"This isn't working, guys," Garth flailed his arms around at the mess of books and bits of paper, "I thought you said you had a library. This is just a bunch of books that you pull out of nowhere and put back into more nowhere."
"We do have a library," Sam said indignantly, "but there's also a lot of books just sat around from who knows where. In case you've not noticed we've been a bit busy trying to not die to organise them."
Garth huffed and dropped his arms to his sides, "you could have asked for help, guys." Sam and Dean squirmed uncomfortably as Charlie nodded and Cas narrowed his eyes, "right, we should have STARTED in the library, so, I'm sure there's an index about, right?"
Sam stood up carefully, looked almost confused for a moment before shaking his head and moved to the filing cabinets along the side of the room, he opened the top drawer and rifled about till he pulled out a card of books starting with 'A'. He scanned down it then pulled the three behind it out too and handed them to Garth who grinned and read down the list carefully.
"Good, how's about we concentrate on getting you fixed first, Sam? We've lost too many of us, we need to keep the ones we've got left." Garth banished Sam to the table while he went through the rest of the index cabinets and wrote down a lot of book titles. "Okay, we start with ten, then put those back and get ten more, once we've gone through them all we should be closer to finding something than we are right now."
Garth shoved a list of five books at Dean, and another five at Charlie, ushering them both towards the door as Castiel scribbled bits of Enochian on pieces of paper and Kevin poured over the tablet notes. Garth took his place back by the filing cabinets and called out titles of books to Sam so he could write more lists for what they might need next.
They made a pretty good team between the six of them to be honest.
"So, you heard from Glinda at all?"
"A little, she comes back to visit every now and then, when she's not busy in court." Charlie grinned as she slid another book out of the shelf and dropped it into Dean's waiting arms.
Between the two of them they'd managed to find six of the ten books Garth had sent them hunting for, after spending a while debating on how the books would be organised on the way to the library and discovering it was by author rather than title. Which Charlie said Dean should have known, and Dean countered with "books are Sammy's thing," which earned him an eye roll and a punch to the arm.
Charlie climbed back down the ladder and scanned the shelves as she went, looking for the next author to find the seventh book as she told Dean about her dates with Glinda and about how adorably naive she was to most things geek. Which Charlie was doing her best to rectify, starting with Star Trek and Doctor Who. And of course Harry Potter.
"She's a bit like Cas then?" Dean grinned as Charlie turned a soft smile to him, "I need to get that guy's film education up man."
Charlie sighed and chewed her lip, "y'know, Dean, you can admit it. Even if it's just to yourself, come on, you're a big strong hunter, you can do it." Dean blushed slightly and turned away rubbing the back of his head, mumbling something, "what was that? Didn't quite catch it."
"You know better than anyone that I have to be careful with stuff like that. People I like don't tend to stick around too long." Charlie made a sympathetic noise and squeezed Dean's forearm as she handed him another book, "I mean, Cas gets away with so much stuff BECAUSE he's Cas, the amount of people who I'd keep in my life after pulling the tricks he's pulled is very limited. And so far only tested by Sam. He realised that too, I asked him something like 'why should I give Ca another chance' and he said 'because he's Cas'. I never thought much about it but, it's true. Because Cas is Cas he gets the benefit of the doubt every time."
Dean went quiet for a few minutes as he arranged the books in the box, "but he doesn't like me that way anyway. He's just used to being around us all now."
"What?!" Charlie nearly shrieked, "why would you even think that?!"
"He's just mimicking, Charlie! He's never had to really feel stuff before and I think he's just copying what he sees with other people. He's like a kid, lets be honest. He's learning all this emotion stuff but he has no clue what he really feels."
"He. Is. Not. Just. Learning!" Charlie shook her head and hit Dean on the arm a few times with a book, punctuating each word, "he's had millennia to learn how emotions work and sure he's never experienced them before but he knows what they are and how to identify them! Jesus, Dean, why are you so determined to not accept that you two are perfect?"
