OKAY! So this chapter is the one with the actual, fairly graphic, and as descriptive as I could manage sex scene. One of mye reviewers from the onld story, TenIsTHEDoctor, had requested Dean and Castiel's reunion after Dean thought she had been killed when they took on the Leviathans. With Ten being such a loyal reviewer, and just so dang awesome, I couldn't tell her no. So then this happened. Like I said, there be p0rn ahead.

On a side note, I wrote this wayyyyyyyyyyy before the season 7 finale, or really any episodes that had anything to do with the Leviathan on the show (lets face it, the writers this season weren't so great, and left it all for the end), so I ade up my own way to kill 'em. It's not very specific or anything, simply becasue I knew anything I did would be different from the show. But really, I already shot the canon to hell, so what's the difference?

Dean practically collapsed against the Impala, breathing hard, Sam and Bobby on either side of him. They watched as the business complex went up in flames, all three buildings of it and the parking garage to boot. Dean tried not to look at the parking garage. But he couldn't help it. His angel was about thirty feet underneath it…

It felt like the End of the World all over again. Two brothers, an old drunk, and a Fallen Angel going up against the unimaginable. Only this time, instead of the Apocalypse, it was about 10 blood-thirsty Leviathan. Who were a little more than pissed to find out the Angel that let them loose had somehow managed to survive the destruction of its original vessel. They were extra peeved when Cas managed to implode one of them with her upgraded powers. Five of the remaining Leviathan had ganged up on the Archangel, and despite both her and Dean's best efforts, the Leviathan got the upper hand, slamming Cas through the pavement of parking garage, through five floors, and into the ground below, so far down, Dean couldn't spot her if he tried…

"Dean… we should clear out." Sam finally said, breaking the long silence between the three Hunters. Dean shook his head, but climbed into the car regardless. He's done all he could…

With a blood-thirsty roar, Dean took down the rest of the Leviathan in the parking garage, sprinting down all five floors, skidding to a halt at the edge of the crater created by his angel's fall. Dean looked around frantically, but all he could see was the endless black abyss.

"Dean, we gotta go!" Sam snapped urgently, as more Leviathan came running from the main business complex. Wiping tears off his face Dean hadn't realized he'd shed, he lead the charge, taking down more Leviathan than he bothered to count. They deserved it. They took his angel from him. Again. Once was bad enough…

Dean sat in the driver's seat, but didn't start the car. Hell, he didn't even put the keys in the ignition. He just watched the parking garage slowly, painfully, burn to the ground.

"Dean, son, do you need me to drive?" Bobby asked, from the back seat. Dean shook himself out of it, starting the Impala and ripping out of there. But he couldn't stop himself from glancing back at the rearview mirror ever two seconds, wishing there were two people in the back seat instead of just one…

When it was all said and done, and the Head Leviathan lay dead on the floor, the Hunters wasted no time pouring gasoline on entire 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors of the complex. As soon as the blaze was started, Dean hauled ass back to the parking garage, searching frantically for any sign of Castiel. For longer than they should have stuck around, Dean did whatever he could to try and locate the angel, while Sam yammered into the phone to Sarah, assuring her they made it out (mostly) intact, and asking what kind of anything they could use to find Cas.

When the fire started to spread to the parking garage as well, Sam almost had to drag his brother out of there, Dean refusing to give up on Cas again.

Sarah was out the motel room door and in Sam's arms as soon as Dean cut the Impala's engine. Sam was murmuring reassurances into his girlfriend's hair. Dean didn't need to see Sarah's face to know she was crying. Castiel was her best friend, all but her sister, and they'd lost her. Dean paused in the middle of the parking lot. She was gone. His absolute worst fear had come true. Cas had stepped in, yet again, to save Dean's hide, and this time, she wasn't coming back from it.

Dean moved like a zombie across the parking lot, unlocking the door to the room he shared with Cas. He didn't notice the door swing shut behind him. His focus was all on the pile of clothes Cas had left in the corner of the room the night before, just before she threw Dean on the bed and had her way with him. A last, unspoken goodbye; just in case. Dean supposed it had been goodbye after all.

The hunter sunk down on the bed, his head in his hands. The sheets still smelled like her. It was like when Sam died all over again, only this time, there really was nothing he could do.

