Dean reads seven am on his watch. He'd not slept all night. He'd pretended to be asleep when Bobby got up to go to work. He prayed that he wasn't seen and he also prayed that Bobby had had enough drinks at the Roadhouse last night to sleep through the ruckus Dean and Cas surely made. There was a lot of yelling. He's less concerned about Sam overhearing because, well, he knows they've slept together.
Dean stares at the ceiling, thinking about Cas sleeping only a story above him.
Dean doesn't realise he's been laying there for a few hours until he hears noises moving above him. Dean stands, he needs to do something. He makes his way into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast.
Dean spends ten minutes trying to cook.
"Dean," Cas calls from the stairs and Dean's heart stops. This is it, he thinks, the moment of truth. Despite Dean's own warnings to himself that he shouldn't let himself hope that things will be the same in the morning, he still did.
"Cas," he replies, "I'm in the kitchen."
Dean waits anxiously as Cas slowly enters, his eyes curious. It reminds Dean of the way a shy deer might cautiously approach an unfamiliar water source. It would be almost amusing if Dean weren't so nervous.
"What am I doing here?" He asks.
Dean's heart sinks, "You don't remember?" He asks.
Cas continues to frown, "I remember the guy at the club and feeling really funny…" Cas scratches his head comically, "and you taking care of me," he says simply, looking at Dean with an oddly saddened expression, "thank you," he says finally, "for doing that."
Dean's mouth twitches into a half smile, "Yeah... of course," he says awkwardly. "What else do you remember?" He prompts hopefully.
Cas frowns in concentration, "I… uh… remember getting into your car and that's about it," Cas lies. He sees the fall in Dean's expression and it hurts him, "Why?" He forces worry in his voice, "Did something happen?"
Dean looks almost offended and, after what Cas pulled last night, Cas can't blame him. Dean did the right thing and now Cas is standing here, making him feel guilty.
Dean looks at his former lover darkly, "I didn't date rape you… if that's what you mean," he spits bitterly.
Cas automatically regrets playing dumb. He hadn't meant to insinuate, he was just trying to sell his lie. He remembers everything, of course he does. He remembers practically begging for Dean, telling him he forgives and that he… loves him. Last night, it was so easy for Cas to forget about what Dean had done and just be with him. He'd wanted Dean more than anything, he still does, but he can't say it. It'd been the greatest night, just to have the brief moments of intimacy with Dean again. Just to pretend, for a moment, that everything was right between them, that what Dean did didn't matter. But, the ugly truth is, they can't just go back to the way things were, Cas has to protect himself and he can't trust Dean. Even now, when they're not involved, Dean still has the power to destroy him. Cas has to pretend like yesterday didn't happen, he has to let Dean go.
But he has to amend his accusation, Dean deserves better than that. Despite his flaws, Dean had been the perfect gentlemen. Cas doesn't know if he could have done the same thing, if the roles were reversed. Unless… Dean just didn't want him last night, in which case, Cas looks like a complete fool. If what Meg said was true, it's possible that Dean might be done with Cas. He'd said wonderful things yesterday but he'd also walked away. The insecurity in Cas puts doubts in his mind.
"I didn't…" Cas begins, "I didn't mean it like that," he says quietly, unable to look Dean in the eye, fearing that his face will give away his guilt.
Dean's face softens, "Yeah," is all he can say and then he coughs uncomfortably.
"Why did you bring me here?" Cas asks to break the silence, "Why didn't you take me home?" This is actually something Cas can't recall.
"I, umm…" Dean clears his throat again, "didn't want Gabriel to think that I was trying something."
Cas lets a half smile grace his lips, "Dean, are you scared of my brother?"
Dean snaps his head up, hearing the smile in Cas' voice. It's contagious and Dean smiles back, it's been so long since he's seen a sober smile on those lips.
"No," Dean denies, his voice a pitch higher than normal, "I… just don't want him thinking any less of me."
Cas tries to hide the grin, "I believe you," he says unconvincingly.
Dean almost chuckles. The nice moment is interrupted as the toaster pops.
"I… uhh…" Dean begins, moving around the kitchen to butter the toast, "made you breakfast," Dean says awkwardly.
"You made me toast?" Cas asks, slightly amused and a little touched.
"Yeah," Dean replies with a nervous edge to his tone as he smears Cas' favourite jam onto the toast, "I tried to make you bacon and eggs too but… I, uhh… burnt them… so… toast."
Cas smiles at Dean's back but tries to shake it off as Dean turns around and places a plate at the table. Cas sits down and takes a bite.
"Thank you," he says as Dean hands him a cup of coffee.
"How are you feeling?" Dean asks as he takes the seat opposite Cas.
Cas shrugs, "Okay, I guess," he says, "I feel a little sick but I'm okay."
Dean snorts, "Well… lucky you… I'm usually in bed all day after a night like yours."
"Dean," Cas begins seriously, "what were you doing at the club last night?"
"I, uhh… was hanging out with Jo and Ash," he answers, "what were you doing at a club?"
"Anna dragged me there," Cas replies bitterly, "and I was not impressed."
"You seemed to be having a good time before…" Dean trails off, "Well… you know." Dean surprises himself with how calm his tone is. He realises that there wasn't jealousy there; he genuinely just wanted Cas to be enjoying himself. Dean sadly realises that he'd been subconsciously acknowledging the events of last night as a ticket in his favour. Cas having a bad experience with another man can only make Dean look better, right? Dean hates himself for having such a selfish view. Last night, Cas was hurt by yet another guy. How many times does that have to happen to Cas? Dean wonders, why can't pricks like me just let him be?
Cas shrugs uncomfortably, "I was trying to be polite," he answers honestly in a small voice, "even before…" Cas mirrors Dean's awkward tone, "well… you know… I was uncomfortable."
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't really like that guy," Cas confesses but Dean can see he's just being honest, he isn't trying to sugar-coat anything for Dean's sake, "he kept touching me… I didn't know how to tell him I wasn't interested."
Dean surges with an unusual emotion. He feels suddenly angry at Blondie, making Cas uncomfortable but he also wants to laugh. It's just like Cas to be too polite to tell a creepy guy to get lost.
Dean decides it calls for a laugh, "You don't have a problem with that when it comes to me," he jokes. He prays that Cas doesn't get mad again. To his surprise, Cas' face lights up as he chuckles delightfully. Dean wishes he could brand that sound in his head.
"Yeah, well… that's different," Cas says, the humour still evident in his tone. "Manners would be wasted on you, Winchester," Cas laughs and Dean can't control the embarrassingly hearty chuckle that escapes his lips.
Dean savours the moment of the two of them laughing together, like he's deep in the ocean and it's the last breath of oxygen in his tank.
Dean curses the Gods of inopportune timing when they're interrupted by a loud, annoying cell phone ringtone. It can't be his, his ringtone is 'carry on my wayward son' by Kansas. He realises it's Cas'.
"Oh," Dean begins gesturing with his thumb towards the living room, "I put your phone on charge."
