See below for author's notes, darlings! A million thanks to the lovely-but-always-working Faith Valconbridge for beta-reading this chapter. I must say I'm a bit proud of myself for delivering less and less mistakes (learning process, hooray!)

Chapter 21

They left the restaurant with pleasantly filled stomachs and a peaceful mood within their minds. Dean had rejected Castiel's offer to pay for their meal, but Castiel had the advantage that neither of them was allowed to speak, so he had paid nevertheless, a wicked, sneering smirk on his lips as he completely ignored Dean's attempts to protest. Dean had pouted a little, but when Castiel got up and took his hand lovingly in his to pull him up, the trifle was already forgotten. They held hands when they strolled out of the restaurant slowly, Castiel turned around and waved goodbye to the waitress, who waved back with a kind smile. Dean felt soothed due to Castiel's indestructible patience, how he gave Dean all the time in the world to hobble beside him. Affection blossomed vividly in Dean when Castiel held the door open for him, the perfect gentleman. As soon as the door was closed behind them, and as soon as Dean felt the clear air of the night permeating his lungs, the urge to speak again almost throttled him. As if they were still sitting in the restaurant, Castiel smiled silently at him, somewhat taciturn, looking nothing short of hauntingly beautiful in the bluish twilight of the surrounding night.

"You're really handsome, you know that?" Dean asked with a hoarse voice, and Castiel's smile fell a little. He seemed surprised by Dean's sudden compliment, but Dean had longed to say these words all evening long. It was relieving to utter them at last. Dean sensed an odd tremble running through Castiel's hand as they still held hands and walked side by side. Castiel's pace slowed down gradually and a strange frown appeared on his forehead. Dean was aware of the shift of Castiel's mood, how pensive he became at once. He stopped dead in his tracks, gently forcing Castiel to stop as well. He squeezed his hand and searched for his eyes, canting his head to read the expression in his lover's face.

"Did I say something wrong?" Dean tried carefully, studying the tiniest smile crawling to Castiel's lips. He looked up from underneath his lashes, his eyes heavy with meaning, a playful ember dancing in his lucid irises. Dean's breathing faltered, he was so hypnotized by Castiel's mind-blowing appearance. How admirable he was, how softly the silver moonlight came to rest on his cheekbones, how it refracted in his blue gems... Dean's heart thud slowly and strongly in his chest, chanting he should demand everything he desired from this man immediately.

"Do you sometimes think it's all too good to be true? Have you ever felt so happy that you feared it could never last?" Castiel counter-questioned, examining Dean's face with intense attention, a confusing, grim smile on his lips. Dean sucked in a shaky breath, a hot shiver ran down his spine. He knew exactly what Castiel was referring to, and he was also afraid, yes he was so afraid – because this thing between them, it was a good thing, and he was happy, of course he was. And what did it mean that Castiel was afraid as well? What did it mean that he was scared to lose this? It could have been nothing but... love. Recognition came to Dean, he was overrun with nothing but delicate endearment for Castiel. With a sharp, feverish pang of devotion he grabbed Castiel by the hips and pulled him impetuously against him, connecting their bodies intimately. Castiel averted his eyes shyly and looked away, Dean could feel his chest rising and falling against his, how their bellies and waists were pressing against each other. Castiel's exhales were hectic and short-lived, he seemed very nervous to Dean.

He held Castiel tighter in his arms and sought for his eyes, giving him a steady, collected gaze when their eyes met at last. Castiel's mouth fell open, obviously overwhelmed by Dean's vehemence. In this moment Dean wanted to make thousand promises he knew he would never keep. Anything to calm Castiel and to reassure him of his feelings for him. He wanted to tell him he would never hurt him, that this thing between them would last forever. That he would always keep him save and love him everyday like it was his last on earth – but he surely knew he could never live up to his and Castiel's expectations. This simply wasn't a fairytale, there were no helping gods, no divine fate which would keep them together. This was the gruesome reality in which people died, in which people went separate ways and fought and argued... So Dean kept his mouth shut. The least thing he could do was to lean forward and tilt his head to kiss Castiel with all he had. They both shut their lids and melted into each other, Castiel became limp in Dean's arms and nestled against him longingly.

