Right when morning rolls around, Sam comes to. He turns over onto his opposite site so that he faces Dean's bed, and is immediately greeted by Cas. The angel looks almost dead, laying with his back against Dean and his glassy eyes fixed upwards. Dean has his arms wrapped around him and is snoring heavily with his mouth wide open. Sam pulls out his headphones. "Hey, Cas?" he whispers. "You alright?

"Yes," Cas replies. He looks directly at Sam and smiles. "I am definitely alright."

"Good. That's good."

"How are you?" Cas asks.

"Me? Um, fine I guess. Why?" The younger Winchester hoists himself up on the bed then turns to let his lankly legs hang off the edge.

"I've been thinking heavily overnight," Cas continues. "And as I consider what happiness I have found within Dean, I can't help but feel sympathy for you and the loss of my brother."

"Oh, I see." Sam wraps his headphones around the thin MP3 player, looking down with his lips pressed together. This wasn't exactly what he wanted to talk about, particularly so early in the morning, but it would be rude to dismiss Cas that hastily.

"Dean has changed me," says Cas. "Actually, no. The term changed heavily implies I am quite different. That isn't true. I'm still myself. However my intimate interactions with your brother have certainly improved me."

"Yeah?" Sam asks. Replacing the memories of Gabriel with happiness for his brother helps. It helps a lot. There are dark places that Sam often goes in his head, despite how he might act on the outside, but Cas is good at pulling him out.

"Yes, definitely," Cas says. "I am happier. Dean is happier…ah, do you realize how important it is for me to see Dean happy?"

"No, man. I get it. Dean's a dickhead. It's impossible to get him happy, believe me. You know how bad I feel about that? It's like he's been too busy cleaning up after my messes to take care of himself."

"Your messes, my messes," Cas says with a sigh. He rolls his shoulders back against Dean slightly. "You're correct about that. Dean focuses on others more than himself."

"Definitely," Sam agrees, nodding. "I'm glad you finally got through to him."

At last, Dean stirs. His palms flatten out over Cas' body and run across the clothes as he makes long, vocal, sleepy sighs. A couple grunts and he pokes his head over Cas' shoulder, just enough to kiss him on the neck. Cas closes his eyes and savors the sweet feeling. "Hello, Dean," he whispers. Sam just watches them, chuckling.

"Morning, Cas," Dean replies in a throaty whisper. He keeps kissing him, rubbing him. His fingers grope around for the buttons on the angel's shirt and begins unpopping them. "How's my sexy angel baby?"

"Really?" Sam has to interject.

Like a teen caught in the act, Dean suddenly sticks his head up and stares at Sam. Apparently he forgot he was there. "Really what?!" Dean asks, playing stupid. His face turns bright red.

"Sexy angel baby?" Sam repeats, laughing.

"I uh, man I just woke up. I dunno."

"Dean has good names for me," Cas adds with a smile.

Sam keeps chuckling and stands up, heading towards the bathroom. "I told you I don't mind," he says. "As long as you keep it rated PH it's fine. I want you guys to be happy. Nothing wrong with kissing in front of me."

Dean makes a grumpy face at his brother until he disappears behind the bathroom door, then he goes back to kissing Cas' neck like nothing happened. "You have a good night?" he whispers.

"It was productive."

"Oh, yeah? How?"

"I made good progress in my thoughts."

"Mmmm." Dean closes his eyes and runs the tip of his tongue along Cas' jawline. The angel shivers from the sensation and bucks his body back against Dean's chest. "You like that?"

"I'm not sure this is what Sam considers 'rated PG.'"

"Yeah but he ain't looking."

"That is true," Cas considers. He lets his shoulders relax and Dean pulls back the collar just enough to see a few more inches of flesh. The creamy landscape is endlessly tantalizing. He goes in for a nibble. "Nggh. Deaan."

"Shh-shh-shh," Dean whispers.

"Would you…mmmh…would you like to go somewhere else, now?"

"You all charged up?"

"Yes."

"I wanna go, but I also wanna see those pretty wings again."

"You enjoyed touching."

"Yeah I sure did. They're fucking sexy. And the way you acted when I pulled them? Damn."

"We can drive somewhere," Cas suggests.

