Dean's absolute bliss lasted the entire way home, Castiel's hand wrapped in his. He smiled a little, glancing back towards Cas, whos eyes were trained out the window, wandering over the city. Dean could almost imagine the look of pure, almost child-like fascination on his face, and he smiled.

"Enjoying yourself?" He questioned. A warmth spread through the connection.

"I always enjoy myself when I'm with you." Castiel said, smiling. He turned back to Dean, his eyes shining with affection so pure and beautiful it rivaled a star.

"You're a huge sap." Dean mumbled, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. Cas chuckled, squeezing his hand. Dean squeezed back.

"Alright you two!" Charlie said, turning around in her seat. Her eyes showed that she would not be challenged. "I'm a pregnant woman who hasn't gotten any sleep in the last twelve hours and has work in the morning. You two can walk two blocks back to Dean's place; this is the good part of town."

"You and Rowena are just going to park the car anyways." Castiel said, raising his eyebrow. Even in the dark, Dean could see that Charlie was blushing.

"Just get out! My mission is my business." She teased. Dean held himself back from the groan he wanted to give, instead giving Cas a light shove out of the car. Castiel went well enough, scooting out and stretching his legs as his eyes scanned the buildings.

Dean climbed out after him, lacing their fingers back together immediately. Castiel smiled, shaking his head in wonder.

"Bye guys!" Charlie waved. Both of them waved their free hands back, smiling and happy.

As they walked, they lapsed into a comfortable silence. Castiel's eyes scanned around the corners, seeing large houses and alleyways and streetlights. He became quiet and reflective, a small, almost-frown appearing on his face.

"I think I'll miss the stars the most." He said, longingly. Dean squeezed his hand, nerves churning in his stomach as he thought of the implications of what Cas had just said.

"Having second thoughts?" He questioned, letting out a pained laugh. He didn't think it fooled Castiel.

"No. Never." Castiel said, passionately. He stopped walking, pulling at Dean's hand to make him turn. Dean did, and Castiel's hands cupped his face and looked deeply into his eyes under the light of the street. "You are my star. You shine, you make me feel warm, you make me feel home. I left everything I knew, but don't ever doubt for a second that I'll never regret staying with you."

"I..." Dean said, but he couldn't get out any other words. Castiel leaned forward and pressed their lips together, his body pressing up against Dean's in the semidarkness. The constant, irreplaceable semidarkness of the city.

Castiel looked down, almost bashfully. It was hard to believe that this man held the power to turn at a blink's notice into one of the most powerful hunters in the world, but Dean had memories that were all too vivid of said powerful hunter. He loved Castiel; he loved how animal he was, how little of him was human.

How his eyes glowed an ungodly blue, how he could probably break a man's neck with just one quick move, and yet he was so gentle with Dean.

Suddenly, Dean's mood was shifting. A little less from "girl in a lovesick fantasy" and a little more to "where the fuck are my keys, we're gonna be to the house soon, just a little while longer, oh god".

Castiel seemed to catch onto the mood, because his eyes darkened, and he let go of Dean entirely. Any place they were touching would only increase the torture, the constant stream of pure energy and want that was flowing through them only going to feed into their desires.

Dean's hands shook as he reached his apartment, waving a quick hello to the woman almost-asleep at the front desk as he walked to the crappy elevator and pulled Cas through. He felt a jolt of surprise from Castiel as the elevator started moving, and glanced over to see Cas's eyes wide and staring frantically between the ceiling and the floor.

"It's alright," Dean laughed, shaking his head. "It's an elevator. It-"

"Moves up and down." Castiel interrupted, looking pissy. "I know that, you've ridden in this before. I've picked up a few things from your mind. I... I wasn't prepared for this sense of vertigo that accompanies this "elevator"."

The words sounded foreign on his tongue, and Dean had to squish down laughter again. Of course, since their connection was wide open and Castiel could feel his amusement, it still had the same effect. Castiel glared at him, brows crinkling as he fought off a smile of his own.

They got to Dean's floor soon enough, and as soon as they were, Castiel had his revenge for the elevator.