His mouth was so soft, so sweet... Dean couldn't get enough. He smothered Castiel with millions of frenzied kisses, parting those pliant lips with his tongue hungrily as he let it slip inside. Dean was light-headed when Castiel's tongue enveloped his and as they slid together slowly, white stars danced before his closed eyes. The quiet, warm night surrounded them, shielded them caringly from the clarity of the cruel reality. While they inhaled the spicy clean air with trembling breaths, their lips brushing over each other, Dean thought everything around them was blurred, just fading buildings, streets and plants. Nothing that had a heartbeat, nothing that mattered as much as Castiel's warmth, the sensation of his breath-taking kisses... Dean held his lean body closely to his heart as their kisses deepened and deepened, he was on the verge of lashing into him right here and now. Castiel's worries seemed to crumble to insignificant dust as he sighed into Dean's mouth and as his fingers dug into Dean's shoulders desperately.

All at once Castiel's knees gave way with a jerk and he held on to Dean's torso wobbly, their lips parted. Dean bowed his head to make sure Castiel was alright – an expression of astonishment graced Castiel's face, mesmerized he studied Dean's chest. Even though it was dark, Dean detected the fierce blush cloaking Castiel's cheeks, he looked as if he was burning hotly. He shook Castiel gently - "Are you okay?" - and Castiel raised his eyes very slowly, showing a glassy, rather unfocussed glance and a lopsided smile. He staggered somewhat unsteadily and Dean held him up with gentle force.

"Heh, you just rushed me off my feet with your kisses," Castiel scoffed with a bright chuckle, a fair glint shining brightly in his dilated eyes as he regarded Dean. A dolorous lump narrowed Dean's throat as he was overrun with affection. His heart threatened to jump out of his chest or to explode straight away because he couldn't understand how he had deserved someone like Castiel. Someone who took so much pleasure in their kisses that he became dizzy and had to hold on to Dean to stop the lurch. Someone who oozed charm so naturally that it simply blew Dean away. Within the fractures of a second, Castiel cradled Dean in his arms and buried his face in the crook of Dean's neck, hugging him with such an ardent passion that Dean thought he might be swept off his feet as well. He reacted instinctively and wrapped his arms around Castiel protectively, feeling him snuggle up to him. An unseen, moved smile covered Dean's mouth as he nuzzled Castiel's divine smelling hair and squeezed him mildly.

…

-Thursday-

Dean couldn't exactly pinpoint how or when exactly it had happened. He couldn't name the minute or the hour in which their relationship had changed, but he knew that after this romantic date something had changed between them for sure. It was impossible to detect what differences that evening had created, and Dean couldn't lay his hands on it and explain what had transformed – but the alteration was tangible, so much that it made his body twitch and vibrate with alertness, overpowered by sweet exhilaration. Castiel was even more attentive than usual, and there was the softest gleam remaining in his eyes all the time whenever he looked at Dean. Their behaviour around one another was as effortless and as honest as possible, Dean didn't even think about restraining himself any longer. He let go of all the inhibitions he had kept in his mind whenever he had spent some time with Castiel, and now he showed him who he was utterly blatantly. Castiel seemed to respond to Dean in an equally delighted way, he opened up to him so naturally, it felt like breathing. Though Dean often felt his breaths stop and stumble when he felt another wave of infatuation carrying him away, becoming speechless due to Castiel's charming being.

