I know you thought the angst was over but it's not...not even a little. However, at least they're out of Heaven and safe now! This chapter has a scene I've been dying to write since I had the idea, it's got all kinds of happy/angst/fluff wrapped up in one! Also, I've stuck to Cas's pov for quite some time, so I'll switch it up about half way through this chapter. I think they both deserve to have their voices heard.
Thanks for all the reviews! And as an 'I'm sorry' for last chapters shortness this one will be longer...and hopefully have a happy ending ;)Not an ending to the story...just happy for the boys at the moment...
I apologize for the delay in writing/posting this, I've been applying to graduate school so had lots to do!
It took him a second to realize where they were, and the hand that slammed into his chest and burned paths along his ribs brought him back to reality. Balthazar pulled back his hand, having just made Castiel angel-finding-proof then did the same to his own vessel.
"Dean!" Sam came bolting into the room, Bobby close behind him clutching a shotgun, and knelt next to his brother. Dean was still curled in on himself, shaking in fear.
Cas turned to Balthazar, letting Sam try to coax Dean out of his shell for the moment, "Thank you, I owe you a great debt for getting us out safely."
"Don't thank me yet Cassie, they won't let him or you go that easily. You'll probably be free for a few days at most, I'd strongly suggest getting yourselves far away from here and well hidden." Balthazar turned to the three huddled together, Sam whispering reassurances to Dean and Bobby hovering. He pressed a hand to Bobby's chest, who sucked in a breath from the pain of the Enochian carvings, "You should all be invisible to them now."
"Do you still have the key? I'll need my Grace to move us out of here and fight," Cas held up his wrists, "This one is broken, so I can use a bit, but it's not near enough."
"Yea here, let's give it a try," he pulled out the key and tried fitting it into the cuffs, but it wouldn't go in. With a sigh and a shake of his head he put it away, "Sorry Cas, looks like you're stuck with half. Maybe once mutt boy over there calms down he could try. Doubt there's much he couldn't break."
"I'd prefer it if you didn't call him that, but yes, we'll try later. Thank you again, for everything."
"Not at all, happy to help anyone going against the system. Good luck, and if you get the chance to kill Zachariah, please take it for me. He's...what was it you called him? A sack of dicks?" He smirked at Cas, then took his leave, flying off to hide himself from whatever wrath Heaven would have.
Castiel let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, a gesture he'd learned from Dean. There was so much to do, so much that needed him at full power, but they'd have to make do with half for now. First things first, he needed to get Dean stable and move them out of the area. The angels would certainly search Bobby's house first once they got together a garrison.
He looked down at where Sam was trying to cradle Dean, whispering comforting things to him. It didn't seem to be helping. Bobby was crouched down looking between them, unsure what to do. Sam looked up at him, eyes shiny and threatening to release tears at the pain his older brother was in.
"Cas, what did they do to him? What's wrong? What'd they do to you?" he asked, pulling Dean closer.
He knew he looked ragged. His shirt had a strip cut out of it and there was still blood on both it and the coat from where he had been beaten. Though he couldn't see, he was sure there was still some bruising left that they hadn't fully healed. And he was too tired to hide the sorrow on his face, but found that he didn't want to hide it from them. They deserved to know, they loved Dean just as much as he did, and they at least cared about Cas too.
"Sam, we'll talk later. Right now I need to get Dean ready to move. Can you help me get him to the couch?" He bent over and grabbed under Dean's knee, supporting his back as Sam did the same on the other side. Thankfully Sam wasn't being demanding about getting answers, he could probably see that this wasn't going to be a quick fix or a quick story.
Once they got him on the couch Cas began to uncurl Dean. He was still staring straight ahead, eyes unseeing and full of terror. His breathing was shallow.
"Can you go get me a first aid kit and some wet washcloths please? I want to make sure his wounds are taken care of. And some clothes as well. And Bobby?" he turned to the older man who still clung to his shotgun, "Could you get things packed and ready in a car? We need to move him somewhere safe. Anywhere is fine. Oh, and grab anything you can on angel lore and cross breeding. I'll explain later."
His own voice startled him. It was rougher than normal but barely above a whisper. The stress and exhaustion was making his body feel clumsy, and not for the last time he wished that he could get the other binding cuff off. With his Grace this could all have been taken care of, Dean healed, and the group moved within a few minutes. But best to take it slow now, any power he could access might be needed later.
