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It was the sound of rushing water that woke Dean. He blinked awake painfully and looked around in confusion.

There was a pool of water five feet to his right with a waterfall filling it endlessly. Stones surrounded the pool but beneath him he could feel soft grass with trees were all around his sleeping area like a grove. Above him the sky was clear and blue, a shade that reminded him of something important but he couldn't place what it was. A flock of birds flew overhead, squawking a hello to the other creatures around them.

Am I in Heaven? He thought, moving to sit up. Pain shot through him as he did and he gasped out, ending in a hiss. Apparently not... He thought as he glanced down at his chest to find stitches reaching from his left shoulder to the centre of his chest. It all came back then, the fight, Lucifer's gang, Castiel, the deal he'd made, being tortured, Castiel, escaping, the knife to his chest, and fuck Castiel.

Dean looked around desperately with his limited vision for the beautiful blue eyed man. The one with whom he had a very important mission to do. Wherever he was he was sure he was with the one who'd saved him. Stitched him up and nursed him back to health. He didn't know for sure who'd saved his life, but whoever it was he owed them his life. Eternal gratitude at the least!

"You're finally awake!" A deep voice exclaimed joyfully.

The sheriff glanced up and smiled "Castiel."

The outlaw knelt down, his lips in a worried frown "Does it hurt anymore?"

Dean shrugged and instantly regretted it "A little." He admitted "Feels much better though. You'll have to bring me to whoever stitched me up."

Castiel's lips turned upward, as if he knew a private joke. He sat back and said "You're looking at him."

"Oh..." Dean whispered. "I, uh..." He struggled for words and finally just said "Thanks Cas."

The outlaw blinked in surprise but nodded. He paused for a few moments and then said "No one's ever called me that before."

"What? Cas?" Dean asked

Castiel nodded.

"Is it okay?"

Another nod "Yes, yes it is." He smiled warmly at Dean "It's perfectly okay."

They lapsed into friendly silence as Dean tried to decide what to ask next. He had so many questions about what had happened. "How long was I out?"

"Several days."

"Oh..." Dean whispered again in surprise. He looked up at Cas a minute later, another thought coming to his mind. He smiled the slightest and stated "Before I passed out, you called me Dean."

Castiel blushed and ducked his head "I'm sorry Sheriff."

Dean shook his head and reached for Cas's hand "It's fine Cas. I like it; you saved my life after all. You've earned the right to first name basis."

"Oh," Castiel mused, "Thank you."

"No problem partner."

The man smiled again, that full lipped smile that he always seemed to give Dean; his blue eyes shining happily at the sheriff. Dean smiled back, unsure of how he was going to rid himself of the feelings he felt for the Castiel.

Castiel stuck by Dean for the rest of the afternoon. He changed his binding and checked his stitches every hour. He remained diligent and what seemed like concerned. He said the stitches could come out in a day or two. When they did, the two of them could continue their journey up the mountain.

Dean found himself in awe of the man. The way he cared for his wounds and his complete focus on being sure Dean was well. No one had ever showed this much care for him before. Not even his own family.

He discovered a little later that Cas had also tended to his torture wounds. Cleaned them up and covered them so the skin could grow back over the raw and shredded bits. From what Dean could see the man hadn't taken as much care with his own wounds. Not as much precision.

Dean considered telling him off for it but he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. He figured they were tentative friends at best.

Dean had to be honest with himself now. As he watched Castiel work, a small ache formed in his chest. His trench coat was underneath Dean as a comfort and protection from the grass below, (with the horses gone they had no more supplies. They couldn't find time to search for them either. They were already behind on schedule) and Cas's white shirt did little to hide his well toned arms and torso. The kindness that Castiel showed him made Dean start to wonder if he'd judged the man too quickly, after all Castiel had been nothing but kind to him... For the most part.

Perhaps it was time for him to change his point of view.

That evening while Castiel was roasting a rabbit he'd found, Dean found the courage to ask the man a question that had been pressing on his mind all day. He'd just been too afraid to know what the answer would be.

He lifted himself into a sitting position, leaning against a tree. He grunted with the effort and smiled at his success. He felt way better than he did that morning; he supposed all he'd needed to do was stretch his muscles. He was getting stronger every hour. Castiel had told him he was in way better shape than the day before. Not surprising, Dean had always been a fast healer.