Currently, they chilled out in Castiel's living room, it was Thursday evening of the fourth week of Dean's stay in the rehab-center. The sky outside was darkening, plunged into a multi-coloured spectacle, which tinted Castiel's flat into a weird, dim lighting. Grey was the most present hue and it spread between them as soft twilight. Castiel had lit some tea lights and sat on the couch, his knees hunched towards his torso as he was sprawling on the piece of furniture. Dean cowered in front of him on the cozy carpet, watching how Castiel worked on a small piece of wood with a concentrated frown, mumbling quiet explanations as he demonstrated Dean how he made his carvings. Dean regarded the adept fingers leading the sharp knife over the log, the wood shavings fell idly to the ground without a single sound. Dean couldn't decipher what Castiel was carving and Castiel refused to tell him with a twitching smile, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Dean loved to see him like this, absolutely focused and coming loose while he did something he obviously liked. He seemed so serene and satisfied with his pastime, nothing bothered or upset him. He was at ease, and so Dean was at ease as well. Suddenly Castiel stopped and yanked up his head, staring at Dean with a mild, startled mien, his mouth agape. Dean grinned at Castiel's dumb countenance and saw the crow's feet surrounding Castiel's eyes as he broke out into a tender smile.

"I completely forgot, I wanted to show you something. I have a challenge for you," Castiel mysteriously declared, then he got up and left the knife and the piece of wood on the sofa. Suspiciously, Dean gazed after him as Castiel exited the living room only to return half a minute later with a proud smirk and a puce acoustic guitar in his hand. He gave it to Dean carefully and placed it in his lap, Dean held it downright confused. What, was he supposed to play guitar now? He eyed the fingerboard, it was time-worn, the black paint had vanished because the guitar had apparently been used a lot. Castiel sat back down with a smug, sly smile, staring bluntly into Dean's baffled eyes.

"What? You said you played back in high school and I found the old guitar my father used to play. So, what are you, Dean: Man or wuss? Show me what you got!" Castiel dared him, raising Dean's spirit immediately. Hah, he would show him what he got, alright! He scoffed arrogantly and answered, "You will melt like chocolate once you listen to me. I'm not sure you're prepared for that." He laughed inwardly when Castiel's face fell in surprise. Castiel however recovered swiftly and narrowed his eyes provocatively as he glared at Dean.

"Deeds are better than words," he retorted, then he leaned against the backrest and picked up his knife and the log again, returning to where he had left off. He emanated such a calm vibe that Dean couldn't even begin to feel embarrassed due to Castiel's demand. It seemed like the most self-evident thing in the world to present himself in this exposed way... Dean frowned at the guitar and started to tune the old, rusty strings warily, wincing when he heard how off-tune and warped they were. He hated nothing more than false sounding instruments. Fortunately, the clear ring of a D major and an A major had been branded into his memory somehow and he snaked along those two tones to tune the rest correctly, humming along to funnel his attention better on the task at hand.

When he was done, he toyed a little with the guitar, strumming meaningless patterns and sequences of chords to warm up. It had been quite a while since the last time he had played the guitar, let alone the last time he had played for someone. While his fingers glided over the strings, his eyes were occupied with Castiel's wonderful appearance – the other man had his head tilted a little and continued carving with his knife, a brittle, fond smile was glued to his lips as he listened to Dean's musical nonsense. At long last, a song came to his mind he had loved to play back in high school, though it wasn't exactly a love song to woo someone. A pleased smile came to his lips when he dared to play the blues-like, rock 'n roll melody carefully. He tested it a few times, but the memory came back quickly as if he had never stopped playing at all.

While he played the groovy intro repeatedly, his eyes scanned Castiel's face briefly, he looked impressed and wagged his head subtly along to the rhythm of the song. Dean knew he wasn't the best of singers but the urge to squeeze out the lyrics he could identify with so perfectly was unbearable, so he began to sing unafraid, his eyes focused on the guitar.