While he waited for Sam to come back with the supplies he stroked Dean's temple and soaked in the sight of him. Even hurting and in shock he was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Cas pressed a kiss to his forehead and whispered, "Dean, come back to me. Please, you're safe now."
Dean stirred a bit, looking around at his surroundings cautiously, taking in Bobby's cluttered living room. He took a deep shaky breath and looked at Cas, green meeting blue, and his fearful look softened.
"Cas...how did we...?"
"Shh, I'll answer all of your questions later, we just need to get you cleaned up and to a safe house. Try and relax, you're safe here," Cas pressed another kiss to Dean's forehead and Sam came back in the room with long strides, setting down the first aid kit for Cas to begin looking through.
"Dean, hey! We were so worried, it's good to have you back now. How are you feeling?" Sam crouched down next to Cas by the couch putting a supportive hand on Dean's knee.
And just like that Dean's walls went back up.
"Don't you dare try and baby me Sammy, you know that's my job," he scowled at his brother but with no heat in his eyes or voice. Then he tried to sit up more and hissed in pain, "What the hell? Cas, half my shoulder's gone!"
The shoulder actually looked much worse than it was, the cut had stopped bleeding but the long red lines down his arm were startling to look at. Cas began gently wiping at the lowest ones near his elbow, slowly working his way up his arm. Sam watched for a few minutes before his curiosity got the best of him.
"What happened there? Looks pretty fresh."
"Cas decided he wanted a piece of me for his scrapbook."
Castiel rolled his eyes at that and sighed, "No Dean, why would I ever do something like that?" He finished up his cleaning job and pulled Dean to sit up so he could reach the cut on his back, "Could you bandage that Sam? I'm not very good with those yet. The cut was necessary, they'd placed a sigil on him and I had to remove it to get him out of there."
Dean's back had tensed when he started to share the reason for the cut, but relaxed as he skipped over the exact details. His bravery act was enough to fool Sam, but Cas had seen how he broke and there was no use trying to hide it between the two of them.
Cas brushed a hand over his back, sending a shiver across Dean's skin. The scrapes lost their pink coloring, immediately looking a bit better.
"I don't want to chance draining too much power or I would heal the others too, but these should heal faster now. It will make resting more comfortable." There was so much more he wished he could do.
Sam moved to put a light dressing on the cut down the control mark and Cas got up to go pack a few changes of clothes for him and Dean, giving Dean privacy to put on the clothes Sam had brought down. Bobby had come back in and was putting together some food and drinks for the drive. The house was oddly silent, their movements the only sounds they heard.
An hour later they were on the road heading to a cabin John had kept out in Montana. They had sheltered there a few times in the past, and the angel proofing wouldn't take long to add with the cans of spray paint Bobby had packed. It was going to be a long 7 hour drive.
Bobby was driving with Sam up front with him to help navigate. Cas had Dean in the back of the car and was trying to keep him still but the weeks of confinement in the 'room' they'd kept him in was making him antsy. Plus, Castiel guess that his anxiety was keeping his mind from resting much. His strength was gone, making it easy for Cas to manhandle him over to lean against his back against Cas's chest, he held him tight hoping the closeness would ease his mind.
But with his brother glancing back nervously every few minutes to make sure that he was still there Dean's need to assert himself came through in the end. He grumbled and tried to pull at Cas's arms.
"I'm not a girl Cas, you can't just try and cuddle with a grown man in the back of the car. Let me go," but it was half-hearted and more for Bobby and Sam's benefit than a true complaint.
With a sigh Castiel reached up and brushed Dean's forehead with two fingers. Immediately Dean relaxed and fell asleep with his head thrown back on Cas's shoulder. The small use of power was worth the peace Dean would have for a time.
"Dude, did you just angel roofie him?! You can't do that to people Cas, especially after what he's been through-"
"Exactly Sam. After what he's been through he needs rest, and there was no way he'd get it on his own. And I need to tell you both what's happened, you deserve to know. He'd never allow me to share it if he could help it...but it needs to be said." Cas ran a hand through Dean's hear, it was greasy from so long without a shower and there were splotches of dried blood. The angel shuddered to think about how those got there, as they weren't from any cuts on Dean.
It took longer than he'd expected to share what he knew with the others. He had only been in Heaven for 5 days, but he learned that only a little over a day had passed on Earth. The area they were kept in must have altered the passage of time. Which meant that for the 27 days they had spent searching for Dean down here, he had been in Heaven for 135. Almost 5 months in the hands of Zachariah before Castiel had rescued him.
