "even though a few of you guys keep assuming the story is over by saying the relationship I have with Cas is broken or irreversibly damaged. It's not. Keep in mind that until cloudsarefluffy labels this story as complete- it isn't."

Castiel frowns a little, "Some of the reviews people left really bothered cloudsarefluffy, seriously. Some of the things you wrote made her leave her laptop for a little while and debate on even continuing this because of how negative the responses were in total. But thankfully, she followed through- and apart from this note to clear a few things up- she updated."

"And you guys also have to understand she's a person too- so it'll take some time to write the next ch. because it's going to take a while. She does have a life to live too. Until then, just try and be patient because she is working on this."

Castiel nods, his hand holding onto Dean's, "That being said- a lot of you guys were also upset about how in the last chapter I had kissed Balthazar."

"I am too."

Castiel gives Dean a humourous look, but goes on, "While I know it wasn't the best of places or times to do it- it was honestly nothing romantic in the slightest. I'd say more, but then I'd just be repeating words that are going to be said in the chapter."

"That should be enough, hopefully."

"Now onto the story! Thank you for reading- and we hope this might have made more sense!"

"D-Dean?"

The alpha growls, Balthazar taking a step back, "It isn't what you think-"

Suddenly, there's a sandy-blonde wolf leaping towards Balthazar with canines extended and a snarl ripping through the air. All of the people in the bar run outside, Castiel grabbing Balthazar to get behind him and sand in front of Dean as he ran towards them. Immediately, the paws thud heavily against the wood in an attempt to stop, breaths rushing out of the wolf's nostrils.

"Dean- please." Castiel outstretches his arms to block out the alpha behind him, and Dean can still smell him considering his lips are pulling over his teeth, "There's nothing going on that requires you to attack someone."

Dean stares at Castiel, and when their eyes connect, Castiel can't help but feel more fear prick his skin due to the fact how feral Dean's gaze is, "Balthazar… you need to leave. Now."

"I can't! This dick might rip you to shreds!"

"He might do that to you if you don't get the fuck out of here! He's zoned, Balthazar." Castiel takes a deep breath, "He hasn't hurt me before. I can do this, I can bring him back and calm him down before something happens."

Balthazar sighs, "If I hear that he does anything to you, I swear I'll rip him into shreds."

Castiel doesn't argue because there is no time as Dean's starts to spread acidically into the space around them. Besides- Dean's starting to pace around with eyes darting between Castiel and Balthazar, lips pulled up into a silent warning. The omega feels Balthazar leave from behind him, and Castiel takes a few cautious steps forward.

"Come on, Dean."

The alpha doesn't move.

"Dean- we need to leave before something happens."

The wolf stares at him impassively, whiskers twitching on his face as his eyes fixate on Castiel's. Castiel gives a shaky breath, sitting down on the floor and crossing his legs.

"Dean, please." when the alpha doesn't move, Castiel just goes on, "I'm sorry."

Dean's ears twitch, but he doesn't move other than that.

The omega sighs, his fingers rubbing against his hands as he continues, "That wasn't what you thought it was. Balthazar-"

The alpha growls, his lip pulling over his teeth as he looks to Castiel with anger.

Castiel doesn't blink, his body locking under that stare, "Dean- there's nothing going on between him and I. That kiss was to close off the possibility of ever getting together."

Dean just keeps glaring.

"Balthazar only wanted a kiss because he understood I didn't want him. The only reason I agreed was the fact, no matter if I'm attracted to him or not, he saved my life. It's all I could do to repay him. I'm guessing that this isn't the best of places or times to be kissing anyone, but… it was to just put the chance of us getting together to rest."

Dean doesn't look away or change- he's just as before. His fur is bristled, his eyes are still watching Castiel as though he were a threat.

"Balthazar knew I was never going to get with him, and he said as much. I'm sorry that it looked as though something was starting between us- because it was actually something ending."

The wolf in front of Castiel takes a step forward, his body going into a position where it looks like he's about to pounce on something.

Castiel looks down at the floor, "You deserve to be mad at me- for that and a lot of other things that I've done. I shouldn't have pushed you away about the pills… I shouldn't have told you to leave because I was angry and I thought I needed space… John talked to me about it."

Dean's form stiffens slightly, but he just takes another step forward.

"He pointed out that I cared more about you than some damn pill- and that I shouldn't push you away over it. And he was right. I'm sorry Dean I just- I've never had a chance to really live my life before. Everyone assumes I'm selfish for watching out for myself… I just had so many alphas try to take advantage of me beforehand I'm kind of paranoid when it comes to these things. I'm damaged… and I'm sorry that I'm making it become the same label to our relationship."

The pheromones from Dean waft around Castiel, those eyes never leaving his skin as Dean moves closer. Castiel feels his skin heat up as Dean licks his lips.

"Hey-" Castiel's head snaps over to Ash's voice, "you need to get Dean out of here. Just in case, dude."

Castiel nods, "Working on it… Come on Dean, we need to go."

The alpha just stares.

"Well- here goes nothing…"

Castiel pulls off his clothes, minus his boxers, and shifts. Once in wolf form, he shucks off the clothing into one pile, getting Dean's quickly and setting them over by the door. He and Dean can get them later.

For right now, Castiel needs to get Dean out of this bar.

The omega looks over to the wolf watching him, his tail wagging in earnest as Castiel walks over.

"Can we leave now?"

Dean barks, his voice low, "Chase."

Castiel's head tilts, "What?"

Dean walks closer, humming and rubbing himself onto Castiel, "You run. I chase."

"Dean, only mates do that."

"We're mates."

The omega blinks, "You think we're mates?"

