Seeing in Black

Ch. 9 Up in Flames

A/N: Hello I'm still here. Thank you all for the lovely reviews for those of you whom I did/could not reply to! I read every one of them! I'm not even going to try to make excuses as to why this took so long (it would probably be lame anyways). A note, I updated the term 'angel-human hybrid' to 'nephilim', because it's easier to say and it's an actual, you know, thing. And I've edited this myself, but I really suck at that so expect mistakes. . . All that aside, here's your 10 thousand words of fucking porn.

Chapter warning(s): Language, sex (seriously it's part of the plot I promise. . .)

Disclaimer: I do not own this Supernatural shit.


Dean woke up before Castiel to find the angel curled tightly up to his side, softly snoring. The morning was a bit chilly, and their tattered blanket was not doing the job. Dean swallowed his pride, remembering he'd already shamelessly cuddled with Castiel last night, and wrapped his body around the angel, causing Cas to stir. His bleary blue eyes blinked open and connected with Dean's green ones. Cas's mouth quirked into a smile and held the hunter tighter against him and Dean sighed.

He didn't want to admit it but he absolutely loved this. Cas was an expert cuddler and Dean had never allowed himself to do this with anybody, lest he injure his pride beyond repair.

"Good morning, Dean," Dean rested his head against Castiel's shoulder, yawning deeply.

"Mornin'. It's chilly in here, isn't it?"

"Would you like me to make it warmer?" Dean thought for a second and felt his face heat up at the many ways he could picture Cas making it 'warmer'. Great, morning wood, anyone?

"N-Nah. . . I'm fine like this. D-Don't want to get detected with your mojo or anything,"

"Dean," Dean looked up.

"What?" Castiel's face flushed and he looked away.

"I want to kiss you. . ." Dean felt the air escape his lungs and his face start to burn. Why did he just have to say it like that?

Dean didn't know what to say and he couldn't tear away his gaze from the angel's lips. He remembered kissing them when they had sex yesterday and God they felt nice. Castiel's lips were soft and warm and mmm. . . How could Dean say no?

"Y-You don't have to ask. . ." His face burned as hot as the sun and he looked away, mortified by just how easy that had slipped out. Had he just given Cas permission to kiss him whenever he wanted? Before he knew it Cas was kissing him. His lips just as hot and soft as before and Dean couldn't prevent a soft moan from escaping his lips when he felt Cas push his tongue inside.

Before he knew it, Dean was pressed into the bed, Castiel on top of him and ravishing him in just the right way. It was like with every lick and touch and bite, Dean was being worshipped by Cas. He felt like he was the rarest treasure in the world and the angel had just found it. It was turning him on so much and they just kept kissing. . .

. . .And kissing, and kissing.

He was sure that, by now, Cas could feel Dean's straining erection stabbing him in the leg, but the angel said and did nothing about it. And why? Dean was one step short of spreading his legs and begging for it. Fuckin' clueless angels. . .

"Hey. . ." Dean said, breaking their kisses and panting hard against Cas's lips. Cas was panting equally as hard.

"Yes Dean?" Dean looked down, quirking his eyebrow suggestively.

"Let's do something a little more interesting. I'm going crazy here. . ."

"I don't understand. This is very interesting for me," Dean groaned in frustration before moving his hand and gripping Castiel's package tightly, making the angel suck in a sharp breath.

"This is more interesting. . ."

"A-Are you soliciting me for sex?" Dean groaned, turned on even more by Castiel's Gregorian way of talking about sex.

He caught the angel's lips again and soon they were scrambling out of what little clothes they were wearing. Castiel grabbed Dean's hips and ground his cock against the hunter's, making them both moan. "S-Shit. . ." Dean rolled his hips up against Castiel, gripping his shoulders as they rutted.

"You're right. This is i-infinitely more interesting. . ." Cas took Dean's lips again and fucked him thoroughly with his tongue, making Dean make all sorts of embarrassing sounds. Dean pulled away, slightly breathless, remembering the first time they fucked. It was so hot the way Cas just let go and couldn't control himself. . .

"H-Hey. . ."

"What?"

"Your wings. . . Let me see them?" Castiel blushed crimson and, after a moment's hesitation, the room was filled with black. The beauty of Castiel's wings never got old. It was always a different experience and God. . . They were more beautiful than ever. "So gorgeous. . ." Castiel blushed harder, looking more dumbstruck than ever.

"I'm glad you find them adequate," Dean sat up reaching out and stroking the soft covert feathers, causing the angel to shiver. Dean took his hand away, worried he might have hurt the man. "S-Sorry I just. . ."

"D-Don't stop. . ." Dean raised his eyebrows, taking note of Cas's flushed face and his trembling hands on his hips.

"You like it?" Dean experimentally stroked the feathers again, harder this time and Cas fucking moaned. God, if that wasn't the sexiest sound in the whole world!

"Nnnn. . . It's so sensitive there. . ." Dean felt his mouth go dry when he realized he'd found a sensitive spot on Castiel that had nothing to do at all with Jimmy Novak. He wrapped his hand around the area and stroked, making Cas turn into butter on top of him. He smirked, doing it to the other wing now. Cas was shaking now, panting harshly against the hunter's neck.

"Feels good?" Dean whispered into Cas's ear. Cas shuddered, almost fucking purring.

"Y-Yes. . . it feels incredible. . ." Cas was grinding hard against Dean's cock now, soft moans escaping from his perfect pink lips. "Mmm I want to be inside of you," Dean groaned.

"F-Fuck. . . Then what are you waiting for you dummy . . .?" Cas kissed him before reaching for his signature trench coat and digging in the pockets briefly before pulling out a tube that looked suspiciously like a tube of lube. . . "What is that? Is that KY? What the hell. . . Why don't you just do the thing? You know, the thing you did yesterday?" Castiel looked at Dean sternly, untwisting the cap and squeezing a generous amount on his fingers.

"We can't use Grace on trivial things like this, Dean. If that was the case, the house would be spotless,"

"So you're classifying the safety of my ass to the level of 'trivial house cleaning?" Dean asked, offended.