"Alright. That's fair." Dean nods then, after putting one last kiss square on Cas' lips, gets off of the angel and rolls out of bed. As he quickly dresses, Cas gets out of bed as well and straightens out his clothes. "Aren't you uncomfortable sleeping in that coat?"

Cas looks at Dean curiously. "No."

"You should wear less when you're in bed with me."

"If that is what you would like."

"Definitely. You'll like better, too."

"I will do this for you, then."

"Do it for us," says Dean. He closes in on Cas and lightly kisses his lips, taking the angel's cheek in his palm as he does so. "I'm gonna pound you raw when I get the chance."

"A complement?"

"Sure," says Dean.

Then the bathroom door opens up and Sam comes out. "Don't mind me," he says. "You guys do what you have to do."

Dean backs away from Cas but, looking shy, takes his hand in his. "We're gonna go pick up breakfast," he announces.

"Sounds good," says Sam. He comes around to the table where he left his laptop and boots up, taking a seat. "Thanks."

"Yeah, sure," says Dean. He raises his eyebrows at his brother during an awkward pause, then yanks Cas away and they leave the motel together.

Early morning is a God-awful time according to Dean, but Cas doesn't mind. He's been savoring the simplicities of human life even more lately so the calm, still air and the faint sounds of birds makes him happy. Sharing a love with Dean has amplified the world around him. The tiniest color, noise, texture or smell is enough to bring a slight thrill to his heightened senses. And he's noticed more about Dean, too. The way his bowlegs stagger as he walks. Every freckle on his face, hands, arms, shoulders, back and butt. When he laughs, the skin around the edges of his eyes crinkles. Sometimes he has to hum or drum his fingers to a silent song, possibly to distract himself from any unpleasant thoughts in his head.

But most of all, Cas has noticed Dean changing. No, it's not a bad change. Just as Cas described to Sam how he was evolving, Dean is, too. He smiles more now. Out of the blue he'll stop what he's doing just to focus on nothing and grin. That's when he thinks about Cas. It's pretty remarkable that Cas has even noticed since he's doing it way more when the angel isn't around. Feeling comfortable with his feelings has turned his life around. In the midst of so much horrific pain and suffering, here is someone who loves him no matter what; someone who would move heaven and Earth, quite literally, to make him happy. That's beautiful and even Dean can't deny that. He's fucking lucky to have Cas.

"How about here?" Dean asks. They're driving now, "looking for a place to get breakfast." Oh, yes. Sam knows what that means. That's practically secret Dean talk for he wants sex without Sam really knowing he's doing it.

"I am indifferent to the location," says Cas.

"Heheh, alright. Then I'll just go here, since it doesn't matter."

Dean pulls down a little unpaved road that runs between thickets of trees. Hoping to find a good stopping place soon but surprised to see how long it goes, the path finally opens up to a field. Some distance away there is a farmhouse but it's far enough from them that they can be alone together without anybody noticing. Dean scoots across the bench seat and puts his arm around Cas' shoulders. He smiles sweetly and looks the angel over, top to bottom, wetting his lips [yeah, you know. He's done it a bajillion times.]

"Cas," Dean whispers. The angel turns to face him and blinks slowly. "God, I love you."

"I love you too, Dean." Cas reaches up and lightly cradles Dean's cheek in his palm. His thumb strokes the freckled skin, running over a little bit of stubble that's been growing.

"I just…ah, man…I can't find words to explain how I feel."

"I understand."

"I spent my whole fucking life running from myself, terrified of what I might become, wishing for a way to change who I am." Dean closes his eyes real tight now, trying not to cry. His voice his strong but full of hard feelings. "I thought if I acted a certain way I could forget the parts I didn't like. Fake it 'til you make it, or something like that. But you know what?"

"What. What do I know?"

Dean smiles through sadness. It's just a cute breath of air through his nose and a faint curving of his lips. Cas continues to pet his cheek.

"Running never solves anything," Dean says. Without any more of an explanation, he tilts his head and moves in to kiss Cas on the lips. Glowing in the morning sunlight, Cas lets his arms wind around Dean's shoulders so he can pull himself closer into the kiss. The only sounds within the Impala are that of the two lovers' lips meeting, and the soft squealing of bodies against the leather upholstery. "I gotta fuck you," Dean whispers.