It made sense now that Dean's reaction had been as it was, Castiel hadn't been aware of the time difference until getting back. For someone who had been through 40 years in Hell though, a few months seemed like nothing. But there had to be something more that had gone on, and Dean would tell them in his own time.
Through his monologue the other two stayed quiet, waiting to ask questions at the end. Sam had reached back and grabbed Dean's limp hand, squeezing it for reassurance while Castiel talked. Bobby kept the car straight on the road, but Cas could see his knuckles turn white with his death grip as he explained how he had seen the Grace effect Dean.
Once he had finished and they'd asked a few clarifying questions they all sat in silence for a while. Sam kept his grip on Dean's hand and watched his chest as it slowly rose and fell in sleep. Cas just kept stroking Dean's hair, one arm posessively holding around his ribs.
Cas settled back against the side of the car, feeling lighter now that everything was out in the open. The weight of Dean agaisnt his chest was comforting, it proved that he was there with him finally. He watched the slow pulse in Dean's neck for a bit, matching his own breathing Dean's. It took not time at all for him to drift off to sleep, holding Dean tight while Sam watched over them both.
He woke up a few hours later as they pulled into a gas station to refuel, get snacks, and use the bathroom. Cas grumbled, not wanting to move from his place wrapped around Dean but needing to stretch and go pee. Dean's weight on his bladder was far too uncomfortable to make it the rest of the way. He reached up and touched Dean's head, lifting off the sleep he'd put him in, and then gently started moving him so he'd wake up.
Dean groaned, pulling his legs up and trying to sink down into the warmth from Cas.
"Dean, you need to get up for a bit, we've stopped for a few minutes. Do you need to go to the restroom or walk around a little?" Cas prodded him up and over into his own side, settling his zip-up sweater he'd changed into before they left.
"How the hell'd I...Cas?" Dean could see the guilty expression now, "Did you knock me out? Why would you-"
"You needed rest Dean, and you were too anxious to do it on your own. I didn't move you, just let you sleep. Plus, I needed to talk to Sam and Bobby about what's happened as far as I'm aware."
"You told them?" he whispered, face falling back into a look of shame and terror.
Cas put a hand on Dean's forearm, ignoring how he flinched away from the contact, "They needed to know Dean, and I don't even know much myself. I stayed to facts. Anything beyond that you can tell them if you want."
"Fine...at least I didn't have to watch Sam cry or whatever," Dean grumbled. He didn't seem too upset, so Cas let his tension go.
"He didn't cry Dean, don't worry," he opened his door, swung his legs out and stood up stretching in the sunshine. "He did hold your hand for a few hours though."
Dean's exasperated sigh came through the open door, "God he's such a little bitch."
Cas smiled to himself, Dean would be ok, even if it took a lot of hiding his feelings and pretending.
Of all of the things that were going to kill him in his life it was Sam's unnecessary worrying and need to talk that would do Dean in fastest. And this entire situation was no exception. The poor kid was going to strain his neck from turning to check on him every few seconds. Though if he was being honest with himself, which he wasn't, it was comforting to know that his little brother cared. If he was further honest he would curl back up on Cas's chest and rest some more until they got to the cabin.
Instead he stayed silent and scowling out the window, only allowing Cas to put a hand protectively on his knee. Fortunately, Cas had made him sleep most of the way, so the cabin was only an hour past the gas station. Even that hour felt like torture being trapped with all their unsaid feelings crowding everywhere.
When they finally rolled up to the cabin he tried to bolt out of the car, but overestimated his strength and barely got his leg out before needing to stop. Those months in captivity barely being fed had taken so much out of him, and the aching pains made it even worse.
He took a deep breath and tried to heave himself up and out of the car, but barely managed it before Sam was there pulling him out with firm hands. Kid might be a pain sometimes, but at least he could be a help when he needed to be.
"Dude, you can let go now, I'm not going to blow away with a strong breeze," Dean complained, it was humiliating to be held up like he was an invalid.
"No but you're going to need some help until you get your strength back. Just for once could you please accept our help?"
"I've been beat up before and no one acted like I was a fucking princess, get off!" he was getting annoyed now.
