Dean drained his coffee cup. He watched Castiel with new eyes. They had spent two nights wrapped up in each other. Granted the first night Dean had been having some kind of emotional car crash and last night his beer head had wanted to have Castiel as close as possible. What was staggering Dean in the light of a new day, was that Castiel had been more than amenable to sharing his space. There had been no protest or tell tale traces of reluctance, just a willingness to spend the night pressed together.

There had been times, hell if Dean admitted it many times, when he had considered something more than friendship. Moments when he wondered if there could be a deeper level of intimacy to their bond, even more so after he knew Jimmy was enjoying the great advertising department in the sky. Dean had never cheated on Lisa, but that year when his heart had been emptied and she had done her best to fill it, he'd wondered at times what if Cas showed up? There had been other rare occasions; in the days before Stull, deep in Purgatory, before they knew about Naomi, in the minutes before Not-Zeke told him that Castiel had to leave the bunker... Dean had never told anyone about his boner when Castiel's coating of bees had lifted off the hood of the Impala and swarmed away.

The catch was that there was always some crap going down in his rollercoaster of a life. Hunters didn't get to have normal. Dean huffed an internal laugh thinking that a relationship with a multidimensional celestial warrior could hardly be labelled normal.

He placed his coffee cup onto the saucer. Dean eschewed saucers as a rule, but Castiel had brought him his coffee. He licked his lips in preparation. Was he really going to ask? Maybe he could try his own brand of subtle, then if Cas gave him nothing, he could back out with a morsel of dignity still intact.

"Cas, have you ever?" Dean looked down at his own body and then made a body sweep of the angel standing before him with his eyes.

"Dean are you OK?" Castiel squinted at him.

Too subtle. Dean winced. "Y'know. Do you think of me as your buddy?"

Castiel's eyes narrowed to slits and his head listed to the side. "A buddy is a pal or a friendly comrade. You Dean Winchester are much more than that to me."

Dean's breath caught. His heart did some kind of impossible back flip in a pike position with freaking bells on.

"Dean, you..." Castiel paused for a moment as if searching his inner lexicon, "NANAEEL GAH NENNI OLLOR IO-IAD TOANT OL HOATH"

The intonation reverberated through Dean's body and soul. His lungs expanded to capacity sucking in air to gasp, "What was that?"

"I said our profound bond is abiding."

Castiel's eyes darted away making Dean suspect that the arcane Enochian had a deeper layer of meaning. He huffed and gave the angel a cheek splitting grin, "Guess that means we're more than friends."

Happy with his progress but not wanting to press Castiel into more than he might be ready for, Dean stood to don his layers. He walked to the duffel on the corner of the bed seeking a couple of shirts to put over his grey Henley. Castiel's hand gripped Dean's shoulder from behind. A firm tug turned him around. Castiel was right there with his generous lips parted a fraction, ready for speech or to meet Dean's kiss-deprived ones.

"Do you want this?" Castiel checked. He raised his hand from Dean's shoulder and cupped his stubble roughened cheek. "Is this what you have been trying to tell me in your obtuse way?"

Was it? Dean asked himself. His throat dried out and his heart seemed to dilate. The organ would be heading for gold at the Olympics if it did any more gymnastics. He let his actions do the talking and raised a corresponding hand. His racing thoughts came to a halt. It seemed so simple to copy Cas's gesture pulling down lightly with his fingertips sensing the prickle of Cas's light scruff and the thrumming tingle of something else. He gulped and nodded.

Castiel's eyes crinkled at the edges.

Dean managed an open smile at the sight of joy on his angel's face. His licked the chapped skin of his lower lip from left to right in preparation, tasting a corner flake of minty toothpaste that escaped his morning coffee. Dean's eyes followed the track of Castiel's tongue as it traced across moistening his lips in parallel. The motion invited Dean to act this time on thoughts that had previously only grazed his consciousness with their impossibility. He bent forward from the waist and moved his hand to splay his fingers on the back of Cas's neck and into his hair. Castiel's skin was warm under his shirt collar. Dean applied pressure signalling the other to lean into the kiss. He tasted Castiel's soft lips with a tentative stroke. Cas opened up for him, darting his own tongue to seek the inner heat of Dean's upper lip. Then Castiel's arms were around his neck, resting on his shoulders, and they were kissing properly deeply with hips moving and Dean's nasal breaths lengthening and pulling in oxygen so that he didn't have to end this glorious bonding caress. Castiel tasted different to every person and other being Dean had kissed before. He tasted of night and day, of promise and past, of bird song and thunder, of every impossible thing. Dean wanted to drown in it. He wanted to pull the essence of Castiel into his own core and keep it there. The passion of the moment had not left Castiel unaffected. Low breathy moans came from deep in Cas's throat. Dean gasped into the kiss. He wanted to stay in hold, in the embrace, remain in this moment, frozen in time, solidified and bonded.

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A/N:

I know, I know, I used 'profound bond' but it just had to go in there. I swear the keyboard wrote the letters itself into the Enochian translator.

The Enochian translates as – Our spirits have an eternal union of love
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