The alpha licks Castiel's face, a purr leaving his throat, "I know."

"Dean…"

"Cas."

The werewolves stare at each other, and Castiel sees how some green is returning to Dean's eyes. Maybe this can fix things. Castiel doesn't know.

"Alright…"

The omega walks to the doorway, Dean close behind and tailing him. Castiel readies himself, feeling those eyes fixed intently on him.

Castiel sprints out of the door, hearing Dean start chasing him from behind, as his paws thud against the asphalt. Castiel runs from the roads to slightly into the woods, the trees thickening around him as his and Dean's bodies blur through the barren trunks. Castiel feels his heart thrum in his chest, and not from running.

Dean thinks I'm his mate still.

Castiel can't believe it, because honestly, he knows that some of the things he's done recently weren't the best. That maybe he did a few wrongs instead of rights. But give him some credit- life's never been easy on him. He's been put in too many corners in his life, and he's tired of being someone's play thing.

So he stands up for himself, big deal.
He just needs to learn what to stand up for.

Castiel's paws push against the mossy and rain-soaked forest floor, Dean not too far behind him. A small part of Castiel finds it a good thing.

Soon, Castiel finds himself near the parking lot of the hotel Dean brought him to in just a few days ago, Sam and Gabe's scents faintly lingering in the air as Castiel slows a little to figure out where to go. Bit of a mistake.

Dean barrels into him, body and all, causing the both of them to topple over with the force. Castiel can't help but yelp and close his eyes, the ground stopping only when he's on his back. He tries to get up, but he feels a heavy weight on top of him, pressing him against the ground. Castiel takes a few more seconds to open his eyes, the whole time receiving hot puffs of breath in his face.

As soon as his eyelids fall back, Castiel can see Dean above him, panting and his paw braced against the ground on the sides of Castiel's head.

"Caught you." Dean's voice is lower than before, his nose coming to nuzzle Castiel's neck and the omega feels a little awkward in this form to get frisked.

"That you did… Dean?"

The alpha's head snaps up, "Cas?"

"I'm sorry." Castiel licks his nose quickly, sucking in a small breath, lungs nearly hitching, "For everything."

"Don't be."

Castiel's surprised, looking and seeing that Dean's eyes have returned back to normal, "Dean-"

The alpha looks at Castiel, eyes pleading. The omega quiets himself, feeling the wet leaves press into his fur as Dean goes on, "I don't want to fight anymore… I just- I want you to take the pills. It may sound stupid- and it probably is- but it's your decision in the end Cas. It's your body."

"But Dean-"

"Cas… please. Whenever I was dealing with the police, I saw all the pictures from when Crowley decorated my room. All of them were of you getting harassed or… fuck Cas, some of them I want to just erase from my memory. If this pill can give you that safety, or even get Crowley away from you… then do it. I want you to be safe- and even though I feel differently against this, I'm going to roll with it so you can feel comfortable for once in your life."

Castiel would cup Dean's face if he were in human form, but it would be a bad idea to shift now considering that it's raining and Dean's still looming over him, so he speaks softly instead, "I didn't mean what I said earlier, about how I wanted you to go… I just- I was angry that you were angry, and I let myself push you when I should've pulled, and for that I'm sorry. I snapped on you and I told you to leave when…"

Castiel looks up into Dean's eyes, "I want you to stay… I don't want you to go, not if you can help it. I've never had anyone who'd stay long enough to protect me, or be so kind when everyone else wasn't. I was paranoid that you would end up leaving and so I was a dick to you- and I thought that I could make it on my own, but… the second you left I realized that I was wrong. So utterly wrong. I need you Dean… I… I love you."

There's a change in the air around them, Castiel feeling something bloom in his chest as Dean purrs, taking his tongue and rubbing it over Castiel's face, "I've been wishing for so long to hear you say that."

Apparently, they have the same idea, their bodies shifting back into human form as their lips collide in a messy and heated kiss. The rain slicks their skin, the cold seeping in through Castiel's skin and following up his nerves to be fought back by the rising heat in Castiel's chest. His hands drift up Dean's forearms to his face, feeling the smooth skin become hot under the pads of his fingers. Dean breaks it off, Castiel trying to follow his lips in confusion.

"We better stop and get back to the room, or I'm going to fuck you on this forest floor." Dean says with effort, their foreheads rest together, lips barely apart as they breathe in the mountainous air and each other's scents.

"Sam and Gabe are there…" Castiel whispers, Dean's eyelids falling closed as Castiel's lips ghost over the alpha's, "Can we get another room?"

Dean laughs out softly, his breath hot and lips nearly pressing onto Castiel's, "How about a cabin?"

Castiel smiles, quickly meeting Dean's mouth with his own as Dean brings a hand to Castiel's jaw, fingers brushing against the omega's skin, "That sounds perfect."

Dean kisses Castiel again, teeth lightly carding over the flushing skin, a small noise coming Castiel as his back slightly rises from the forest floor, leaves awkwardly sticking to his back.

"We need to shower…" Castiel says absently, his eyes trailing over the curve of Dean's top lip and how it's flushed from kissing, making it more irresistible, "We're covered in dirt and leaves…"

Dean smiles, "We could conserve water and take one together."

Castiel laughs softly, Dean's hand moving up from the ground to near Castiel's collarbone, "Can't argue with that."

Dean moves his lips to press against Castiel's cheek, his fingers carding over the soft skin on the other side, Castiel's eyes fluttering closed. All he can hear is their soft breathing and the sound of Dean's lips kissing his face and slowly trailing down. He can feel Dean's exhales along his skin with the soft mist of rain drops, Dean's heat rolling over his skin as he gets near Castiel's jawline. Castiel lets out a small breath, Dean's lips nearing the flesh composing Castiel's neck and purring when Castiel bends a little to offer it to him.