"I have done extensive research. I know how to do this." Dean looked at him skeptically, his ass clenching shut at the thought of having Cas's fingers in there. He was sure that he preferred the Grace method, thank you very much. Cas's gaze softened and he gently stroked the Winchester's cheek. "Please trust me?" Dean blushed and looked away.

"A-As if I don't trust you, dummy," Dean was met in a hot kiss and was surprised when he felt a slick hand on his dick instead of his ass. He groaned, his hips moving up to meet each stroke and God. . . Cas's hands were firm and soft at the same time. It felt so good. . .

He welcomed Castiel's hot tongue, wrapping his fingers around his hair so that he couldn't escape. The touching lasted a few minutes before Dean felt more lube being squirted down there, this time feeling it drip down his crack.

As much as he was nervous, he was just as turned on.

Cas's fingers slid down, massaging his balls before slipping past to the patch of skin that lay in front of his hole. He pressed into it with his thumb, rubbing circles as they kissed and Dean wondered if this was really all that bad? Sure, he hadn't gotten inside yet but, all nervousness aside, this was fuckin' hot.

More lube. Fingers gently caressing his hole. . . Nervousness. . .

Even though he'd already had Cas's dick up there. . . For some reason this felt different. It felt more. . . intimate. Cas was about to touch him in a place where no fingers have gone before. . . He would be able to see Dean's reaction clearly without the sexual haze. He would see just how exposed Dean felt when Cas was inside of him. . . it would be even worse. . .

The first finger slipped slowly past the tight ring of muscles, Cas's thumb still stroking his perineum. Dean didn't know whether to be turned on or mortified. The result was him clenching as tight as he possibly could until Cas was forced to stop. Cas stopped kissing him and looked up at his face.

"Dean you need to relax. It's going to hurt if you don't,"

"I'm perfectly relaxed!"

"It's like my finger has been caught in a Venus fly trap. I can't remove it even if I wanted to," Dean clenched his eyes and relaxed as best he could, down there. Cas instantly pressed deeper, now slowly thrusting his finger in and out. It didn't hurt at all, Dean supposed because they'd just done it the other day, it was just weird, feeling something wiggling around in there. Dicks didn't wiggle. They just went in, did the job and came out. No questions asked.

This. . . this however, was something different altogether. Yes he definitely didn't hate it as much as he probably should have. When the second finger came, there was more tension, but it still didn't particularly hurt. He grabbed the sheets as Cas thrust in and out, scissoring and stretching, and continuing to kiss him and stroke his cock with his other hand. Dean moaned, imagining Cas shoving his thick cock inside of him.

"Does it feel good?" Cas asked against his lips in that low, sexy baritone of his. Dean's stomach did a few flips.

"More. . ." He said softly, cheeks burning.

"Like this?" Cas said, his features hard now, the thrusts of his fingers becoming sharper and angling at his prostate. Dean cried out when it hit, worried his toes might just curl into his feet.

"Cas. . . N-Not that just. . . just," Dean's voice was definitely more moany than he would like, but then again he couldn't really help it. Cas's lips quirked.

"It's not enough, right? You want something bigger inside. . ." Dean felt his face get hot at Cas's words. Dean just moaned as Cas struck his naughty spot repeatedly with his fingers. "Shall I put it in?"

"F-Fuck!"

"I'll do that as well," Cas placed the tip of his dick against Dean's oversensitive hole, pressing in slowly. Dean held tightly onto Cas's shoulders and bit his lip trying not to ignore how much he liked the feel of Cas's dick moving inside of him. Before he knew it the angel bottomed out and he bit his lip, the feeling of being filled with Cas way more sexy than it should be.

Their lips met in a hot tangle of tongues and needy sounds. Cas's hands found Dean's nipples and tweaked and pinched them, making the Winchester whine. Was Cas really going to tease him now?

"Dude come on . . ."

"Mmm. . . Dean your body is alight with nerve responses right now. I'm simply enjoying watching the way they light up because of the way I'm touching you,"

"That sounds so perverted!" Dean blushed, feeling even more exposed than he did naked. Dean gripped Castiel's wings and rubbed them firmly, making the angel gasp. Hell if he would be the only one feeling vulnerable right now! "You gonna fuck me or not?"

"D-Dean. . ." Cas pulled out and slammed in with zero warning and Dean cried out. Dean's hands were tangled in black feathers as Cas's thick, hard cock pounded against his cum button. Dean grabbed the sheets beneath him, trying to bite back his moans. Cas had his legs spread wide, head thrown back and Dean couldn't get over just how sexy Cas looked; White skin glistening, black wings rumpled and Cas just looking entirely debauched.

Cas leaned over Dean, shifting a bit and ending up aimed right at Dean's prostate. Dean grit his teeth, throwing his head back and rolled his hips, meeting all of Cas's thrusts. Dean groaned low in his throat because fucking yes this was what he liked. "Shit right there!" Cas groaned.

"Does it feel good. . .?" Cas's breath was labored and he was thrusting so desperately now. He was going to come. Dean knew it. He could feel it.

"Yes. . ." Dean moaned his response, rolling his hips to meet Castiel's thrusts eagerly.

"I like. . . ah. . .doing it. . .like this," Cas moaned, pounding him harder and harder hitting that spot with precision Dean knew wasn't human. It set his body on fucking fire. Dean's body bowed the bed, feeling a familiar warmth over his body, like electricity dancing across his skin. He realized it was Cas's Grace. He could recognize how it felt and instantly his feeling intensified. It was like every sensitive place became twice as sensitive and he was moaning. He was crying out to every deity he could think of and over and over Cas's name.

"C-Cas, God fuck me harder. . ." Cas was hunched over him now, fucking him ruthlessly, his wings twitching. Dean groaned when he felt teeth bite down on his neck and his hands become restrained by Cas above his head. His dick was twitching, wanting to come so badly but he couldn't touch.

