Chapter 8: Fly by Night

Bobby felt the grogginess of the day begin to take hold. When was the last time he got a really good night's rest, he wondered. He couldn't help but look up from his reading to sleeping beauty in the corner of his study. Dean had conked out about an hour ago with a book about angels on his chest. He looked comfortable stretched out on Bobby's couch/cot he had in the study from his wheelchair days.

Now he felt jealous over the little twit. Sound asleep. Sam went to get some supplies for Bobby around the same time. Bobby was grateful Sam was willing to get some food and more importantly alcohol for the night. He ran a rough hand through his graying brown hair and over his heavy beard, trying to keep himself awake.

His hazy eyes glanced back down to the book cracked open in front of him on his desk. It was just basic angel lore, but he wanted to make sure he covered all his bases, especially after finding out Castiel and Dean were… together. He still thought that was really peculiar, especially for Dean, whom he considered one straight arrow. Yet, Bobby had no qualms about love and in his opinion love can happen at any time and with anyone. Who is he to judge the people who have the courage to openly admit to it?

Except he didn't know what human and angel relationships meant and started reading. So far he hadn't found anything, so he tossed Dean a book and told him to get reading. Dean tore through the majority of the book, also wanting to know if he was sinning against God for loving an angel a little too much. But Dean never was a good researcher. After just two hours, Dean passed out, the all day driving stint finally catching up with him.

Suddenly a slight breeze tickled his face and a sound of flapping wings made his head move to the general direction. Castiel sat perched on the edge of the cot, looking down at the slumbering Dean. Bobby froze. Castiel's stoic face was usually expressionless and hard. Now he watched Dean with a childish curiosity and concern.

"Juliet there, just fell asleep bout' an hour ago." Bobby commented in a low voice so not to wake Dean.

Cas glanced over to Bobby, who still sat motionless at his desk. The lamplight the only source of light in the study, though Bobby could tell Cas seemed almost relieved to be there.

"Good, he needs to rest." Castiel stood and walked over to him.

"Don't mind me, I can take a hike if you wanna schmooze on your lover boy there," Bobby said in his usual candor.

"That's not necessary. I won't be staying long." Cas glanced around the room and also noted the book Bobby had been reading. "I must return before…" he hesitated. Bobby saw the sudden look of hardness tighten Cas's features.

Bobby tensed, "What? Whatever it is that you have to do, don't seem pleasant." Whenever an angel was overly determined or upset it made the back of Bobby's hair stand up, which also meant duck and run.

Castiel glanced over his shoulder to Dean. "I came to say good-bye."

Bobby's heart tightened, "Well don't be wastin' those good-byes on me, idiot. Go wake up Juliet and tell him yourself."

Cas sighed, "I can't."

Bobby rolled his eyes upward and abruptly stood. He was tired of these boys and their sense of timing and now their emotional shenanigans seemed to rubbing off on this angel. "And why not?"

"I…" he faltered.

Bobby smirked, "Right." He reached for the large book he'd been reading from, held it above his desk and let it drop soundly.

He watched Dean abruptly jerk awake, "I'm up…I'm up, I swear!"

Bobby smiled at Cas, "That's my cue." He snagged the book under his shoulder and strode out of the study room, closing the double doors behind him, giving Cas and Dean plenty of privacy.


Cas held back his sigh. He should've waited until Bobby Singer fell asleep before appearing in the study. He just wanted to see Dean one last time before the impending battle. Now he had to say it to the conscious Dean and knew that wouldn't be easy.

Dean tossed the book off his chest and wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Cas?"

"Yeah," he responded and walked over to the cot where he had been sleeping peacefully.

"I must've dozed." Dean mumbled, still shaking the haze of sleep from his face. Cas sat down beside him, not wanting him to get up. Debating if he should use his powers and put him back under. But he knew Dean would not appreciate that. Instead he just sat there, feeling rather helpless in his current situation.

