So sorry it's been a while. I have been sidetracked by the lazy summer days.

ATTENTION!: I am issuing a warning. Not all readers who like Destiel pairings want to read about female on female pairings. To you I say "Pot, meet kettle." If you have problems with it skip this chapter. But, honestly, people, what did you think would happen when she came back for Charlie? No worries there will be some Destiel feels in there, too.

Where Do We Go From Here? Chapter 10

Charlie stretched languidly against the Egyptian cotton sheets as the first light of the rising sun peeked through the gap in the curtains. Oh, yeah, she had forgotten why she didn't like this room the last time she had visited the Winchesters. The windows faced the rising sun. Charlie was definitely not a morning person for all her sunny personality. It probably had something to do with late nights spent hacking into interesting sites and programming software. Still Dean had spent some time fixing it up for her. Who would have thought that Mr. Macho would become Suzie homemaker? He had even said he was making breakfast.

It wasn't just the soft sheets on the bed or clean towels in the bathroom. There was an extra dresser he had apparently had Kevin and Sam haul from somewhere when Nan had agreed to come home with them. As she had traveled around the country she would sometimes pick up trinkets and collectibles to mail back to the guys' post office box. She had meant for those to be gifts for her favorite boys and she had seen them scattered throughout the bunker, but there were a few placed in here, too. It was a personal touch that made her smile.

She rolled on her side and watched as Nan wound a towel around her head like a big fluffy turban. She had another towel wrapped around her tight little body and her skin was still dewy from the shower. Nan didn't suffer any sort of awkwardness in her new life as a human. Charlie figured that she had been in close contact with humanity throughout her career as a cupid and was comfortable in her own skin. There were differences that had been explained by the revelation of her past. She had a quality about her that made everyone around her feel at ease and openly friendly. Charlie supposed that that would be an asset to a matchmaking cherub. And, then there were the tattoos. She wore her bows on her wrists and Charlie had thought that they were kinda cute. It wasn't until Dean had noticed them that their true purpose was explained. Nan had lost her grace as she fell but her bows were still in place equipped with charmed arrows.

Breezing out of the bathroom, Nan went straight to the window and threw back the curtains. On this side of the building they were only a half a story above the slope of the hill and the view looked out on a set of railroad tracks on the other side of a fence and a wide open field beyond. One thing you could say about Lebanon, Kansas – there was not a whole lot there. Sam had told her during her last visit that it was in the exact center of the United States. She respected the symmetry but thought that the Men of Letters could have chosen more happening place. But, maybe that was the point. This was the repository for all their secrets. The main headquarters had been somewhere else. It wasn't the view that had drawn the petite blonde, however. She tilted her face to catch the sun on her face and sighed happily before turning to contemplate the redhead still lazing in bed.

"What?" Charlie tried to sound grumpy but it was spoiled by the grin she just couldn't suppress. "You've known me for three weeks now. Why do you think I would suddenly become a morning person? Of course if you come over here I might be able to wake up a little."

Nan sauntered over with a seductive sway to her hips and bent down to kiss Charlie on the tip of her nose before jumping back with a firm grip on the bedclothes. The trick was on her though because just before she had danced out of reach, Charlie had gotten ahold of the towel. Now both girls were exposed to view. Charlie's eyes raked up and down the other girl's body. She was a sexy little package. She was petite with small breasts but curves in all the right places. She pulled the towel from her hair and held to her breasts teasingly. Charlie pouted for a moment before stretching languorously like a lazy cat showing her lover just what she was missing by not coming back to bed.

"Charlie," Nan said with a note of warning. "I am not spending the day in bed. There is a whole library of interesting stuff, a long lost brother, a prophet of the lord and a demon under this roof. Don't you want to explore? Besides, Dean said he was making breakfast."

"I bet he is still snuggled up next to his own heavenly body," Charlie smiled and ran a hand down her neck to pause on her breast giving it a gentle squeeze and a tweak to the nipple before continuing down across her belly and into the soft trimmed nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. A finger curled inward and wiggled pulling a gasp from Charlie. Her other hand came up and caught her other nipple in a firmer grip as she added another finger to the first and pushed inside with a sigh. He thumb began to massage in a lazy circle over her clit and she moaned. Nan's resolve fled and she slid across the bed to kiss the panting redhead.