"Mmmm Dean I'm enjoying you right now. I don't want it to be over. I could do this forever," Fuck! Cas probably could too. . . bastard!

"Cas, come on. . .!"

"What?" Dean blushed, looking away. There was no way he was going to say it. . . "Dean I don't know what you want. . ."

"Yes you do, you bastard," Cas's lips twitched upwards, and he slowed down his thrusts, pulling out as far as he could as slowly as possible before plunging back in hard until he bottomed out. He did this over and over and Dean blushed, biting his lip. "nnnnnnnn! Why are you doing this?"

"I heard that the longer one is denied an orgasm, the more gratifying the sensation becomes later," Cas went painfully slow, driving Dean insane.

"S-Shitt Cas, you sadistic fucker. . ."

"Mmm I want to hear you say it," Dean blushed, not able to take it anymore.

"F-Fuck Cas just please. . ."

"Please what?" Dean shut his eyes, taking a breath before opening them again and looking straight into Cas's eyes, feeling all of his control break, he couldn't believe he was actually about to say this.

"P-Please let me c-come. . ." Groaning, Cas freed Dean's hands, grabbing onto the hunter's cock and proceeded to fuck him for all he was worth. Dean was crying out now, hands wrapping around Cas's neck as if it would hold him together as he came apart.

In no time at all, his orgasm came crashing over him. He knew he was muttering unintelligible words, also Castiel's name repeatedly over and over, but he couldn't really think of any reason to care. It felt so damn good.

Dean could feel Cas lose it. The lights started flickering when they weren't even turned on, the air around them was turning into a strong wind and the bed was shaking. Cas buried himself as deep as he could go. moaning through his orgasm. Dean shivered as he felt Cas let loose inside, trying desperately to deny how sexy it was. Cas's eyes burned white and the wind grew stronger, shattering the light bulbs in the room and rattling the panes of the windows. Dean just hoped the window wouldn't break too.

And then it was like nothing happened. Both men were spent and near-delirious. They lay panting on the bed, curled up together.

"That was pretty intense. . ." Dean grumbled. Cas smirked, still nuzzled into Dean's neck.

"It was, particularly," Dean curled his fingers into Castiel's hair, massaging the skin beneath it. Cas breathed in and out deeply, tracing the sigil on the Winchester's chest that he had placed there.

Dean wondered if this was going to become a regular occurrence. Wake up. Get unbelievably fucked by the sexiest angel ever. Coffee.

It would be a perfect domestic occurrence, save the fact that it was an angel. And a man. Also there wasn't any coffee. There wouldn't be coffee either until they went shopping.

Cas had wrapped his body around Dean, refusing to let go.

"Cas, we should probably get up."

"No." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Dude, we need to go shopping,"

"I require this," Dean choked on a laugh.

"Warrior of God requires post-sex cuddling? That's rich,"

"I don't find the humor in this," Cas adjusted himself. "I don't understand it either, but it's necessary," Dean smiled.

"It's okay, Romeo, I understand,"

"My name is Ca—"

"—Shh!" Dean shoved Cas away and stood up, stretching. "I'm gonna take a shower. Get your ass up."

Dean opened the door to the bathroom and that was when he realized for the first time that there wasn't a shower. Really? They didn't have soap, so what would be the point in just sitting in a footed-tub of water with no means of washing himself? He groaned in frustration, storming out of the bathroom. "There's no shower, for fuck's sake. Just how old is this house?"

"It is precisely one hundred and six years old." Dean shook his head and stumbled feeling a sudden wave of nausea hit him. Shit. Here we go. . .

After fifteen minutes of vomiting and being held steady by Castiel, he proceeded to wash his face in the sink, mumbling curses all the while. Cas stood by the door, watching so as to be there if Dean was hit with another episode. Dean might have found it creepy a couple of years ago but he was actually grateful and thought it was kind of sweet.

Besides. . . Cas just fingered him and fucked him into the mattress. . . he had more invasion of privacy rights than before, didn't he?

Dean almost choked because not in his entire life would he think he could ever say he was just casually sleeping with a man.

A decidedly adorable man though. . . Dean sighed and proceeded to brush his teeth.

:oOo:

"So what's on the list?" Dean asked as they made their way into town. Walking. It wasn't too far from the house, and the morning was beautiful. Dean didn't really mind.

"Blankets, pillows, toilet paper, shower head, soap, shampoo, hand soap, towels. Food. Coffee. . . Dean I don't know how we're going to carry all of this back to the house,"

"Well you're like a walking piece of metal. You can be the bulk carrier. I can carry all the food and shit. These guns aren't just for show!" Dean flexed his bicep and wiggled his eyebrows. Cas was completely unaffected which hurt the hunter's pride just a little bit.

"Yes well, we can always come back for things. I don't want you to overdo it," Dean rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure I can manage a few bags of groceries!"

"You're pregnant," Dean was irritated already. The last thing he needed was to be reminded of that.

"Shut up," Castiel didn't miss a beat and quickly circumvented the impending argument.

"Dean, Can I ask you a question?"

"What?" Dean said, his mood deflated.

"Do you have to call out for my father while we fornicate? I understand it's an expletive that humans don't even think about when engaging in sexual activities but the word "God" is different for me so when I hear you calling "God yes, fuck me harder," I can't help but imagine you being penetrated by my dad and that is not comfortable for me to think about," Dean gaped at Castiel, not able to process what was just said. He looked away and visibly shook off the impact of the angel's words and it was like nothing had even happened. "Dean please. . ."

"What else am I supposed to say?!" Dean said, blushing furiously, hardly able to believe they were actually having this conversation.

"Well you can say my name or you can call me. . . Well you can call me baby?"

"Baby?!"

"Yes well. . . Humans in verbal intimacy, couples that are. . . physical tend to call one another 'baby'. For some reason that I don't know the answer to," Dean blushed. How could he call Cas that? That would be like. . . acknowledging they were a couple. . . .

They kissed, cuddled, they fucked, and they were living together. They were even having a baby together for fuck's sake.