Suddenly he felt Dean's strong hand caress over his hair and down to his neck, pulling him in. Dean smiled before he kissed him lazily. Cas melted against the hunter. He returned the slow, wonderful kiss. It felt good to feel the warmth and wetness of Dean's mouth open against his. He wondered how he'd gone all day without this.

Dean pulled him on top of his already stretched out body. Cas went willingly, lying on top, their clothes the only thing in the way at the moment. Their mouths mingled and sought hungrily for one another. Dean's tongue slid in and out, tangling with his own wet heat. Cas was unable to hold back the groan that escaped his lips when he felt Dean's erection now press against his lower stomach. He was thick and heavy, but not demanding.

Cas wanted to touch him. He reached in between them, and grabbed a hold of Dean through his denim-jeans. Dean's hips jerked forward, his erection pressing into the palm of his hand. Cas pushed down harder, rubbing and stroking. Dean panted out a curse, rolled his head back against the pillow and bit his lower lip.

Cas enjoyed watching Dean like this. He was vulnerable and… hot. It made Castiel hard and anxious. Dean began frantically ripping off his clothes, along with Cas's. Cas allowed him to remove his clothes this time, instead of making them vanish like before. Dean struggled with his jeans and Cas was becoming impatient with his own needs. He touched the jeans and they disappeared.

"Hey… I liked those jeans," Dean protested.

"I'll bring them back. You were taking too long."

"It's not easy with you on top of me." He muttered and slid his hands over Cas's naked torso and down to his pants. Dean removed his slacks, taking his time by stroking his backside and the outside of his legs, making Cas's arousal grow heavy. Cas kicked the horrible clothes off, until he was completely naked with Dean in his arms.

Dean chuckled at his irritation then playfully bit on his earlobe. Cas shivered and ground his cock against Dean's. They both gasped at the friction and began moving into one another. Dean's rough, calloused hands moved down Cas's back and then grabbed both his cheeks and pressed down. Cas yelled out in surprise at the wonderful new sensation that brought to his arousal. Dean did it again and again, each time pushing and grinding him down harder. Cas felt on the verge of losing it with Dean's ministrations. Then Dean opened his legs and repositioned Cas.

Cas was so aroused and hot with need that he didn't care what Dean did to him. All he wanted was his hunter and now. Dean shifted his leg until he was practically sitting upright and suddenly Cas felt him enter him. He gasped, clinging desperately to his strong, muscular shoulders. They hugged and held tight to one another, unmoving. But Cas needed more, his cock swelling uncomfortably, so he did what felt natural. He rocked up and down on top of Dean. Dean moaned, gripping tight to Cas's ass as he arched upwards to greet Cas. In and out… up and down. Over and over. Cas quickened the pace, feeling the tip of his arousal tingle with the sensation, needing desperately to release.

Dean's body wrapped tighter around Cas's. Their sweat slick bodies sliding off each other. Their flesh hot to the touch. Their groans and frantic breathing mixed. Dean felt so strong and alive in his arms that Cas could barely contain the emotion welling up inside him. Cas reached out and slammed his lips against Dean's, hungry and possessive. Teeth clashed powerfully, hands grabbing each other, both humping mindlessly. Dean climaxed instantly. Cas was right behind him, erupting against them.

"Damn…" Dean whispered against Cas's lips, still trying to regain his breath. "That was amazing…"

Cas let himself stay in the hunter's arms a little while longer. He knew it was a selfish indulgence, but at the moment he didn't care. Dean seemed to sense the need to be held, so he leaned back down with Cas's head resting on top of his chest. Dean didn't speak, he simply stroked Cas's soft, short hair. Cas felt content. Almost blissfully happy too. Except he knew what lay ahead of him. And this new found love for Dean would be tested in this upcoming trail.

He closed his eyes, wishing he could sleep just so he could be held a while longer.