Small warm hands pushed her hand aside and claimed Charlie's body for herself. Charlie arched into Nan's touch and reached to return the caresses. Nan reveled in the touch of her lover as she explored her mouth with lips and tongue and even teeth. She held her fingers tightly together and pushed all four up into Charlie causing the larger woman to cry out in pleasure and arch up to meet her thrust once more. Charlie's fingers were just as busy but she wasn't able to put as much of her larger hand into Nan's tight hole. Nan broke off the kiss and watched Charlie's face while she drew her fingers out and made a tight fist with her small hand before slowly working it back into her lover. Charlie winced briefly and Nan paused still watching her face. Charlie tried to tell her to go on but she was so close to orgasm that she was incoherent. Instead she bucked her hips and moaned as each thrust of her hips brought the fist deeper inside her. Nan kissed her way down Charlie's belly and then used her tongue to take Charlie over the edge. She rode out the orgasm still wrist deep inside and then eased out of Charlie before the post orgasmic bliss faded and it became uncomfortable.

"You didn't learn that in cherub school," Charlie sighed after she caught her breath. She felt completely debauched and sated.

"No," Nan admitted with a shy smile that made dimples pop out on each cheek. "I have never been very good at following the rules. I have dabbled in human experiences."

"Ah," Charlie pulled the smaller woman down beside her and rolled up on an elbow to run a hand down her body. "That was wonderful. Now let me make you feel wonderful, too."

They were very late to breakfast.

oOo

"So what seems to be the problem?" Dean asked, as he leaned back against the counter fresh cup of coffee in hand. "You said you had the incantation and we have a demon… so…."

"There's no problem," Sam said. "I just thought it might be good if we are all together when this happens. Not like the last time game changing events were going down. Didn't want to chance it."

Dean followed Sam's glance to Castiel. He was sitting at the end of the table next to Nan who was holding his hand. The two had been nearly inseparable since they had left Nebraska. They had taken Charlie's Gremlin leaving Charlie and Dean in the Impala for the three hour drive. Dean hadn't said anything, he hadn't needed to. Charlie teased him for pouting internally. She thought it was cute that Dean couldn't stand to let the other man out of his sight. Dean had asked her why she was ok with being separated from her little angel. Charlie had made some mention of them making up for it later. Apparently she knew what she was talking about if the sounds coming from across the hall were any indication.

Castiel must have felt their eyes on him because he looked up his eyes flicking from one brother to the other. "Thank you, Sam. It would probably be wise to proceed with caution. I don't wish to be separated from any of you again. Now that we are all together… Though," he stumbled looking back at his sister. "Maybe we should try and contact more of our siblings first."

"No, Cas," Nan shook her head. She, they had learned in the last twenty-four hours, was much younger than Castiel by millennia or so, and had experienced such close contact with humans that she didn't suffer the same social awkwardness that was associated with many other angels. "I tried to contact a few early on. There were a few in nursing homes close by. But, they either were out of their minds with grief and anger or they didn't remember a thing. We need father's help, if he will come."

Dean nodded his head as he watched Crowley who was standing at the sink looking out one of the two windows at the trees beyond. The demon had been tense since the discussion began. "What's with you, Crowley? If you have a concern we want to hear it."

Crowley drained his cup, rinsed it and set it in the sink before turning to answer Dean. "There's nothing wrong. It'll either work or it won't. There's only one way to find out."

"If it does work," Dean asked. "What does that mean for you?"

"I don't know," the demon answered meeting his gaze. "We will just have to wait and see. I'm willing to try."

"Do you think God will smite you?" Dean asked. "Is that why you are scared shitless?"

"More likely to put him back in charge down there," Kevin snorted. Crowley dropped his gaze. The kid must have hit right on the problem. Dean felt a little sick at the thought. There was a time he would have gladly thrown the limey bastard back where he came from. But, Crowley had become a friend. More than that, he had become a part of their little ragged family.

"Just say the word," Dean said walking over to put a hand on his shoulder. "We'll try something else."

Crowley just shook his head and turned back to the window gripping the edge of the sink. "This is the best we've got. We should see it through."

Dean let his hand drop back to his side. He glanced at Sam who just shrugged and at Kevin who looked resigned. They had already had this discussion, it seemed. Castiel was suddenly at his side without Dean having noticed him moving. Even human the guy could move like a ninja. With a gentle hand on his arm he silenced the words Dean would have spoken next. Then, moving past him he put an arm around the demon and leaned into his shoulder.