"I've got too much going on with Sammy, and with nothing else going right why should I risk this too?" Dean shouted.
"Because you have to stop pushing away the people who love you just because it scares you that they feel that way towards you!" Charlie sighed and watched Dean sag, "have you ever thought that this whole 'pretending not to care' thing is actually working against you not actually caring?" Dean glanced up in confusion, "it's making you care more, you moron."
Charlie shoved the book she'd assaulted him with into his arms and walked away to find the last two, leaving Dean on his own to think about what she'd said.
The six of them always enjoyed dinner together at the end of the day. They purposefully didn't talk about what they'd been doing or about the situation of outside, which either Dean or Garth reported on whenever they went to get food, so they weren't ignoring it; just pretending it didn't matter for a while.
Dean always cooked huge meal for the group, even including Kevin by always getting something tofu that matched whatever he was making for everyone else. Sometimes he even tried a bit. Just to make sure it was cooked. He couldn't give the kid uncooked food could he?
Charlie threw herself into the seat next to Cas as Dean was cooking. The group was tired but feeling more useful now they'd started getting some proper research done, and so Cas had brought note pads and different coloured pens (he'd developed a slight fascination, which Dean didn't encourage by buying him multi-packs that also had sparkly ones in. Nope. Not Dean.) with him to keep Dean company as he bounced around the kitchen singing to his records. Currently AC/DC.
Castiel had had a soft smile on his face and was watching Dean out of the corner of his eye before Charlie flopped down next to him. The angel jumped and glanced at her as she gave him an award winning smile and nodded her head to Dean's (purposefully) off-key singing. Cas smiled back and moved some of his papers out of the way for her to lean on the table, Charlie just waved him away then spread them out again and looked through them.
She started asking questions and pointing to various symbols, Castiel's face seemed to light up as he started babbling about the grammar rules of Enochian and how certain words were missing in it so he had to substitute and change entire sentences around while still trying to keep their meaning. Charlie stared at the words in front of her, fascinated by the things Cas was saying.
Dean leant against the counter watching them, both heads too engrossed in the conversation to realise he'd stopped singing and dancing around since all he had to do now was wait for everything to actually cook. Things would need an occasional stir but it wouldn't kill them to be left alone for a bit.
Castiel glanced up at Dean as Charlie was trying to pronounce some of the words he'd shown her and his smile looked like it was going to crack his face in half. Dean returned it with as much pride as he could and winked at Cas, who blushed and ducked his head.
Dean's smile softened and he turned to poke at the things in the pans behind him as he thought about what Charlie had said in the library. What if she was right? Dean didn't know if he dared to risk everything but he wanted to. It wasn't often enough that he got what he wanted.
Charlie triumphantly squealed as she pronounced a full sentence right and Dean laughed, turning to see her waving her hands in the air and dancing in her seat in happiness, Castiel was laughing too and didn't stop even when Charlie threw her arms around his neck and squealed a 'thank you', instead he returned the hug and informed Charlie that she was welcome to learn Enochian any time.
"Hear that? I'm gonna kidnap your angel for language lessons!" Charlie shot at Dean with a sly grin and waggled her fingers at him.
"You'll do better than me," Dean winked, "I can barely get my head around languages from this planet."
"I'm clearly more awesome than you!"
Castiel smiled at their gentle teasing, glad that Dean finally seemed to have the kind of family he'd always needed. It might not be blood related, but he remembered the main thing Bobby used to say, "family don't end with blood, boy" and remembered when Bobby had said that Cas was as much a part of his family as Sam or Dean.
He glanced at Dean who was looking at him curiously, Cas shrugged as Charlie started trying to identify words on her own, all three of them jumping when one of Dean's timers went off.
Sam shuffled into the room and sat down on the other side of Charlie as she and Castiel started to clear away his papers and Dean drained the potatoes before leaving them to stand a minute with butter on before mashing them. Charlie jumped up to help him dish everything out as Garth and Kevin wandered into the kitchen and dining room mumbling about being starving and food smelling nice.