"I'm being serious about the whole fucking thing…" Dean murmurs along the heated skin, Castiel feeling those perfect lips forming the syllables and words.

"I knew you were…" Castiel whispers back, opening his eyes to find Dean staring at him, pupils blown and lips slightly parted, "Maybe I'm not opposing to the idea…"

There's a soft growl from Dean that sends a slight shiver down Castiel's spine, wrapping around the bone to coil near his hips in the form of heat, "The only reason I'm not taking you right here on this forest floor now is that I don't want you freezing to death."

Castiel pulls on a seductive smirk, "Something tells me you've got a good way to keep me warm."

"You're trying to tease me on purpose."

"Is it working?"

Dean smiles, teeth showing as his lip pulls over them, "Fuck yes it is."

Dean sits up, grabbing Castiel's hand and pulling him up. The alpha wraps an arm over Castiel's shoulder and pulls him closer, eyes darting around as they awkwardly sprint across the street- absolutely naked.

"This is the weirdest thing I've ever done in my life…" Castiel says, his breath rushing in and out of his lungs as Dean nears the office with the room keys.

"Don't say you don't enjoy it." Dean looks over his shoulder, smiling widely at the omega, "This is the funnest type of foreplay I've ever had."

Castiel can't help but chuckle, Dean running inside- the whole time Castiel's eyes train on Dean's ass as he runs. Perfect.

It's a few moments before Dean returns, and Castiel takes that time to think. When did he ever imagine that he would be standing outside completely naked, about to have sex? The answer is never. But even with the surprise event of a nude key run, Castiel can't help but let a big grin stretch his lips. He was about to have sex. With Dean.

Who would have thought?

Castiel crosses his arms, feeling the chill of the air around him sweep away his warmth, teeth chattering against themselves as he waits for Dean to run back out with the cabin key. It's a little odd to know that just a few short hours earlier they weren't even on speaking terms. A small bit of guilt rises in Castiel's stomach, canceling out his arousal slightly and leaving him feeling a little off. He rubs his arms to fight back the goosebumps he blames on the cold wind gusting by him.

"Got it!"

Dean rushes over to Castiel's side, the omega smirking, "What took you so long?"

Dean sort of slows a little, "I ran into my dad… literally. I was running in and collided with him."

"Talk about a reunion."

"Don't remind me…" Dean looks away, blush coloring his cheeks, "I'm not going to be able to look at the man in the eyes ever again."

Castiel just smiles, Dean coming up close to him and adding, "Now let's get to that cabin I've been promising to take you to."

The alpha pulls Castiel close by the shoulder, the sound of soft rain hitting the asphalt mixing in with the light jingle of keys. Dean's body is warm in stark contrast compared to Castiel's, and he can't help a slight twitch in his muscles when a raindrop manages to land on his shoulder and slide down his skin to his hip.

Dean chuckles, "That was me."

Castiel sends him a quick look, but it's soon over because Dean's looking over his body, "What?"

"Nothing I just…" Dean smiles wider, top teeth biting into his bottom lip, "Never realized you had tattoos."

"Oh these things?"

Castiel points to the one on his arm first, "I got this right when I got out of high school. I just liked it and decided I needed something else to permanently mark my skin."

"I know something to permanently mark you." Castiel's skin heats at Dean's words, but then he pauses, "Wait- something else?"

"Y-Yeah… This one right here… I got it when I was drunk but- I like it. Don't laugh at it either… it's a little corny."

Dean's gaze lowers to the paw print tattoo on Castiel's lower navel, pupils widening when he takes in its location, "That's so totally an equivalent to a tramp stamp."

Castiel's brows furrow, Dean looking up to meet the omega's gaze, "Do you even know where a tramp stamp is supposed to be?"

The alpha smirks and drops his hand from Castiel's shoulder to the small of his back, "I do… It's supposed to be right here."

Dean's lips are inches from Castiel's face, breath hot against the werewolf's damped and bare skin, his fingers dragging over the flesh of Castiel's back and going slightly lower as they walk. Essentially, Dean's got his hand holding Castiel's ass as they walk.

"Who knew you were going to be so handsy…" Castiel breathes out, heat coiling under his skin and mind losing it's sharpness to the onslaught of sensual information being sent in.

"I did."

Dean's voice is rough and low, crackling slightly like the gravel underneath their feet. It doesn't bother them, considering werewolves walk barefoot outside a lot. Castiel can't help but feel a jolt of excitement as a medium sized cabin appears.

It's next to the river- literally, as it curls around and swivels through the uneven landscape. It's softly chugging along beside the bank, moss growing through the smoothed rocks to lead up to a sliding door. Dean smiles, putting the keys in the lock and twisting, sliding back the door in a single fluid flick of his wrist.

Eloquent and sexy.

Castiel is intrigued, taking the first few steps and taking in the room. The furniture is similar to the ones inside their first hotel room, and he finds it a little humorous to see it's got the same pictures too.

Charming repetition.

The door behind Castiel slides shut, the sound of curtains getting pulled together reaching his ears as he turns. As soon as he's slightly facing the door, Dean is on him, keys getting flung to the wall as Castiel is enveloped by nothing but the heated body of Dean Winchester. The omega feels sturdy arms pick him up off of the floor and set him against the countertop that wings off to the combined living room area. Immediately, arousal floods through Castiel's nerves and mind, blood rushing through his veins as Dean growls.

