Cas awoke at the sound of Dean clicking the keyboard of the laptop. He blinked his eyes into focus and looked up at Dean who was sitting next to him in bed, staring intently at the screen. He glanced at Castiel as he shifted a little and said, "Oh man, sorry Cas. Didn't mean to wake you."

Castiel was still trying to comprehend the fact that they'd been sharing the same room for days now. Whether it be his room, or Dean's, they always slept in the same bed. It kind of solidified their relationship in a way, for Cas. It somehow meant they were really a thing. Really a couple. His stomach flipped every time he thought about it.

"It's okay. What are you searching for?"

Dean sighed. "I've been so caught up with this Darkness crap, I've completely lost track of all the other shit going on. People are still in need of our help. There are still loads of monsters out there."

Castiel leaned up on his elbow. Dean continued, "Like here." He pointed to an article in the 'Salida Tribune' online. "In Colorado, people showing up at the morgue with their entire insides liquefied… sounds like a djinn, right?"

Castiel nodded.

"And here," he clicked on another article from the 'Talogo Daily News', "In Oklahoma, a group of people had gone missing and one eyewitness said he saw a man with 'strange shark like teeth'. Could be a vamp nest. We should probably check these out, don't you think?"

He was right. There was still the everyday paranormal stuff going on and until they find God, or Gabriel, they were sitting ducks anyway. He looked up at Dean and nodded. "Yes, we should."

Dean copied down both locations on his notepad and set the laptop down. He slid his body closer to Castiel and rested his head on the pillow. "It's the least we could do, right?" he said, dropping his arm around Castiel's waist.

"We'll tell Sam in the morning. How's the car coming along."

"Almost finished. She'll probably be ready by tomorrow, then we can head out on Monday. Sound like a plan?"

Monday. Time flies. Wednesday marked two weeks since they unleashed the Darkness. Two weeks since they came back here to the bunker, confused and dirty with no idea where to even start. Now, they at least had an idea of what the Darkness was capable of. Until they find God, there was no point in sitting around. Dean was right, it was time to get back to work. They'd help people as much as they could until the path leads them elsewhere.

He was positive that Sam would feel the same. He's sure they will be piling in the Impala the day after tomorrow and doing what they did best. Hopefully they'd find Gabriel in the meantime. Who knew, that angel usually just showed up out of nowhere anyway and Castiel was pretty sure he'd never show up here.

The car was in fact ready by the next day and Sam was also in agreement in hitting the road by morning. He suggested starting out at the Colorado location first. He had originally wanted to split up but after much protest by Dean, he gave in and decided to stick together. Even though they were warded, there was no need taking any chances.

Castiel already started packing a bag. He had a warm feeling when he folded some of his favorite 'Dean' shirts into his duffel, after holding them to his face for a few seconds, taking in the scent. He thought it was funny that neither of them had suggested buying Cas some new clothes. He didn't mind wearing Dean's and he could tell that Dean didn't mind it either. In fact, Cas thought Dean really got a kick out of seeing him in his jeans and flannels. He always greeted him with such an adorable smile when he would get dressed in the morning.

And Castiel loved the feeling of having Dean's scent all around him, at every second of the day.

The rest of the day, Dean spent more time with the Impala, adding last minute touches and paint and Sam made phone calls to the local police and morgue of the town they were headed to. He was getting his foot in the door, so to speak, so by the time they arrived, they could start the investigation fairly quickly.

By the next morning, they were all showered and ready. Dean grabbed Castiel's bag, along with his own and loaded up the car. Sam came out shortly after with his things as well. "I'll take the back," he said, smiling at Castiel.

"No, Sam, that's fine I can-"

"I insist. This way I can sprawl out and rest. I didn't sleep much last night anyway." He opened the rear-side door and climbed in, head first. "This backseat is as big as a couch!"

Castiel glanced up at Dean who was smiling and shaking his head. "You're shotgun, Cas," and he got behind the wheel and waited for Castiel to take his place in the passenger seat. As soon as Cas closed his door, Dean drove them out of the garage and onto the road.