"Hey, Crowley?" Castiel asked. The demon glanced sideways at the defunct angel. Dean could see a suspicious wetness in his eyes. "Charlie gave me something I think you will love. It's a show called Firefly. She has the complete work on Blu-Ray."

"Yeah?" Crowley grinned. He gave a swipe to his eyes and turned to nod at the redhead seated at the table. "I always meant to check that one out."

oOo

While the others gathered in the TV room to watch the show, Dean and Sam retired to the library for a drink. Sam asked him some more questions about the Sasquatch they had encountered in Nebraska. Charlie had been more than happy to show everyone the video from that hunt earlier especially after Kevin had insisted that they were making it up.

"I wonder what they make of all of this," Sam mused. "They must think the petty struggles of humans, angels and demons a waste of time."

"I don't know, Sammy," Dean said. "It was something to see, though. Those guys are good in a fight. Not that I'd want them mixed up in this mess."

He took another swallow of the bourbon savoring it. "Since when do we drink the good stuff?"

"Since we have a demon turned martyr," Sam answered. He caught the look Dean threw him and shrugged. "Look, I tried. Kevin, too. He won't be talked out of it. It's been quiet on the demon front, but we know that won't last. It's only a matter of time before Abaddon gets her ducks in a row and comes after us."

"Why not wait?" Dean asked. "Let's enjoy the peace while it lasts. As soon as we make a move the battle will be back on. I don't know about you but it's been nice lately to just be hunting the normal stuff. I like knowing that when I leave a town the job is done and I don't have to look over my shoulder."

Sam stared into his glass for a minute before answering. He was enjoying the relative quiet, too. Dean was right. After all they had been through, all they had lost, they deserved a little peace. And, he didn't want to lose Crowley's friendship. There was no way that they could remain on good terms with the King of Hell. Then again, what if God never showed? What would that do to Castiel and Nan? What would it do to Crowley? The demon truly believed that this was the answer. His faith was astounding.

"We'll wait," Sam decided. "We can afford to wait a little bit longer. But, if the demons make a move we will act immediately."

"Ok, Sam," Dean answered. "You say the word."

The older Winchester stood up and collected their tumblers to take to the kitchen. "I'm going to see about snagging my boyfriend and turning in. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night, Dean," Sam smiled. He paged idly through a text that lay open on the table before him as he listened to the voices that carried down the hall. He could just make out the shapes of Dean and Castiel emerging from the TV room. He heard Castiel's soft chuckle as Dean leaned in and whispered in his ear. It wasn't until they had moved down the corridor and away from view that Sam realized that Dean had completely deferred to his decision. Sam took a deep breath and then got up to pour himself another drink.

oOo

Castiel carefully cleaned each tooth with the soft bristle brush remembering to massage along the gum line like the instructions said on the back of the tube of toothpaste. Like many of the things he used to maintain with the mere presence of his grace, dental hygiene started out as an annoyance but soon had become routine, even comforting. He rinsed and bared his teeth checking his work. When he had first tried brushing he had been too hard and irritated his gums. Dean had gone and bought him a softer brush to be safe. It seemed he had gotten the hang of it finally. The mirror only reflected clean teeth and healthy gums.

Dean came up beside him and gently nudged him out of the way with his hip before reaching for his own toothbrush. Dean had already stripped down to his boxers and Castiel couldn't resist placing an open mouthed kiss on his spine right at the base of his neck. Their eyes met in the mirror and Castiel leaned in for another kiss, this time at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Dean made a soft sound of approval around the toothbrush in his mouth and leaned back against him. Castiel nuzzled into his shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist for a firm squeeze before releasing him and walking into the bedroom shedding clothing as he went. Dean quickly rinsed his mouth and followed.

The dark haired man had just dropped his boxers to the floor and stepped out of them as Dean crossed into the bedroom after him. With a glance over his shoulder, he climbed onto the bed on all fours and arched his back presenting his rear end for Dean to view.

Dean was momentarily startled at the display of submission Castiel was exhibiting. Cas was normally more dominant in bed no matter what position he was in. He couldn't say it wasn't hot as fuck. His own boxers were shed before his own knees hit the mattress and he found himself kneeling behind his lover.