But they were not a couple.

Th-There was no way.

"Why would you want me to call you that?" Dean asked, blushing.

"I-I don't in particular, I was just trying to find an alternative for you to say rather than my father. . . "

"I don't even know what to say to that. Christ, way to make walking to the store the most awkward thing in the world, dude!" Dean walked ahead, blushing madly. The sooner they got to the store, the better. Cas at least knew better than to talk about these kind of things in public.

:oOo:

At the local convenience store, Dean thought things were going nicely. They'd quickly found nearly all the items on the list and they were almost finished. They just needed blankets and food.

Dean was currently scrutinizing the selection of bedspreads available and he was not satisfied. All they had was girly shit and fancy mumbo jumbo. It was a few minutes before Dean picked out a set that he deemed acceptable for the bed at the house. It was forest green with brown and red plaid strewn across it. Dean held it up to Cas.

"What do you think?"

"it matches your eyes," Cas pointed out. He cocked his head in wonder as Deans entire body seemed to turn red at his words.

"The hell. . . " He muttered and stuffed it at the bottom of the cart, avoiding Castiel's eyes. Why does he suddenly say shit like that?. Cas went up behind him and leaned in to whisper.

"I like it because of that," Dean froze and shuddered visibly, his breath coming out in short huffs.

"I-I got that!" Dean said irritably. Come on. . . We shouldn't stay out here too long." For some reason Dean wasn't quite done in the blanket section of the store. He kept trying to add more and more blankets to the cart, because for some reason, one just wasn't enough, (it was really cold in the house!)but Cas reminded him that they were walking back and Dean decided to limit his choices to two. Cas seemed confused as to why Dean wanted so many, hell Dean didn't even really know why he wanted so many. But Cas said they could always get more if they needed to, which was good enough, Dean supposed.

They were about to check out when Dean made an abrupt stop by the clothing aisle. The baby aisle. He swallowed and walked up to a tiny pair of jeans and thumbed it, as if trying to ascertain whether or not it was real.

He realized all at once that soon he'd have to buy this shit. . . That was crazy just to think about.

What was sad was that, his entire life he didn't ever think about buying clothes for a baby. He didn't think he'd ever have the opportunity to. He'd always known that if he knocked a girl up, he wouldn't be around for her or the kid. 'The Job' kind of snuffed out any chance for that. But now, soon, he'd have to provide a life for someone other than himself or Sam. Dean stared intrigued at the miniature clothes. What would his kid wear? Would he wear jeans and t-shirts like him? Or would she wear dresses and blouses?

He absentmindedly rubbed his stomach, some foreign feeling blooming around him. Suddenly the world was silent.

He was going to be a dad. . .

Holy fucking shit.

"Dean? Is everything alright?" Dean snapped out of his stupor, turning wide eyed to Cas, his fucking baby daddy.

Shit!

"U-Um. . . Y-Yeah. L-Let's get outta here. . ."After they got the food they left. Not as weighed down as Dean thought they would be. Cas tried to convince Dean to let him carry all of it but Dean would have none of that. He wasn't some princess.

When they got back to the house, Dean wasted no time in setting up the comforter set and installing the shower head, putting everything away and doing some cleaning to take his mind off of the monumental epiphany he'd just had at the store. After all was put away, Dean declared that he'd be in the shower for a very long time while Cas took this time to search for any signs of detection or break in their security. All appeared to be well until a very manly shriek could be heard from the bathroom.

Castiel was in there in record time. He barged in to find the floor wet and Dean huddled against the corner of the shower, completely naked and looking like the shower was trying to kill him.

"Dean, is everything alright?" Dean looked at the angel incredulously.

"The water. . . it's fucking ice! Where is the hot water?!"

"The water heater has been out of function for twenty years. It's probably broken." Dean threw up his hands in defeat. Of course it would be fucking broken!

"And you couldn't bother to tell me that?"

"I was going to inspect the hardware in the basement this morning, however we ended up. . . compromised. It completely slipped my mind for some reason. . ."

Dean rolled his eyes and pulled the shower curtain to cover his intimates.

"Look. . . I just really need a shower. I don't want to wait for it to be fixed. . ." Cas furrowed his brow, stepping into the shower. Dean tightened his grip on the blue shower curtain subconsciously. Castiel glanced in his direction before grabbing onto the shower head until the metal turned red-hot.

"That should provide a comfortable temperature for your water. You only have fifteen minutes, which is small enough to avoid detection. I'd advise you to hurry up," Castiel stepped out and Dean shuffled over to the taps and turned on the water, flinching when it hit him only to realize that it wasn't freezing cold (or burning hot, for that matter). He grinned.

"Thanks man. I can fix the water heater later if you just wanna relax."

"I don't need to relax, however you do. I will fix the water heater." Dean was about to snap at him for treating him like a princess when Cas hastily exited. Sneaky bastard!

Dean quickly washed, not wanting the water to turn cold on him but he realized he finished really fast. Castiel was out there, he could just feel it.

"Cas get in here!" He didn't know what possessed him to say it, but Castiel came into the bathroom, looking apprehensive.

"Yes?"

"I ain't sleeping with a smelly angel. Get in here with me, since we have to save the hot water and everything. . ."

"Dean, I am an angel of the Lord, my Grace is constantly cleansing me. . ."

"Just. . . Get your ass in here," Cas looked confused for a moment before he shrugged off his coat and his clothes before stepping into the shower.

Even though he knew Cas would come in there, and he would be naked, the sight still managed to catch him off guard. Apparently Cas was doing some corporal appreciation of his own kind, because his eyes were glued to Dean's head.

"What are you staring at. . .?"

"Counting again your 110,000 hair follicles, I just realized each bundle of wet spikes holds about 75 hairs. It is nearly perfectly counted for each one except at the back when the count rises to about 150. . . Rarely in human beings are things like this perfect so I've learned to appreciate random instances of perfection and well. . . on you it is very attractive," Dean felt his ears turn red and he turned around, completely embarrassed.