The sun was just coming up over the horizon and it gave off such a magnificent hue of yellow. Castiel rolled down his window and breathed in the country air. It smelled like morning dew on freshly cut grass. He looked up to see the birds just waking up to start their day, and some animals were already running around the fields.

But the greatest site was the one right next to him. Dean, behind the wheel of the Impala, humming along to a song on the radio. He'd occasionally flash a smile at Cas, giving him butterflies. This was good. No, this was great. For the first time since what seemed like too long, Castiel felt as if things were back to normal. He's with the Winchesters, on their way to a job, in the Impala. The only difference was, Dean and Castiel were together. Really together.

Dean reached over and placed his hand in Castiel's, lacing their fingers together. He briefly glanced at Cas and winked. Butterflies again. Many many butterflies. Castiel glanced in the backseat to see Sam had already fallen asleep with his earbuds in. The drive was only about nine hours so Dean made it a point that he would drive the entire way, only stopping for gas and food.

Castiel felt himself drifting, and with the low sounds of the radio and Dean's hand in his, he fell asleep.

Castiel opened his eyes as Dean was pulling into the parking lot of Suzie's Diner. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, glancing briefly at Dean. Dean winked at him and flashed a small grin. "Time to eat," he said, pulling into a spot and turning the car off.

Dean turned around to Sam and hit his leg. "Wake up," he said, louder than he had to, causing Sam to jump. Sam looked around and then sighed at Dean.

"Dude," was all Sam could say as he tried to steady his breathing. Dean smiled wide and they all got out and made their way to the diner. It was late morning by now and Castiel's stomach rumbled as the pangs of hunger grew. He had skipped breakfast and he couldn't wait to eat.

Shortly after ordering their food, Sam, who was sitting opposite Dean and Cas, cleared his throat and smiled at them. "Guys, I just need to tell you… I think it's really cool."

Castiel tilted his head, as he usually does when he's not understanding what the other person is talking about. He glanced briefly at Dean who was sipping his coffee.

"Cool?" Castiel finally asked, since Dean wasn't saying anything.

"Yeah, you two, together. It's great," Sam said.

Castiel smiled, glancing at Dean again. He just stared at Sam, wide eyed. Castiel couldn't tell if Dean was embarrassed or shocked that Sam was so cool about everything. "Thanks, Sam. I'm not sure-" Castiel was now stuck in the position of either acknowledging that he and Dean were actually a couple, or denying that what they have is solid and possibly insulting Dean.

He wished Dean would just say something. Anything.

And then Dean placed his hand over Cas' and laced his fingers with his. "Thanks Sam. It is great, don't you think, Cas?" Dean grinned at Castiel.

Castiel felt a lump in his throat. Dean was actually holding his hand in public. Sure, around Sam he assumed it wasn't such a big deal, but now around strangers in a pretty crowded diner. "Y-yes, of course," Castiel choked out.

Sam shook his head, obviously aware of Castiel's awkwardness. "It's a long time comin', right? I mean, if I could tell you all the times I wanted to scream at you guys to just kiss already…" Sam sipped his coffee while smiling.

"S-so it was pretty obvious, then?" Castiel eyed Sam and then Dean.

"God, yes." Sam said, smiling at Dean who was now rolling his eyes.

Just then the waitress arrived with their food. Cas had ordered the pancakes with a side of bacon, remembering how much he had enjoyed it when Sam had made that for him. Dean ordered his usual eggs and sausage and Sam ordered an egg white omelet with a side of fruit. Dean called it the 'pussy meal'.

After breakfast, Dean drove them to the Zen Inn, the motel Sam had booked. Dean had made a few comments about the name as they drove up. He complained about it looking too new agey and by the looks of the man behind the desk, Dean was pretty much right.

He was a thin man, maybe in his late forties, wearing an outfit pretty similar to the one Cas was wearing in the future, according to Dean. Incense burned on the counter, reminding Castiel of India and the sound of some ethnic music played throughout the lobby.

"Really, Sam?" Dean said, as they got the room keys.