"You bet your ass it smells nice!" Dean grinned as he carved up and dished Kevin's tofu joint before starting on the meat, "I've been slaving away over this stove, you'd better all appreciate it!" Sam barked out a laugh as Garth saluted and Kevin grinned.
Garth helped put dishes on the table for people to help themselves to and sat down in between Sam and Kevin, leaving the spare chair next to Cas for Dean. When he sat down Garth suggested they said grace, to which Dean, Sam and Charlie all shouted 'GRACE!' then started piling bits of food on their plates. Garth and Castiel sighed as Kevin laughed and joined in with filling his plate.
They ate with jokes and gentle teasing, the noise level a comfortable chatter as they passed more food between each other and mopped up bits of sauce on their plates with the remaining solid bits.
Dean leant back in his chair and flashed a smile around the room, "so who's doing the washing?" the table groaned in mock annoyance and Castiel smiled.
"I will, I did nothing for the preparation so it is only fair," Kevin agreed that it was fair he help too, then asked what Crowley had eaten.
"I'm gonna make him a sandwich in a bit," Dean shrugged, "I'm not even sure if he needs to eat or not. He never seems to be all that hungry."
"Why not take him some of this," Cas said waving a hand at some of the leftovers, causing the table to look at him curiously "it will stop it going to waste," he blushed slightly.
"You're too kind for your own good, angel," Dean shook his head as Castiel's blush deepened and he stood up to start collecting the plates.
Sam coughed pointedly and shared a look with Charlie, which only Dean saw as Garth and Kevin were busy helping Cas collect plates and scrape bits of leftovers onto a spare one. Dean blinked at Charlie and Sam who both schooled their expressions into innocently neutral ones which worried Dean more than their conspiring grins.
Dean took the plate of leftovers down to Crowley, who poked at it slightly and only ate abut half of it before declaring himself to 'not really be all that hungry'. Dean shrugged and took the half-full plate and glass back up to the kitchen, depositing the food into a bag and passing the plate and glass to Cas to wash off.
Kevin was in the process of drying and Garth was helping him put things away so Dean wandered into the main room where Charlie was chatting to Sam. The two of them went oddly quiet as Dean approached and both just smiled at him.
"Whatever you two are plotting, stop, you're making me nervous." Dean folded his arms and scowled as both Charlie and Sam adopted almost matching looks of hurt pride at Dean not trusting them, Charlie even went as far as to clutch at her chest and pout.
Dean sighed and shook his head as he sat down at the table, pulling a book towards him and glancing up to see Charlie and Sam grinning at each other again. He really was nervous about them plotting.
After they'd all retreated to their rooms Dean lay on his bed with music playing softly. A barely there whisper of melody as he lay with his eyes closed and drifted on the edge of sleep thinking about the things Charlie had said. And the things Sam had said too. As well as the things he'd seen for himself when he'd been watching Cas.
Okay that sounded creepier than he meant it to be, but Cas did the same to him. Dean knew this because there were a few times that Dean had felt someone watching him and when he'd glanced up he saw Castiel looking away quickly. So it wasn't like Dean was imagining things. He knew Cas stared but it seemed like Cas was only staring at Dean.
Dean huffed out a breath through his nose and tapped his foot in time with his music, smiling softly as 'Hey Jude' floated from the player and reminded him of his mom. He turned onto his side so he could look at the picture of her sat on his drawers, her smiling face never ageing as she accompanied Dean through everything.
The smile on his face turned sad as he hummed along to the song quietly, not wanting to disturb Cas on the other side of the wall. Charlie and Garth had picked rooms at the other end of the corridor in between Sam and Kevin's rooms, and Charlie was already talking about redecorating hers with as many posters as she could find. Dean had agreed to take her poster shopping when they got chance.
Dean was a push-over for those he cared about really.
A slight whimpering came from the wall behind him and Dean frowned, rolling onto his back again and turning his head to look at it, as if it would help him hear, Cas could be having a nightmare again.