Dean takes his hands and runs one through Castiel's hair as he smashes their lips together, Castiel's head tilting to compensate for Dean's frontal assault. The alpha's fingers grip and pull on Castiel's locks, releasing them and massaging into the scalp- it's nothing but a turn on for Castiel. The omega takes his legs and wraps them around Dean's waist, yanking them back to pull Dean closer against the counter with a thump. Castiel purrs to the new proximity.

"I didn't know you were the kinky type, Cas…" Dean breathes out with a slight chuckle, lips dipping to the omega's jaw line, "Mark me down as horny and surprised."

Castiel laughs, fingers tracing up Dean's abdomen slowly as the low sound resonates through his chest and into the air, "I like to be a little spontaneous."

Dean smirks at those words, "I like that… I like it a lot."

Castiel pulls him back, teeth snagging on Dean's lips in a way that makes his muscles twitch in excitement, Dean's hand moving from his hair to trail down his spine.

Dean breaks off, "Shit… we do need a shower…"

Castiel quirks an eyebrow, about to ask why when Dean peels something off of his back and brings it to his front. It's a leaf, and a small part of Castiel shrivels at the thought of having other things plastered to his skin. Gross.

"I agree."

Castiel's about to jump off of the counter when Dean yanks him off, the omega making a noise out of surprise at the action as the alpha carries him into the bathroom.

"I can walk you know…"

Dean shrugs, going over and turning the water on for the both of them, "Yeah- I do know. I just wanted to do that."

Castiel just rolls his eyes playfully and laughs, Dean snaking his arms around him from the back once more as they wait for the shower to heat up.

The omega leans into Dean as he holds him, feeling safe for the first time in a long while- even before Crowley's apparent obsession. Dean's fingers trace light circles into Castiel's back, the alpha humming something sweet as steam starts to fill up the bathroom. Dean's hands move from Castiel's shoulders to the front of him, Dean's chin coming to rest lightly on Castiel's neck, breathing hot puffs of air as the pads of his fingers explore the expanse of baren skin.

"Dean…" Castiel says on a breath, one hand coming up to rest on the side of Dean's face while the other goes to Dean's hand, attaching itself onto the wrist.

"Yeah, Cas?" the alpha whispers in Castiel's ear, his lips pressing to the side of Castiel's face in a tender peck, "Something you need?"

Castiel's lost for words at the moment, his body zinging as though he's been hooked up to a car battery and someone keeps turning it on high and off. There's a soft growl from behind, Dean's tongue starting at Castiel's jaw and working it's way down to his neck. The omega's body lights up like a patch of dried grass next to a match, skin burning and his heart pulsing so strongly he can feel it down in his toes.

"You're so sensitive…" Dean murmurs, teeth nipping at Castiel's skin and causing him to jolt forward a few inches.

Castiel takes a few seconds to slightly compose himself, trying to reign back in a few rushed breaths to where he thinks he won't blackout due to oxygen deprivation, "Well I haven't… taken my pills so… I'm a little responsive."

Dean gives a slight growl into the crook of Castiel's neck, pheromones wafting around Castiel that make his knees weak and nearly shake, "Smell so good…"

Dean's nose presses into Castiel's skin, and the omega can hear the deep inhale of Dean's lungs as he tries to get as much of Castiel's scent in as he can. The alpha purrs slightly, chest vibrating against Castiel's back as he processes the omega pheromones that were more than likely pouring off of Castiel like water from the showerhead nearby.

"We better take this shower before the water gets cold…"

Dean grunts, "Well, at least we'll have shower sex."

Castiel blushes at that- cheeks going pink to red as those words, gruff and low, are processed in his mind. Dean grips him a little tighter before letting go and pulling back the curtain fully.

"Jump in."

Castiel steps in first, slightly flinching at the abrupt temperature change on his skin and in the air, but soon the spray of water is blocked by Dean Winchester, nearly slamming Castiel into the tiled wall. The omega feels the hard slab on his back, Dean looming in with drops sliding off of his skin and hair onto the bottom of the tub as he takes a few moments to look at Castiel. The alpha's eyes are half-lidded, hands bracing the sides of Castiel's head.

"What are you waiting for…" Castiel looks at Dean, those green eyes almost fully blown and dilated, "I'm already yours."

With that, Dean growls out possessively, his lips instantly working at Castiel's neck as the omega grabs a handful of wet hair. He throws his head back, Dean's lips moving back to expose teeth as he drags them across the omega's skin. Castiel parts his mouth open, a moan working its way out of his throat and into the air. To respond in kind, Dean grinds their hips together, the sound cut off in Castiel's lungs by rushed curses.

Dean smirks against Castiel's skin, teeth grazing over Castiel's pulse point- the flesh more than likely spasming underneath. Castiel looks down, Dean humming against his skin as the water rushes over the both of them.

"Dean…"

The alpha looks up from Castiel's neck, eyebrows quirking and eyes training on the omega's. Castiel lifts his head and steals his lips, deciding that he's going to return some of this to Dean if he can- and that's by taking the reigns. He wants Dean to feel every bit of pleasure as he does, and one way to reassure that is by supplying the touches and sensations that'll send him off edge.

"Let me…" Castiel is certain Dean might object, "Please, I want to."

"Want to do what? …"

Dean trails off, head tilted downwards so he can look Castiel in his eyes as the other werewolf responds softly, "I want to make you feel this too, Dean… I want to kiss you and give you just as much as you're giving me."

The alpha's eyes soften, "You don't have to Cas… really."

"Dean. You deserve this just as much as I do- more so, even. I feel like you've done so much for me, and this is one way I can show you how grateful I am to have you. So please… let me do this."