"What? It was the only place with two rooms available. I am not sharing a room with you two."

They bickered as they headed back outside and to their rooms. Castiel walked behind them, smiling, as this whole scene reminded him of the old days. Sam was off to his room, telling them to be ready in about an hour, that they had an appointment with the mortician.

Cas and Dean opened the door and Cas can almost hear Dean's eye roll. There was a buddha statue in one corner and a Ganesh statue in the other, with incense burning on some kind of alter. The bed was low to the ground and there was red and gold laced fabric hanging over it. The room was dimly lit and Castiel tried some of the lamps, only to find they were all very low wattage.

"This isn't so bad," Castiel said as he looked around.

Dean kicked his shoes off and sighed. "I guess not," he said as he picked up a bottle from the nightstand. He chuckled. "Passion massage oil," and he shook his head and placed it back down.

Castiel raised an eyebrow. Maybe he and Dean could give each other massages later. He smiled at the idea and he felt his face heat up. Dean glanced at Castiel and smirked, he was pretty sure Dean was thinking the same thing.

After their showers, it was time to suit up. Castiel had borrowed a suit from Dean and as he looked at himself in the mirror, he was pleased. He was in a black suit, blue tie, and his tan trench coat. He hadn't seen himself dressed like this in a couple of weeks now and it actually felt pretty good.

He was also noticing that since his grace was slowly regenerating, his need to change clothes wasn't all that necessary. He could zap clean whenever he wanted. But a huge part of him still liked the showers and change of clothes, especially when those clothes were Dean's. Castiel did find it wonderful that he also felt the human sensations as if he had no grace at all. He had to admit that he was a little worried that when he was powered up again, his need to be intimate with Dean would cease.

He couldn't think about that now, especially with Dean staring at him like that.

"Jeez. I forgot all about your signature look," Dean said as he inched his way over to Cas.

Castiel looked down at himself and then back at Dean. "I kind of missed it."

Dean raised an eyebrow and pulled Castiel by the tie closer to him. "Me too." He kissed Castiel and wrapped the tie around his fist. He pulled them over to the bed and fell backward with Castiel on top of him, without breaking their kiss.

Dean flipped them over and he slid down Castiel's body. Castiel sat up with his legs hanging over the side of the bed as Dean moved to his knees. Dean fumbled with Castiel's belt and Castiel reached down, helping him with it until his belt and zipper were now undone.

Castiel felt himself harden as Dean slipped his hand in his boxers and pulled him out. He was suddenly reminded of that Destiel porno, but this was obviously a thousand times hotter. Dean took Castiel in his mouth and already had a good rhythm going. Castiel placed his hand on Dean's head and moved with him, pushing his hips back and forth. A throaty moan came from Dean and Castiel could feel the vibration against his cock and it made him even more stiff. Dean's hot mouth felt so good and when his tongue swirled around the tip, Castiel's body jerked.

"Mm Dean," Castiel said quietly, he wasn't even sure Dean heard it.

It felt incredible. Dean's heat on him, his hand at base, stroking a little as his mouth moved up and down the shaft. Cas felt the electric sensation each time he went deeper, the tip grazing Dean's tongue along the way. He wasn't going to last long and just like that, Castiel came hard in Dean's mouth, and Dean drank him down as if he was trying to quench a serious thirst. Dean kept his mouth around Castiel's cock as it softened and then Dean pulled away, looking up at Cas.

"I love how your cheeks turn pink right after you come."

Castiel grinned, stroking Dean's hair and looked down at him. "Yours do, too."

"Do they?" Dean was still smiling as he rose and sat on the bed next to Castiel. He kissed his cheek. "Never knew that."

Castiel began to close up his pants and he reached down, in between Dean's legs, wanting to repay the favor but Dean grabbed his hand and moved it off of him. "Later. That was… for you." He stood and reached into his duffel, picking up their fake IDs. "We need to go, anyway."

"Fine." Castiel sang, playfully.

They met Sam outside and Dean drove them to the hospital. They found the morgue fairly quickly and the coroner was still there, cleaning up. Sam led them in and after a few questions that pretty much led nowhere, the only conclusion they come up with was that five bodies had come in with the same infliction of having their insides turned to mush.