"T-The hell dude?Th-That's attractive to you?"

"It's the first thing I noticed," Dean rolled his eyes. Weird angels. . .

"So, uh. . . Let's get you washed up, yeah?" Dean offered. Cas looked at the Winchester blankly.

Dean rolled his eyes and took the bath pouf, squirting soap into it and lathering it. He handed it to Castiel and lifted a brow.

Cas squinted his eyes and gently started dragging the pouf slowly down his shoulder. Dean watched him for what was about a minute. By the time he'd made his way down the side of his leg and to his foot, Dean let out a frustrated huff and grabbed the pouf.

"You're supposed to scrub. Jesus, do I have to do everything? How did you survive that time you were human?" Dean pressed the pouf against Cas's chest and gently scrubbed in circles all over. Dean suspected Cas was just messing with him to get some skin, the pervert. . . But Dean was watching him and he couldn't tear his eyes away. Cas was so hot, white skin glistening with water and suds. Every line of muscle seemed perfectly sculpted and God. . . He knew it was Jimmy Novak's body but Cas wore it well.

Dean scrubbed around the angel's shoulders and briefly around his sides before it met in front again, this time slowly scrubbing his way down Cas's abdomen. Cas opened his eyes when Dean's hand stopped and he was met with the darkest blue he'd ever seen. His pupils were wide and his mouth was open letting out short puffs of air. It was then that Dean realized what he was doing. Just how much of Cas was he planning on washing?

Dean knew this look. Castiel was aroused. This was dangerous.

This was hot. . .

Dean swallowed and moved his hand lower, never tearing his gaze from Castiel. Oh shit, was he seriously going to do this? His actions would speak volumes and Cas wasn't deaf when it came to sex. Even though he knew this. . . he wanted to.

He wanted Cas. . .

Dean studied his face intensely as he reached the angel's groin, pausing before pressing more firmly against it, lightly rubbing the sponge through the crevice between leg and hip.

Cas grabbed Dean's hand when he started sliding the sponge up the angel's already hardening cock. The pouf was dropped unceremoniously to the floor of the shower.

"Why did you call me in here?" Cas asked, curiously. Dean suspected he already had an idea.

"W-What? T-To wash up, obviously," Dean looked around, anywhere to avoid Castiel's gaze. The Winchester was blushing now, his words fumbling on his lips. What was he supposed to say? I've been horny and I subconsciously wanted an excuse to touch you!

"Your face is flushed, pupils dilated, reactions jittery and your phallus is quickly engorging," Dean's eyes widened in panic and his face grew impossibly more red.

"Y-Yeah? Well for your information I was only thinking of getting clean before you came in here,"

"As per your invitation, I might add,"

"Y-Yeah well . . ." Dean looked into Castiel's blue eyes with a heated, half-lidded gaze. "Maybe I didn't care what happened once you made it in here. . ."

"What could possibly happen in a shower?" Castiel asked, his voice deeper than it usually was. Dean opened his mouth, looking away but no words came out. He blushed, raising an eyebrow and shrugging. Castiel's eyes widened and he pulled Dean close so that their wet bodies were flush.

"I knew you'd get there. . ." Dean said, eyes trained on Castiel's lips. For some reason he had the unbearable urge to taste them. . . Cas seemed to read his mind.

Those soft lips claimed his, hands roaming his body and he could feel the man's cock against his hip, grinding slowly and tightly. Cas was suddenly everywhere, filling every one of Dean's senses and he felt his cock twitch when he realized quickly where this was going. Without denying it, the hunter savored the taste of Cas and dug his nails into his back as he held on steadfastly, lest he slip from the water.

Dean gasped when Castiel's lips traveled further down his neck, sucking and licking every expanse of tanned skin he could reach. Dean groaned deep in his throat and Cas sucked on it harder.

Cas was simply too sexy. Any control Dean might have had always seemed to fly out the window when a certain angel was involved.

And in the span of two seconds, the water went from molten lava to subzero.

Dean screamed. It was a very manly scream.

The Winchester quickly flew out of the shower and grabbed a brand new towel, wrapping it around himself tightly and breathing harshly. Cas stepped out of the shower, unaffected by the abrupt change in temperature.

"I lost track of time. . . That usually doesn't happen. . ." Cas asked, more to himself than anything. Dean stared at him wide eyed.

"I will never take fifteen minutes lightly ever again in my entire life. . . I might need half a day for my balls to crawl back down from my stomach."

"Right, well, why don't you get dressed?." Cas said. Dean looked down. Certainly his own problem was precisely snuffed out, but Cas was still as hard as a steel bar. He stopped Cas from leaving the bathroom.

"H-Hey you're still. . . " Dean looked down at Castiel's groin for a fraction of a second before he looked up, blushing furiously.

"It's fine. Don't worry about me. Please just dry yourself before you get sick. Humans have a lower tolerance for cold than angels." Dean nodded. It wasn't like Dean didn't know what a painful hard-on was. He wasn't going to deny that it sucked and well. . . H-He could probably have helped him with it but he was way too embarrassed to say that. Instead he took the easy out Cas had just given him.

"W-Well we should probably make some lunch anyways. . ." Dean's eyes traveled down to the angel's groin again, locking on it for a moment before he tore his eyes away. "Uh. . . Yeah. 'Kay I'll be getting dressed." Dean turned away, only to be stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Hey," Dean turned and was met with Castiel, not an inch away. The angel pressed their lips together in a lingering, opened mouth kiss. Suddenly every motor skill Dean knew stopped and he froze. Cas pulled away after a moment, leaving Dean breathless and dazed. "I'll meet you downstairs," The hunter gripped the handle of the door tightly, looking like he might topple over.

"Y-Yeah. . . M-Meet you down there. . ."

After Cas left, Dean quickly dried up, taking his time with his hair and shaving simply to avoid seeing the angel when he stepped out. He didn't know how long it would take Castiel to dress (probably only a second, quite literally), but he didn't want to take any chances.

