Dean, Sam and Bobby were back in the motel room, a cold one in each of their hands. Sweat was dripping down both the bottles and the boys. Bobby was just about to write to Mr. Bariphaba and tell him the good news.
"I don't believe this!" Bobby said.
"What?" Dean and Sam asked.
"Mr. Bariphaba had just recently written me an urgent email, saying that he just figured out that it was important that one of the people stopping the ritual, had to have a RELATIONSHIP with the Divine source giving the message – he was saying if none of us was religious or spiritual, we'd better find someone who is."
"Whoa," Dean said. "That is like – whoa. So, I had to have a relationship with Castiel for that whole ritual to be broke?"
"Looks like it," Bobby said. "I for one am grateful you two hit it off or whatever. Geez. The way things happen and why. Give you a lot to think about."
Dean was smiling. Then he got a quizzical look on his face. "But what I don't get is why that psycho was trying to get me to look at the jars. Why me? Why didn't he go wake Adrienne up and get her to look? Don't get me wrong I am really glad he didn't."
"I'm looking up the meaning of 'Dean' online as we speak," Bobby said while typing.
"Dweller in the Valley," Bobby said after a moment.
"What does that have to do with darkness or evil?" Dean said. "Nothing! Wasn't Adrienne chosen because of her name?"
"Yeah, but that name could look like it meant 'in between'" Sam said. "Someone in a valley is in between mountains. And remember, it was a transition phase of the ritual."
"That's a good point," Bobby said.
"Yeah, but I'm not ambidextrous." Dean said. "So I still don't get it."
There was this very subtle, hushed wind in the room and suddenly Castiel was there with them, standing.
"You could have become ambidextrous," Castiel commented. "It happens with children, they have the potential for both and then teachers just assume the child is right handed and steer them in that direction."
Dean thought about looking down at his own hands, but it was impossible to let go of that sexy stare Castiel was giving him.
Castiel broke the gaze though momentarily to look at Bobby and Sam. "I need to speak to Dean alone."
Bobby didn't need any more hints – he remembered the last time Castiel showed up and had needed to talk to Dean alone, he suddenly woke up later on the floor.
"He's all yours," Bobby said. "Sam let's get out of here."
They both jumped up. "Take your time," Bobby said. "The room is ALL yours."
Dean was in awe that he suddenly had this alone time with Castiel, out of the blue. As soon as Bobby's truck pulled out of the parking lot, Dean grabbed Castiel in a bear hug.
"It's really good to see you," Dean said.
Castiel pulled away and looked into Dean's eyes. The love was so apparent he had to grip Castiel and hold him again."
"Let's sit down Dean," Castiel suggested.
They sat down on the foot of the bed. "So, is it true, what Bobby said, that we had to have a relationship, so that we could break the ritual? Cause, I've been wondering, if I got you in trouble or something, after what we did, and also, if we are going to have to just stop, since you are an angel and all…"
"Dean." Castiel said his name gently and ran his fingers down Dean's face. Dean caught the hand and held on to it, tight. Castiel smiled. "Yes, our relationship is not only allowed, it is willed, by the Lord. I would never have thought it possible, but these are trying times, and things are changing in many directions and layers of the Lord's universe that you are not aware of. And it was VERY necessary for the messenger to have a personal – not necessarily as personal as ours, put still a personal relationship with the human involved. Usually in the past, back in India, it meant a very devout person was also the 'hunter' as you and your brother call yourselves – who stopped the ritual."
"So even though you are an angel, you can be with me?" Dean said.
"Yes, and I can even experience it in a pseudo-human body. It is an illusion, but I experience the same sensations that a human would. It is very interesting. And pleasurable," Castiel said, raising an eyebrow at Dean.
"Um… and just how pleasurable?" Dean asked. His eyes glinted with want and desire.
"You are… a fantastic lover – not that I have much reference points, I have none other than you…and you are so incredibly – attractive – and lovable – it made my experience with you that much more incredible – I am rather dying for it to happen again – so to answer your question – very pleasurable." He chuckled.
Castiel looked straight into Dean's eyes and touched him briefly in the groin, sending waves of pleasure up Dean's spine.
"I would love the opportunity to grip you tight, again, Dean – but it will have to wait for now, there is still a war going on, and I have matters to attend to today. Can we part with a kiss?"
The kiss was soft and lingering. Dean didn't want it to end. And what a rush it gave him.
Castiel pulled away, and said, "I may not be available all the time, but please remember, you are always in my heart and mind. Always."
And with the softest whisper of a sound Castiel was gone.
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Thanks for reading and reviewing my fic! There is an epilogue chapter coming next so stay tuned. WARNING: The epilogue is rated M. It's Castiel's POV on chapter 8, the other M rated chapter. Sort of.
I would like to give credit to the book "Name Your Baby" by Lareina Rule for all the name definitions I came up with for this story.
And I hope Dean is right handed or I screwed up here : )