This information they already knew and the doctor denied any knowledge of a connection between the victims. So their next stop was the police station where they were meeting up with Sheriff Martin. Once they arrived, they were shown to the Sheriff's office and Sam and Dean both sat in the chairs opposite the desk as Cas stood behind them.

After a few minutes of casual small talk, Sam leaned in and spoke.

"Do you know if any of them victims had anything in common? Favorite place to eat, a church they attended?" Sam had his notepad out, pretending to be referencing it. Sheriff Martin shook his head and then he sighed.

"The only thing I could think of is that dang blood drive. Some lady showed up last week in some van sayin' she was from the Red Cross and asked for donations. Blood donations," he said while shoving a donut in his mouth.

Dean and Sam shared a look. "So, did all these victims donate blood?"

The Sheriff nodded. "Yeah, far as I could tell, but uh, a bunch others did too."

Dean's eyes widened. "Okay, can you give us some names?" He looked at Sam, silently reminding him to start writing this down.

The Sheriff gave them four more names that he remembered donating blood. He warned them that there could be more but he didn't stick around long enough to find out. He informed them that the nurse who was leading the blood drive had left without leaving a forwarding number.

The sheriff also didn't understand what any of it had to do with investigation, but he shrugged it off all the same.

The guys left the station and headed to the first name on the list. She was just a few blocks away and they were hoping she'd still be in one piece. A few ideas were tossed around that the djinn was trying to rack up a body count by getting willing donors.

The house was set back more than the others. There was a front gate that was securely locked. Dean looked at it suspiciously and with a few little clicks, he opened it. He glanced back at Sam and Cas before he headed to the front door. Castiel thought it was a little odd as well, seeing as this was the only house on the block to have such a secured gate around it.

When they reached the front door, Dean knocked. They stood for a few more seconds before they heard a voice on the other end. "Can I help you?"

Dean spoke, "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. I'm agent Hicks with the FBI." He held his badge up to the peephole that she was probably using to stare at them. "We need to ask you a few questions."

A rustling was heard on the other side and soon a click and then the door opened. This was Joan Wilson and she looked to be in her mid thirties, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She was pretty attractive, as far as Castiel could tell. She moved to the side to allow the men to enter. Sam and Cas both held their badges as well, with Dean taking one quick look at Cas to make sure he was holding it up right.

She appeared very nervous, as she stood there grasping at the end of her sweater. "I already told everything I know to the police," she said, shakily.

Dean eyed Sam and his brow furrowed. "What did you tell the police, exactly? Do you know why we're here?"

The woman nodded.

"So, care to elaborate?" Dean asked her.

She swallowed, eyeing them all back and forth. Castiel could see beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead. There was something off about her that Castiel couldn't quite figure out. The women turned to Sam as he began asking more questions and Castiel kept his eyes locked on her. Her hair moved across her shoulder and he spotted a small needle mark. He thought that was an odd place for a nurse to draw blood from, but then he remembered it was last week that the blood drive occurred. His eyes widened.

"Where is it?" Cas asked her, cutting off Sam. He didn't bother to acknowledge the shocked expressions on Sam and Dean's faces, although he knew they were there.

"Wh-what?" she said, backing away.

"Cas, what are you-?" Dean stood in front of Cas with a look of utter confusion.

"Her neck, Dean. She's been feeding it."

Dean snapped his head around and peered closely. He walked over to her and moved her hair away. "Son of a-"

Just then a woman appeared at the top of the stairs, arms crossed. "Is this a special occasion? Do I get to taste all of you?" The woman said, obviously the nurse. Obviously the djinn.

It happened so fast, Castiel wasn't prepared. The djinn leaped all the way from the top step and into Sam, knocking him to the ground. Castiel rushed to Sam's aid but the djinn backhanded him, sending him flying across the room and into a glass armoire, shattering the panels around him.