"Cas," Dean started, still worried about what the answer was going to be. The outlaw turned to face him, his eyes open and inviting "Why didn't you run? I wouldn't have been able to stop you. You could be free right now..."

Castiel didn't reply right away. He bit his lip, eyes closing off to hide his sudden vulnerability. The man took a deep breath before replying "I made a promise to you. To take you to Michael and then turn myself in. I don't break vows."

"So you're still prepared to die?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"No," The man admitted "But I deserve it."

Dean shook his head, surprising both of them. He reached out and grasped Castiel's hand "No you don't deserve to die. I thought you did, but I was wrong." In truth Dean had always had his doubts but now they were simply confirmed "There are people who deserve it and you, you're not one of them."

Castiel squeezed the sheriff's hand and whispered "It isn't up to you to decide."

"The hell it isn't!" Dean objected, leaning painfully forward "I'm the sheriff! I decide who to send to court!"

"And break a promise to you people?"

That stopped Dean. The man had a point. This was exactly what Bobby had warned him about. Letting a criminal roam free and betraying his town. All because he had developed a softness for Castiel. The town would hate him. Dean knew for sure he couldn't live with that. He couldn't pardon Castiel, not now and not ever; yet it was the only thought occupying his mind.

"I don't care." Dean lied, his voice a low growl. This wasn't fair! Castiel had saved him; he was following through on his promise. He wasn't a bad person! He just wasn't!

Cas dropped Dean's hand and refocused on the cooking rabbit "You do Dean, you know you do. It's okay, I chose this. I have to pay the consequences."

Dean forced himself to move forward so he was sitting next to the man. He looked at Castiel imploringly "It isn't fair."

"Why? Why is this suddenly such a problem for you?" Cas asked, his eyes flashing at Dean.

The sheriff looked down, unprepared to admit it "Just... You... You've been nothing but helpful." He finally muttered.

Castiel nodded, seeming disappointed "Yeah well, that doesn't make up for it."

Yes it does... Dean thought sadly, It does for me.

They ate a half hour later in silence. Dean complimented Castiel's cooking but that was the most of their conversation. Dean wished he knew what to say but no words came to him. The crickets added peaceful and awkward background music to their small feast.

Later Dean lay back down on his makeshift bed and prepared for sleep. Castiel had set up a few feet away, keeping watch over the sheriff. Dean was sure he slept but it was more of a hope than a fact. He felt bad he wasn't able to help, worse, he felt helpless. He was almost healed at this point but Castiel still forced him to rest.

He fell asleep a few minutes later, only to be plagued by his recurring nightmares.

He was in the cave again. Alastair standing over him, blade in hand. Dean was already heavily bleeding as the man continued slashing him. His bones were twisting at wrong angles and he knew there was no hope of escape.

This time though he wasn't alone. Another figure hung beside him, eyes closed and head drooping. His body was in shreds, worse than Dean. His dark hair half ripped from his scalp, the skull showing just underneath.

Dean let out a strangled cry "Cas!" And he struggled to reach the man.

It didn't look like he was breathing and Dean felt an unexplained sense of panic and sorrow in his gut. Suddenly life without the blue eyed man was too much to bear. It was completely unbelievable, not possible.

He cried his name again, ending in a gut wrenching scream as Alastair's blade tore through him again. He screamed Cas's name over and over through the pain, begging him to wake up.

"DEAN!" Cas's voice hit him.

He was being shaken awake and he opened his eyes in surprise to find Castiel hovering above him. He found concern in the man's blue eyes. Those perfect blue eyes. Bluer than the sky. The bluest crystal, and framed with lashes so dark it only accented the warmth in his gaze. Strong warm hands held his shoulders and all Dean's senses were engulfed with one perfect entity. Castiel.

"You're okay." Dean gasped out, seeing the man's wounds healed and cared for.

Castiel frowned and nodded "Yes of course. It was only a nightmare." He sat back much to Dean's dismay. "But are you okay?"

"I am now." Dean nodded, gazing up at Castiel.

A red tinge hit Castiel's cheeks and he could only nod again. He went to stand and panic coursed through Dean. His arm shot out, grabbing Castiel's sleeve.

