I'm really sorry I didn't update last week! I dislocated my right shoulder because I stupidly decided to go roller skating (which I haven't done since I was a kid, plus I have terrible balance), and since I'm right-handed, it's been hard to write. I'm doing better now, and I really wanted to finish this story, so here it is. Enjoy!

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Chapter 14: Making Destiel a Reality

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Dean didn't see Cas when he got up the next morning during breakfast, which was probably good because he'd had some very tempting dreams and was dying for another kiss. Sam was around again, so that would've been kind of awkward.

There was something else too, that made him pause. He couldn't help but wonder how exactly this situation was supposed to work. Sure, he wasn't usually interested in the future of a relationship, but this was different. This was Cas. And Cas would be around for a long time.

Dean frowned.

That was kind of the problem. Cas would be around for a long time. What if Dean got old and Cas just stayed the same forever? They'd worked a case with a guy that didn't age, and his wife, who eventually had to act like his mother. Dean couldn't stand doing that with Cas. It just wasn't right. As cheesy as it sounds, he wanted to grow old with Cas.

And yeah, obviously he was getting way ahead of himself. So maybe he should just forget it. For now, anyway.

"You seem unusually cheerful today," Sam remarked as he was washing dishes in the sink. They had thought about getting a dishwasher, but since it was just the two of them (plus Cas, but he didn't eat), washing them by hand was easier.

Dean tried to keep his face impassive.

"Well, I finally got a decent night of sleep. Maybe that's it."

"Maybe." Sam said. He frowned, "So, how long have you been sleeping badly? Since you were cured?"

"Um… basically, yeah."

"Do you think… is it the Mark?" Sam asked worriedly.

"No. It's really not that big a deal. Just the cheap bed, probably," Dean lied. He'd been sleeping just fine, actually, except for the constant dreams about he and Cas. So it definitely wasn't the Mark.

Sam leaned back on the counter. "Then… is there something you're not telling me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know the Mark has to have some effect on you. So what is it?"

Dean paused. "Well… it's kind of weird. I feel okay, mostly. I get angry a lot easier. And when we hunt… I want to kill. Not random people or anything, but I do sort of look forward to ganking whatever monster we're facing. It's not just because I want to save lives or some shit like that. I just… I think I need to kill. I need to hunt. It keeps me sane."

Sam nodded slowly. "That makes sense. But are you sure it's something you can manage?" He paused a moment, then decided, "Well, I guess we can't really be sure of anything. But you will tell me if it gets bad, right?"

Dean saluted mockingly. "Scout's honor."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Hey, I'm gonna go see what Cas is up to. We still have a lot to record. You in?"

Dean nodded perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. "Sure."

He went with Sam to the library, where Cas was sitting down with a thick book.

"Hey, Cas," Dean greeted casually.

The angel's eyes snapped up to meet Dean's eyes. They darted over, noting Sam's presence, and settled back on Dean.

"Hello, Dean."

"What are you reading?" Sam asked.

"It's a book on symbols. I was looking to see if it might ave the Mark in it, but I haven't found anything so far. Though, I did realize it might be advantageous to write down some angel warding symbols. We haven't done that yet."

"Oh yeah. Definitely," Sam said with a grin.

"Do you think you could write a Enochian-English translation book?" Dean asked curiously. "It would probably help to have something like that around in the future."

Cas considered. "I suppose. Enochian is a complex language, but I could try."

"Cool."

Sam got a notebook and handed it to Cas for his work. Then he grabbed a folder and some paper to write angel sigils on. Dean grabbed one and they assigned who would draw each sigil. They drew them carefully and as accurately as possible.

Dean kept stealing glances at Cas, who appeared to be doing the same. Every time, Dean would smirk a little, enticed by the angel's gaze. It wasn't something he was used to. Or, rather, he wasn't used to the obvious longing in it. Possibly even a little lust to. It was really turning him on, and he had to start relying on his old methods to keep from spouting a boner in the middle of the library.

Dean made lunch, as he doubted he'd be able to control himself if he were alone with Cas.

Several more hours of work followed, and by dinner, Sam and Dean had finished drawing all the sigils they knew. Sam tucked them neatly into a folder while Dean scurried off to grill some hot dogs. After the hot dogs were eaten, Sam decided to go back to look in the archives, and Dean said he'd be going to bed.

Total lie.

When he said it, he glanced subtly over at Cas, hoping the angel got the message.

"I thought you slept really good last night. It's only, what, 7pm?"

Dean shrugged. "I want to get up early tomorrow and take Baby for a drive."

"You and that car," Sam said with a laugh. He headed down to the archives and Dean walked over to his room, leaving the door cracked. He stood and stared at his bare wall, wondering if he should hang something in there, or maybe paint.

Then a hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, shoving him up against the door.

Dean smirked. "Hey, Cas."

"Hell, Dean," Cas said gruffly.

There was a moment of silence, where both men just stared at each other, silently making sure this would be okay, and then their lips crashed together in a wave of passion that had built up during the day, and in the months before.

Dean felt Cas's hands grab his hips, and he moved his hands to Cas's head, threading through that messy dark hair. He nipped at Cas's lip, who opened his mouth in surprise and then groaned when Dean's tongue found it's way inside. Dean took advantage of the moment and pushed Cas back, not to separate them, but to relocate them.

Cas stepped backward and fell onto the bed, Dean on top of him. Their mouths separated and Dean laughed at the wide-eyed expression on Cas's face. The angel moved up the bed slightly, and their lips reconnected. One of Cas's hands had moved a bit south, and was cupping his ass.

Dean tried to shut down the moan that the sudden touch elicited, but failed. He felt Cas smile into their heated kiss.

A bit later, Cas had managed to switch their positions, and was sucking on Dean's neck. Dean wasn't even sure how he'd done it. But oh God it was good. He wasn't used to being… dominated. It was unexpectedly hot. Really, really hot.

Dean noticed that he was getting hard,, and was at least halfway to a very big problem. He moved his hands from Cas's hips to his chest, pressing gently.

"Hang on," he panted. "One second, Cas."

Cas was breathing hard, too, and he got off Dean, sitting down next to him. Dean sat up and looked at Cas.

"Oh Shit," he murmured. "That was… shit. I mean, not… it wasn't shit, it was just so… oh God. Wow."

Cas blushed.

"I just… I'm gonna need some time to adjust before doing the do with another guy." The stupidity of that statement suddenly hit him, and he started laughing. "Damn, losing my words. What I mean is…"

"I understand," Cas said. He was red as a tomato, and smiled shyly at Dean. "It's not necessary to move so quickly. "

Dean wondered if Cas was at all hard and a glance down at the guy's lap confirmed that he was, at least partially. The shock of that went straight to Dean's own southern regions.

"I've got to cool down, man," he said huskily. "Maybe I will actually go to bed."

"Can I stay?"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "I.. guess… if you want."

He got in bed and settled onto his stomach while Cas turned off the light. Then the angel came and lay next to Dean on the bed, though he was on top of the covers. He rested his head on the same pillow as Dean, slinging an arm over his back as well.

Dean sighed happily. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all, having an angel watch over you.

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