Dean backed up, reaching for his silver blade that they had anointed with lamb's blood earlier, but his fingers were shaking so badly, he kept slipping past his belt. Castiel scanned the room and he saw that Sam was twitching on the floor. Oh god, she's poisoned him already.

Before Castiel could help Dean, she grabbed him by the neck and whispered something to him as her tattoos appeared and snaked down her arms and it wasn't long before Dean fell slowly to his knees. Castiel felt his adrenaline build as he bounced to his feet, shooting daggers at her with his eyes.

"Get away from him."

She laughed and licked her fingers. "Mmm. these boys are delicious. I can't wait to really taste their insides." She kicked Dean a few times around on the floor but all he could do is moan. His eyes were a milky white and Castiel knew he had been poisoned as well.

He made eye contact with Joan who apparently had been housing this djinn all week. The girl just stood in horror, unable to figure out what to do next.

"She will kill us all," Castiel yelled out, now trying to step closer to where Dean was. The djinn neared him, taking her time and flashing him a wicked smile. He remembered that Sam also had a blade that they had dipped in lamb's blood, and at that thought, he called out to Joan.

"Go into his back pocket. There's a blade, get it and throw it to me."

She did as he asked, shaking terribly the whole time. The djinn didn't appear concerned about the girl's activity as she drew closer to Castiel. He looked past her to Joan as she was pulling the blade out of Sam's pocket. She almost dropped it as she stood.

They made eye contact and Castiel gestured for her to throw it. In one second, the blade was in the air and in his hand. Before the djinn could react, he drove it right into her chest. She screamed, wailed, and then fell dead onto the floor.

At that moment, Sam and Dean woke up.

Castiel held out his hand for Dean and helped him to his feet and then he did the same for Sam. The woman was now crying and Castiel made his way over to her and patted her on the shoulder. "Thank you. You saved all of us."

She looked up at him and gave a small nod.

After a half hour of trying to calm the poor woman down, and congratulating her on being as brave as she was, they decided it was time to go. Cas watched Dean give her a small but detailed account of different types of monsters to beware of, and Joan , surprisingly took it well. After her experience, Castiel was sure she was now a believer of the paranormal.

They left the house and headed for the car. Dean and Sam were still getting their wits about them, so Castiel offered to drive them back to the motel.

"That was fast. I mean, first place we visit and BAM," Dean said as he staggered into the passenger seat.

Sam turned to him and sighed. "I'm happy it was that quick. Djinn are not my favorite monster to fight." He climbed into the backseat and slapped Castiel's arm before he laid down, using his jacket as a pillow. "Good going there, Cas. Look at you, no mojo and you still saved our asses."

Castiel grinned as he started the car. He glanced at Dean who was massaging his temples. "That's my guy," Dean said.

Castiel froze. His guy?

The drive back was quiet. Castiel kept repeating Dean's words in his head and it was making him smile way more than he should be right after a run in with a djinn. He panicked once or twice thinking, "Oh my god, did it get me too? Am I in some sort of fantasy world where Dean calls me 'his guy'?" but he knew he was not affected. He was still an angel and immune to their poison.

When they reached the motel, Sam denied needing help to his room. After Castiel studied him to make sure, he headed to his room with Dean. Inside, Dean stripped off his suit, carefully, wincing as he did so.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Castiel eyed him from head to toe.

"Yeah, just a little sore. My back and side a bit." Dean headed over to the shower. "Gonna take a hot shower, maybe it'll help."

Castiel followed him into the bathroom and undressed himself as well. Dean smiled at him as they stepped into the shower together. Castiel soaped up his hands and started washing Dean's back. Dean sighed at the touch and he leaned against his arm that was resting on the tile.

He had some cuts and what appeared to be new bruises that were starting to turn a reddish purple. Cas could hear Dean hiss a little as his hands moved across his ribs. "Sorry, I'll be more gentle."

"'S'okay." Dean turned around and kissed Cas on the lips.

"I just don't want to hurt you. She got you good," Castiel said as he ran his hands down Dean's lower back. He felt Dean smile against his cheek.

"Now you got me good," and he moved Cas' hand over to his dick.