To put it bluntly, he was freaking out. Ever since they arrived at this place, Dean had been acting like some blushing bride on her honeymoon and this was definitely not cool.

Only he didn't know how to stop.

Cas was fucking perfect.

He knew just the perfect way to cuddle, was mind-blowing in bed and seemingly condoned shower sex. . . This house was a bit shabby, but it felt strangely comfortable to Dean. It was even more comfortable sharing the space with Cas. If you ignored the part where Cas also had a penis, it would be like a goddamn dream come true.

The mood had wormed it's way into Dean's mind and he couldn't stop thinking about this perfect morning when he had perfect sex with this perfect man and had a perfect shopping trip. It was almost like they were. . . T-Together.

He splashed cold water on his face, looking at his expression in the mirror.

Aw fuck. He was glowing.

He spun around with a towel wrapped around his waist. Trying to clear the fog from his head. It had to be the pregnancy. There was no other way Dean would act so giddy about domestic life. He'd long ago accepted that he would never have a life like that. This was no different. This was temporary. Dean could not get attached to it.

He couldn't. . . Right?

What made him think that something like this would even last? This was until he had the baby. . . Until the baby was able to suppress it's Grace and. . .

Well gosh. . . That seemed like it would be an awful long time.

Was it okay to get used to this kind of lifestyle? The consequences of letting himself slide into the slippery slope of commitment would be far, far away, right?

Couldn't he just enjoy his time with Cas?

Noooo no no no no. There was the pregnancy talking again. Why did Dean need to enjoy his time with Cas, anyways? This was about not getting killed or attacked and keeping his b-baby safe. . .

But God. . . Why couldn't he just enjoy himself a vacation from demons and freaks just a little bit?

It's not like he didn't earn it. . .

And this thing with Cas. . . Whatever it was turning into. . . It was big and scary but. . . Cas seemed to be letting him do this at his own pace, which he was eternally grateful for. If he had to turn gay, or bi or whatever, Cas was the perfect guy to turn for. He was so sweet and he was always there. . . He promised he wouldn't leave and he cared. Cas fucking cared about him so much. It was nice to have someone care about him that wasn't his brother. Someone he could depend on and trust.

Cas had messed up in the past but. . . Dean was willing to give him another shot. And if they were going down a road that happened to be full of sweet kisses and mind-blowing sex. . . Well who was Dean to complain? The kiss Cas had just given him. . . He could feel how much Cas loved him in those few seconds, in that firm press of lips on lips, the way Cas's breath hitched after like an addict that had just gotten his fix. Being loved like that couldn't be a bad thing. . .

Maybe he would stop being wound so tight with his pride and just let things. . . Let things happen. . .

This is the pregnancy talking.

"I don't care."

:oOo:

Castiel fixed the water heater in five minutes. That was without using his mojo. Dean was impressed, to say the least. Castiel was strong and smart. He'd never had any particular use for a water heater yet he knew just how to fix it.

The first few days in the new house, Dean spent cleaning. The first day they'd cleaned the main rooms; Kitchen, living room, bedroom etc., However the dust and webs were so thick everywhere else that he truly believed nobody had set foot in that house for at least 20 years. Without the help of mojo, Cas and Dean were so busy that they practically lived and breathed cleaning. The house was a lot bigger than it looked.

It was the only way Dean could think of to pass the time. Already he could tell that if they didn't clean and do repairs on the house, he'd be infinitely bored. The one thing about being a hunter is that you always had a job to do. One would think that the opportunity for some free time would be nice, but Dean was so used to living and breathing 'The Job' that when it was taken away, he didn't know what to do with himself.

One thing that might have helped considerably would be a TV or computer or something to pass the time.

"Absolutely not,"

"Aw come on man. I don't have anything. I even had to leave my phone. Unlike you, I need something to occupy my mind other than my thoughts. People go crazy from boredom!"

"Electronics are expensive and we're already using enough money that isn't ours on basic necessities," Dean groaned in irritation.

"Yes but see, I need something to do. I literally can't live not having anything to entertain me, so that counts as a necessity," Castiel looked at him skeptically.

"You want to buy a laptop,"

"Yes, because it's not just entertainment! It's for research too, ya know? Right now we could be tracking that Dickface leviathan or seeing what other hunters are doing—Something useful, right?"

"I suppose it could provide certain benefits."

"So that's a yes?!" Cas thought for a moment before looking back at Dean, still apprehensive.

"Yes, we can buy a laptop," Dean spun around and clapped his hands together, immediately regretting it when he suddenly fell very dizzy. He gripped the sofa for balance. Cas steadied him with his hands, looking concerned. "Dean are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah just a bit dizzy for some reason. Must have overdid it with the cleaning or something," He laughed, but really he was worried. His body was definitely out of sorts recently. Sometimes just standing up too fast made him dizzy.

And then there was the incessant peeing.

It seemed like no matter what he drank, every fifteen minutes found him in the bathroom. Dean had never pissed so much in his life.

Dean stood up straight, stretching his muscles and hearing various pops and cracks. He shouldn't have been this stiff from a couple days of cleaning. Something was definitely off.

Because you're pregnant.

"Shut up. . ."

"What?" Cas asked, looking confused. Dean shook his head.

"It's nothing. Look, I'm gonna go lay down for a bit. I think we did enough cleaning for the day," Dean was about to leave when Cas caught him by the hand. Before he knew it, he felt Cas's soft lips come in contact with his. Immediately, Deans heart started racing and his face burst into flames. It must have been only a couple seconds but it felt like an eternity. Cas pulled away gently and looked him in the eyes.

"Please feel better," Dean nodded, feeling his face burn hot like the sun.

"O-Okay," He turned on his heel and quickly left the room, shutting the bedroom door behind him. He breathed in deeply, his heart thumping a mile a minute. This 'kissing' thing was becoming a regular occurrence, yet somehow Dean was still caught off-guard every time it happened. He still blushed and stuttered like some fifteen year old girl.