Cas stands when he realises it's his phone ringing, "Thanks," he mutters before disappearing into the living room.
After a moment, the ringing stops.
"Hello?" Cas answers. Dean can't hear the other voice but he can hear Cas perfectly. "Hey… Yeah… umm… at a friends'… no, not Anna… Um, listen Gabe something happened last night but I don't want you to freak out… I was talking to this guy last night…. Yeah, shut up… and I'm pretty certain he drugged me…" This time Dean hears a very loud 'what?' on the other end of the conversation, "Gabe, calm down, it's not what you think… I'm fine, nothing happened… um… Dean was at the club last night and he found me and got me out of there and took me home and everything… yeah… no, Gabe… no, I'm certain… believe me… No, Gabe, I'm not letting you-… No, I don't believe you… I… Gabe…" Cas groans, "Fine," he says definitively before re-entering the kitchen with his phone outstretched.
"He wants to talk to you," Cas says sympathetically. Dean gulps but takes the phone and puts it to his ear.
"Hello," he says.
"Dean," Gabe greets on the other end, "Cas said he got drugged last night."
"Yeah," Dean agrees.
"And you took care of him," he continues.
"Yeah," Dean agrees.
"Did you see the guy who did it?" Gabe asks.
"Um… yeah… but I don't know his name," Dean explains.
"Did you sock him one?" He asks and Dean smiles proudly.
"Yes, sir," he responds.
"Good," Gabe retorts and then coughs uncomfortably, "thank you, Dean… for taking care of my brother."
"Umm," Dean says awkwardly, "of course…"
"You're still a dick," Gabe says roughly, "but thank you."
Dean almost smiles, that's more than he deserves. "No prob-," Dean's cut off as Gabe hangs up. Dean closes the phone and hands it back to Cas.
"He didn't give you a hard time, did he?" Cas asks.
Dean smiles, "He thanked me," he says, the disbelief clear in his own voice.
Cas looks just as confused as Dean feels, "How… nice of him," he says.
"Yeah," Dean agrees, feeling pretty pleased with himself. The two stay there awkwardly.
Dean finally takes in Cas' appearance and realises that Cas is wearing a pair of his boxers and his ACDC t-shirt.
"Cas," Dean begins, "Are you… um… are you wearing my clothes?"
Cas looks down. Shit, he thinks, he'd forgotten about that. Cas, in his state last night, had changed into some of Dean's clothes. It was partly because it was more comfortable and partly because he wanted to smell like Dean.
"Um," Cas begins awkwardly, how am I going to explain this? He thinks. "I thought you must've changed me."
"Uhh… no," Dean responds, "I wouldn't have felt right about it."
"Oh," Cas says uncomfortably, "well, I guess I borrowed some clothes last night… I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not," Dean responds, actually, he likes the look of Cas in his underwear.
"I… uhh…" Cas begins, "I should… probably get home."
Dean looks almost disappointed, "Oh… okay," he says, "I'll take you home."
Cas nods and plays with the phone in his hands, "I'll just… get changed." Cas leaves the kitchen to begrudgingly remove Dean's clothes.
The drive is painfully quiet. Dean spends the entire time fighting with himself. He opens his mouth a few times but always shuts it again. He finally gets the courage to talk when they pull into Cas' driveway.
"Well," Cas begins awkwardly, "thanks… for… everything."
Cas makes to leave, "Cas, wait," Dean says, "I know you don't remember but some things happened last night… and I wouldn't feel right if I didn't tell you."
"Oh," Cas swallows, "like what?"
"You… umm… well… you kissed me and…" Dean tries to breathe through the discomfort, "I didn't stop you right away… but… that was all that happened."
"Well, then… thanks," Cas says without looking at Dean. "That would've been stupid."
"Yeah," Dean agrees, thinking about the fact that he'd turned Cas down, "stupid."
Cas sits in the silence for a while, thinking of a million things to say but he never speaks up.
"And," Dean continues, "you should know that… you said some stuff last night-,"
"Stop Dean," Cas interrupts, closing his eyes as if he's in pain.
"What?"
"Stop," Cas repeats, "Just… stop." He looks to Dean and he's clearly confused, "I just… I don't think it's a good idea to talk about last night… whatever I said… I think you should just forget about it."
Dean purses his lips, "Because you didn't mean it, right?" He asks sadly.
"Probably not," Cas says meanly.
Dean sighs, "No…" He begins, "I know you don't remember but I can't let it go… What you said… what you told me… it meant the world to me… I can't just forget about it."
Cas closes his eyes, "Dean… whatever I said… I didn't mean it… I mean, I tried to kiss you last night… I was out of it."
Dean flinches, "They say that's when the truth comes out," he whispers.
Cas grunts in frustration, "Dean… just let it go."
"No, Cas!" Dean snaps, "I'm not letting it go… you told me you loved me last night, am I just supposed to forget about it?"
"Why not?" Cas barks, "You said so yourself… you knew it would be different in the morning, why are you trying to make last night real?"
Dean looks almost angry, he has to look away from Cas' eyes, "I thought you said you don't remember," he speaks through his teeth.
Cas inhales sharply, "I thought you'd let it go," he says quietly. "I didn't want to have to tell you that I didn't mean it."
"Great," Dean says, his hands tensing on the steering wheel, despite the fact that the car is parked.
"I'm sorry," Cas says.
"No…" Dean begins with an edge to his voice, "Cas, I know you meant it and so I can't let you go… I can't and I promised I wouldn't."
Cas scrunches his eyes and nose painfully, "Dean," he says sadly, "I was out of it… I was horny and I would've said anything."
Dean glares at him, "I know it was more than that, Cas and you do to."
Cas sighs, relaxing his face, "No, Dean… I think you just want to believe that."
Dean looks so hurt that it breaks Cas' heart. Last night, Cas made the biggest mistake of his life and told Dean not to let go. He'd confessed being terrified of Dean giving up and Dean had promised that he never would, despite knowing that there's no chance, just so Cas doesn't feel any more pain. Cas hates himself for not, for once in his life, being selfish but he can't help it. Dean won't give up if he still thinks Cas loves him and Cas can't let him do that to himself. Cas loves him. He loves him so much that, even after what they've been through, he can't put his own feelings before Dean's. He can't forgive but he can't allow him to suffer.
"Cas," Dean begins, "I know you… and I know I hurt you but you still love me… I know it."
Cas sighs again, "Dean," he whispers solemnly before looking him dead in the eye, "I don't love you."
It's all Dean needs to hear but the last words he wants to hear. Cas doesn't love him anymore and Dean deserves nothing less. This is it, it's finally over, Cas doesn't love him and Dean will never get him back.
Dean exhales, "Yeah," he agrees, "okay."
Dean can't look at Cas again as he finally leaves and Dean's left alone.
Cas solemnly enters his house and Gabe's waiting for him at the kitchen table.
"Cassie," Gabe begins, standing up to examine Cas. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Cas says with an empty voice, feeling the need to get away, for the tears are coming, "I just need to be alone."