Dean nods, "Alright, Cas…"

Castiel smiles softly, flipping them around and making Dean press into the tiles instead. The omega looks up at Dean and sees how those olive orbs are trained on him, waiting. Castiel can see the slight hitch in his chest as it rises and falls, can feel the hammering pulse on Dean's skin as he inches forward.

Castiel presses his lips to Dean's, feeling the flesh part beneath his own as Castiel slides his tongue in. His fingers roam Dean's water dribbled chest, coming to rest over the steady and heavy thumping in his chest as he parts their lips to breathe.

Castiel's eyes go down to Dean' tattoo, an idea forming its way into his brain and making the omega smile sinisterly. Dean tilts his head slightly, expression turning a little confused as Castiel leans in and presses his mouth to Dean's tattoo. The moan that escapes Dean is purely erotic, falling out of that alpha's lips and into the steamy air rolling around them as Castiel sucks at the skin.

"Damn…" Dean hisses out, a hand coming to grab Castiel's locks again, "Cas…"

The omega's chest rumbles in an affectionate purr as he drags the skin, teeth slightly pinching it and causing Dean to jolt underneath Castiel and to spike up in his pheromones. Castiel feels high or drunk- maybe both.

Dean tightens his grip in Castiel's hair as the other werewolf begins to lick all over the tattoo, the flesh under his mouth reddened from his attention. Dean's collarbone shifts beneath Castiel's tongue, the alpha throwing his head back to the shower wall with a low grunt. Castiel's eyes move up to see his Adam's apple bob up and down with his effort to breathe. Oh- Castiel's just getting cruel now.

Castiel takes his mouth and slowly sucks and licks his way up from Dean's tattoo and onto Dean's neck. Immediately Dean is moaning into the air unabashedly, his fingers not lightening on Castiel's hair- and the omega loves it. He actually relishes the way Dean is slowly coming undone just from his mouth as his destination finally arrives. Castiel nibbles on the slight bump in Dean's throat.

Dean growls out, Castiel's hips jutting forward to grind against Dean's, the alpha only letting it happen once before he flips them around and pins Castiel to the shower wall again.

Of course- that's when the shower water goes absolutely cold.

They jump out together, Castiel laughing at how frigid Dean got while under the stream of unheated water in a matter of seconds. The alpha just looks at Castiel, mouthing a humored 'shut up' before he tosses a towel in the werewolf's face. They dry off quickly, and in a matter of seconds their back at it while they work their way down the hall.

"Dean…" Cas breathes out, his back arching up into Dean's chest, fingers carding through damp dirty-blonde strands, "Fuck…"

"Oh- we can do that…" Dean growls, taking Castiel in a surge of speed through the bedroom door and onto the bed.

Castiel feels the mattress dip from his and Dean's combined weight, breath tumbling out over his chapped lips, causing his tongue to quickly dart over them in a futile attempt to get them hydrated. Dean straddles his hips, nothing covering him up as he just breathes and stares at Castiel for a few moments. His look isn't lustful like Castiel is expecting it to be. Instead it's… it's soft. Like the way someone would look at someone else when they aren't looking, those ones you give out of the corners of someone's eye as they smile and show you there's a reason to live and the world's a wonderful place.

"Dean? …" Castiel asks, noticing how Dean hasn't moved for the past few minutes.

Instead of a worded reply, Dean slides slowly up to Castiel, and lets his lips do the talking. Castiel lets his fingers run up the sides of Dean's arms at an appreciative pace, causing little goosebumps to rise over Dean's skin as Dean steals Castiel's mouth away. He pulls back for a second, letting their foreheads rest together and Dean just closes his eyes, breathing in and out like he's appreciating the moment.

Castiel lets him do so.

"In all of the years I've lived Cas…" Dean whispers, his voice trailing into a tone Castiel's only heard before when Dean was about to break in the hospital room in what seems like forever ago, "I've never met someone like you. Someone who could utterly flip my world upside down and cause my heart to skip a beat the moment I saw them. Someone who could literally take all of the shit thrown at them and still keep going like it was nothing… Someone who can also sometimes drive me up a wall, too…"

Dean and Castiel chuckle slightly, the sound dying in their chests as Dean's eyes connect with Castiel's, and the omega can see that the sage iris is back to normal as Dean's skin slides against Castiel's, "But I can't seem to get enough of you. Since I ran into you on my way to class, I've never had enough. I'm never satisfied with knowing that you aren't mine- and it hurts. Some of the things that have happened, some of the things that were said- it made me want to scream at the top of my lungs because I never got to tell you how I felt…"

Dean kisses Castiel softly, then pulls himself back, "I want to do this right. No more lying, no more dancing around things until we get sick of spinning. I want you Cas- fuck, since I first smelled you while jogging, when you gave me that shit-eating fake smile after handing you your damned beanie, and all those times in between now."

The alpha settles his hand over Castiel's heart, something that's thumping uncontrollably, "I want to learn every dip in your skin, every scar that you have and why you got it. I want to learn how to make your heart race and how to make your breath catch. I want to make you come undone, and then I'll put you back together again… I want to love you- if you'll let me."

Castiel just stares at Dean, words escaping him.

"I know that there have been some major dicks in the past- that there's been things that have happened to you that have scarred you more than just physically. I'm not here to add to that… I know that some things haven't had time to heal, or things haven't fixed themselves correctly when enough time did pass, and that maybe you're not ready for a relationship… I understand that, if that is the case. So in short, if you don't want to do this Cas… please tell me. I'm not going to take advantage of you- ever."