I was born my papa's son

When I hit the ground I was on the run

I had one glad hand and the other behind

You can have yours, just give me mine

When the hound dog barkin' in the black of the night

stick my hand in my pocket, everything's alright

He was astonished how altered his voice sounded, darker and rougher, giving the song the acerbity Dean's voice had lacked of as a teen. He was brimming with mirth while he retrieved the fun he usually felt when he made music. God, how he had missed this feeling... To play the right chords and get the notes right, it was hugely satisfying. Once he finished the song his ears rang dully because of the absence of sounds. Castiel paused his work and regarded Dean with a moved, mellow expression veiling his face. He averted his eyes shyly and returned to his carving.

"Keep playing. I like it a lot..." Castiel admitted quietly, sounding a little defeated because Dean had been right, even though he had behaved so smug. Absentmindedly, he let his fingers execute whatever they wanted, and before he knew what was happening, he had fallen into a love ballade he knew by heart. It wasn't far-fetched to start such a song while he beheld Castiel, absolutely hypnotized by the other, who didn't look at him but smiled all the time as if Dean addressed the best compliments to him. A dark blush cloaked Castiel's cheeks and Dean watched the knife in his hand trembling oddly, the carving process became slower. Dean liked the melancholic atmosphere of the song, and though it was a little gloomy, it seemed hopeful to him, especially when he directed it at his lover unwittingly.

You in the dark, you in the pain, you on the run

Living your hell, living your ghost, living your end

Never seem to get in the place that I belong

don't wanna lose the time, lose the time to come

Unintentionally he had laid his innermost thoughts bare, confessing indirectly how it tore him apart to just think about leaving Castiel – he needed to have more time with him, he didn't know what was to become of him if it took place any other way. There were only two weeks left, and what would happen then was nothing but an obscure riddle to Dean.

Whatever you say, it's alright

Whatever you do, it's all good

Whatever you say, it's alright

Halfway through the song, Castiel raised his gaze slowly and his eyes were containing a sharp, knowing look as they bore straight through Dean, reading him like an open book. While Dean sang to him with all his heart, aching with the rapture and pain of loving Castiel so deeply, he detected tears were welling in Castiel's red-rimmed eyes, his smile became twitchy. He let Dean finish the song, a serene smile remaining on his kissable mouth all the time. When Dean was done, he put the guitar away and Castiel lowered himself on his knees next to Dean as if they had an unspoken agreement. Castiel's chest was heaving with deep, quavering breaths, he held the completed carving pressed against his chest awkwardly. He considered Dean for a moment, then he extended his hand and put the piece of wood gently in Dean's palm.

Taken back, Dean scrutinized the round plate he held in his hand, it was so little he could easily shove it in his jeans' pockets. It was richly carved, he pondered whether he had seen such a thing before: To him it looked like countless interwoven knots, like entangled yarn with no identifiable end or beginning. It was some kind of symbol Dean thought he knew, maybe he had come across it in John's diary... Castiel's warm hand suddenly enveloped his and the carving in his palm, Dean could sense the warm, smooth texture of his skin. He hadn't witnessed how close Castiel had come as they were kneeling face to face on the carpet now. He uplifted his head, only to see Castiel's hovering so very near in front of him, the orange candlelight coming to rest on his head, making him look ethereal. Dean's exhales stagnated when Castiel squeezed his hand caringly.

"This is a Celtic knot. The interlacing ribbons are meant to protect you against evil spirits and demons. I know you already have this tattoo... but, you know, better safe than sorry," Castiel said with a sad smile, breaking Dean's heart. Did he deserve this kind of compassion? This gracious concern? Staggering yearning swelled in his chest as his eyes scanned over Castiel's face, trying to find words of thanks, but his throat ached and the loud beat of his heart drowned out every clear thought he tried to grasp. Castiel's lips called for him, so luring and ready... He observed the pink tip of Castiel's tongue bedewing his bottom lip nervously, wrecking Dean's resistance immediately. He leapt forward, one hand framing Castiel's right cheek, and claimed his mouth with passionate kisses. Soon he was swooning over the way Castiel reacted to his untamed lips and tongue – he tilted his head and opened his mouth widely, letting Dean inside and devour him greedily, while Castiel's hands roamed all over Dean's body messily. It had been too long since their last time together... However, their pact was still intact.