"Stay." Dean pleaded.

Surprise danced over Castiel's features and he sat back down. Dean frowned and he hesitantly pulled Cas down beside him. The man lay beside Dean, arms pressed against each other.

They relaxed against each other and Dean drifted back into a peaceful sleep. No more dreams tried to take over his thoughts. All he could sense was Castiel and that was all he needed.

In the early morning light, Dean woke to the feeling of mild pain in his chest. He groaned and opened his eyes. He blinked at the sight that greeted him; he found a pure white shirt beneath his cheek. Castiel's arm was draped over his back and legs tangled with his.

Blinking rapidly he lifted his head to find Castiel sleeping comfortably beneath him. A betraying smirk passed over his lips and he rested his cheek back on the man's chest. He scrunched up the fabric between his fingers and sighed contently.

He wasn't sure how they'd ended up this way, but he certainly wasn't complaining. It had been the best sleep he'd had in years. No dreams, no back pains. Just pure comfortable rest.

Castiel woke up a few minutes later. Dean felt the man's body stiffen and frowned. He hoped Castiel didn't mind, he wasn't quite ready to give this up yet. Instead the man's arm tightened around Dean's shoulders. Dean grinned and tugged on Castiel's shirt in response.

"Dean?" Castiel said softly.

Sighing, Dean lifted his head so he could meet Castiel's eyes. He smiled at him, easing the worry that was forming on the outlaw's face "Yes?"

"I'm sorry, I just... You looked cold last night and I..." Castiel stuttered, starting to pull away.

Dean felt a frown form on his lips again. He held Cas fast, seeing shock form over his features. Dean pulled up so their faces were inches from each other's. He hesitantly cupped one of the man's cheeks with his hand, reassuring him.

"Thank you." Was all he said.

Relief flooded over Castiel's face and he leaned into Dean's gentle touch. His blue eyes were unguarded and Dean saw every emotion in the man's soul. Castiel didn't even try to hide how he cared about Dean. The raw emotion he saw there was like nothing he'd ever seen before. He knew then why Castiel had stayed. Nursed him back to health and ultimately saved his life. Why he was willing to die, so Dean could keep his normal happy life.

Little did Cas know that happy life involved him now. Dean resolved then to keep the man alive. At all costs. His job didn't mean much anymore. Sam could take over, he'd make the town proud.

He leaned in even closer to Castiel's lips, almost touching. He saw the eagerness in the man's face and the awe as he whispered "Me too."

With newfound courage Cas closed the gap between them. His lips pressed against Dean's and a happy shock went through the sheriff. He deepened the kiss eagerly, cupping the back of Castiel's head. He shifted so he was lying more comfortably on the man and felt the outlaw's hands run down his back.

He pressed himself against Castiel, ignoring the pain in his chest. He shifted so he straddling Cas as they kissed, the man's strong hands reaching down to grip Dean's ass.

Dean moaned against him and moved his hands so he could take off Cas's shirt. He could feel the white cotton under his fingers sliding effortlessly as he tossed it aside. He explored the man's chest, fingers finding every curve in the man's muscles. The pads of his digits tracing his smooth scars, drawing desperate moans from the man below him.

Cas pushed his tongue into Dean's mouth, running it along Dean's own. Dean pressed closer, nails digging into the soft but uneven skin of Castiel's chest. He felt his breath coming in ragged gasps as the other man travelled his hands back up Dean's back and began to pull his jacket off first and followed closely by his shirt.

Dean felt a bulge grow in his trousers and moaned as he felt Cas's rough hands all over his hot skin. Castiel wrapped his strong legs around Dean and gripped the man's shoulders.

The sheriff broke off the kiss to stare into the outlaw's beautiful eyes. He brushed a strand of stray hair from his face and bent to trail kisses down the man's neck. Castiel moaned and gripped at Dean longingly.

Dean brushed his lips over the man's scarred chest, feeling the jagged healed wounds under his soft lips. His hands fumbled at Castiel's trousers, the other man's hands in his hair.

He lifted his head and smirked up at Castiel, gently and slowly undoing the man's belt. He kissed back up the man's chest, straddling him again. Hands on the man's hard muscles he began to rock back and forth on Castiel.

