/It's quite literally just smut xD Thank you for all the people who have left comments, it's so encouraging and lovely to hear from you :D Much love to all you guys, this one's doing even better than Cup-A-Cabana which I never once expected, but there you go! It's all down to you guys so a heartfelt thank you./

CASTIEL

Being with Dean is something new, something extraordinary. Castiel still cannot quite grasp where their dynamic shifted. It appears just yesterday Dean was begging for one last story before bedtime. On the one hand, that still hasn't changed. As Castiel curls up against Dean, safe in his arms, the stories continue. Castiel tells him of creation, the dinosaurs, and of heaven. Dean kisses him without holding anything back. He kisses him whenever he can. Castiel is always looking for an excuse to touch Dean, just to remind himself that he's here, that Dean exists and is near. The feeling is new, and wonderful. Lying in bed with Dean after their first night of love-making, Castiel cannot think of a single place he would rather be. Since Dean wakes up an hour after their little session, Castiel entertains his requests for some bedtime stories.

"Tell me how it was when you were born." Dean murmurs into his hair, even though he's heard this story numerous times, but Castiel can never refuse his charge.

"I was surrounded by love. All the angels from the garrison I was to join as well as all the archangels were there. The archangels are even older than I am. I was wingless, as all new angels are, and God proclaimed me to be a Power. There was so much joy and so much celebration. I remember God telling me I was meant for great things. That I should follow my own path." Castiel smiles. "I believe he always meant for me to be your guardian."

"So you think he's still around then?"

"He's always around Dean. God does not simply leave. He is forever working in our lives."

Dean chuckles. "Guess I got Him to thank for you then."

Castiel nuzzles into the column of Dean's neck. "I thank Him every day for you."

Dean rubs his cheek against Castiel's hair with a small sigh. "One more story before bed, then. I feel like I'm about to pass out."

"Very well. I do not think I have ever told you the story of the first flower. God sculpted one from mud and shaped it with water from the spring in the Garden of Eden. He breathed life into it, and it was the most beautiful thing we had ever seen. That is, until Adam and Eve were created…" Castiel smiles and moves closer to his snoring human, waiting for dawn to break.

By the time the sun is high in the sky, they are out on the road once more. Castiel is not that interested in where they are or where they're going. The point is, he's with Dean and that's all that matters. There is often no need for conversation between them. Castiel likes the way the wind blows through Dean's hair. He likes the way Dean nods his head infinitesimally to the loud classic rock that blasts from the Impala's speakers. He likes the way Dean croons to his car when he thinks Castiel can't hear. Most of all, Castiel likes the way Dean looks at him, the careless smile that spreads over his face, and the way he links their fingers together, like they were made to fit.

"Babe." Dean talks through a mouthful of burger. "I think I'm going to head up to San Antonio. What do you think?"

"If that takes your fancy, I am fine with it Dean." Castiel smiles serenely, taking a bite of his cheeseburger. He has developed a liking for the greasy treats, and Dean sometimes gets annoyed that that's all he ever orders.

"I mean I've always wanted to see the place. It's supposed to be one of the most populated cities in the US." Dean continues. "And it's got this wicked nightlife, and I could take you to the wildlife ranch." Dean grins.

"I would like to see a wildlife ranch." Castiel supplies, even though he could easily fly to Africa. He wants to see it with Dean. He knows Dean has always held a great fascination for wildlife and nature, thus the detours into nature reserves and parks. They'd so far stopped in Maple Leaf Lake Conservation Area, St Francois State Park, and Morgan Brake National Wildlife Refuge. Dean had most loved the lake at St Francois.

"You know what, Cas." Dean chatters excitedly. "There are more wildlife reserves as we go, maybe we could camp out at one of them. We could rent some gear and everything."

"Of course Dean." Castiel smiles. "That sounds like a good idea."

Dean grins happily. Castiel can tell this is the happiest he's been in a long time. They're currently at New Orleans, but Dean isn't very impressed with it, so they plan on getting back on the road after spending the night in a small hotel across the road from the diner. It's already dark when they retire to the room that Dean books. It's a little nicer than the standard motel room, but Castiel does not pay much attention to it. They are not going to be spending any precious time alone admiring the room. Dean doesn't waste any time. As soon as he lugs the bags into the room, he pulls Castiel flush against him and pushes Castiel's coat off, undoing his tie and stripping him out of his suit.

Castiel moves back to lie back on the bed in the nude. He spreads his wings against the bedding and watches Dean as he pulls off his t-shirt and yanks his jeans and boxers down. Dean presses the full length of his body against Castiel making him gasp out loud. "Dean…" Castiel groans, his hands moving up Dean's sides, coming to rest on his broad chest, thumbs flicking against Dean's hardened nipples.

Dean bites his bottom lip and grunts with sudden pleasure. Leaning back to straddle Castiel, Dean casts a wicked glance at Castiel. "Time to find out just how sensitive these wings of yours are, Cas." With an open, hot kiss, Dean spreads his palms against Castiel's wings, thumbs resting on the sensitive downy area near Castiel's back. Castiel bucks his hips against Dean, crying out as their erections rub together.