"Then do, Dean. Fuck me."

"Not in here. Outside. Come outside."

Without letting Dean move away, Cas taps him on the temple and suddenly they are both standing beside the car. Dean is flustered for a second but then he realizes what happened and adjusts right away. He takes Cas' hands and tugs him over to the hood of the car, then stands before him and pushes him back. "Sit down," he says softly. Cas nods and does so. Dean spreads the angel's legs and undoes his belt and pants, pulling them down to his ankles then off completely, along with his shoes. "How's that?"

"My butt is a bit cold, but I don't mind."

"It's gonna heat up, baby."

Dean hoists both of Cas' legs up and brings them around his waist. He unzips his pants just enough to pull his dick from his underwear, then slides the shaft between Cas' cheeks and rubs it around a little. Cas closes his eyes and moans quietly. Dean's learned by now that it's good to always carry a little lubricant at all times, so he takes that from a pocket in his jacket and dribbles some onto his cock. Using his hips to slip around, he pokes the head against Cas' hole delicately. The angel instinctively wants to lay back, but Dean holds him by the waist and keeps him up.

"Stay like this, baby," Dean says. As he gently makes his way inside the tight hole, Dean holds Cas very close so that their chests are together. Cas gasps from the penetration but Dean quiets him with a kiss. They meld together. Ribbons of heat start to shoot through their bodies as the kiss picks up, not to mention Dean's rapidly growing thrusts, but Dean breaks it off and stares back at Cas.

"Is there an issue?" Cas asks, wide-eyed.

"Nah. I just wanna see those wings. Can you bring 'em out for me?"

"Yes," says Cas. He looks around briefly to make sure that nobody is watching, and once the coast is clear he mutters "iolcam ozien vpaachi" once more to summon them. The same thick consistency grows in the air but with the wide open space around them, the wings are allowed to glow even more. The light blends with the morning sunshine so much that Dean nearly has to cover his eyes. He doesn't, though. Instead he just gazes upon the spectacular beauty that is Cas' wings.

They open all the way, probably twelve feet all the way across, and flutter gently in the cool air. Sparkly dust falls onto the hood of the car.

"Hey this might sound weird," Dean begins, looking sheepish and a little pink in the face. His thrusts subside momentarily and Cas stares at him, happy to see the light of his wings reflecting upon him. "But do you think you could uh, put them around me?"

"Do you mean like this?"

The wings curve around to Dean's back, lightly touching him with the longest feathers on the ends. They fold around them both like a fluffy fortress of glowing, soft light. Dean smiles. "Yeah," he says. "Just like that. Does it feel good."

"Yes," Cas nods slowly. He runs his hands down the front of Dean's chest then closes his eyes and leans in for another kiss. Dean meet the lips of course, then starts to fuck him hard again.

They cling to each other and the big cock slams inside Cas' tight hole. It's slick down there and the space around them, within the wings, is burning up with the stink and heat of sex. Cas' thighs squeeze around Dean's waist as he begins to moan into the kiss. His nails tense and start to actually shred through the fabric of Dean's shirt.

Once again Dean breaks this kiss. This time he wants to play with the feathers, so he turns his head to the wing on his right and runs his tongue through the fluff. It tastes good somehow. Cas claws into Dean's flesh and moans quite loud, rocking his head back. His whole body is constantly jostled by Dean's violent humps, causing the car to squeal and creak in time with them.

The wings shudder and quiver while Dean teases them. He takes one feather between his lips and tugs at it gently.

"Gaah! Aaah!" Cas shouts. His asshole tenses around Dean's shaft and even his own cock is noticeably affected. As Dean keep tugging and teasing the big feathers, precum starts to run out of Cas' dick in beads. Dean slides a hand down there to take it within his grasp. Cas lurches forward and opens his eyes real wide, crying out in ecstatic joy. Dean pulls at the feathers more, jerks at his cock more and definitely, definitely humps his ass more. Sweat runs down both their faces now. Sweet, heavy sweat. Dean pulls back his lips to show his teeth more and he takes two feathers in between. Cas opens his eyes a little, trying to keep the blue light inside, and watches his lover in action.