Castiel just nods, letting his rushed breath speak for him as Dean presses his lips to Castiel's. The omega keens, back arching off of the mattress and into the air as his hands clutch onto the muscles of Dean's back with nails.

"Cas…" Dean breathes, his mouth moving lower and lower.

Eventually, Dean nears Castiel's naval, the werewolf purring into Castiel's skin as he worships its design with his lips. The omega is wondering what Dean's going to do as the alpha flicks his tongue over the paw print tattoo lining Castiel's skin.

"Oh-"

Castiel squeaks, actually squeaks, when Dean takes his tongue to draw the outlines of the ink. The omega sits up slightly, hand flying forward to find purchase in Dean's sandy hair.

"What?" Dean looks up, eyebrows scrunching together, "Did I do something wrong?"

Castiel has to take a moment to breathe. He just sits there, hand in Dean's hair, heart thrumming in his chest, lungs rapidly rising and falling. It's not that he didn't enjoy it- he did- it was just… so much to process.

"No…" Castiel manages, "Just… sensitive."

Dean nods, giving a small 'oh' before continuing, "I thought I had done something you didn't want me to… Do you want me to keep going or- …?"

Dean trails off, and it's obvious by the slight waver in his voice and tone that he's nervous right now. Castiel knows he should be- they both are supposed to feel that way right now. Instead of saying something, Castiel just leans down and pecks the alpha's forehead affectionately before nodding softly. His breathing still hasn't returned to normal bounds.

Dean gives Castiel one last glance, one full of unspoken words that shall later be voiced, as he dips his back down to the marked skin. Castiel lets out a savory moan as Dean's mouth works over the tattoo's borders with skill, as though his tongue was actually etching out the canvas below. Castiel has to admit that if Dean ever decided to try and paint with his tongue alone, he would be a master in the art realm.

Castiel has to grip slightly more onto Dean's hair as Dean finishes tracing the paw print with a satisfied and smug smirk. His eyes drift up to Castiel's once more, green eyes alight and dancing with something Castiel's immediately floored from. It seems affectionate and at the same time being something along the lines and close to smouldering.

The alpha looks down again, mouth moving over his skin as his lips press against Castiel's heated flesh. Castiel's veins are pulsing at the same time, making the omega feel as though he has a drum instead of a heart- and it's literally beating itself away. To think- they were strangers once.

Huh.

Castiel's thoughts are interrupted once Dean's mouth ventures onto something else that isn't exactly just his skin.

"Fuck-"

Dean chuckles, and it doesn't help Castiel at all. In fact, all the omega can do is shout out a strange string of what should be curses- or even words.

Dean removes his mouth, lips turned upward in a grin, the flesh red and flushed, "Feel good, Cas?"

The omega can't do anything else except fall back onto the mattress with an unintelligible grunt.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Dean gets back to what he's doing, tongue flicking and causing Castiel to rolls his hips up and breathe out a moan. The alpha tasting him hums, chest practically vibrating with a purr at the sound as he maneuvers his tongue over any inch within his reach.

Soon, Castiel is trying to get his heart under his control, the ability to time his lungs long gone by this point. He feels like he's on a ship that's sinking, Dean's tongue and movements causing more holes to form in the hull as the vessel sinks farther and farther into the depths. Dean lets up then, his mouth sliding off of Castiel as he slinks back up Castiel's heated body.

When he nears Castiel's face, the omega is sure that he can hear the pounding heartbeat clearly though the air. Instead, Dean smiles softly and kisses Castiel again. His lips are slightly chapped and taste salty, but Castiel learns to love the fact that it's his own body that have flavored and dried those perfect lips. Castiel tries to chase after him with his own mouth when the alpha pulls back slightly.

"Dean? …" Castiel asks, voice dry and rough, barely sounding in the small amount of air in between their faces.

The alpha just lets his eyes crinkle more and his lips turn up even more than before, a chuckle rising out of his chest to spill over his lips in a deep rumble. Castiel just lays there pliantly, muscles twitching slightly and his chest still feeling like a heavy metal concert at three in the morning.

Dean just comes up and kisses Castiel softly, his chuckle turning into a purr as Castiel's eyelids flutter closed and his breath leaves through his parted lips in a quiet rush. Castiel feels Dean press his lips again, except to his forehead to move all across his face with soft plucks of flesh.

Suddenly, Castiel is aware that Dean is already rocking into him with gentle rolls of the hips, the omega's body starting to glow instead of lighting up like a Christmas tree. It's a slow burning pleasure instead of a rushed boiling zing of nerves. Castiel's head slightly tilts up on the pillow, moving his own waist below to let Dean have a better angle to work with as he wraps his legs around Dean's form.

"Cas…"

The omega's eyes flash open to meet green irises. Dean's breath rushes over his face, his scent wraps around Castiel like a veil of pheromones, Dean's body moving on and in him. The alpha's fingers either roam over his chest or come to cup his cheek as Castiel can't help but let out another small sound of pleasure.

This version is softer, easier to handle than just trying to fuck each other raw. It's slow and sweet, and Castiel can't help the swell in his chest that actually isn't from the way Dean's hips snap against his own. Dean presses their foreheads together once more, their lips nearly touching and only drifting across each other as they silently lose themselves within one another.

It's not long now, as Castiel's body thrums. He knows he's close, knows that Dean is too.

"Dean-"

"I know, Cas." Dean murmurs, his lips slightly pressing onto Castiel's as he talks.

The omega can't help it, as another moan works its way out and wantonly vibrates in his chest, his lips parting and remaining that way as Dean works up more momentum and speed. His rolls are less of a planned movement and more so of a 'which feels the best' sort of thing. The alpha moves his mouth to the side of Castiel's face to where his rushed breaths his Castiel's hear, and the omega can clearly hear everything that's leaving that opened mouth.