"Yea? Well things were never like this before, this is..." Sam cut off at the look Dean gave him. He was just daring him to say what this situation was, to say out loud what was happening.
Cas came to his rescue then, duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Why don't I help Dean get settled inside while you and Bobby go get us some food? I for one could use some hamburgers or steak." He put an arm around Dean's back under his arms, giving him an extra lift of support and steered him away from his brother. He actually couldn't care less about food, but knew Dean would like those options and needed some protein in him.
"Yea, ok, we'll just put up some wards then head out. You know how to reach us if you need anything." Sam said. Bobby just grunted and moved off to spray paint the exterior walls of the cabin against prying angelic eyes.
Cas got them into the cabin and claimed a room for them towards the back. John had made sure there were enough rooms for three people to have their own space, and for once they were thankful for something the man had done. Dean could have some privacy and Cas could either stay with him or go take the couch.
Dean was deposited into a chair to breathe and rest while Cas put a fresh change of sheets on the bed. The walk from the car had been more difficult on his body than he'd expected. From the tests before Cas had arrived he knew that the 'kill switch' left him drained horribly for days, but this round felt worse than the others had. He was glad that Cas was so patient with him and wouldn't judge his weakness, or fret over it like Sam did.
He watched Cas pull the sheets over the bed, tucking them in tightly like Dean preferred. Even though he had put on a fresh change of clothes back at Bobby's he still looked terrible. His hair was an unruly mess, he had blood and dirt caked into his nails, and there was some slight bruising along his jaw from the beating Zachariah had given him. Dean didn't remember much of that, his mind had gone into a frenzy with all of the power rushing through him, but he knew Cas had been beaten bloody and nearly senseless.
Cas left the room then, and Dean felt his absence immediately. There wasn't much to distract him from thoughts of the past few months, so he tried focusing on his own breathing and the feel of the hard chair against him.
He was only alone 10 minutes before he felt a panic attack starting. His heart kicked up to a fast pace, there wasn't enough air getting into his lungs, and his lips started to feel numb. He took big breaths, trying to get more air in, but no matter what it felt like he was suffocating. His thoughts started running fast, rationally knowing that he wasn't in any danger but his body wouldn't calm down. O God he was going to die right here in this chair from lack of oxygen. Mustgetoutnow.
Cas chose that moment to come back in the room, startling him back from the edge of falling into true panic. He hoped Cas hadn't noticed the wild hunted look that had been in his eyes, but knew the angel would have seen, even if he chose to ignore it for now.
"They got the generator going, so I was able to heat up a bath, we should get you cleaned up," Cas came over and helped lift him to his feet towards the cabin's bathroom.
John had brought the tub in when they bought the cabin. It had been their first hiding place, and with one toddler and a 5 year old they needed a bath rather than a shower. John had bathed them for a few years until Dean was deemed old enough to ensure his little brother wouldn't drown, then the responsibility fell to him. The old claw-foot tub had been scavenged from somewhere and patched with caulk, giant cracks running through the porcelain. A shower head above it went in years later then the boys were older.
Cas set Dean down on the toilet while he went to check on the water temperature and get towels. He'd run the bath, not the shower, and Dean was grateful for the thought, there was no way he could stand through a shower as weak as he was. Then Cas came back and started helping Dean out of his clothes. He made it through the shirts before feeling his cheeks heat up, he might be weak but this could go the wrong way quickly.
"I...I can do the rest and wash up Cas, thanks," he stammered out.
"Dean, you can barely stand on your own, you need help with this. Unless you'd rather have Bobby or Sam," Castiel gave him an amused smirk.
"Uh, no, that'd be...horrible."
"Then please relax and let me take care of you," Cas said, face slightly uncertain while he undid Dean's jeans and let them fall to the floor.
"I think I can manage the rest," Dean whispered. This whole thing had started to feel uncomfortable. Not in a bad way, but there was an awkward tension between them and he wasn't sure about what Cas was thinking. The angel had put him at arms length for so long before...getting naked in front of him now seemed like it would be a big step. And he wasn't even sure where they stood at this point.
Cas kept his eyes trained on Dean's shoulder while he worked his boxers off, then took off his own shirts. Neither looked the other in the eye as they stood until Castiel finally broke the silence.
"Here, let me get these bandages off before you get in," he started peeling off the tape that kept gauze on the wounds.
Dean gasped a little at the pain when the gauze pulled away from his raw skin on the shoulder, "Did you really have to cut that all off? Hurts like a bitch."