Quietly Dean sat up, not taking his eyes off the wall, and reached over to shut off his record player, there was the whimper again. Dean slipped his feet into his slippers and tugged on his dressing gown, padding almost silently next door and opening Cas' door with only a slight hesitation.
He glanced around the door frame and saw Cas frowning and gripping his spare pillow tightly, occasionally his leg would jerk or one arm fly out from his body before curling into an even tighter ball than before with another whimper.
Dean had turned the heating up in Cas's room so Cas wasn't in his dressing gown, but even with the extra heat it wasn't warm enough for the thin sheen of sweat across Castiel's forehead.
Closing the door behind him Dean moved to stand next to Cas' bed, he reached over and gently ran one hand through his hair and the other up and down his bare arm to soothe him. He noticed that Cas was wearing one of Dean's old AC/DC shirts to sleep in and smiled.
"Dean," Castiel breathed in his sleep, the tight ball he'd curled into relaxing as Dean stroked his arm and combed through his hair.
"Shh, I'm here," Dean mumbled as he sat down on the edge of Cas' bed and continued to card his hand through Cas' hair, the other one now going over Cas' body and bracing Dean up against the bed so he didn't fall.
Castiel sighed and his face slowly relaxed into a soft smile, Dean's face followed suit as he watched Cas simultaneously snuggle into his spare pillow and push his head into Dean's hand.
Dean hummed quietly as Cas settled properly, the tension leaving his body as Dean continued to stroke through his hair and massage his head gently. "S'good," Cas mumbled and Dean's hand stilled for a few seconds before he continued.
"Hey, didn't mean to wake you up."
"S'okay, nightmare," Cas tapped his forehead with a finger while stifling a yawn with the pillow.
"Yeah, I guessed," Dean smiled softly as Castiel woke up a bit more, but didn't stop stroking his hair.
"I didn't wake everyone again, did I?"
"Nah, I was just awake and heard you whimpering," Dean's smile grew as Cas blushed slightly and he mumbled an apology into his arm as he tried to hide his pink cheeks, "its fine man, it's not like I was already asleep."
Cas lifted his head and tried to glare at Dean but instead he smiled, groaning a little as he stretched out on his side after being curled in a tense ball. Dean moved his hand from Cas' head and moved further away with a blush while Cas stretched and moved to lean against his headboard.
The two of them sat quietly for few moments while Castiel blinked the last of the sleep away from his eyes and Dean watched him carefully.
"What were they about?" Cas tensed slightly, "hey, not judging, just curious. But if you don't wanna say tha-"
"The same as usual, my brothers and sisters falling. Metatron stealing my grace, Sam dying because of the trials, you dying because I was an idiot." Cas refused to look at Dean, instead resolutely staring at the covers between his knees as he drew them up to his chest and hugged them slightly, "I'm a soldier, Dean, I've lost hundreds of my brothers and sisters in war yet this... This is more than I can bear. This is all my fault."
"Castiel, I will get 'this is not your fault' tattooed on my forehead backwards if I need to to make you realise that it's not your fault." Dean moved closer slightly, "you didn't know what was really happening, you couldn't have known."
Cas made a soft sound of acknowledgement and dropped his head slightly more, Dean reached out and squeezed his forearm, stroking across it with his thumb for a few minutes while they sat in silence. "I, uh, I need to talk to you about something," Dean started, Cas lifted his head and looked Dean in the eye, his head tilting into the confused and curious position the angel always seemed to wear when he didn't know what was happening.
Dean took a deep breath and looked away, "it's nothing bad, just... I don't even know man. I just wanna know how you're feeling."
"Right now, or in general?" Cas asked Dean snorted out a laugh and mock-glared at him, noticing that the edges of Cas' mouth had turned up slightly which caused Dean's stomach to flip, "because right now I feel... Confused. But safe. In general... Just the confused part, maybe a little scared, and angry, and betrayed. But right now, mostly safe."