Dean shook as he attempted to fit his keys into the lock, letting out a soft growl as he tried a second time. He felt a wave of impatience from Castiel before he found his shoulder suddenly pressed against the wall beside the door, a pair of warm and insistent lips on his neck, a pair of hands shoving up against the edge of his shirt, lightly grazing above his belt line...

"Cas," He gasped, raising his hands to run through Castiel's hair. Cas sucked and sucked, and Dean felt some of his spots come out and he thrust his lips sharply as Cas's tongue was run over one of those.

Castiel pulled away and Dean immediately used his hold on Cas's hair to bring their lips together sharply, noticing Cas's sharp intake of breath when he did so. Cas's arousal spiked and he moaned into Dean's mouth, slotting their hips together in search of friction.

"Cas," Dean panted, his forehead resting against his lover's, "We have to open the fucking door. We can't just do it in the hallway, man."

"Why not?" Castiel questioned, pressing a line of kisses against Dean's jaw. Dean let out a long, fucked-out moan before he gave a quiet curse. He shook his head, laughing a little.

"Because-" He started to say.

Suddenly, the door across from them flew open. Dean shoved Cas off, blushing madly as he looked into the eyes of an astounded and half-drunk Chuck Surley.

Chuck looked like he'd seen a ghost. More than that, he looked like a ghost was standing right in front of him, full-on spooky and ready to raise some hell. "Holy fuck."

"Sorry!" Dean said, blushing madly. Chuck didn't look any more relieved by this statement, but Dean didn't let himself pause to think about it. He wanted to get into the room and out of this embarrassing situation, preferably before he lost the major hard-on he had.

He turned, leaving Castiel and Chuck to make awkward eye contact as he finally shoved the damn key into the door and turned it, grabbing Castiel's hand and dragging him into the room before slamming the door behind them, leaving a dumbfounded and still confused Chuck standing in the doorway.

They made eye contact, and Dean felt laughter threaten to bubble up. Castiel even quirked a smile before grabbing Dean and pressing their lips together, a little softer than before, a little less demanding. Dean felt his knees go weak as Castiel got more heated, more eager, and he smelled Cas's slick even through the clothes.

Dean gave a groan, Cas's scent almost overwhelming him. He felt his knot ache, and he grabbed Cas's hair and pulled, producing the same spike of arousal as it had before. Dean paused, experimentally pulling just a little bit harder.

Cas's hips bucked, and he pulled against Dean's hand. His eyes were glazed over with a fiery lust that made Dean want to shiver, and he gave a small moan in anticipation for what was to come.

He put his lips back onto Castiel's, shoving his tongue in and battling with Cas for dominance. Castiel let him win, reluctantly relenting control to Dean. Dean could feel his power, feel and taste and sense the wild all through Castiel, and he knew he was being allowed to win. He loved it.

He thrust his hips, brushing up against Cas's. Cas let out a gasp into his mouth, his own hips thrusting in unison until they were both panting and squirming and moaning at the friction, clawing at each other's clothes and hair and only hanging on because the promise of what was to come was that much sweeter.

Dean forced himself to pull away and his cock gave a throb in protest at the loss of friction. He grabbed Castiel's arm and lead him back to the bedroom, hormones raging. Along the way, he stopped to help Castiel out of the black shirt, and allowed Castiel to do the same to his clothing.

Castiel leaned forward and delivered a solid nip to Dean's earlobe, which Dean rewarded with a hard suck to Cas's jaw. Cas let out a growl, and Dean found himself promptly against a wall again, squirming and moaning and thrusting his hips against Cas's.

He was just barely able to reach the bedroom door from where they stood, and he swung it open. The sound of the door knob hitting the wall seemed to break Cas from his frenzied state, and he detached his lips from Dean's neck long enough to drag him into the bedroom.

He paused, once they were inside, eyes scanning. It was a little bit messier than Dean would usually allow if someone were to be seeing it, but Castiel didn't seem to mind. In fact, a small feeling of warmth and content flowed through the bond. Castiel liked this place.

"You know," he teased, walking forward and turning around dramatically before falling down onto the bed, "This already feels like home."