Cas escapes to his bedroom and closes the door eagerly. He breathes heavily, fearing that he's on the verge of hyperventilating.
"Fuck!" He screams at himself. "God damn it!" He cries and Cas can't help himself as he pulls down his bookshelf, breaking it and sending his books everywhere. Cas moves onto his bedside table and lamp, smashing the glass parts to pieces.
Cas continues to trash his room in frustration, finally appeased when everything's destroyed. Cas crumbles to the floor.
Dean hasn't heard from or spoken to Cas in over two weeks. He'd stopped his foolish mission to win Cas back and so they'd had no contact. He knows now that he needs to leave Cas alone.
"Here you go, boy," Ellen says, passing Dean a beer and winking at him, "don't tell the grumpy old man."
Dean smiles appreciatively and takes the much needed beer. Ellen is Jo's mother and the owner of the Roadhouse, Bobby's favourite watering hole. Dean needed some time away from any place that reminds him of Cas, and this is the last place in town he can go.
When Dean finishes his beer, Jo's there with a replacement. She works part-time alongside her mother.
"So, have you heard from Cas?" Jo asks and she regrets it instantly at the sight of Dean's pained look.
"No," He says gruffly.
Jo sighs, "I'm sorry," she sympathises before pulling out a tumbler glass, filling it with ice and switching Dean's beer for whiskey, "you need this more."
Dean gives her an appreciative smile.
"Jo, honey," Ellen calls from the other side of the bar, "go get a case of beer from down stairs."
Dean freezes. Uh oh, he thinks, busted. Jo gives Dean a nervous 'good luck' expression before following her mother's request.
Ellen heads towards Dean and he tries to finish his scotch before she can take it away. Ellen reaches under the bar for the bottle of Johnny Walker and re-fills Dean's glass. Dean eyes her suspiciously.
"Jo doesn't give away my hooch for free unless it's necessary," Ellen explains, "I'm guessing you're having a hard time."
"Like you wouldn't believe," he explains.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks, "I've got years of experience."
Dean grins, not many people can make him grin but Ellen's probably the closest thing he has to a mother and she makes a good one… a little rough around the edges, but good.
"Thanks but," Dean begins, "I'm okay," he lies.
Ellen gives him a tight smile, "Well… you know where the bottle is," she says, her way of saying: 'Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, dearie'.
Dean's vaguely aware that the door to the Roadhouse opens. He gives a sideways glance over his shoulder to make sure that it's not Bobby coming in to bust him. He feels safe to return to his drink at the sight of two twenty-something men.
They move to sit at the far side of the bar, a few chairs away from Dean.
"What can I get you?" Jo asks, back from fetching the case from the basement.
"One beer and a scotch on the rocks, thanks beautiful," one retorts.
Jo gives them her 'I'm gonna pretend like that doesn't make me sick' smile. She pops open the beer and pours the scotch.
"That's ten fifty," she says and the guy hands over some cash.
"Keep the change," he winks. Ellen eyes the men carefully. She's always careful when Jo's working.
Jo puts the money in the register and hands back the change anyway, "How about you keep your fifty cent tip and, in exchange, your run-of-the-mill compliments to yourself… okay?" She smiles sweetly. Ellen smiles and Dean can read her thoughts, that's my girl, she's thinking.
The guy doesn't look at all discouraged, his friend laughs, though.
"I like a girl with a little fight," He grins over his scotch.
Jo smiles back, "How do you feel about girls with a lot of fight?" She asks before walking away to tend to her duties. The men just laugh and continue to converse.
Dean swallows his third drink and reaches for the bottle for a fourth. He tries to ignore the men at the end of the bar but they're acting strange, it's like they're trying to talk too quietly. Dean catches the odd word here and there but, otherwise, he can't tell what they're up to. Maybe they're going to rob the place, Dean thinks and he morbidly chuckles to himself, goodluck. Dean knows that the Roadhouse isn't exactly a place for the mild mannered, soft-at-heart types. It may as well be a biker bar.
Dean's ears prick at the two men's conversation as he catches something unsavoury. A name, more specifically. Dean's teeth clench automatically and he wonders how he didn't just break the glass in his hand. Suddenly, he's hoping they're here to rob the place, give Dean an excuse to shoot them.
"Lucifer?" Dean asks out loud, the word leaving his lips before he knows what's happening. The taller of the two men turns to face Dean. He has dirty blonde hair with chapped lips and a small pot belly. The other is shorter but lankier with a slight crookedness in his two front teeth. "Lucifer Novak?" Dean clarifies. The guy frowns.
"Have we met?" He asks happily.
Dean grinds his teeth, "Not directly," he says darkly, taking a much needed gulp of his whiskey.
Lucifer just raises his eyebrows, catching Dean's tone and not appreciating it.
"Perhaps he's a friend of one of our brother's," Michael mutters behind Lucifer, juts loud enough that Dean hears it. Dean's heart stops, they know Gabe and Cas are here, living in this town. How did they know? Dean thinks.
"What are you doing here?" He asks but the two men just smile.
"Visiting family," he says smugly.
"Family doesn't want you," Dean reminds him.
The smile on Lucifer's face broadens but Dean feels as if his will never return.
"Oh," Lucifer says, "you must know our brother, Gabriel."
Dean almost grunts, "That's funny," Dean says humourlessly, "I didn't know Gabriel had brothers." Dean blurts out, hoping, naively, that they might not know Cas is here.
Lucifer smiles tightly but looks stumped, "We're related by marriage," Michael butts in to lie.
"Maybe it's time for a divorce," Dean snaps and he enjoys watching the smile disappear from his face. Lucifer stands from his stool, perhaps to look more intimidating. Dean watches Michael down his beer before turning on his seat so that he's peeking over Lucifer's shoulder.
"I'm not sure I like what you're insinuating," Lucifer says quietly.
"I'm not insinuating anything," Dean says calmly, "I'm merely stating outright that you shouldn't be, nor do you deserve to be, related to Gabriel Novak."
"And what would you know?" Lucifer asks with a menacing glare.
Dean notices that Jo and Ellen are staring at the interaction.
"I don't know how you found Gabriel," Dean begins with a dark and deadly voice, "but I suggest you get in your car and drive as far away from here as possible."
"And Cas?" Lucifer prompts and the sound of his name in this monsters mouth makes Dean sick. Lucifer smiles at the sight of Dean's furious expression. "Did you think we'd forget about him?"
Dean purses his lips, unable to speak.
Lucifer smiles knowingly, "Cassie can hardly stand on his own two legs… if he's not with Gabriel, he's dead."
Dean can't help the way his body jerks at the sound of those words. His blood boils and his hand forms into an automatic fist.
Michael chuckles behind Lucifer, "I bet Cassie misses us… it's been a while since we've spent some quality time with the little queer."