Castiel loses himself, and with the combination of Dean's technique and the fact he can hear the soft growls puffed against his ear, it's not that big of a surprise when it happens. As he feels the walls crumble down in on him, he throws his head back in a silent scream, his hands coming to snake long trails of red and raised skin as his nails rush down Dean's back as he moves.

That's all it takes.

The alpha grunts out a sound that makes Castiel melt into the sheets, utterly spent, and Dean just falls back onto him after a moment of stillness after he's untensed and finished with his orgasm. His head rests on Castiel's collarbone, and he can still feel Dean's lips kissing his skin as he lays against him- the two locked together from below.

"Dean-"

The alpha looks up slightly, his eyelids drooping, "Sleep first, talk later."

Suddenly, as Castiel's own fatigue rains down on him like the fatter droplets outside, he can't do anything other than agree with him.

When Castiel's eyes blink open, he's met by the view of the sliding door in their room bathed in moonlight, the small river outside moving in a slow and soft current. Something in Castiel relaxes, hearing the faint rush of natural water flow outside. He breathes in for a moment, letting the air settle in his lungs before he looks around the rest of the room.

Dean's next to him, except he's awake.

"Dean?"

Castiel has to swallow with how dry his throat is, his skin slightly sticky and muscles sore. So much for that shower…

The alpha is sitting on the end of the bed, his back bare and slightly illuminated by the moonlight from outside, turning his skin a pale-esque silver that ripples with the contortion of muscles.

"Yeah, Cas?"

The omega has to clear his throat, "You'd said we'd talk…"

Dean nods, except he still doesn't turn to face Castiel, "What about it?"

"I don't know…" Castiel admits, "I haven't really had a chance to think."

Dean just sits there on the sheets, his hand coming to ruffle the short, cropped hair on his head, "That sounds comforting…"

"Is this about us having sex or something, Dean?"

"I don't know- is it?"

Castiel sits up then, the blanket falling off of his shoulder slightly, "No."

The alpha still doesn't turn, and he doesn't say anything either.

"If you're thinking that I'm regretting what we did- than that's not true. I'm happy actually. If I didn't want to do anything, I would have told you remember? I promised."

"I've promised you things before but I still lied…"

Castiel stiffens slightly at that, the only sounds in the room now being the stream outside and the soft rustle of branches. The omega slides up the side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Dean and setting his face against his back. Dean doesn't move.

"That's not true. You promised to protect me once, and you have. Countless times. I know that we've fought, and that I haven't been the easiest thing to handle or watch over. I know that I've hurt you and I've lied myself, and that there were sometimes that I only ever considered myself…"

Castiel goes on, "But that's all I had over the years. The only back I had was my own, I never had someone's shoulders to lean on. So I guess when you came along I had no idea to work with this codependency thing. But I'm willing to figure it out Dean. I'll make mistakes- and I already have- but just know that I will give everything to try and fix them. What we did earlier- it wasn't something I regret at all."

"You sure? …" Dean asks, his hand coming to rest upon Castiel's own, "Are you positive you don't feel bad about it?"

Castiel nods, "Absolutely."

Dean breathes out, his shoulder falling against Castiel's frame, "Alright. You can take them."

"What?"

Dean takes a few moments, his heart quickening underneath Castiel's palm, "The pills Cas… the ones you doctor wants you to take… I realize now that it's your body and in the end it's your choice what to do with it- no matter what. If there's a chance that Crowley could finally leave you alone, well fuck I'm willing to take that risk and jump."

Castiel is silent for a moment, "So you're just okay with me taking them, even though you told me that they scare you?"

"I never said that they did…"

"Dean…" Castiel's tone softens, "When I talked to John- he told me a few things."

The alpha stiffens under Castiel's hands, "Like what?"

His tone is all business, and Castiel just lets him act tough even though they both know better by now, "He told about what happened, a few years ago. I know why pills terrify you, Dean…"

"He told you about that? …" Dean trails off for a second, "About everything?"

Castiel nods, "He did. But he also told me about letting this argument with you go. He made me realize that there are more things important than some pill."

Castiel kisses Dean's skin, the muscles fidgeting under his lips, and the omega continues, "Out of all the bullshit that's happened, John told me to let it all go because if I focused on what happened on my past, there was no way I could go on in the future. I'd be stuck; stagnant. So that's what I did Dean… I let it all go."

"But what about Balthazar in the bar?" Dean sounds slightly off as he goes on, "That didn't look like putting things to rest, Cas…"

The omega hangs his head a little, "I know that it probably wasn't the best place or idea to have kissed him- especially where you were more than likely going to be in the first place. But it was to settle things between Balthazar and I, permanently."

Dean looks a little over his shoulder, his voice growing weary, "What do you mean permanently?"

"Balthazar had feelings for me before… The kiss was a way of letting him go, Dean. Of letting the possibility or option of us ever getting into a relationship go. It was his request, and considering he saved my life when I ran off into the woods… well, I owed him that much, at least. I'm just sorry you were confused as to why."

"There's not much range for a kiss' meaning, Cas. It's usually something related to a relationship or something."

Castiel places his forehead against Dean's shoulder, the skin warm and smooth against his own, and he sighs, breath going down Dean's back and causing him to shiver slightly, "I understand… I'm sorry, Dean."