Castiel chuckled. He started stroking Dean with his soapy hand, marveling at the sensation of feeling him grow in his hand. Dean's heavy breath warmed Castiel's neck as he tongued the area right under Cas' ear. He moved his other hand to Dean's ass and squeezed, causing Dean to moan. His hands slid easily across his skin and he ran his fingers in the crease of Dean's ass, then back up.

Dean met Cas' lips and kissed him passionately, moving his hips, forcing his erection to move inside Cas' closed fist. Castiel let his fingers explore Dean and then, without saying a word, he slipped a finger inside him. Dean inhaled, sharply and pulled his head back.

They made eye contact when Castiel began to move his finger in and out slowly and he watched Dean's eyelids droop. "F-fuck, that feels good, Cas," Dean whispered.

"Let's take this to the bed," Castiel suggested.

They stepped out of the shower and Dean toweled them both off. He took the lead to the bed and fell down, exhausted. He made a small sound as he did so, probably landing on a bruised area, to which Castiel just shook his head.

Dean leaned up on his elbows, but Castiel pushed him back down, gently. He reached over for the massage oil and poured some into his hand. "Relax. I think you're in need of a massage."

With a watchful eye, Cas started to spread some of the oil on Dean's chest. He went over his anti possession tattoo and then across to his shoulders, massaging his biceps. He kept one hand on his left bicep and stared at it for a while, remembering his hand mark that used to be there.

Dean's soul still bore the mark, it just wasn't visible on his flesh anymore, but that hand print was permanently burned onto Dean's soul. It was eternal. Castiel chuckled to himself realizing that his grace and Dean's soul was, is, and forever shall be connected.

Dean kept his eyes closed as Castiel moved his hands back to his chest, then down to his stomach. He skipped past his groin and moved to his shins. Dean's skin was so smooth, Castiel had to remind himself that this man has been to hell and back, he's been stabbed and punched, you name it, and he was still so beautifully preserved.

Of course that could mainly be due to Castiel healing him a thousand times already. He smiled at that thought.

He dug his fingers deep into Dean's thigh muscles and brought them up, massaging up to his inner thigh. Dean was toned and there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on him other than the little pockets around his belly and waist. Castiel thought it had been a miracle by the way Dean eats that he looked this good.

He then slid his palms under Dean's balls and up over his cock. He watched as Dean grew hard and it was making him sweat a little. Dean was just ultimately gorgeous. To have such an amazing soul and be blessed with this God-like body, no wonder women threw themselves at him. It seemed everywhere they went, some random girl was handing him her number. It didn't make Cas jealous anymore because he could clearly see that Dean would never really be interested.

He couldn't remember the last time Dean had been with a woman, since the porn star and that was, well, a bucket list kind of thing, as Sam described it. He said the piece of toast Dean was eating meant more to him than she did. On one hand, Castiel thought it was funny how little Dean thought of his conquests with women, and on the other hand, it kind of made Dean look like an asshole. That was then, this is now. Now, Castiel had Dean's hard dick in his hand and he was jerking him off.

Dean let out soft little moans while Castiel stroked him. Then he climbed up Dean's body and whispered in his ear, "Turn over."

Dean did so, without opening his eyes. He brought his arms up over his head and rested his cheek on the pillow. Castiel went to work on his back and shoulders, pressing his palms and thumbs into the muscle. He worked his way slowly down his back, over his ass, then to his thighs, bringing his hands back up in one move.

Dean was liking this. His breathing had calmed and Castiel thought he spotted drool out of this side of his mouth. He reached over and poured more oil in his hands and spread it out over his back. Castiel's eyes took in every inch of Dean. He marveled at the sight. Every part of him needed attention and he wanted to lay his hands everywhere.

Cas brought his hands back to Dean's thighs and moved his legs apart. He looked up at Dean who was lying still with his eyes closed. He gently pressed his fingers against Dean's ass and then slid them in between his cheeks. Cas brought both hands to this task, and with one, he began to massage Dean's balls. With the other, he rubbed Dean's opening until one finger slid in easily. With a raspy moan, Dean lifted his head. He relaxed and set his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes.