Despite all that Castiel was crawling on Dean's lap, his hands pressing Dean's shoulders down, so that Dean had to lie down completely. Castiel's lips were kissing Dean's again and again; a hot shudder ran over Dean like a murderous frenzy when Castiel bit into his lower lip and tugged at it playfully. Lust was stirred in Dean's abdomen, he loved the weight of Castiel in his lap. His hands knew by intuition what to do and where to touch – they wandered along lean sides, under the hem of Castiel's shirt and stroked his flat, warm stomach stimulatory. Castiel let go of his mouth, in exchange he ran his fingers through Dean's hair and fisted it harshly, making Dean groan and wince aroused. He arched his back as he lost his self-control while Castiel sucked on his throat and left dark hickeys just below the collar of his shirt.

"From now on..." Castiel said while he breathed labouredly, kissing his way down Dean's nape and collar bone wetly, "you have to play and sing to me all the time." Dean was never good with taking a compliment, so he couldn't hold back the shy laughter as he stroked through Castiel's soft, dark hair lovingly.

"I'm not that good, Cas," he wrote it off quietly. Castiel sat up on his lap and took Dean's hands in his, bringing them down beside Dean's head. He gazed at Dean for a long time, the smallest smile attached to his kiss-swollen lips. Castiel's warm breath touching Dean's face again and again felt like sweet honey, it produced a terrible longing in his chest the more he allowed himself to drown in the deep blue eyes beholding him tenderly. He could perceive the heat of his lover's body covering him, vortexes of lust throbbed inside his abdomen. God, how he ached to rip Castiel's clothes off and take him like he wanted to...

"You're good enough for me," Castiel insisted determinately, and Dean's heart gave up for a frightening second. These words simply made Dean fall silent, agitation close to bliss and panic ran over him as he lost every sensible thought in light of Castiel's fine visage. He felt as if Castiel gave life back to him as he smothered him with thousand kisses, breathing and licking into his mouth avidly. He pinned Dean's hands down with slight pressure and made Dean tremble and sigh wantonly as Castiel pressed against him lasciviously. He smelt of wood and something spicy that made Dean think of clarity – it was as if a cool breeze of air filled him up and flooded him with lust for living. The atmosphere was thick with sexual tension, Castiel's hardening length was pulsating against Dean's tummy. He clutched the back of his lover's hands firmly and used his abs to sit up, Castiel still in his lap.

Out of nowhere, their hands developed a life of their own as they tugged and pulled at the other man, sliding over chests and backs desirously, causing a havoc. Their mouths met and crashed together in gut-wrenching, longing kisses that left Dean dumbfound and quavering with maddening pleasure. It felt like Castiel's hands were all over him, taking charge of him easily, and Dean wanted nothing more than to lose himself in the nerve-wracking caresses Castiel gave him. Their tongues glided along each other's intimately, Dean fisted Castiel's hair fiercely and inclined his head to deepen the sensual kiss. He heard a high-pitched whimper that let hot thunderbolts pass through him, Castiel clutched his shoulders firmly as lust grew within them increasingly.

When it all became too much, Dean pulled back and turned his flushed face away, trying to quieten down his throaty breaths. This was all spinning out of control way too quickly.

"Cas... I thought we had an agreement," he protested meekly, his resistance was drifting away like an ice floe on the Arctic Ocean. How could Castiel murder his resolution so nonchalantly? Did he even know how tempting he was, how he made Dean lose his mind? There was a warm, damp kiss cautiously pressed on Dean's stubbly cheek, combined with the volatile, fickle exhales of his lover ghosting over his temple. Dean winced as another wave of ardent desire took a hold of him, his fingers dug into Castiel's hips hungrily. Castiel shifted on his lap in a provoking movement, the grinding of his pelvis was nothing but teasing torture. The sloppy, wet tongue running down Dean's throat, along with scraping teeth, was not helping either.