The word sends a feeling through Dean like a poison is pumping through his veins, fuelling his hate. Dean doesn't give him a second chance before launching at Lucifer. Dean's fury causes his mind to go blank. All he can feel is bone hitting flesh and something hard hitting him repeatedly. He's pulled back by something that has both his arms. Next thing he knows, he hears the cocking of a gun. He looks up and sees Ellen holding the shotgun she keeps under the bar. Jo's grabbed the baseball bat and jumped onto a crate to make herself taller. Dean notices that all the regulars are out of their seats and staring at Lucifer and Michael, backing up their usual hostess.
"I think it's time you both left," Ellen says calmly.
Michael lets go of Dean and makes his way to the door.
"C'mon, Luc," he encourages. Lucifer eyes Dean as he leaves, his mouth bloody and swollen and his eye busted. "We've got somewhere to be."
They both disappear behind the door and Dean wipes his mouth, pulling away the back of his hand to reveal blood.
"Alright, trouble's out the door," Ellen announces to the regulars, "you can go back to drinkin'."
Ellen puts the shotgun back in place and moves out from the other side of the bar to confront Dean.
"What the bloody hell was that, boy?" Ellen asks, her hand inspecting Dean's face.
Dean shakes his head but he can't breathe, let alone speak.
"I have to go," Dean says, panic rising in him.
"Dean, no," Ellen insists, "you're not driving anywhere… Bobby can forgive me for giving you whiskey and letting you beat on with a couple of dicks but not for letting you kill yourself drink-driving."
"Ellen… you don't understand… those guys…" Dean rambles but he can't explain it, he turns to Jo, hoping she'll understand, "it's to do with Cas!"
Jo's face is sympathetic, "Dean… you can't drive like this," she says and then she pauses like she's deliberating something, "I'll drive."
Jo hops the bar and drops her apron.
"Joanna Beth," Ellen warns, "you be careful."
Dean follows Jo out and hands over his keys, "You be careful with her," Dean warns.
Dean encourages Jo to speed all the way to Cas and Gabriel's. He practically bowls the door down when they get there.
"Dean?" Gabe asks, popping up from behind the couch, taking in the look of an erratic Dean and a slightly frightened Jo, "What the fuck?"
"Gabe," Dean breathes, "where's Cas?"
Gabe frowns, "Dean… what the fuck is going on? Cas doesn't want to speak to you."
Dean shakes his head, "No, Gabe… this isn't about me… where's Cas?"
"Why?"
Dean inhales deeply, "It's important that he not hear us."
"Dean?" Cas calls, emerging from his bedroom to see what the fuss is about.
"Cas, get upstairs," Gabe orders without looking at him.
"What? No," Cas refuses stubbornly, "what's going on?"
"Cas, get upstairs!" Gabriel yells, finally looking at his brother and unleashing the force of his dominating glare.
Cas looks frustrated and he spares one last glance in Dean's direction before trudging off to his bedroom, feeling like a child.
Gabriel returns his furious eyes on Dean, "Now, what the hell is this about?"
"Gabe…" Dean begins solemnly, "I ran into someone at the Roadhouse… well, two people."
Gabe just frowns, "Good for you Dean… did you come all the way here to tell me that?"
Dean rolls his eyes, "No, Gabe… Michael and Lucifer… they're in town."
The look on Gabe's face is of pure horror at the sound of his brother's names.
"What?" He asks, all colour drained from his face.
"They said that they were visiting family," Dean begins, "They said stuff about Cas and you… I don't remember, I was seeing red… but, they know you're here."
Gabe bites his lip, "Oh, fuck," he curses, "I… I can't let them near Cas… he can't know… he'll freak."
"It's okay, Gabe… they probably don't know your address, I mean… they were at the Roadhouse and they haven't tried to contact you yet."
"Unless… they were just waiting for someone who knew us to spill the beans," Gabriel says, looking straight at Dean.
"No," Dean denies, "Gabe, I would never…" he tries to explain.
"Or… they were looking for a trail to follow," Jo interrupts in an ominous voice and Dean looks over to notice her face is behind the curtain. His stomach drops. She looks back at Dean and it's written all over her face. Dean rushes over to quickly lock the door.
"Fuck… no," Gabe says, shaking his head.
There's a bang against the door, "Little brother, I'm home!"
"Fuck!" Gabe curses.
"Oh, God… Gabe… I didn't know," Dean explains but Gabriel isn't listening.
"Fuck," he says again, "Cas is gonna lose his mind."
"Gabriel… we can take them… you and me."
"I don't want Cas to even have to look at those two, Dean… if they lay one finger on him, I'm going to kill them," Gabe's eyes look straight into Dean's and his words come out like it's the most important thing he'll ever say, "Dean… if you let them inside, I swear to God… I will kill them."
The knocking continues.
"Call the police," he tells Gabe before bolting up the stairs and into Cas' room. Cas is looking out the window.
"Cas?" Dean asks cautiously. Cas turns and he's so pale, he looks dead.
"Dean," he says in a terrified whisper, "am I dreaming?"
Dean feels his eyes well, "No," he says, "Cas… it's real."
"Oh God," Cas says and he looks like he's on the verge of a panic attack.
Dean catches Cas right before he faints. He fiercely clutches at Cas' face, trying to make his eyes focus on Dean's and, eventually, they do.
"Cas," Dean begins, "I'm not letting them hurt you, do you understand?"
Cas just sobs.
"Cas," Dean says again, begging him with his voice to believe him, "I will protect you."
Cas stares into Dean's eyes and just nods, allowing himself to be lulled.
"Just stay here," he insists, "whatever you hear… stay here… I'll take care of this."
Dean flinches at the sound of broken glass. He peers out the window to see Lucifer and Michael destroying his car with a crowbar.
Dean leaves Cas on his bedroom floor, in the fetal position as he heads down the stairs. Gabriel looks fuming, Jo, however, looks terrified.
"Did you call the police?" Dean asks and Gabe nods.
"They'll be here any minute," Jo explains and they hear another great crash and Dean knows his baby's in pain but he's not thinking about the Impala.
If Cas is ever going to get peace of mind, Dean needs to get rid of his brother forever. He can't kill them, although he knows, deep down, that he would if it called for it. The police might catch them vandalising Dean's car but that won't get them put away. However, assault might do the trick. Dean breathes deeply as he forms a plan in his mind. He doesn't even have to second guess his decision. Whatever he needs to do to protect Cas, he has to do it.
He heads towards the door but Gabe stops him, "Dean, where are you going?"
Dean looks at Gabe with, what he hopes, is a convincing expression, "Gabe, stay here."
Gabe looks confused, "What? No," he says, "Dean, you'll get your ass kicked."
"That's the point," Dean explains and Gabriel looks horrified. "Just don't come out… whatever you see… don't come out and lock the door behind me."
Dean storms off before Gabe can stop him.
The two stop at the sight of Dean. Michael jumps down from his post on the top of Dean's hood.
"Well… Well…" Lucifer begins, "if it isn't our friend from the bar… you know… we were hoping we could just follow you and finish what we started… we had no idea you'd lead us to our little Cassie's hideaway."
Dean stops dead, he must be joking.