"I'm not sure if I needed to remove it all, but Balthazar did the same to his and it seemed to work. Thankfully, just a cut through the other mark was enough, or else you'd have two large sections to heal." He pulled the bandage off the other as he spoke, noting that they had stopped bleeding and had lost their vibrant red hue. A good sign, and they could use it.
Cas put a firm grip on Dean's arm and steered him toward the tub, supporting him while he got in and settled under the warm water. Dean leaned back, closing his eyes, and focused on the feel of the warmth soaking into his muscles and joints. He heard Cas bring over some bottles and set them next to the tub and settle down on his knees back behind Dean. Then unsure hands touched along the tops of his shoulders.
"Just keep your eyes closed Dean, and try to relax. Tell me if I do something wrong," Cas said as he began scooping water up and over Dean's chest and neck then added some woodsy scented soap.
God I'd forgotten how good it was to get in a bath, Dean thought. He hadn't had much opportunity to do this since Mary died, mostly just when a girl would insist on it. And those baths hadn't been about relaxing. But for all Castiel's lack of experience with these sorts of things he certainly knew how to give good soapy massages. He couldn't help but let out a contented moan when his neck muscles were worked over with perfectly pressured rubs.
"Where'd you learn to do this Cas? Been running off with someone else while I was gone?"
"From your memories. I saw them all when I put you back together. I know your mother used to give you long baths like this when your father was being particularly abrasive. And you did the same for Sam when he was old enough. I figured you hadn't grown out of this particular enjoyment," Cas said, scooping up more water to rinse off the soap. Dean's skin had gone from a sickeningly dirty color to its usual faded tan.
"I'd be creeped out by that if it didn't feel so damn good. Hand me the soap and I'll get my legs," Dean couldn't help but feel love toward Castiel at the fact that he was doing his best to comfort him. And he was grateful that he hadn't pushed to know what had happened in Heaven, he wasn't sure he was ready to even think about it yet.
Dean hooked his heel over the edge of the tub and focused on washing the dirt off his leg. Cas had stopped his rubbing and was leaning forward, arms wrapped possessively across Dean's chest with his head nuzzled into his neck. He stayed like that while he worked on each leg.
"I was so worried that I would never find you Dean, that you were lost to me," Cas whispered into his skin, pulling Dean tighter in to him.
Dean didn't know how to respond to that yet. Fact was that he had been worried they wouldn't find him either. Had been afraid that he would never get to kiss his angel again, or share a beer with Sam on the trunk of the Impala, or even just be free of the cell they'd had him in. But being here with Cas holding him, it made the memories feel distant, like it was something he could manage.
Cas pulled back and pushed Dean forward until he could dunk his head a bit and work out some of the dirt in his hair. Then he grabbed the shampoo and began lathering it and working it into his scalp. With the same perfectly calculated rubs he worked over every inch, getting rid of the last traces of Dean's ordeal as well as the last of the tension in him. Head massages became his favorite thing just then, Cas's fingers smoothing out every muscle and nerve he never knew he had. He didn't care if it was girly or not, this felt fantastic and intimate and amazing.
He was pushed down into the water again and Cas rinsed the lather from his hair, cradling his neck with a hand. Dean chanced a look at Cas's face, and nearly came undone at the tenderness there.
Once Dean was fully rinsed Castiel stood up and started taking off his jeans. Earlier Dean would have been worried about it, but he was through trying to ignore how much he liked the intimacy between them. He could trust Castiel, with everything, he'd never do anything to hurt him.
Cas nudged Dean forward in the tub and climbed in behind him, legs straddling Dean's hips, then pulled him back to lay against his chest like they had in the Impala. They'd touched skin to skin before, but with no other clothing between them this felt...different. Cas started up his slow rubs along Dean's neck with one hand, the other wrapped around his waist.
"You using your mojo on me right now Cas? Cause I haven't felt this relaxed in...I don't know, years," he asked, eyes closed and head lolled back. He wasn't sure, but either he was genuinely super relaxed or Cas had used some mojo to loosen up his mind, and either option seemed perfectly acceptable.
"No Dean, I'm not. I would if I could, but these Grace restraints aren't allowing much through."
Dean lifted his head and grabbed Cas's hands, examining the cuffs on them. He'd noticed them earlier of course but hadn't given much thought into what they were. Had hoped it was some bizarre fashion statement rather than something Heaven had used against Cas, though that thought had been a very far-fetched hope.