When the alpha doesn't reply, Castiel continues, "I'm sorry that I did all of those things to you… I don't know what had gotten into me but… I knew about your feelings for a while, and from the things that I'd accidentally heard I assumed you would be willing to have sex when I was in heat. I guess for once that the person who forgot to ask for consent was me for the first time ever… Now, I realize that I should have asked instead of getting physical, and that my reaction of running was nothing but an unintelligent and selfish thought. I'm sorry, Dean. For that and for making it look as though I had gotten into a relationship with Balthazar when rather I was ending the chance for one."

"It's fine, Cas…"

"Really?" there's a small part of the omega that doesn't believe him, "Are you sure? … I did some pretty fucked up things, Dean."

Dean nods, "I understand why you did it, why you wanted the pills- I get it now, and it took me till I was chasing you through the woods to realize that running was what you've been always forced to do."

Dean turns enough to place a hand and cup Castiel's cheek softly, eyes slightly lit in the darkness, and it reminds Castiel of green glowsticks that are dimmed with time, "These pills- they can give you that. Sure, it may be a shot in the dark, and there may be some bumps in the road… but we've been dealing with shit already, so what's the point of trying to keep it away as though it didn't exist?"

"Dean-"

"Cas." Dean states simply, turning around the rest of the way, pulling the omega to straddle his lap comfortably, his hands running up the curves and dips of Castiel's barren skin as he presses a soft kiss to his shoulder, "If you do take these pills, we may keep Crowley away for good. I'm just saying that even just a chance- the smallest glimmer of getting that fucking bastard away is something I'm going to shoot for. You can be safe."

Castiel lets his eyes soften, leaning his forehead unto Dean's and softly dragging his lips over the alpha's, "I am."

"Cas-"

The omega just presses his lips against Dean's, pulling back slowly and taking his fingers to card through Dean's hair, "Ever since I met you, you've been looking out for me. I've been pushed into corners and you've pulled me out of them. For you to label a pill as a safer option than being with you, than you're insane, Dean. You've always protected me, from myself even. So when I say I'm say, I want you to keep in mind it's not from something in a bottle, it's because of you."

Dean snags his mouth away before Castiel can do it himself or say something else, his lips rougher than before as he pushes him back against the mattress. Castiel's hands tangle themselves up in sheets and on skin, Dean's back rolling as he grinds their hips together, causing a moan to drag itself out from the omega below.

"Feel good, Cas?"

There's no need for words- and if there was, Castiel sure as hell could give any. He's too busy having his body get pushed into a mattress with a certain alpha named Dean Winchester above him slamming him into the sheets. It doesn't help for coherency.

Dean lowers himself onto Castiel's neck once more, tongue drawing a wet line from the collarbone up to the start of Castiel's jaw, a purr coming from him as Castiel keens and whimpers. He can't help it- considering usually he can contain himself during sex.

It's not a well known thing, considering Castiel's only slept with a few people during his whirlwind of an existence, that Castiel isn't one for being an 'omega' during sex. He was just as rough as an alpha, just as tender as a beta- but never, as submissive as an omega. The people he had pleasured or gained pleasure from have always remarked or commented him on the fact he never once begged for anything, never offered up his neck or made desperate noises while tangled in sheets and limbs. Castiel's been proud of it, holding onto the little observation and holding it close to his heart to remind him there is something about him that isn't exactly stereotypical. Of course, that changed with Dean.

Castiel doesn't know what it is about him, considering they've only known each other for about two weeks, so he hasn't had the time or ability to understand or think about it. About how Dean can set off his base instincts, how Dean can make him feel hot under the collar and make his knees weak. Let alone the facts that pile up when Castiel recalls that Dean's made him roll over and present, has made him whimper and plead for more, or has even made him bare his neck in a sign of pure submission. But the major point of this is, is that Castiel loves it. In fact- he can't get enough.

Dean makes him form a whine, low in his throat, as he nips at the skin and pulls slightly. Castiel can feel the drag of his hips against his own, how Dean can't pull out all the way before his thrusts forward. The omega can feel it, his muscles jittery and bones to steady within them. Dean rushes one hand to the headboard gripping tight onto the wood as it knocks against the wall in tune to his movements. Castiel's own right hand joins his, the other coming to find purchase in Dean's hair as the alpha pushes forward.

Castiel lifts his hips to meet Dean's, his back barely falling onto the mattress as he syncs up with the alpha, Dean's fingers moving to rest over Castiel's on the headboard and he grips them tight. Sweat gathers onto Castiel's skin and slicks him further, Dean's own body feeling like a furnace as glistening as though he were under a fine mist as the moonlight shines through the trees and glass. The sound of water is blocked out every few seconds by the creak of the headboard and mattress, being muffled at others by rushed breathing and other noises from the two of them.

Dean- the only one who could walk into his life and manage to rip down any wall he'd built up against the world. Dean- who fixed him when others deemed him beyond repair. His body is against Castiel, reminding him that he's a physical thing and that he exists. That the air he breathes is the same that fills Castiel's lungs, that the blood rushing through their veins is the same color, and that their hearts beat in rhythm all their own. Small little drums, composing a natural flow and making them feel alive.

Castiel feels Dean's fingers enclose on his, the alpha's eyes shut as he rolls forward once more, and it's over for the both of them. They come undone, a large groan coming from Dean as Castiel just lets his mouth mutter anything it wants as his blood rushes through his ears and his head lolls from the stark pleasure coursing through him. Dean's hand remains on his own, slightly trembling as he breathes out and in, chest rising and falling as sweat rolls down his back like the water does over the river rocks a few simple feet away.

Dean leans down, pressing his mouth against Castiel's forehead, and the omega can feel the slight thrum of his heartbeat from his flesh and lips as they pulse against him. They're locked together again, and as Castiel sighs in content, he forgets everything wrong in the world at the moment.

It's perfect.