"Good, that's... Good."
Dean nodded and looked away again, the silence stretched for a few more moments before, "why? How do you feel, Dean?"
Dean sighed through his nose and glanced back to Cas, he'd moved so he was sat cross legged instead of with his knees curled to his chest and he'd laid his arms on his lap even though Dean still had a hand resting on one of them, he was looking at Dean with open curiosity again.
Dean grinned, "right now? Or in general?" his eyes seemed to sparkle at the snort of laughter that brought from Castiel as the angel hit him with a pillow, "well... I'm confused too. Angry, bitter, useless, betrayed, all of the above." Cas moved his hand over Dean's and squeezed, "mostly confused. I mean, Charlie and Sam seem to have this idea that you're... Feeling something towards me, and I just don't know if that's them wanting it to be true, you feeling it or... Or me wanting it to be true."
Dean mumbled the last sentence while avoiding Castiel's eyes and Cas had to lean forwards to catch it, his eyes widening as he realised what Dean meant. Dean expected Castiel to snatch his arms away and tell him to leave, instead Cas squeezed his hand again and scooted closer to Dean.
"Does that bother you?" Dean glanced up to see Cas staring seriously at him, with a hint of fear in the honest gaze, "because if it bothers you then I can le-"
"Don't you ever threaten that. Don't you dare." Dean spun his body to face Castiel directly, glaring at the blue eyed man with passion, so much so that Castiel shrank back slightly and nodded, "I don't ever want you to leave, okay? That's part of the problem. I want you around, Cas, and I don't want to have to be worrying about you. But worrying about you comes almost as easy as worrying about Sammy, just... In different ways."
Castiel blinked at Dean and opened his mouth as if to say something but no words came out, Dean huffed out a laugh, "Cas, I... I just cant take you disappearing on me. I need you to stick around 'cos I don't know what I'll do if you don't. If you get stuck somewhere I can't get to you, that'll kill me."
"I'm not going anywhere, Dean, I promise."
Dean shook his head, "don't make promises you can't keep, Cas. Everyone who says that always leaves." Cas' face dropped and his eyes seemed to shine with apologies, before he could start spouting them Dean put his arm around Cas' shoulders and pulled him into a one armed hug, "don't take it personally, man."
"How can I prove to you that I'm not gonna leave?"
"There's a catch twenty-two if I ever heard one," Dean said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"I mean it, Dean," Cas pulled back and glared at him as Dean's arm dropped back to his side, "I want you to be able to trust me to not leave, I know I always get dragged away and I'm sorry, there's nothing I would rather do than stay by your side."
Dean clenched his hand into a fist then scrubbed it over his face as if he didn't know what to do with it now it wasn't touching Castiel, "it's not that I don't trust you, man, it's like you said, every time you get to come back something pulls you away again. It's everyone else that I don't trust."
"Well I just won't let them take me away." Dean scoffed and Cas gripped his shoulders, "I mean it, Dean! I can tether myself to something, like I tethered myself to your soul to get through what Naomi made me do, and to stop me from killing you in the crypt, I can do that."
"Tether yourself to what, though? You can't see my soul any more."
Cas seemed to deflate and let his hands fall back into his lap, "I don't know."
Dean stared at him for a moment before standing up and walking out of his room. Castiel blinked and watched the door, Dean hadn't shut it, was he coming back? Why couldn't Cas actually say something that would be useful for a change.
Cas scrubbed his hands over his face and left them there, resting his elbows on his knees and sighing. He heard a drawer in Dean's room close and debated getting up to close the door, but didn't want to move or look at the space that Dean had just disappeared from.
A few moments later he heard a shuffling and his door close, Cas moved his hands and glanced towards the door, his mouth open slightly as Dean was stood there playing with what seemed to be a bit of black leather cord in one hand.
Dean walked slowly towards the bed and Cas could see he was playing with something else in his other hand, but Cas couldn't see what it was. Dean came to a stop in front of him and looked at the thing in his hands that was presumably attached onto the cord. He set his jaw and carefully dropped the cord over Castiel's head and settled it around his neck before letting go of the thing in his hand.