"Zachariah did this to you, didn't he," It was more of a statement than a question. He pulled Cas's arms around himself and pressed back into him, "What else did they do? Did they hurt you Cas?"
"Yes, he did. He was also the one who broke the one side, I blocked his blade with it. And no, they didn't physically hurt me much. It feels...uncomfortable to not have my powers, but I can manage just fine."
"Do you think I could get them off of you? With these powers?"
"Balthazar seemed to think so, but Dean you shouldn't push yourself for my sake," Cas squeezed him tighter and gave a light kiss to his temple.
Now Dean just felt guilty. He had the power to free Castiel from what Zachariah had done to him, to restore him to what he was, and yet he was too much of a coward to do so. And Dean Winchester was never a coward…
"I'll get it off you Cas. Maybe not today, but I promise I will. I'm still just too afraid," he took a deep breath. If there was ever a time to get it off his chest it was now. Who knows if they'd come for him, and when they would? Cas held his tight and let him speak while he poured out all there was to say.
"It just feels so wrong Cas. I can still feel it in me, it's like whatever they put in me settled into my bones and won't get out. It felt like fire when they'd put it in, just burning away at every vein in my body. And you know, I could have made it through that alright. I felt pain like that and more in Hell and dealt with it for 30 years before it broke me. But this...this was different. In Hell, I chose to stay on the rack, I chose to get off..and I guess that's what the difference was, my choice in it. What Zachariah did...I couldn't fight it. I couldn't do anything but feel my body react how they wanted, sit by as they took that choice from me."
Tears had started to fall from his eyes as he talked, and if the wetness on his shoulder was anything to go by Cas was silently crying too. But they let it go, just holding to each other while Dean got it out. The arms around his chest and waist grounded him, and kept his panic and fear from growing too much as they had earlier.
"But you know what the worst was Cas? They forced me to become...whatever that was. I couldn't make it stop, I just couldn't...even in Hell I had the choice to stop the pain! And now I'm stuck with those stupid fucking wings and I'm afraid that if I get one smell of your blood I'll go dark side or something and...God I don't even know Cas. What the hell are we going to do?"
"Dean no, your wings are not stupid. They are proof of how strong you are, and don't you dare think otherwise," Cas gripped Dean's waist and turned him around to face him, the water sloshed around, some spilling over the edge as Cas slammed into Dean. He kissed him hard, arms pulling them chest to chest, and Dean was too stunned to fight it even if he wanted to. His cheeks slid against Cas's from their shared tears and he tasted salt along with familiar taste of his lips. There was no heat to their kisses, just an intense need to demonstrate their feelings for each other and make up for all of the lost time.
Eventually Cas pulled back, holding Dean's jaw in his hands and fixing him with one of his soul-seeing stares, "This is nothing that could happen to you that would cause me to stop loving you Dean, please know that. You survived what they did, and not a single bit of it was your fault. I know your strength, and you know that I will never stop being your biggest supporter. I'm only sorry that I couldn't have found you sooner, but I am proud that we never lost hope in each other."
"I'm happy to hear it man, really I am, but can we stop with the chick flick stuff now? I just want to forget all of it, I just want to fill my mind with you," Dean growled out, pulling Cas back into a kiss with a hand and reaching down to pull their hips together.
They gasped into each others mouths when skin touched skin, cocks hardening against legs and hips while grabbing every part of each other they could. They didn't need to stop and discuss this, the human need to physically distract from pain took over and they let it do away with any space between them.
Dean had been careful to not inspect Cas earlier when he'd stripped down, hadn't been sure what the atmosphere was, but from what he felt against his thigh there was plenty that the angel had been hiding from him. In his experience small girls had some of the best tits, so it was no surprise that the slender man had a surprise below the belt. Dean pushed his hips forward, rocking into Cas to give him some pressure and friction.
He was rewarded with a low moan and sharp bite. Cas pulled his head away to look Dean in the eye, blue flashing with lust as he thrust forward to meet Dean and pressed their cocks together against their stomachs. He leaned down and bit along Dean's neck, small teasing nips that brought little noises out of Dean. He loved when Cas mixed a little pain into things, and he raked his nails down Cas's back in answer.
"God Cas I need you, thought about this so much," his hand had gone down to grasp Cas's ass and crush them closer together while kneading the firm muscle, "you're so fucking gorgeous Cas...need more."