Dean wasn't sure how long he sat there, silent, angry, heartbroken tears tracking down his face, when he heard yelling from the room next door; Sam and Sarah's room. He was on his feet immediately, reaching for a gun, when the world turned upside-down again.

Gabriel appeared in the middle of his motel room, supporting a slightly battered, but still very much alive, Castiel. Dean let his weapon clatter to the floor as he rushed forward, getting his arms around the angel as fast as he could.

"Cas." He choked out, burying his face in the angel's hair. Gabe eased his arm out from around her, smiling at his sister and her human.

"I found her at the bottom of the chasm. She managed to get an SOS out before she passed out on me. Any longer, and we'd have lost her for real this time. They pumped her full of Leviathan goo. I only managed to just get it all out in time." The Archangel said quietly. Dean turned to look at him.

"Thank you, Gabriel." He said, with the most sincerity that had ever been directed at the ex-trickster. Ever.

"Not a problem, Dean-O. I'd drop everything and anything for Cassy." Gabe replied, stroking her hair once, "I'd have brought her back sooner, but I popped into Sam's room by mistake. Pretty sure your bro was about to get some." He joked. Dean snorted into Cas's hair. She tightened her arms around him reflexively.

"Gabriel, I love you, and I can never truly repay you for this. You gave me everything back. But right now, I need you to leave. Because I am five seconds away from throwing Dean down on the floor and fucking his brains out." She mumbled into Dean's chest. Gabriel chuckled.

"You're welcome, Cas." He said in response, dropping a kiss on the top of her head, and vanishing to wherever he went when he vanished. As soon as he was gone, Dean pulled Cas's head back and positively attacked her mouth. The angel gasped, allowing Dean to explore the insides of her mouth, tongues tangling together, breathing the same air as long as they could. Cas was more than happy to let the hunter take the lead, as he moved the two of them in the direction of the bed. They fell onto it easily, Dean being ten times as careful to keep his weight off the still-injured angel. He kissed her fiercely again, not even noticing when the tears returned to his eyes.

"I thought I lost you. I thought you were gone." He mumbled into her skin, right where Cas's neck met her shoulder.

"I know, I'm sorry. I thought I was never going to see you again. I thought it was over." Cas replied, pulling Dean's head back so she could look him in the eye. She arched her neck upward, gently kissing away the tears away from both of his eyes. Dean placed his lips on her forehead.

"Don't ever do that again." He mumbled.

"I'll try my best." Cas whispered in response, snapping her fingers, causing all their clothing to disappear. Dean growled out his approval, returning to plundering her mouth for all it was worth. Cas moaned out her approval, her breathing coming more and more ragged as Dean slowly kissed his way down her body, across her collar bone, all over both her breasts, along her stomach, a nibbled at her left hipbone, right on top of her delicious tattoo, until he was hovering over the little patch of curly hair at her center. He grinned a dirty smile up at her.

"Love you, Cas." He murmured, nosing his way into her folds. Castiel gasped loudly, wetter by the second, and twisted her fingers into his too-short hair. Dean lapped at her center, parting the petals painstakingly slowly, inching further into the wet, glorious heat. His tongue was working magic, causing the angel to fall apart in his hands.

"Dean." Cas moaned, shifting her hips closer, begging him for more. In response, Dean sucked on her little pearl, causing Cas to cry out, and her hips to buck wildly. The hunter put a steadying hand on her hip, continuing to lick and suck Cas through her sudden, mind-blowing orgasm.

When the angel came down from her high, she yanked the hunter up her body, smashing their lips together, reveling in the taste of her in his mouth. She snaked a hand down between them, not-so gently pulling on Dean's swollen cock.

"Fuck, Cas! I need… don't have a condom…" Dean was muttering incoherently into Castiel's mouth.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine, need you Dean, in me, right now." Cas panted in response. Dean didn't need telling twice, quickly lining himself up and sheathing his cock into Cas.

They groaned in unison, and Dean began to rock his hips in earnest, Cas meeting him thrust for thrust. It didn't last long, it couldn't. It was quick and dirty and messy. And they needed it. Dean came so hard he saw spots, and Cas nearly passed out from her own orgasm. They breathed heavily in each other's necks in the aftermath, Dean still sticky and inside his angel, Cas with her hair all over her face. But it didn't matter, because they were both safe, alive, and in each other's arms again. And nothing about that was going to change any time soon.