Dean knew it was true, too. He could feel Castiel slowly making roots in the room, getting a feel for the energy. Castiel scooted further onto the bed, reaching down to slip his pants off as he did. He ended up kicking them off in the end, an annoyed glare shot at the floor where they sat once they were off. Dean let out a laugh, his heart swelling.

"You're not much one for clothes, huh?" He questioned. Castiel shook his head plainly.

"It's going to be an adjustment." He teased, scooting back further on the bed. Dean walked forward and grabbed his ankle, pulling Castiel back to the edge. Castiel made a small noise of surprise, but stayed perfectly still for Dean to manhandle. Dean leaned forward and pressed soft kisses along Cas's neck, guiding him to turn around.

Castiel rolled over, and Dean switched to leaving kisses on his shoulders. Dean felt Cas give a shudder underneath him when one of his hands fisted in Castiel's hair, giving a rough tug back. He was bent over the bed now, and if Dean looked down, he got an absolutely perfect view of Cas's ass.

His free hand traveled down, fingers trailing down Castiel's spine and to his hole. Castiel thrust his hips back, and Dean pulled his hair a little harder in warning. Oh, he would take his dear, sweet time with this one.

"Hurry up." Castiel said, squirming. Dean could feel how much he really loved this, the drawn out anticipation, allowing Dean to have control. "I'm not getting any youn-"

Cas cut off with a growl as Dean sunk two fingers in, splaying them wide to open him up. Dean thrust in and out, in and out, going back and forth between slow and fast. Castiel was clearly struggling to keep his hips still, soft noises escaping him every now and then, so Dean decided to up his game.

He brushed over Castiel's prostate, and Cas's legs gave a twitch. He could smell precum leaking from Castiel, and Dean gave a hearty moan at the scent. His neglected cock gave a twitch in his pants; he had yet to take them off. He mentally made a plan to do that.

He finally withdrew his fingers, his other hand still fisted in Cas's hair. Castiel stayed patiently still even through the momentary loss of contact, knowing what was to come. Dean felt anticipation coil through the connection, and he returned it.

God, that was hot. Knowing how bad Cas wanted this, how badly Cas wanted him. Dean, had he just a little less self control, may have came from just the thought of it. Cas's cock, all hard and swollen and aching.

Castiel was practically begging through their connection. Wordless, intense longing. Dean couldn't get enough of it.

He slowly thrust forward, the tip of his cock just ghosting over Castiel's entrance. Cas gave a shudder, and Dean pulled a little harder on his hair as he began to slowly sink into the warm, tight heat that Castiel offered.

It was heaven. Castiel could barely restrain himself from moving, Dean's hold in his hair driving him wild (Dean briefly chuckled at the thought) as he desperately attempted to control himself, panting and moaning and just barely shifting his hips so his cock rubbed against the soft blankets.

"You like this?" Dean breathed hotly in his ear. Castiel let out a moan in response, tugging against the hand in his hair in a clear plea for more. Dean slowly pulled out, thrusting back in and giving a groan as he bottomed out.

"My beautiful mate," He growled, affectionately. His hips moved just a little faster, and he let out small gasps as Castiel's muscles contracted around him. Castiel let out an almost-wail as Dean slammed directly into his prostate, shock and want coursing through his body in equal amounts.

Dean picked up the pace after that, just a little. His thrusts gained momentum, the sound of his hips smacking against Castiel's ass filling up the room with sound and scent until everything seemed to be swathed in a veil of sensation, the world narrowing down until it was just him and Cas, his hand fisted in Cas's hair and Cas pulling against it as if asking Dean to pull harder, Dean's thrusts getting faster, faster, faster.

The bed was creaking now, banging against the wall with Dean's thrusts. His hold on Cas's hair just kept getting tighter and tighter, and he wasn't quite sure how this wasn't painful for him, but Cas just kept acting like he fucking loved it. Nothing but adoration was pouring through the link.

Cas's hips had long ago began to move in time with Dean's thrusts, Cas hungry for Dean's cock. He rubbed up against the sheets and let out loud, dramatic moans and he just kept getting tighter and tighter around Dean's cock, to the point where Dean was sure the fucker must be doing it on purpose.