They weren't like. . . perverted kisses. They were what Dean had deemed to be 'love kisses'. Cas did it whenever they were to be apart for a while, he did it when Dean wasn't feeling well, he did it in the morning when they woke up, he did it before they were going to sleep. . . Even when he knew when to expect one, every kiss caught him off-guard and he was left speechless. Sex didn't follow kisses like those and it was unnerving to Dean.

In fact, they hadn't had sex since that morning a few days ago, but Cas still gave him those chaste kisses that were more scary than casually having sex with a man. That was just it. Sex was sex. Even if it was with a man, Dean could justify it as a need rather than a want. It was just those kisses were completely unnecessary and completely intimate and Dean still wasn't used to doing that kind of thing with someone, especially a man. Especially when he knew that man was in love with him.

The scary thing was; He liked it.

He was starting to crave those fucking kisses like they were the air that filled his lungs. As much as Cas seemed to like doing it, Dean probably liked it more. Every kiss sent chills up his spine and caused his heart to swell with some unnamed emotion. He felt wanted and needed. He felt loved and Dean didn't realize until recently just how much he needed that.

Again, Dean wondered if it was really okay to get comfortable like this. To get comfortable being loved. He wondered if he was letting himself fall into some false sense of security as he did when he was with Lisa. To believe he could live a normal life was childish now. Even now he knew that this wasn't normal. A male hunter pregnant with an angel's baby was decidedly not normal. He knew he was at the top of the list on Heaven's most wanted.

He knew damn well that they were in for a fight. When or what that fight would be, Dean didn't know. He really didn't want to know right now either. He didn't want to think about the pregnancy thing either. He just wanted to enjoy the peace. He wanted to kind of enjoy the time he could spend away with Cas. . .

It seemed his inner voice had something to say about that.

And what do you think just might 'happen' with Castiel? Do you think you can have a family with him? Do you think you'll just live happily ever after? Have you forgotten that you're a hunter Dean, and that you hunt things like what's in your belly right now?

Have you forgotten that you don't deserve happiness? You don't get to be selfish because you are tainted. You've been marked by hell and you always will be.

Dean felt his stomach drop because of course he knew that.

How could he forget?

:oOo:

Cas didn't turn in until later that night and when he did, Dean was already sleeping. Dean awoke in the middle of the night with a fresh wave of vomiting (he refused to term it 'morning sickness' since it was what pregnant people called it, not to mention it happened at all times of the day, not just the morning). He did his best not to wake Cas, but the angel heard anyways and came to help him. Dean supposed this was a good idea since this time around, his body was so weak from the heaving that he couldn't even stand up straight.

Dean hastily brushed his teeth after the spell (he absolutely could not stand his mouth in that state), and Cas helped him to the bed.

"We can see if there is any remedy for this when we go to the store tomorrow." Dean nodded, reluctant to look for anything concerning pregnancies, but he really needed to do something about this. Cas could only do so much.

"Hey um. . . Thanks," Dean said, watching as Cas slid into the bedside next to him.

"For what?" Cas asked, looking genuinely confused. Dean looked away, feeling embarrassed.

"You know. . . Being there and helping me when I'm like that. I've been kind of a pain."

"You haven't been 'a pain', Dean. It makes me happy to be able to help you in any way I can." Dean smiled, looking at Cas. He seemed completely genuine in saying that and Dean didn't know why that made him so happy.

"So you really l-like me then? Like I mean. . ."

"Love. I love you." Cas said, firmly. Dean blushed, laughing nervously.

"Y-Yeah. . . Love," He took a deep breath. Gazing deeply into the darkness, Dean's heart was fill with joy and contentment and even though he knew it wouldn't last, nothing good in his life ever lasted, he was so happy hearing Cas say that. He couldn't let this, whatever this was, slip away without him holding on as tightly to it as he could.

Things like this didn't just come around every day. Dean knew that better than anyone.

"You're not so bad. . . To hang around, you know?" He said. He couldn't say those three words he knew Cas wanted him to say, but he could tell him that much.

"Do you mean that?" Cas looked genuinely confused.

"Of course,"

"Dean until I met you I've never needed to be wanted and I've never cared about anybody's opinion of me. I'm an angel so I'm not supposed to feel that. But with you, I find myself constantly wanting your approval. . . I wanted you to like me. I fell in love with you but. . . I never imagined this would happen, that you would accept my feelings." Dean cocked an eyebrow in question at Cas.

"What is that? You're a great guy, why wouldn't I?"

"Because you're heterosexual," Dean twitched, taking fistfuls of Cas's hair and steeling himself for what he was about to say.

"Look. . . Straight guys don't sleep with other men. . . I-I'm bisexual at best, Cas,"

"Really? What makes you say that? You've always liked women, Dean," Dean bit his lip, wanting the Earth to swallow him whole.

"Yeah but that was before I. . . Look I. . . I like having sex with you, Cas. I-It's more fun with you. Look you were right, okay? I like y-your. . . your—"

"—Phallus," The angel provided. Dean burst into laughter, doubling over, grabbing onto the angel's shoulder for support. It took him a moment to regroup himself. Cas was looking like he honestly had no idea what was so funny. Dean patted his shoulder.

"Ah shit. . . Yeah, I like your phallus. Jesus Christ. . ." Dean kept snickering while Cas just watched him, curiously cocking his head to the side doing the cute puppy thing he was so good at. This is exactly what Dean enjoyed most about Cas. Cute and oblivious, always managing to make awkward moments funny.

"I don't know why, but hearing you say that is very arousing to me. . ." Cas said. Dean smirked. Scooting closer so that Cas was positioned between his legs.

"Really, now?"

"Yes, the words seem to have that kind of effect on me," Dean was sure Cas's words were having the same effect on him. He didn't know why, but the more Cas spoke like that, the hotter it was to Dean. The hunter pressed closer so that their groins were flush and he could feel just how aroused Cas was getting.

"What effect exactly is it having on you?" Dean asked, pretending he didn't have any idea. Cas shifted, his hard cock rubbing deliciously against Dean.