"So," Dean prompts, hiding his shock, "Now you get to finish it."
Lucifer and Michael eye him cautiously, "I have to wonder why someone like you is throwing themselves in the midst of our family feud…" Michael speaks, "why are you so interested?"
"They're not your family, anymore," Dean says, "you revoked that right when you beat the shit out of Cas."
Michael smiles, "My point exactly… why do you care so much about our little Cassie?"
Dean smiles evilly, "Because he's my Cas," Dean explains, "I'm his boyfriend." He grins proudly and Michael laughs.
Lucifer joins in, "You here that, Michael?" He asks, "We have another fag on our hands."
Dean grins, "That's rich… coming from a guy named Luc," he points out and the smile disappears from Lucifer's mug.
"You should've run when you could," Lucifer says before advancing on Dean, Michael ghosting him. Lucifer takes the first swing. Dean's instincts kick in and he forgets that the purpose of this was to get his ass kicked. Dean bobs and sends an upper cut straight into Lucifer's chin. Michael's there to get Dean back and he feels his lip split as he gets an elbow straight in his face. Dean doesn't know where it comes from but he's hit again. And again. And again. He's throttled in the stomach and knocked on his ass. Dean rolls over to spit, seeing a splatter of blood on the pavement. Dean prays that the police get here soon or he fears he might die. His vision goes a little blurry as he cops another punch. His head swims and he knows that he's about to pass out. He feels a sharp pain against his temple and then… nothing.
"Dean?" A distant but familiar voice calls, "Dean?"
Dean opens his eyes to see a blurry shape. It slowly comes into focus until he sees the most beautiful face in the world, surrounded by bright lights.
"Crap," he curses and he sees Cas frown, "I'm dead, right?"
Cas smiles, "No, Dean," he insists. Dean's eyes adjust and he realises that he's lying in a hospital bed.
"Oh shit," he says and the previous events start to come back to him. "What happened?" He asks, inspecting Cas' face to see any signs that he might've failed, "Are you okay!?" Dean sits up too fast and gets a head rush.
"Dean, I'm fine," Cas insists, "everything's fine… you're a little worse for wear but you're fine."
"Lucifer and Michael?" Dean asks and Cas smirks.
"Turns out… the reason they never tried to find us before is because they've been in prison… they were put away a month after we left… some drug bust or something," Cas explains, "they just got out and came looking for us." Cas is grinning so wide and Dean knows he's not getting the whole story, "They were on parole and now have been busted for assault on one, Dean Winchester."
Dean feels a smile grace his lips, "Thank God," he says.
Cas shakes his head, "No," he clarifies, "thank you."
Despite the message, there's something in Cas' tone, it sounds like he's not entirely happy about it.
"What?" He asks.
"What the hell were you thinking!?" Cas yells unexpectedly, "You could've gotten yourself killed!"
"Cas… I was doing it to protect you!" He yells back defensively.
"Protect me?" Cas asks in outrage, "What about you? Do you have a death wish or something?"
"It worked, didn't it?" Dean snaps back.
"At your expense!" Cas yells, "You're such a halfwit!"
"I don't remember asking for your opinion!" Dean yells furiously, bitter that there isn't at least a small amount of appreciation.
"If not for my opinion, then why?" Cas demands.
Dean flinches, "I promised I'd protect you! I'm not breaking that again."
"So you threw yourself under a bus?"
"I would gladly do it again," Dean responds, a little smugly, "and not for this overwhelming appreciation," he adds sarcastically.
"Dean," Cas says seriously, "If anything had of happened to you-,"
"You would've rejoiced, right?" Dean cuts him off.
"No, you dick, I would've been devastated," Cas snaps.
"What?" Dean asks, the weight of Cas' words resting on Dean's heart, "Then, why are you yelling at me?"
"Dean…" Cas begins in a purposely evened tone, "There isn't anything my brothers could've done to me that would have hurt more than anything happening to you."
"Cas…" Dean begins, unable to comprehend the full weight of Cas' words.
Cas sighs, "I have to yell," he explains, "because I don't know how to react," Cas admits, "Dean… what you did… I can't even… I don't… I just…" Cas sighs, "Fuck…"
"What?" Dean prompts eagerly.
"I never thought it was possible for someone to care that much about me," Cas says, "I never thought someone like you existed… Dean, when I saw my brothers, I felt like I was going to die, I was so scared but then you show up and suddenly, I'm not scared anymore. I just knew you were going to protect me… I knew I was safe."
"Cas… what're you saying?" Dean asks, daring to let himself dream that Cas is saying what he thinks he's saying.
Cas sighs, "Dean," he says, closing his eyes, "the last few weeks have been… the… worst of my life," he confesses, "most days I just lay in bed and stare at the ceiling… I've never been in more pain."
Dean feels his stomach clench at the thought of his actions causing Cas pain, "Cas you haven't," Dean begins, trying to find a sign that will answer his question, "you know… hurt yourself… again?"
"No," Cas says, looking away, "I couldn't… not… not after I saw what it did to you."
Dean looks shocked, "After what it did to me?" He asks.
Cas nods, "I know that sounds stupid but…" Cas gives a casual shrug, "I would gladly move in with my brothers in their cell block if it means I'll never have to see you that destroyed again."
"What?" Dean whispers, unable to let himself believe what's coming out of Cas' mouth.
"Dean, the past few weeks have been hell because I've been without you," he confesses, "not because of what you did but because I've missed you so much that I couldn't feel anything else."
Dean feels his eyes well, "You still love me," he states plainly and he sees Cas' mouth pull into a half-smile.
"Of course I do," Cas responds, "I never stopped."
"Fuck, Cas," Dean whispers, his voice tainted with tears.
Cas just smiles back before leaning down to press his lips against Dean's.
Epilogue.
Two Weeks Later.
Cas tries his best to hide his overwhelming urges as Dean slides his hand into his back pocket and gives his behind a firm squeeze.
"Knock it off," Cas shoes him away playfully. Cas couldn't be happier that he has Dean again and that Dean's even flaunting their new relationship but he's still not used to public displays of affection. It doesn't stop them from groping each other at school but it still causes Cas to blush. The last two weeks has been enough time that their fellow students are at least somewhat used to their openly gay relationship. It's unfortunate that there are a still some people who will pull an uncomfortable face in their presence but Cas and Dean can ignore that. It could be worse, hell, they'd have worse if everyone wasn't already scared of Dean.
The past two weeks have been like honeymooning in Disneyland. Dean and he had begun the process of sorting through their issues, well, all but one.
"You know what tomorrow is, right?" Dean asks and Cas purposely looks confused as the two walk hand in hand down the school's corridor. The day had finally finished.
"Saturday?" He asks, "I'm aware of the day, yes."
Dean shakes his head, "No, smartass… it's the fifteenth."
Cas continues to play dumb, "Which means…?" Cas unwillingly lets go of his boyfriend's hand when they stop at his locker. He fiddles with the door to collect his belongings for the weekend.