His hands molded themselves to the delicious curves of the twin globes kneading gently before pulling the cheeks apart with his thumbs and exposing the tight pink hole. A tremor of anticipation ran through Castiel and he arched even more dropping his elbows to the mattress. He looked like a dirty slut begging to be fucked. Dean didn't think he could be more aroused. Then Castiel let out a needy little moan and rotated his hips and Dean found that he had been wrong.

"Dean, please," Castiel gasped and stretched an arm toward the bedside table. Dean glanced in that direction and saw that Cas had prepared for this by placing a tube of lube beside the lamp. Dean grinned. He knew that his angel couldn't remain submissive.

"You want me to take control?" he asked. "I'll take control and you will behave."

Dean put a hand in the center of Castiel's back and gently pressed until his shoulder rested on the mattress. Now he definitely looked like a slut. Dean kissed the curve of his hip and across the swell of that tight little ass before running a tongue around the pink puckered hole. Castiel gasped and started to rise up. Dean caught his wrist and pulled his arm out from under him forcing him back down.

"I said, you will behave," Dean growled. Castiel shuddered.

Dean returned his attention to the pretty little ass. He ran his tongue in circles around the opening teasing the tensed muscle there until it relaxed. Using his fingers he pushed in and spread the opening a little further, twisting and scissoring. Castiel was having a hard time staying still. He tried, but his hips were still thrusting in little aborted jerks. Dean pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue once more, this time thrusting it up inside of Cas. Pinned to the bed, Castiel moaned and gasped. With one hand Dean reached up between his legs and caressed Castiel's balls rolling them gently before moving forward to close over his cock. He ran his hand up over the tip and caught the pre cum already leaking from the slit using the slippery substance to help glide him over the hardened flesh as he tugged and stroked.

Dean drew back and leaned to the side to look at Castiel. His head was turned to the side, his eyes closed and his lips parted as he moaned and gasped. Dean withdrew his hand from Castiel's shaft and pushed the fingers back inside his hole thrusting gently. The lip curled more and his face scrunched in a grimace for an instant before he curled the digits and hit his prostrate. After that Cas was rocking back onto Dean's fingers.

Dean pulled out and Cas' hips tried to follow his hand. Dean had to brace a hand on his hip to hold him still while he lubed his own cock and lined it up with Castiel's ass. He pushed steadily into his lover watching the concentration furrow Castiel's brow as he fought to remain relaxed and let Dean inside him. Once Dean felt his balls resting against Cas' ass he paused for a moment to let him adjust before he began to move. The tight heat of Cas felt as good as ever, but it didn't take long for Dean to realize that the fantasy of this submissive position was better than the reality for Cas. He just wasn't hitting where he needed to. Reaching forward he snaked an arm around Cas and pulled him off the mattress to lean back against his chest. The next time he rolled his hips up into Cas he was rewarded with a cry of pleasure. Castiel began to rock back into his thrusts and for a while they were both lost to the rhythm of their mating. Then, straining to hold off and wait for Cas, Dean palmed his erection once more steadily stroking him toward and orgasm.

As release continued to elude Castiel, he arched his neck to give Dean access. Something clicked in Dean's head then. The submissive posture when Cas first knelt on the bed, the near demand that Dean fuck him harder and the offering of his neck. Castiel wanted to be claimed. He could imagine where Cas had gotten that notion. God, thank you for Animal Planet, he thought as he bit into the tender skin at the base of Cas' neck. The effect was instantaneous. He felt the release spurting over his fist and felt it clenching along his length. That was all he could take and he followed Castiel into oblivion.

Sometime later, they lay in each other's arms gently touching and caressing. It wasn't a prelude to anything. They just wanted to feel each other and give comfort. It was understood that time was running out for them. Changes could possibly happen in their future and they needed to take advantage of the time they had now. Castiel lifted his he from where it rested on Dean's chest and stretched up to kiss Dean's mouth.

"I love you, Dean," Castiel whispered.

"I love you, too, Angel," Dean whispered back. And Cas snuggled back down and promptly fell asleep. Dean was envious of the way he was able to do that. As long as Dean was holding him he could fall right out. Dean, on the other hand, needed to complete his nightly ritual first.

Please, God, he prayed. Please find me worthy to remain the mate of your son, Castiel. I will shelter, protect, and provide for him. I will love him and care for him. Please don't take him from me.