"Dean... just... make out with me, please. I need to feel you, I need your warmth... You feel so good...," Castiel whispered, his fingernails delving into Dean's muscular back with fervour as he kept rutting against Dean's growing erection incessantly. He heard his own moan rattling through his airways as he showered Castiel's long, sensible nape with open-mouthed kisses, allowing his tongue to draw insignificant patterns on the smooth skin. His lover was sighing and moaning erotically as he ran his hands through Dean's hair and held him close to his chest. Light spasms were grasping him and his thighs clenched around Dean's hips as they crashed into each other like tidal waves; neither of them could stop. How easy it would have been to lay Castiel down on the fluffy carpet, to undress him and make him beg for more... But there was still a spark of reason in Dean's mind, so he mumbled "keep it PG-13," a smile on his mouth as it rested against his lover's neck. He thought he could hear Castiel smile too.

…

When Dean left that evening, the carving Castiel had given him packed away in his jeans' pocket, he couldn't wipe away the cheerful smile clinging to his kiss-bruised mouth. The view of Castiel standing in the doorway was simply too perfect to forget... How dishevelled his hair was, how his cheeks were still tinted with a fair rosy colour, his eyes practically sparkled with delight... How full and billowed his red lips were, forming that kind of affectionate smile that made Dean's heart flutter nervously in his chest. God, he was so head over heels in love with him... He rubbed his neck shyly, sensing the dark hickeys Castiel had left there, then he leaned down to kiss Castiel one more time, saying goodnight to him.

-Friday-

"Alright, let's try this one," Castiel argued with a toothy grin, Dean snickered and poked his lover's ribs amicably.

"Give it up, Cas, you're just not funny!"

"Shut it, can't blame me for trying. Okay: What happens when you throw a green rock into the Red Sea?"

Dean beheld him with an intimidating glare, though he was laughing inwardly about Castiel's nerdy, cute behaviour as he was telling him one stupid joke after the other, set on making Dean laugh. And these jokes were all very, very awful. Dean wriggled on the mat in Castiel's office, the slight layer of sweat sticking to his body like warm glue. He needed a shower. It was Friday and they had finished the last workout session for this week, thank God.

"It gets wet!," Castiel exclaimed excited, waiting for Dean to laugh at last, but Dean just face palmed with a groan. How many more of these dumb jokes could he take?

"Cas, that was even worse than the other ones!," he complained with an agonized wail, hearing Castiel's aggrieved, pouting "What?!" in return. Dean rolled around on his side to study Castiel's hauntingly beautiful eyes brimming over with flickering mirth as he regarded Dean with a cheeky smile. He had his face rested on his cocked up arm, his fingers began stroking Dean's torso absentmindedly albeit gently. Dean felt so calm and collected in Castiel's company, it was quite enthralling to share this level of intimacy with each other.

"Alright, last attempt: Why do lions always eat raw meat? Because they don't know how to cook!"

Dean sat up impulsively and narrowed his eyes threateningly while Castiel guffawed and rolled on the mat, laughing heartily at his own lame joke. Dean had to laugh at the given sight, shaking his head slowly as he regarded his silly lover. Damn it, how could a guy be so sweet?

"That's it, now I've got to finish you!" he called out foolishly – a tickle fight emerged and Dean was making Castiel screech and squirm underneath his adept, knowing fingers. He knew exactly where to tickle and where to tease, and Castiel was becoming a huffing and puffing mess, grinning and whining simultaneously...