"Which means… it's been two weeks since I got out of hospital," Dean clarifies, hinting to Cas with his eyes.
Dean had only spent a few days in the hospital. He'd sustained some injuries but he didn't think them to be very serious. Some bumps and bruises, he's had worse. Just to be safe, the doctor had stressed no physical activity for two weeks. Dean had absolutely no intentions of listening to the advice but Cas had insisted they reframe from any 'physical activity', leaving Dean and Cas no other option than to wait. Dean doesn't know if Cas is considering his health or just wants to wait to make their first time back together special. Whatever the reason, it had nearly killed Dean. In the two weeks they've spent together, in their post-make up stage, they've been unable to lie together as man and, well, Dean. Dean has never done anything more difficult. What made it worse was that they'd become close so many times but Cas always pulled away. Now, however, the two weeks are up.
Cas closes his locker and turns to lean against it, purposefully crossing his arms, "Two weeks, really?" He clarifies, "I hadn't noticed."
"Cas,"Dean says seriously, getting tired of the game, "stop it."
"Stop what?" He asks innocently.
"You know what."
Cas shakes his head, "I don't think I do Dean… I can't remember what's special about tomorrow… it's not our anniversary is it?" Cas jokes.
Dean gives Cas his 'don't be an idiot face', "No, stupid… that's February the twelfth," Dean blurts out. Cas raises his eyebrows just as Dean cringes at himself. He looks to be in more shock at himself than Cas is. Dean knows their anniversary? Cas didn't even know they had one.
"The twelfth, huh?" Cas prompts and Dean doesn't answer, stricken with embarrassment, "Why the twelfth?" Cas asks, unable to remember what special event he's earmarking for their 'anniversary'.
Dean rolls his eyes, "The… uhh… night I was drunk and you came over…" Dean admits begrudgingly.
Cas nods, "The first time we… had relations," he acknowledges, "it seems appropriate."
"It's not because of that," Dean corrects quickly. Cas frowns. "That was the first time you said you loved me," Dean admits.
Cas smiles as he reminisces, "If I recall correctly – you said it first," he smirks.
Dean just smiles wider, "All the more reason to have the twelfth as our anniversary."
Cas bites his lip, trying to hide the overwhelming surge of love he feels, "The twelfth of February," he repeats, trying to commit it to memory, "That's kind of close to Valentine's day, isn't it?" He asks, "Boy… that's gonna be a lot of sex for three days." Dean blushes but smiles. "But… if tomorrow's not our anniversary…" Cas continues.
"Cas," Dean says in a frustrated voice that only makes Cas laugh, "It's the first time we can do it since my…. Accident."
Cas stifles a laugh, "I know Dean… I've been counting down the hours."
Dean rolls his eyes, "Well… I was thinking… if you wanted to come over or we can go to dinner and I'll… uhh… light some candles."
Cas smiles, "Dean, honey… we're gay, we're not women," he repeats the joke and Dean playfully pinches him.
"Well… Bobby and Sam have promised to vacate but we can get a nice hotel if you want." Bobby, Dean thinks. The conversation he'd had with Bobby would have been hilarious to a third party observer. To Dean, however, it was just painful. He'd tried to confess to Bobby subtly so that he wouldn't have to outright say it but Bobby had been thick as a brick. Eventually, Dean ended up telling him that Cas was his 'special friend' and he'll probably be around the house a lot… even stay in Dean's bedroom. It was at this point that Bobby finally understood at which he said: "Oh…" paused to clear his throat, "what you do in the privacy of your own bedroom is your business, boy." Dean had just smiled and said thank you but, before he turned to leave, he swore he heard Bobby mutter under his breath: "I'll love ya no matter what… ya idjit."
Cas caresses Dean's face in his hands, forcing their eyes to meet, "Dean," he begins, "it's been over a month since we've been together… when I see you tomorrow… I am going to fuck your brains out."
Dean's hands find Cas' hips and he grins seductively, "I love it when you talk dirty," he muses as Cas presses their lips together, careful to keep their kiss chaste due to their public surroundings.
"Get a room," a voice calls playfully from behind and the two boys break away to see Jo skip up to them and she's closely followed by Ash.
"Gladly," Dean grins, earning him a playfully elbow in the ribs from Cas.
Jo raises her eyebrows, "Will we see you two later?"
The two answer simultaneously.
"Yes," Dean agrees.
"No," Cas refuses and everyone turns to frown at him. He smirks, "I have to rest up," he explains, coyly giving Dean a sideways glance, "I have a big day tomorrow… lots of… physically activity."
Dean tries to hide his smile.
Jo makes a noise in the back of her throat and puts her hand up like she's reflecting Cas' words, "I don't want to hear about your crazy sex life," she complains and they all laugh. Cas realises he's not as subtle as he thinks he is.
"I guess we'll see you tonight, Dean," Jo continues, "Cas… Catch you later."
Jo walks away and Ash points his finger like a gun, makes a clinking sound and pretends to cock it as a goodbye gesture. Cas and Dean watch them leave.
"You know they're having relations," Cas blurts out.
"What?" Dean snaps, staring at Cas with his eyes wide like he can't believe what just came out of his mouth. "How do you know?"
Cas just frowns at Dean, "It's obvious, isn't it?" He asks.
"Is it?" Dean asks, his voice sounding high and squeaky.
Cas rolls his eyes, "Dean… they're practically always together," he explains, "when was the last time you saw either of them with someone?"
Dean frowns, come to think of it, Ash had stopped bragging to Dean about chicks he's banged a long time ago.
"Huh," is all he says. "I guess that explains it."
"Explains what?" Cas asks curiously.
Dean smiles smugly, "Why Jo and I have been friends for years and she's never been interested in me… I mean, if she's not interested in someone else and she's not gay… she'd have to be crazy."
"You think you're so cute," Cas glares playfully.
Dean smiles, "I'm adorable."
Cas rolls his eyes but pulls his boyfriend along by the hand, "C'mon… you can take me home."
Cas spent all night last night rolling around in his bed. He truly wanted to rest for today but he'd been far too excited to sleep. He'd been thinking about this moment.
Gabe pulls up at Dean's place, wishes his brother good luck before Cas jumps out, his duffel bag packed and ready for his night at Dean's.
Cas makes his way to the front door and knocks timidly, afraid of how he's going to act. Dean opens the door and Cas' mouth almost drops. He's wearing nothing but a pair of sweats. The strange, gold amulet that Dean wears around his neck sits comfortably on his sternum, between his tan, firm, smooth pectorals. Cas' eyes wander down Dean's stomach, following the perfectly paved lines in his muscles, defining his hard, shapely abs. Dean's pants sit so low on his hips that Cas can see his subtle tan line. In fact, they are so low, he can see a small mess of stubble peeking over, just above the hem, in the middle of Dean's hips. Cas considers it one of the sexiest things he's possibly ever seen. He smiles to himself, wondering when it was that Dean shaved. Finally, Cas' eyes make it back to Dean's face and he's wearing that irresistible half smile and his beautiful, green eyes are lit up like Christmas trees.