Castiel moved one finger in and out, slowly and soon inserted another one. Dean writhed a bit and moved his hips, agreeing to the feeling. Castiel was extremely hard and throbbing now as he watched his fingers disappear into Dean so easily, it was making him crazy. He wondered if Dean would let him inside. Oh, just the thought of him inside Dean made his head spin. He would also love to give Dean the pleasure he had given him in the shower that day. Being stroked and fucked was something he'd never forget.

He slipped his fingers out and slithered his way up Dean's body, bringing his mouth to Dean's ear.

"Can I…" Castiel choked, now a little nervous about asking this of Dean. This would be something entirely new for him and he wasn't sure if Dean would really be okay with it.

Dean turned his head on the pillow to Cas. "You want to?"

Castiel nodded.

"Then, yeah. Just uh, be gentle with me, tiger," Dean said with a smile.

Castiel kissed him and turned Dean a little on his side so that he was only partly on his stomach. Castiel positioned himself behind Dean and he continued to play with his ass again, sliding a finger in and opening him up. Castiel was shaking when he took himself in his hand and safely guided himself toward Dean's opening.

This was a huge deal for Dean. He was trusting him, letting Castiel inside, and that was saying so much to the angel, he felt himself near tears.

He grabbed Dean's shoulder and moved his face to his neck, kissing him tenderly. Cas brought his cock in between Dean's ass cheeks.

"Here goes" he thought.

He guided the tip in. Dean inhaled and hummed as he exhaled. Castiel moved in a little deeper. He was so slow, so gentle, he didn't want to hurt Dean. But oh God, the feeling was incredible. He sunk deeper and all he could feel is that tight warmth all around it, squeezing, massaging. He was going to come and he was worried that if he moved any faster, it would be over way too soon.

Dean reached behind him and grabbed Castiel's ass, pushing him against him even more.

"Yeah, Cas," he said in a husky voice.

Castiel picked up the pace, but only a little because the throbbing made the head so sensitive, he was about to explode. He rested his lips against Dean's cheek and kissed him. Castiel wrapped both arms now around him and he took Dean's cock in his hand, stroking him as he moved inside of him.

"Dean," Castiel choked as he came. It was too fast, too soon but he couldn't help it and he was shooting now into him, and it felt like he came a river. He thought he'd be drained, but he remained hard and he just kept pumping harder now, with his come making it more slippery and wet. Dean moaned Cas' name, making Castiel's heart skip a beat.

"Oh, when he says my name..."

Castiel pounded Dean, causing a loud slapping noise and Dean moaned louder when he came in Cas' hand, the warm liquid dripping over his fingers. The feeling of his walls clenching around him as Dean came caused the angel to cry out. Castiel felt himself building toward orgasm again and with a few more thrusts, he came for a second time, inside Dean.

Castiel had his chest up against Dean's back while kissing his ear. He closed his arms around him, burying his face in the back of Dean's neck and he hugged him hard, Dean had cried out a little. Cas was reminded that Dean was still injured so he eased up and began kissing his neck again. He just didn't want to let him go. He wanted to keep Dean this close to him forever.

They both relaxed and as Cas slipped out, Dean turned to face him. "That was, wow," Dean said as he tried to catch his breath. Castiel inhaled and let out a long sigh as he rested his head on Dean's chest. He closed his eyes and listened to Dean's rapid heartbeat.

"That was okay?" Castiel asked him, unsure if he was up to par, suddenly remembering he had asked April the same thing.

Dean chuckled. "Uh yeah…" He lifted his head off of the pillow to kiss Castiel on the top of his head. "I never thought I'd ever do that, you know… but with you, I don't know," Dean drew in a breath and Castiel could hear his heart speed up a bit. "With you, everything just seems so perfect. So natural, like a perfect fit, you know?"

Castiel lifted his head off of Dean's chest and his lips curled into a tiny smile. "Yes. I know exactly what you mean." He rested his head back down and was showered with more small kisses.