"Shhh." Dean pushes at Castiel, and he flips over to lie on his stomach, leaving his wings bared to Dean. He can feel Dean's cock rubbing deliciously against his the cleft of his ass, and his erection pressed against the bedsheets.

Castiel is facing a sensory overload. There is so much to focus on, so much to feel, it almost bowls him over the edge, but he just whimpers and presses his face into the bed. Dean murmurs encouragement as he runs his fingers over Castiel's wings. Pleasure rushes up Castiel's spine every time Dean touches his wings but the ecstasy is close to unbearable when Dean mouths at the feathers nearest to his shoulder blades.

"Dean!" Castiel cries out, as Dean licks his shoulder blades, biting at the taut skin there.

"Just a minute, Cas." Dean says tenderly, and the mattress shifts as Dean gets off. Cold air chills Castiel and he squirms against the bedding, trying to find some relief for his aching hardness. He hears Dean rummaging about in his suitcase, and then hears the squeak of springs as Dean shifts into place behind Castiel. A bottle snaps open and something cool and slick is pressed against his puckered entrance. Castiel groans, knowing what comes next. As Dean breaches him with a lubed up finger, Castiel tries to relax, his wings beating slightly. Dean kisses the curve of his spine lightly and grasps the feathers nearest to him, tugging gently. Castiel cries out with the glorious mix of pleasure and pain.

The feeling is amazing and as Dean would say, 'weird' when Dean scissors his fingers, rubbing slowly at Castiel's prostate. Dean chuckles breathlessly. "Damn, baby, you feel good."

"I'm ready Dean." Castiel's voice sounds low and even harsher than usual, and Dean groans at the sound. Castiel doesn't feel much when Dean first slides into him, but shock sends him snapping his head back in a surprised moan when Dean slams against his prostate.

"You okay?" Dean asks, his fingers carding through Castiel's dark hair.

"Yes." Castiel rotates his hips slightly, drawing a gasp from Dean. "You cannot hurt me, Dean." Castiel tells him.

Dean seems to lose all control when he sinks once more into Castiel, his hips meeting Castiel in an erratic, hard beat. "Gnnn…" Dean licks at the sweat gathering at the back of Castiel's neck as he thrusts into him, fingers raking at his shoulder blades and the sensitive part of his wings. The last straw comes when Dean lets one of his hands grip around Castiel's cock and squeezes, while still applying pressure to Castiel's shoulders.

"Dean!" Castiel unravels, coming in hot, milky strings into the sheets, muscles contracting around Dean's dick.

"Fuck!" Dean barrels over the edge with a shout, collapsing against his back. It takes a moment before Dean can pull out of Castiel, and flop onto the bed beside him. Castiel rolls onto his back and presses a kiss to Dean's stubbled chin.

"I love you, Dean." Castiel whispers.

"I love you too, Cas baby." Dean laughs, still panting. "Shit, that was even better than last time."

"I agree." Castiel laughs softly.

"I love when you laugh." Dean says, his green eyes on Castiel.

Castiel cocks his head at Dean. "Should I do it more?"

"Definitely." Dean smirks and lazily rubs Castiel's nipple with an index finger.

Castiel lets his head drop back and sighs, as Dean fits his mouth over one nipple, sucking and licking, his velvety tongue teasing at the bud relentlessly. His index finger circles around the other, flicking and pressing at the erect nipple. Dean kisses a trail from Castiel's nipple down to his stomach, nipping and licking, as he strokes Castiel's balls lightly with the tips of his fingers. "You're perfect." He tells Castiel, before licking a stripe up Castiel's half-hard cock.

"Dean…" Castiel whines. He loves when Dean is like this. Playful, but intense, like Castiel is the only thing in the world that is important to him. He's only ever seen Dean look like that when he works on his car. The utmost concentration gracing his features, paired with a profound love makes Castiel shiver when he is the focus of it.

"I love you, Castiel." Dean says, quietly, kissing the head of Castiel's now fully hard cock. Castiel mewls when Dean takes him into his mouth, sucking the head of the cock hard, his cheeks hollowed. Dean starts to move his hand along Castiel's length in sharp, hard strokes, jerking him off as he licks and suckles at the head of his cock, his other hand squeezing Castiel's balls and rubbing the stretch of skin between his ass and his balls.

It doesn't take long for Castiel to come, and when Dean kisses him again, he tastes himself. It is bitter but he likes the way it tastes with Dean mixed in. Exhausted, Dean falls asleep right away, his snores reverberating into Castiel's chest, an arm thrown over his waist. Castiel closes his eyes and allows his thoughts to drift. He has much to worry about. Heaven cannot find out about their love, and if they do, Castiel wonders what will become of him. Surely they would not make him be born again as a human child…he would never be able to find Dean again.

It cannot happen. Castiel stares down at Dean's sleeping form, and steels his heart. He will not leave Dean, but he should not think of that now. Now, all that matters is him and Dean, and even if it is running away from his problems he will allow himself to enjoy the peace and love of the moment. It cannot always be this easy, but he will cherish the moments where it is easy to just let go of his concerns and relish the love he shares with Dean.