"Hey Beautiful," Dean greets and Cas could scoff. How can Dean call him beautiful when he stands, looking impossibly picturesque.
"Hey," Cas responds, unable to make his voice come out louder than a whisper.
Dean stares at Cas, as if looking at him for the first time. His beautiful, pink, plump lips that always look slightly puckered, no matter what Cas is doing, are slightly turned up in a gentle half-smile. His hair is dark and dishevelled, like he's just rolled out of bed, like always. His eyes fall to the duffle bag, hanging off Cas' shoulder and Dean smiles to himself. It's the first time they've ever had an official boyfriend/boyfriend sleepover. Not that he imagines Cas will spend much time wearing clothes tonight.
"Come in," Dean offers, gesturing inside quickly.
Cas hurries inside, his stomach feeling queasy. He doesn't know why he's so nervous, they've done this before. Dean closes the door, flicks the lock and turns around to face Cas. The two smile shyly for a moment.
"I'll… uhh… take that," Dean offers, his hand outstretched for Cas' duffel bag.
Cas smiles and resists the urge to roll his eyes, "I'll go put it in your room," he insists, turning to head for the stairs.
"I'll come with you," Dean says quickly, following Cas towards the stairs. Cas almost laughs and then he does actually chuckle when Dean insists that they hold hands for the walk up the stairs.
Cas opens the door to Dean's room and steps inside. He can't help the huge grin that graces his lips. Dean's cleaned his room so that it's practically spotless. The bed is clean and made and he's placed three candles on his bedside table and they're already lit.
Cas turns to look at Dean, who's wearing shy smile and looking at his feet.
"Dean Winchester," Cas begins, "you've got to be the cutest thing I've ever seen."
Dean looks up, smiles, shrugs and removes Cas' duffle bag to place against the far wall, "It's not just for chicks," he mutters in the process.
"So…" Dean begins, turning around to face Cas and putting his hands in his pockets, pulling his sweats down even lower on his hips, the actions doesn't go unnoticed. Dean awkwardly steps forward, trying to subtly inch his way closer to Cas, "What would you like to do?" He asks.
Cas smiles wickedly, "Well, I guess we could watch some TV," he suggests. Dean tries to hide the fall in his expression.
He nods, "Sounds good," he lies.
Cas rolls his eyes and takes the necessary steps to shorten the distance between himself and Dean, "Dean," he says, catching his lover's attention, "you're shirtless," he observes, "My pants have been uncomfortably tight since you opened the door."
Cas enjoys Dean's grin before caressing his face and bringing their lips together. Dean sighs involuntarily at the contact, the feel of Cas' plump, soft lips. Dean parts his mouth and slips the tip of his tongue against Cas' top lip. Cas parts his mouth to allow his lover access, gently moving his tongue against Dean's. Dean softly moves his lips and tongue, feeling the unusual coolness of Cas' mouth, revelling in the sensual taste.
Dean's hands find Cas' hips and he tenderly presses his thumbs against those perfect hipbones. Dean gently squeezes before pulling Cas against himself, forcing the feel of Cas' hardness against his own. A deep, lustful groan escapes Dean.
Cas seizes Dean's bottom lip between his teeth, he tugs and sucks it gently until he feels Dean's nails dig into his side in a frustrated gesture. Cas traces Dean's jawline with his lips until he reaches his ear and nibbles at the lobe. He feels Dean's hands stray from his hips and slip under his shirt to run over his bare back. Cas' nose glides down Dean's neck, tickling him. Cas purses his lips against Dean's throat, feeling his rapid pulse against his mouth. Cas parts his lips to kiss and suck at Dean's neck, occasionally allowing his teeth to bite gently. The kiss deepens and grows fiercer and Dean's body responds against his will. He groans against his lover's ear and drags his nails against Cas' smooth, alabaster back. Cas' hands glide down to Dean's firm, smooth biceps as he presses himself even closer into the warm, hard body against him.
Cas, overcome with desire, guides his mouth back to Dean's and leads him towards his bed. Cas pushes against Dean gently, breaking their lips to force him to lie down. Cas quickly straddles Dean's hips and hovers over his body to press their lips together again. Dean's hands latch onto Cas' shirt and practically tears it from his torso.
Cas runs his hands up Dean's stomach and over his chest, caressing every inch of Dean he can. He breaks their kiss to return his lips to Dean's throat and slowly leaves a trail of kisses down his lover's chest, lingering on his delectably hardened and sensitive nipples. Dean sighs softly as Cas continues to pave a path down Dean's stomach and to the hem of his pants. Dean reaches down to Cas to run his fingers through his hair. Cas' fingers latch onto the edge of Dean's pants, eager to reveal the hard on underneath.
Before Cas can liberate Dean and finally taste him again, his chin is seized and directed up, forcing his eyes onto Dean's. Dean smiles down at his lover and shakes his head.
Cas' eyebrows form a perfectly delightful crease. His big, blue eyes look at Dean like a curious doe. "Dean?" He asks curiously.
Dean's thumb traces Cas' plump, bottom lip, "Not that," he says but Cas' crease only deepens.
"Why?" He asks and Dean can hear the insecurity in his voice but his fingers still retract from Dean's pants.
Dean smiles warmly, "Because I haven't been with you in over a month," he explains softly, "and I don't want it like this…"
Cas continues to frown, self-conscious that he's doing something wrong, "How do you want it?" He asks.
Dean moves off the bed to kneel in front of Cas. He gently grazes Cas' cheek with his thumb.
"I want to make love to you," Dean says and pulls Cas in for a sweet, intimate kiss. He catches an amused grin on Cas' face before their lips meet.
Cas tries to break away, "I've really turned you into a sissy, haven't I?" Cas jokes but really, Dean's words sent his stomach into a frenzy of heated emotions.
"Shut up," Dean retorts before pulling Cas in again and crushing their lips together, feeling Cas' smile against his own. Dean's fingers lock into Cas' hair, tugging lightly and pressing their bare torsos together.
Dean's hands slip from Cas' hair and attentively trail down his stomach until they reach his belt buckle. He undoes Cas' pants and slides them down his thighs. Dean smiles to himself as he instantly feels the absence of Cas' briefs. His groin twitches appreciatively.
Dean breaks the kiss to turn Cas roughly. Dean hooks his arm around Cas' stomach to press himself against his lover's backside. An abrupt and shameless moan escapes Cas as he's suddenly confronted with the feeling of Dean's manhood against his rear.
Dean drags his lip against the back of Cas' neck and nibbles at the flesh of his shoulder blade. Cas exhales a lustful breath. Dean slides his hand down Cas' stomach to his rock hard member.
Dean tongues Cas' ear, playfully seizing it between his teeth, "God," he breathes, "I've missed this."
"Dean…" Cas begs, "I need you."
Dean smiles against his lover's back and reaches into his pocket to seize the little, plastic bottle he stored there earlier. Dean keeps one hand on Cas' hardness, slowly jerking his wrist in an expert motion and uses the other to lubricate two fingers. He places the tip of his finger at Cas' entrance and begins circling it.