"I am imagining you very sinfully. . ." Dean ground himself against the angel, arm slung over his shoulder and pulling him closer.

"Well. . . Maybe you should show me what you're imagining so I can tell you if it's sinful or not," Cas smirked and pushed Dean back on the bed, crawling on top of him.

They met in a hot kiss, wasting no time and getting right to the tongue action, which Dean didn't mind in the least. It'd been a while since Dean had one of these kisses. He sighed against the angel's mouth as he was pressed into the bed, twining his fingers in Cas's dark tresses. Cas wrapped their tongues together and he just sucked Dean's tongue into his mouth. The hunter moaned deeply in his throat, his body lighting on fire.

God help him, he was so gay for Cas.

Dean could feel Cas's hard cock rubbing hard against his through their boxers. It was turning him on so much. He didn't realize just how much he'd been craving this.

But then, everything stopped.

Cas was frozen above him, looking like he was struggling.

Dean pulled away and looked at Cas, panting from just how hot he had gotten so quickly, and irritated by just how quickly it stopped.

"What's up Cas. . ? Thought we'd come to an understanding. . ."

"We can't have sex, Dean."

"Yes, but—Wait what? " Dean looked up at Cas confused. Did he just hear Cas turn down sex with Dean? "Why?!" Cas looked away, troubled.

"My Grace is uncontrollable when I have an orgasm. I blew out every light in the house the last time we had sex. I fixed them but still, if I keep doing that, we are bound to be discovered,"

"Well shit. I just start getting into dude sex and suddenly I can't do it anymore?"

"Dean, this is very serious. I don't know what else to do. For all I know we could be facing an attack at any moment. We need to be more discreet," Dean sighed, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.

"Well I guess there's nothing we can do about that. . . I mean unless there was a way for you to work on controlling it?"

"It would take time. Sex is new for me so the nuances in relation to my Grace are new as well. I'll need to, as you say, work out the kinks." Dean blushed.

"Well. . . I mean I can help you, you know."

"Maybe, but for now we'll just play it safe, okay? I'm sorry Dean. I know how much you like having me inside of you." Cas looked genuinely remorseful about this. Dean sputtered indignantly, blushing five shades of red.

"I d-don't particularly! God, it-it's not like I can't. . . you know live without it." There was no way he'd admit to kind of sort of starting to like it. . . Cas only smiled, brushing his thumb along Dean's cheek and looking at the man in wonder before leaning in and kissing him softly. It was just the slightest press of lips, but it made the hunter's breath catch in his throat and his heart beat wildly like he'd just run a marathon. After a few seconds, Dean pulled back, afraid that if he didn't they'd just kiss forever. Cas didn't seem in a hurry to end it. Their eyes connected and it was hard to break the gaze. Dean felt exposed, still not used to having somebody study him so closely. Even though Cas had healed all his scars, he wondered if the angel could still see every one as clear as day.

As he studied that perfect face, before him, only one word came to Dean's mind to describe it:

Happiness.

Cas was so happy.

Kiss me every minute of the day, if it means I can see this expression on your face. . .

Was Cas happy being here with Dean? Was he happy to be close like this? Could he be happy about the b-baby? But there were still so many things to worry about. There was the leviathans. There was God.

Sam.

Dean felt the haze of arousal vanish into thin air, the adrenalin upon remembering his brother's existence surging through his veins instead. Would Sam be looking for them? Would he be angry? Would he find them?

"What do you think Sam is doing?" He asked, a little more desperately than necessary.

"I can't find him with my Grace, Dean. Even if it wasn't dangerous to try, his location is hidden from me,"

"Well isn't that just great. . ."

"He won't find us. Even if he was on our tail, God and the archangels would protect us. This pregnancy is just as important to them as it is to us," Cas's lips tightened. "If he managed to find us and tried to. . . I know he's your brother but I wouldn't be able to allow him to touch you" Cas said, his voice more dangerous and sexy than ever. Dean shivered, feeling tingles travel all the way to his groin and he bit his lip. His hand subconsciously found his stomach and he was a bit surprised at the tiny swell he could feel. Either he'd eaten way too much pie, or something was seriously happening down there.

"I'm fat," Cas looked down to Dean's hand and smiled, covering it with his own, looking deeply into his dark green eyes.

"You're gorgeous,"

::

"There is literally no trace of them. It's like they've completely fallen off the grid!" Sam threw up his hands feeling completely defeated. When Dean wanted to be missing he didn't screw around. . ."

"Did you try tracking his cell phone?" Lucifer said, sitting next to Sam. Sam ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, found it in a freakin' dumpster outside a diner, along with Castiel's."

"Well let's just stick to the facts. They're together, obviously. Dean is keeping the baby. Castiel is obviously using Grace to allow them to remain hidden. If you had access to the Grace network, you could track his Grace." Sam looked at Lucifer disbelievingly.

"Yeah, and where am going to get my own angel WIFI hotspot?"

"You can use mine. I used to be an archangel. I still have my own gateway," Lucifer said, as though talking about the weather. Sam shook his head.

"You're my subconscious, how would that work?" Lucifer smirked.

"It's a process, not an ability. You just need to perform the Enochian ritual,"

"There's a ritual to see the Grace network?"

"There's a ritual for everything Sammy. I just happened to be the oldest angel, God's light and all, so I know all of them,"

"But you're my subconscious, so how would you know?" Lucifer grinned.

"I've been in your head. Of course I hid a few things in there for later," Sam sighed, completely sure that this was a bad idea. But if it was just in his head, then he already had the knowledge. It wasn't actually Lucifer providing it. It was just a resource now.

A hidden resource. . .

"Well then, let's get started."

:oOo:

A/N: Sam no. . . Sam, stahp!

End of what I'm secondarily titling 'The Sex chapter'. There will be little sex for the next couple chapters simply because it's part of the plot. . . Yes my plot revolves around sex, oh fucking kay? Like seriously, the progression of the story is completely compliant on sexual, gestational and emotional milestones. . . I don't know what kind of person that makes me. . .