"Do you remember when I told you that I saw your true form, that day in the bunker?"

Castiel lifted his head to meet Dean's eyes. "Yes."

Dean slid out from under Castiel and turned to his side, taking Castiel's head in his hands. He kissed his forehead and then his lips. "I was about to tell you that it was the first time I realized something," he paused, "It was when I knew I was in love with you."

Dean's mouth was trembling, and he was trying to smile. Castiel kissed him and wrapped his arm around Dean's waist. Castiel understood how momentous this occasion was. For Dean to not only realize something like that while being a demon was a miracle in and of itself, but for him to also now be vocalizing it.

The feeling of came easy for Dean, for he was so full of heart, it could be considered too easy sometimes. But for him to actually say it, to admit it, is not something Dean had ever felt comfortable with. Castiel too, had never had the nerve to say those words to him, or anyone.

This was also new territory for Cas. He loved people, sure. He loved Sam. He loved Claire. He loved Bobby, and even Kevin and Charlie in his own way. But with Dean, it wasn't just the love of family that he had. It had grown into a miraculous energy that consumed his very essence. This was the love of soul-mates and Castiel had started to become aware that he and Dean were meant to fall in love. It had been written in the stars and no matter how many times they changed their destiny and changed the rules, this never did. This was constant. This was inevitable.

Dean continued, taking a deep shaky breath before speaking, "Well, it's kind of hard to explain but, it was when I realized I had always been. Like, I just knew. I just didn't understand what I was seeing and I… I guess I'd always been in love." His eyes turned down and Castiel searched them so he would look at him again.

"That's... " Castiel was speechless. There was so much he wished he could say but nothing seemed to be able to make it past his lips. Instead, he felt tears in his eyes and they started to fall down his cheeks. Dean's eyes grew wide and he tried to wipe some of Cas' tears away with his thumb.

"Aw, Cas, you're-"

New ground, new revelations, new everything and Castiel was at a loss as to how to behave. Was he Dean's boyfriend? Were they lovers in secret? Do they go on dates? Castiel had never been in a relationship, human or angel, and he was beginning to feel completely inexperienced.

"Dean, to be honest, I have no idea what's happening. I don't know what we're doing," Castiel moved closer to Dean so that their bodies touched. "I'm not good at this."

Dean smiled and continued to wipe Cas' tears from under his eyes. "Neither am I. Maybe we just take it one step at a time, you know, be how we always are. Just closer."

Castiel nodded. Dean continued, "I just know that in this past year, despite all the crap, some things just started to make sense. Things became more clear, in my head and my heart." The last part he said in almost a whisper.

He continued, "And I tried so damned hard…" Dean's voice cracked. "So fucking hard, Cas, to keep that fucking mark at bay. I tried-" Now Dean had tears in his eyes and Castiel could tell he was fighting them back.

"Dean, it's okay. I know."

"You and Sam, you guys played a big part in holding me back. I think it could have been a hell of a lot worse if… if you guys weren't around." Dean inhaled. "I'll never get over what I did though. To you and Sam."

"Dean…"

"It was this inner battle. I wanted to just kill everything in my way, then I would feel that love and it would hold me back, then the rage would take over again, and I swear Cas, I felt almost like a schizophrenic. Like a fucking Jekyll and Hyde!"

Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean and brought his head to his chest. He couldn't tell if Dean was sobbing or just breathing erratically, but he made sure to hold him and kiss him and comfort him. He wanted Dean to feel his love all around him.

"We made it and we're here now," Castiel said, against Dean's head.

They didn't say anything else for the rest of the night. He let Dean fall asleep in his arms and it was not long before Castiel's eyes grew heavy as well. He tried to watch some tv, at a very low volume to allow Dean to sleep but nothing piqued his interest. They planned on leaving for Oklahoma at first light, so he figured sleep was necessary now.

He clicked the tv off and sunk deeper into the bed, still holding Dean close to him. He thought about the bunker and their fight and even though it hurt, he saw that glimpse of love in Dean's eyes. It had always been there, even when Dean had thought he couldn't possibly have felt it.