"Cas…" Dean said enduringly, "What's wrong? You're quieter than usual."

Cas took a deep breath, "I have to go to war with Raphael's followers tonight."

He felt the jolt in Dean's chest as his heart slammed against him. He sat up, keeping Cas in his arms, but facing him now. "What? I thought his followers would've just laid down arms now that their leader's gone."

"I expected that as well. But Raphael had many dedicated angels. Now they desire to kill me for the death of their leader." Cas stated flatly.

"What can I do?" Dean asked, becoming the lethal and great hunter Cas had grown to admire and respect.

"I'm not sure yet. I don't know if there is anything you can do, Dean."

Dean nodded, reluctantly accepting the fact that Castiel fought on a completely different playing field then him. "You just make sure to get you're happy ass to me when this is over with."

Cas hesitated, knowing he had to be completely truthful with his lover. "It might be a while."

Dean didn't like that response. He glared at him, those emerald eyes hard as ice. "Fine- but the second it's over and you're safe- you come to me. Understand?"

Castiel narrowed his eyes, "there are obligations I have…"

"Understand?" Dean cut in, his hand pressing into the back of Cas's naked spine. The display of human dominance actually made Castiel quiver.

"Yes, I will find you when the battle is done."

"Good," Dean shifted Cas in his lap. "Now where are my jeans?"

Castiel used his angel power to retrieve Dean's jeans and stood, dressing himself. Once they were dressed, Dean shifted uncomfortably.

Cas didn't understand Dean's nerves. He watched him, "What wrong?"

Dean let out an exasperated sigh and said, "I got you something…"

Surprised, Dean went through his duffle bag by the bed and pulled out something colorful. Cas's eyebrow shot up, "What is it?"

"It's a tie!" Dean said smirking. "I dunno- I saw it and it made think of you." He smiled boyishly, looking years younger to Cas. He laid the red tie over Cas's shoulder, "It's called a power tie. Well- I think that's what they used to call it." He shrugged, "it doesn't matter. It's yours."

Cas felt unaccustomed to receiving gifts and just stood there, awkwardly.

Dean seemed not to notice as he loosened Cas's navy blue tie, his fingers warm and sure across his skin. Cas watched, fascinated the way Dean took control of him, even if he was just removing a tie. Cas found an odd enjoyment of being cared for by this hunter. Dean tossed the old tie on his shoulder now and put the new red tie on for Cas.

Cas had to admit, he liked the color. It was a dark maroon red, not overly bright. "What does it mean, power tie?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Just an expression-it's suppose to make you feel confident."

Cas nodded, "interesting." He definitely needed the extra confidence and strength for the upcoming battle.

Dean beamed, "Good." Cas noted that Dean slipped Cas's old tie into his pocket, keeping it. Castiel oddly liked that Dean kept something of his, though he didn't understand why. Maybe it meant that he belonged to him. Or that he would be back to retrieve the tie. Either way, belonging or being with Dean in any form pleased Cas.

"Thank you," Cas said in his usual rough voice.

"You're welcome." Dean's eyes shone brightly.

Cas had the overwhelming urge to kiss the youthful looking Dean, with his boyish grin and sparking eyes. So he did. He leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. Dean let out a frustrated groan at the soft, almost non-existent kiss.

"Cas…" he grumbled, wrapping a hand around Cas's neck. "Don't ever kiss me like that again, or so help me, I'll strangle you." Dean lips crushed against him, telling Cas the exact kind of kiss he wanted the next time Cas felt the urge to lock lips. Cas made a mental note to kiss him like that when he returned, and melted into Dean's embrace.

TBC


**Wow! This story has taken a life of it's own! I'm writing non-stop & having a blastie! I've hit my stride & have plans already for the next chapter. Spoiler alert: Balthazar!

I totally love his mischievous & flat out gorgeous character on the show- so plan on seeing him in the upcoming chapter. BTW happy Supernatural Friday!

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