Castiel gasped in surprise and reached up to grab at Dean. He held onto the sheriff's hips moving them eagerly on top of him. He put his head back, eyes closed at the warmth and lust rushing through him.

Dean grinned at the panting man and began to rock faster. He drew out longer more incoherent moans and mutterings from Castiel as he did. He grinned at the effect he had on the man and bent to kiss his neck again.

Castiel pushed one hand against Dean's head as the man's lips brushed over Castiel's sensitive skin. He gently nibbled on the skin, causing Castiel to gasp out in pleasure. He felt the man's hands tighten on his body and grinned. He pulled back, still rocking on top of Castiel.

Dean smiled down at the outlaw, hands travelling up and down Cas's body. He felt the man's fingers at his belt and asked "Do you want me?"

Cas nodded eagerly and made a soft begging sound.

Dean bent down to whisper in Castiel's ear "Glad we're on the same page."

Castiel's eyes were bright and eager as he slipped his hands into Dean's trousers. He pushed his hand down so he was gripping the sherrif's ass. He slid a finger inside of him, causing Dean to gasp and push back against his touch eagerly. Their eyes stayed locked together as Castiel pushed another in and began to slowly stretch the man out.

The sheriff leaned into Castiel's touch, whimpering softly and begging him with rapid incoherent words. Cas gazed at him, leaning up to kiss his neck and along the raised scars that lined his skin. Cas pulled his fingers out when he'd deemed that Dean was stretched enough and began to work off his trousers. Dean helped him eagerly, kissing Cas desperately as the two rolled into each other.

Dean gazed at the man and whispered desperately "Please Cas…"

Castiel smiled brightly at Dean and flipped him onto his back. Their lips stayed locked together as Cas lifted the man's hips and lined himself up with Dean's entrance. Dean felt Cas's lips leave his as the man pulled back. The outlaw's eyes were locked with his own and Dean's body trembled as he waited impatiently for Cas to push inside him.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he'd been wanting this moment to happen for a long time. At least a week since they'd left Sioux Falls in the dust.

The outlaw's bright big eyes, his lithe body that moved so smoothly and seemed to tease Dean with each motion. His deep voice that could lull him into a peaceful sleep, one that someone he knew wouldn't plague him with horrific nightmares.

For what seemed like years, Dean had wanted Castiel. The feeling that the two had met each other before was stronger than any other sense inside Dean's mind. He had met Castiel before, he just didn't know when or where.

The feeling of Cas suddenly pushing into him without warning dragged Dean from his mind and back to the amazing present.

"A-ah," Dean stammered, his head falling back to rest on the ground beneath him. He could feel Castiel beginning to move inside him and he clung to man's hips as they rocked against him.

Dean panted with pleasure as he felt the outlaw's cock thrusting in and out of his ass. He was still tight, but the outlaw had stretched him enough that it wasn't unpleasant. Even still, the man wished they'd been able to find some form of lubricant.

Cas's eyes were squeezed shut as he rocked in and out of Dean, his whole face twisted into a face of pure bliss. His breath came in soft short gasps, his hands gripping the sides of Dean's torso tightly.

As Cas moved inside him, Dean could feel his own cock begin to leak precome. Running down the outlaw's abdomen where his cock rested. Dean's breath became even more rapid as he ran his hands up Castiel's body to cling to his shoulders.

"Cas… Faster…" Dean moaned eagerly. The outlaw's lips turned up in a smile and did as the man begged. His thrusts became faster and Dean gasped with pleasure.

Dean's hands tightened on the man's shoulders. His body tensed and he let out a cry of pleasure as he came onto Castiel's chest. The outlaw gasped in surprise, but didn't stop moving until he came soon after him.

The two stared at each other, both panting rapidly as Cas pulled out of Dean. The sheriff reached forward and pulled the man into a kiss. Kissing him deeply and longingly as Cas's arms wrapped around him.

Cas stopped the kiss after a moment, smiling softly at Dean. He lay back, pulling Dean with him so the man was lying comfortably on his chest.

The two rested there, not saying a word and breathing heavily. Enjoying the warmth the other provided and the new found glow of feelings that Dean now fully felt in his chest.