Dean left bites, hard, rough bites, on Cas's shoulder. Castiel practically howled with pleasure, his thighs trembling at this point. Dean finally let his free hand snake around to Cas's neglected cock, fondling it lovingly as Castiel turned to a mess of feral instinct and wild passion and want.

Castiel gave a growl, "Faster," and Dean complied. He could barely keep up now, he felt so damn right, so hot, so close. He pumped the fist wrapped around Castiel's dick faster, his hand practically a blur. He felt Cas's dick swell and his muscles contracted around Dean as he came, and Dean just kept milking him through it the best that he could.

Dean felt his climax hit him moments later, the rush of pleasure washing over him both unexpected and welcome. He felt his knot swell up inside of Cas, pressing up against his prostate and Causing Castiel to come again, letting out a shout as he did.

Dean released Cas's hair then, and Castiel slowly relaxing into the post-sex bliss. Dean pressed small, loving kisses everywhere he'd bitten, trying to ignore his knot. A second orgasm washed over him, and he gave a weak groan against Cas's shoulder.

"I have really got to learn to control this whole "knot" thing." He said. Castiel gave a chuckle.

"That won't come for a couple more years. And besides," he said, twisting to look at Dean over his shoulder, "I quite like it."

Dean gave a couple of small shifts for emphasis, smiling wolfishly. Castiel practically purred as he began to harden again, a third orgasm coming around.

"Want to try and work our way up and underneath the covers?" Dean offered, feeling exhaustion seep into him. He was more than glad that he'd gotten the opportunity to do this with Cas again, but he didn't know how he was still standing. It was three o'clock in the morning.

Well, at least tomorrow was a Saturday. He had a day off, and he had a feeling he and Cas would be spending most of it together.

Not in a pervy way. Just enjoying one another's company, possibly Dean starting to teach Cas about the outside world. After all, he'd just gotten out of one cage, and Dean wasn't going to let his apartment become a second one.

No, he had big plans for Cas. He was going to take him to see the statue of liberty, to the cities' museums, to all different landmarks and sights and places. He was going to teach him about board games and shitty coffee and-Oh, god, Dean just realized that Castiel had probably never tasted human food before.

He smiled to himself. This was going to be fun. He was excited for him and Cas to start their lives together.

Together, they slowly and awkwardly moved up the bed. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel, nuzzling into his mate. He couldn't stop grinning like an idiot, even when they couldn't maneuver the covers over their bodies. He was truly and honestly happy.

Castiel burrowed against him, and Dean smiled.


In the morning, Dean was up early.

He spent a little bit of time just staring at his mate, taking in the beauty of waking up beside someone, and someone he loved. Castiel shifted and mumbled a bit in his sleep, and Dean couldn't stop the dopey smile from taking over his face.

He couldn't stay like that forever, though. Besides, he wanted to get up early and make Cas some shitty coffee, to celebrate their first day together in the real world. Without the haze of heat or the pressure of constant sexual gratification, Dean wanted to know Cas a little better.

Of course, that's not to say he didn't already know him pretty well. After all, they did literally halfway share a mind.

He padded across the floor, stretching. He didn't bother to put on any clothes as he walked into the kitchen, dopey and happy.

He turned on the news while he worked, just to have the noise in the background.

Of course, he was a little more interested when he heard what the blonde woman on the screen had to say.

"Last night, cameras captured three individuals entering the zoo clad in black. Half an hour later, four individuals exited. Sources say that the new snow leopard was missing from its confines. Despite the zoo cameras having no footage of the criminals, it's suspected that this is their work."

Castiel padded out behind Dean, blue eyes lighting up as he smelled coffee. Dean couldn't help but smile when he saw him. God, his mouth was already sore from all this grinning like an idiot.

"There are multiple theories already on how a fourth person managed to stay in, or break into, the zoo past closing. Some are even saying that he may have let the leopard out a back entrance while his partners provided distraction and backup to the crime."

Hands, large and warm, wrapped around Dean's midsection. Castiel's chin rested on his shoulder, and he turned back towards his mate.

"Whether this is the work of the local PETA branch or something a little less friendly, all we can do is hope that, wherever he is, the leopard is safe and happy."


The end! For now, anyways. Sequel coming soon. You can follow me on tumblr MysticMoonhigh for updates!