"I got you Dean, here, just...work with me," Cas whispered out, voice low and gravelly. He pulled one hand away from his hold on Dean's head and wrapped it around both of their cocks, water giving a perfect amount of lube and friction for this, "let's do it together."
Dean caught his meaning and brought a hand to wrap around on the other side, fingers clasping together as they slowly stroked up.
As they ran over the heads they groaned, eyes locked on each other, not turning away from the intimacy of what they were doing. They set up a slow rhythm together, hips rolling along with their movements. A few strokes in Cas ran his thumb over the heads and pressed into the slit on one of them, the distinction didn't matter anymore. It turned out to be Dean's and his eyes widened as he stammered out a curse.
"Goddammit Cas, for a virgin you sure know what you're doing," he managed, eyes rolled back up when Cas did it again.
"You assume I have no experience with myself Dean, but let me assure you I know...ugh...what feels good," he growled back, stuttering only a bit when Dean licked up his neck and pulled on his hair with his free hand.
They sped up their strokes, working each other in time with themselves and riding the wave of feeling at the same point. Free hands pulled at hair, shoulders, and ass. Mouths bit, kissed, and licked. Eyes were half lidded, blue and green staring each other down and conveying all they wanted to say but couldn't form the words for.
It was Dean that finally broke the constant mutters of 'yes', 'God yes', and 'fuck yes'. His muscles began vibrating with expectancy, warm feeling pooling in his groin turned to fire.
"Casssss...I'm getting so close...God yes, don't stop," his head rolled back as he lost himself in the feeling, letting it wash over him. Cas would have none of that, and pulled his head back up to face him.
"Give it to me Dean, let me see," he pleaded, eyes glinting as he watched Dean lose himself. It was Cas's hand that kept time as Dean clenched up beneath him. His breathing became erratic, eyes wide as the pressure built, and then the wave broke.
Dean moaned loud with his eyes locked onto Cas's, electric cool tingles ran down all of his limbs, including the phantom wings he knew were attached somewhere. Everything felt like light, licking through his bones and easing the pain.
Cas followed close behind, his own release even more powerful. What little Grace he had access to lit up inside him filling his vessel with warmth to accompany the pulsing electric feelings shooting through him. Fortunately his Grace didn't escape and hurt Dean, but he reveled in the feeling and held on to it as long as he could.
As they collapsed, chests heaving against each other, Dean chuckled lightly and pressed a small kiss to Cas's forehead, "You were holding out on me angel, that was...wow."
Cas gave a small hum in agreement, wrapping his warms around Dean's back and nuzzling into his neck. They stayed there for a few minutes, just enjoying the contented euphoric post-orgasm feeling. It wasn't until Dean opened his eyes and looked around the room that he gave a groan of annoyance.
"We probably should have drained the tub first...this is going to be a bitch to clean up." There was water all over the floor. Their energetic movements and attack of each other had caused a lot of splashing that they'd ignored.
Cas sighed and snapped his fingers, the water disappearing from the room. He pulled back and lifted the plug on the tub to drain it.
"Well if that wasn't rebellious use of angel mojo then I don't know what was," Dean said, mildly amused that Castiel was feeling this lazy. Must have been feeling mighty lazy and good.
"Let's get dried off and in bed Dean, I could use some sleep after that," he stepped out and grabbed the towels he'd set aside earlier. Dean followed him out, muscles trembling from the exertion. If he'd been weak earlier it was nothing compared to how useless he felt now. He let Cas rub the water off of him, taking care to dry every drop from his hair and body. He watched as Cas did the same to himself, then led them out of the bathroom and into their bedroom to collapse under the sheets.
It was nice to pull close to each other with the cool sheets surrounding them. It felt different with no clothes on, like there was nothing separating them anymore. And really, there wasn't. Cas had always known everything about Dean, and now he knew about this confused and terrified part of him. Dean couldn't find it in himself to be bothered by that, in fact he wanted Cas to know, wanted to tell him everything he'd thought while in Heaven.
But that day was about reconfirming themselves to each other, words could come later. So they wrapped long tired arms around each other, Dean's head on Castiel's shoulder, and drifted into dreams that were golden tinted and full of contentment. They didn't even stir when Sam came in a few hours later to check on them, smiling at the sight of his brother back in the arms of his angel where he belonged.