Cas glanced away from staring at Dean's face when he felt the something hit his chest, he caught a glimpse of silver before he carefully moved the thing with shaking hands, seeing it was Deans silver ring. Dean had put his silver ring on some cord and put it around his neck.
"Y'know, for a tether," Dean blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. Castiel's head snapped up as he gripped the ring in one hand and stared at Dean, the blush on Dean's face deepened, "if, y'know that'll wo-" Cas surged up and kissed Dean again.
"It will work perfectly," Dean had frozen in place as Cas kissed him, Castiel started to stammer out an apology and made to take the ring off to give it back, Dean's hands stilled the movement and tucked the ring under Cas' (Dean's) shirt.
Dean kissed him.
Cas froze and his eyes widened as Dean's hands found his face, Cas sighed and let his eyes drift closed as Dean licked at his bottom lip, using the sigh to gently trace his tongue against the tip of Castiel's and roll further into Cas' mouth as he met the movement with his own gentle stroke.
Castiel moved one hand to Dean's shoulder and gripped the dressing gown tightly, his other hand moving to the back of Dean's head as the two of them deepened the kiss, sliding their tongues together and sighing into each other's mouths as if they'd been waiting their entire lives for that moment.
Which they kinda had.
Dean pushed into the kiss slightly, and Castiel let him move them both backwards so Dean was laying on top of Cas, the taller man bracing himself on his elbows as Cas stretched out underneath him, the only pauses in their kissing the ones to take a couple of deep breaths before their lips sealed together again.
Despite the warmth of the room Castiel had goosebumps, and every time his and Dean's tongue brushed he shivered. Dean bit his bottom lip lightly and Cas groaned into his mouth, Dean repeating the noise as Castiel pulled him closer and sucked on his tongue.
Dean moved his mouth from Cas', causing Cas to let out a whimper that turned to a moan as Dean started kissing and suckling on Cas' neck, tracing a path with his tongue to Cas' collarbones.
Cas' hands found their way under Dean's dressing gown, and snuck under the hem of his shirt to lay flat against Dean's back, the heat radiating from the other man almost scorching his skin.
Dean sat up on his knees and shoved his dressing gown off before laying down on top of Cas again, running one hand up Castiel's side and cupping his face with the other. Dean's hands sent a new wave of goosebumps up Cas' skin as he traced the muscles on his side, starting from the jut of his hip to over his shoulder as Dean lightly danced his fingers over his chest under his shirt.
Cas arched his back involuntarily into Dean's touch and the hunter laughed softly, "didn't think you were that sensitive, Cas."
"Shut up," Castiel growled, pulling Dean back to his mouth and kissing him more intensely, Cas dragged his nails slowly down Dean''s back and caused him to moan into Cas' mouth, chasing the noise like it gave him life Cas did the movement again with more pressure, this time arching his hips up to meet Dean's and brush against the growing erection in his pyjama pants.
Dean swore quietly and ground his hips into Castiel's slightly, causing the man underneath him to tip his head back and groan louder, exposing his neck which Dean once again kissed and nibbled on while still grinding into his erection.
"Don't start what you can't finish, angel," Dean growled as he reached Cas' ear.
"Bite me," Cas breathed, so Dean did. He bit gently on the earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and trailing a series of bites down Cas' neck and onto the exposed bit of his shoulder Dean could reach when he moved the collar of the shirt.
Cas tugged at the shirt Dean was wearing, Dean sat up and pulled it off over his head and watched Cas' eyes grow larger and his pupils expand more. Cas reached out slowly and ran his hands up Dean's chest as far as he could reach, leaning off the bed slightly so he could reach further.
Dean leaned down slowly so Castiel could finish his trail up to his shoulders, he moved his hands under the shirt covering Cas' chest and gently pulled it up and off Cas's head, keeping his arms inside it and above his head for a few seconds to kiss him gently.