Cas' breath quickens and, every now and then, he lets out a soft moan.
"You like that, baby?" Dean sings and Cas moans in response.
"Dean…" Cas says, in a voice caught between a plead and a warning. Dean chuckles against his lover's ear and slips his finger inside the boy's entrance. Cas gasps as Dean starts to slide his digit in and out, slowly increasing his speed. When Dean feels Cas relax around him, he slips a second finger inside him and matches the speed of his other hand.
Dean brushes against the sweet spot, causing Cas to expel a quivering gasp.
"God," Dean whispers, Cas' sounds causing his member to throb painfully, "Cas, I need you now," he says feverishly. Dean removes his fingers, reaches into his own pants and unleashes his member. He desperately lubricates and fastens one hand around Cas' hips and settles the other at the base of his erection. He feels Cas' hands grasp his thighs so that he's practically hovering over Dean's lap. Dean doesn't need a bigger signal than that and he slowly guides Cas down, thrusting up at the same time as he gently eases into his lover. Cas softly groans and he involuntarily tightens his grip on Dean's thighs. The feel of Cas' warm, tight entrance around his hardness almost sends Dean over the edge then and there. He knows he'll have to work hard to keep himself from losing control. Cas revels in the glory of being filled by Dean once again. He feels the familiar, painful sting of being stretched but it's been so long that it's worse than he remembers. There's something wonderful about the pain that Cas can't quite put his finger on. Cas needs more time than usual to adjust but Dean's hard member is pressing up against his sweet spot, creating the most frustrating tease. Cas needs friction. He almost sighs when he feels his body finally relax and the pain subside.
Cas slowly eases off Dean, using his lover's thighs as leverage. When Cas feels nothing but the tip, he slams back down into Dean's lap, letting a blissful moan escape his lips. Dean cries out in pleasure as Cas moves up and back down again. Dean runs his hands all over Cas' torso, lightly tweaking his nipples as Cas continues to ride him. His lips kiss and nip at Cas' flesh as he begins slightly plunging up to meet Cas' downward thrusts.
"Oh God," Cas whispers, quickening his pace, desperate for some much needed relief. Dean's hand wraps firmly around Cas' member and starts working him. Too soon, Cas feels himself start to build, his senses overwhelmed with pleasure.
Dean feels himself build but he doesn't want it to end, not just yet. Dean releases Cas and roughly grasps his hips to cease the movement.
"Cas, stop," Dean pleads and Cas responds with a whine but he stops, nonetheless. "I'm gonna come," Dean pants.
Cas leans against Dean, his chest heaving rapidly, "That's the idea," he breathes and Dean smiles against his lover's shoulder.
"No," Dean disagrees, "I want to watch you… turn around."
Cas begrudgingly eases off Dean, almost whimpering at the loss of pressure. He turns to lie down on his back, his eyes finding Dean's lust filled green ones and he's wearing an irresistible half smile. Dean's fingers latch onto the pants around Cas' knees and removes them so that Cas is laying on his floor, completely naked. Dean completely removes his own pants before settling himself between Cas' legs, their eye contact never breaking. Dean hitches up Cas' legs so that his knees are pressed up against his chest.
"Hold your knees," Dean commands and Cas follows the directions and wraps his arms around the back of his bent knees so that he's hugging his legs. Dean rests his hands on the back of Cas' thighs. "Stop me if I hurt you, baby," Dean urges. Cas nods but he can't imagine ever telling Dean to stop, no matter how uncomfortable it gets. Dean leans all his bodyweight onto his hands, onto Cas, so that he almost looks like he's about to do a push up.
Dean lowers himself into Cas with ease. He starts thrusting into Cas eagerly and, as he does so, he rolls his hips. Cas doesn't know what it is but something about the way Dean's thrusting sends him over the edge, like the roll in his hips is causing him to hit all the right places. Cas moans louder than Dean's ever heard and it's almost like a whimper.
"Cas?" Dean asks, slowing his rhythm for fear he's hurt his lover.
"Don't you dare stop," Cas cries, groaning loudly again. Dean doesn't need more encouragement and begins pounding into Cas once more, provoking a groan every time he rolls his hips just right. Dean feels himself build again, his hardness twitching appreciatively every time Cas makes those beautiful noises. Dean's never made Cas scream like this before.
Cas' leg feels like it could cramp at any moment but he couldn't stop if his life depended on it. The pleasure is almost unbearable with Dean hitting all the right places.
"Cas," Dean groans, "you keep making those noises and you're gonna make me come."
"Oh, God," Cas breathes, letting Dean hold his leg in place so that he can reach down and grasp his rock hard member. "Dean… harder…" Cas pleads and Dean eagerly delivers, pounding into his lover even harder. He builds quickly, fearing that he'll blow too soon.
"Cas… God you feel good," Dean moans.
"Dean…" Cas breathes, feeling himself on the edge. "I'm gonna…"
"Me too baby…" Dean whispers and pounds more fiercely than before, causing Cas to cry out. Cas lets go of his leg to reach up to clutch Dean's hair. He roughly pulls Dean down to crush their lips together as Dean loses control and explodes into Cas, sending him over the edge in his own, mind-blowing climax.
Dean and Cas pant hard and deepen their kiss as they both come down. Dean leans his whole body against Cas as they kiss deeply, moaning at the sweet taste and intimate feel.
Eventually, they break away and Dean looks into Cas' big, beautiful eyes. He grazes his lover's cheek with his thumb intimately.
"I love you, Castiel Novak," Dean whispers powerfully, "I love you more than anything."
A small smile graces Cas' lips, "I love you too, Dean Winchester," he says soulfully.
Dean brushes his fingers through Cas' hair adoringly and moves to press his lips against the scar on Cas' chest tentatively. He drags his lips over his lover's skin, pursing his lips against another scar. Dean rubs the back of Cas' hand and brings it up to his face and leans into it, inhaling the scent. Dean's eyes find Cas' wrist and he lovingly places his lips against the one, most recent scar that sticks out above the rest. The one Dean caused. Cas watches as Dean's lips linger on his scar and he creases his brow and shuts his eyes, as if in pain.
"Dean?" Cas asks curiously.
Dean opens his eyes to look to his lover and Cas can see that his eyes have filled with water. Dean refuses to allow Cas' hand to leave his face.
"You're everything to me, Cas," Dean mumbles softly, "you're my whole world now… every second I'm without you, I'm thinking of you… I want you… forever."
Cas grazes Dean's face adoringly, "You have me Dean."
"Can you promise me forever?" He asks and Cas sees that twinkle in his eye. That twinkle that only Cas sees, the one that shows Dean's vulnerability, a vulnerability he does everything he can to hide from the rest of the world.
"I guarantee forever," Cas replies.
He brings Dean towards him and seals his guarantee with a sweet, chaste kiss.
The End.
Thanks for the encouragement throughout this story, I hope you guys liked it.