Sensing his own orgasm, Dean keeps working his abs hard to deliver pounding after pounding into Cas' tight, raw asshole. He twists his hand violently to jerk the angel off, squeezing the hot flesh pretty hard in his fist. Cas' cries grow so desperate and needy that he must be close to climax. A shaky little moan rolls out of Cas' lips in Enochian, "ozazm ul." Dean doesn't understand but he assumes Cas needs to cum.

So he pulls. He bites down on those feathers and yanks them right out of wherever they're being held. At that exact moment does Cas rend shallows ribbons into Dean's chest, flinging back his head as a great, strong orgasms overtakes him. It's hotter than any he's had before. His entire vessel flushes with pleasure and he almost flies right out of it. The wings retract and disappear. This is way too much mojo for one little angel to be using.

"Nonciiiii! Ahh! Deaan! DEAN!" Cas cries out as the wicked orgasm fills him. Dean, too, reaches his climax. He holds Cas real tight and lets his cock pump out a hot load. They embrace, kissing off and on, breathing heavy and just enjoying the moment.

"Oh, Cas! Oh my God…"

"I have…never…I have never experience…such pleasure…"

Dean smiles and rubs their noses together. It's a sweet gesture and a little unlike Dean. Or is it?

"Can't wait for the season to start all over again in five years, huh?"

"Mmmm," Cas moans. He's torn between the idea of the torture he endured during the heat and the incredible release when they made love with it.

"Oh, Cas," Dean suddenly sighs. He blinks slowly and grins. "Cas, baby. I love you so fucking much."

Cas heals up the wounds he made on Dean's chest then hugs him around the waist. He lets his legs fall. "I love you, Dean. I love you, baby."

Dean chuckles. "That's cute."

"Is it?"

"Yeah, it's real cute. Not sure if that word suits me, though."

"Why wouldn't it?"

"Baby is sorta for someone real special and sweet. Someone who's sorta innocent and beautiful."

He backs up and lets Cas get off of the hood now. The angel instantly has his pants back on, even though the button-up shirt is hanging out of them. And the sex hair is pretty obvious. He looks at Dean and smiles, sunrise sparkling in his eyes. "It suits you fine. That is how I feel."

Dean shakes his head as he chuckles. "Sure, whatever you say," he mutters. The go back to the car and get inside. Sam will be hungry and waiting so they have to head out, but Dean needs a few more moments in that car.

The sun coming up over the trees, casting long shadows in the grass; a few geese fly overhead in that v shape they always do; a tractor starts up pretty far away but the sound is carried across the field. It's nice. Dean was never one for appreciating bullshit like this, but there's a serenity to be found and he can actually appreciate it. He turns to look at Cas and sees the angel is already staring back at him. He looks content, but something is aching within.

"You okay, Cas?"

"Yes."

"Why you look sorta sad?"

"I'm not."

Dean leans across the seat and gives Cas a brief, soft kiss on the lips. When he pulls away, one single tear can be seen rolling down Cas' cheek. Dean uses the back of his thumb to wipe it away.

"You crying?"

"I suppose I am," says Cas.

"Why, baby?"

"I'm not sure."

"Are you sad?"

"No, I am happy. I am very, very happy."

Dean nods. "Alright," he says. One more kiss. Okay, two more kisses. Three. Four. That's enough. "I don't wanna see you cry, but if it's 'cause you're happy I guess that's fine."

He retracts to his seat and starts the car up, turns her around and heads back down the path they started. Cas has turned to the window and stares out of it, watching the scenery pass. Maybe he's just a little bit sad, thinking about Sam and Gabriel. It's a shame that Sam can't enjoy what Cas and Dean have now. Maybe there will be someone else? Or maybe the memory of what they had is enough to stay satisfied.

Cas reaches over the seat and takes Dean's fingers in his hand. Dean doesn't say anything. There's no reason to. This angel loves him and he loves the angel. Their bond is so close and spectacular that it sometimes seems there's no need for any words at all.

the end

["The mother fuckin' end," Dean found it necessary to add. Cas just rolled his eyes and said, "Now that is just silly."]