"Is this okay?" Dean asked as Cas laughed.
"Very," Cas tugged his arms out of the shirt and pulled Dean's chest flush with his, both men groaning as their skin came into contact and their body heat mingled together.
Wandering hands and kisses became almost desperate, but still gentle. The two men trying to learn the feel of the other as much as they could; to see which muscles caused a gasp; which touches caused a sigh, cataloguing each noise and place that caused the noise in a secret space for only each other.
Dean pushed his hips into Castiel's again and the two of them gasped, their erections brushing against each other behind the fabric of their pants and causing friction across the sensitive muscles.
"Cas," Dean gasped, "I get if you don't-"
"I do, Dean, I really do," Cas' voice had gone even more gravelly than usual, he ground himself up against Dean more firmly and Dean growled as he nipped at Cas' lip again, reaching down to palm Cas through his pyjamas.
"Are you sure, because I want this, Cas, I really want this. But not if you don't."
"Dean," Castiel moaned as he pushed himself into Dean's hand and rutted against it. Dean's breath hitched as he watched Cas buck his hips and arch his back to keep contact with Dean's hand.
Dean moved his hand under the fabric of Cas' pants and Cas groaned as Dean fisted his cock, drawing his hand up the length slowly and watching as Cas' eyes rolled and his mouth lolled open in a silent moan. Cas dug his fingernails into Dean's shoulder with one hand and with the other he gripped the sheet underneath him as Dean repeated the movement even more slowly, barely moving over the sensitive skin as he gently tightened and relaxed his grip.
Cas used the hand on Dean's shoulder to pull him into a kiss and moaned into Dean's mouth, Dean's hips bucked and Cas smirked, moving his head to beside Dean's ear and moaned again into the sensitive skin below it as he sucked gently on Dean's neck. Dean let out his own moan which he muffled with Cas' neck and pulled Cas' pants down slightly, sighing as Cas did the same to him and he could finally align their erections.
The two of them took a moment to catch their breath as their cocks touched, the hot skin smoothly fitting together in Dean's palm as they both moaned into each other's mouths again.
Cas moved his hips slightly and Dean gasped, beginning to stroke the two of them and rock his hips in time with the movement. Castiel soon picked up on the rhythm and added his hand to Dean's to enclose their cocks, interlacing the fingers as the two of them stroked and rocked together to gasps and moans when Dean squeezed and Cas's hand stuttered slightly.
Dean encouraged Cas to move quicker, keeping the pace even but intense as he bit and sucked at Cas' collarbone near his shoulder, Cas moaned into Dean's shoulder and bit down lightly, causing Dean's hips to stutter out of synch and Dean to speed up the motions with his hand again.
"Dean... I..." Cas moaned into Dean's skin.
"Shh, it's okay angel, I've got you, come on, come for me baby," Cas groaned as Dean moved faster against him and the pressure in Cas' abdomen increased, with a soft cry Cas arched his back and came between their bodies, Dean watching his every movement and feeling the warmth overwhelm him too.
Cas squeezed his hand tighter and bit down on Deans neck at the junction to his shoulder, and Dean bit his lip, groaned and came himself, propping himself up with the arm not being used to stroke the last bits of pleasure out of him and Cas and dropping his forehead to Cas', their noses brushing together as they caught their breath.
Dean placed his lips over Castiel's and kissed him slowly with barely any pressure but a million tonne weight of meaning. Cas returned the kiss with a sigh and moved his hand from Dean's back to behind his head, cupping it gently and stroking his thumb up and down Dean's neck.
"Stay?"
"For you, Cas, always," Dean grinned and retrieved a shirt from the floor, he carefully wiped the mess off the two of them then pulled his pants up properly again and moved under the covers with Cas who'd done the same, the latter curling into Dean's chest and sighing happily.
Shadows danced on the wall behind them from the trees outside moving in the wind, and soon the two of them were alseep, twisted around each other and breathing in each other's sighs of content.