"Deeeaaaan!" he squeaked desperately, seizing Dean's hands to make him stop as he hovered over him like some kind of predator eyeing its prey. Subconsciously Castiel had spread his legs so that Dean was kneeling between them, he had placed Dean's palms right on his pecs; Dean could feel the defined muscles twitch and work on their own. Suddenly the playful vibe took on another note, the broad smiles died on their lips slowly. Dean was attracted to Castiel's agape, alluring mouth, how the other breathed so stagnantly as their eyes darted over each other's faces restlessly, estimating the situation. Within fractures of a second he lowered his head and brought his lips against Castiel's, tasting him, breathing his beguiling, rich scent in as he devoted himself to their kisses.

Castiel wrapped his legs around Dean's waist effortlessly, uplifting his ass so that his hips were rolling in frenzied waves against Dean's abdomen while he arched his back. He slung his arms around Dean's neck, one palm gliding smoothly into Dean's short-cropped hair as he moved his skull down to intensify their longing kisses. Dean felt the treacherous, thumping hardness lying upwards on Castiel's lower stomach as his pelvis answered to Castiel's heady, seducing movements. He let go of his lover's mouth and gulped heavily, watching how deep blue eyes dilated, how the colour was suppressed by immense, desirous blackness. A soft, rosy hue shadowed Castiel's face, a hazy expression dwelt in his eyes. He looked so turned on, it was almost painful to watch for Dean, because he was craving for him too.

All good resolutions vanished into thin air as if they had never existed in the first place the moment Dean watched Castiel turn around slowly, presenting his well-formed back and ass confidently to him. Petrified he looked down at himself, recognizing the huge bulge in his tracksuit pants, how it was exactly positioned between Castiel's round, firm butt cheeks. His therapist was panting loudly under him, a hand of his reached behind him and took Dean's wrist, yanking his hand so that it came to rest on Castiel's sharp hipbone.

"Touch me," he rasped desperately, rubbing his ass enticingly against Dean's hard erection. A gaping hole opened up in Dean's chest, his heart struck a racy pace, thundering within him like a deadly hurricane. Without his permission his other hand came around Castiel's torso as well, crawling hesitantly under the hem of his shirt. Carefully it found its way over a flat stomach, constricting abs and wonderfully warm planes of soft skin. Castiel was kneeling by now, his forehead pressed against the mat, the fingers of his right hand dug into the yielding mat somewhat tensely. Dean couldn't hold back his own fever anymore, so he clasped Castiel's hip forcefully and pulled him back, letting his hot, rock-hard erection slip between the crack of the other's ass. Castiel sucked in a shaky breath and spread his legs further, allowing Dean to come closer.

Greed overwhelmed Dean as he watched Castiel submitting to him so trustfully – with fidgety fingers he shoved the annoying fabric of Castiel's shirt away, exposing flawless, smoking hot skin. He tipped his head and started kissing the line of his lover's protruding spine, leaving light bites as he nibbled at those lean, gorgeous sides. He felt the shudders coursing through Castiel's body, how he tensed up and became lax over and over again. Little agonized sighs and moans escaped him as Dean's hands caressed him cautiously; his forefinger played with Castiel's left hardened nipple, twisting it. His mouth left wet, sloppy kisses on the delve of Castiel's back, moving lower and lower as he gnawed at the area right above Castiel's pants.

It was like a virus had smote them, a disease they couldn't and didn't want to shake off. Castiel was writhing underneath Dean and Dean found he didn't have the strength to stop himself. All he wanted was to give Castiel pleasure; he ached to educe those trembling, tormented sighs from him, they were most satisfying to listen to. Castiel was whimpering the moment Dean let his palms slide along his inner thighs, stroking his twitching erection from behind. He raised his ass and arched his back even more, and Dean used this position to let his tongue glide over the presented back extensively. All of a sudden Castiel cried out, jerking uncontrolled and rutting his hips frantically back and forth.

Dean studied Castiel's body as the orgasm was taking over him, how it made him boneless and taut by turns, how ragged and throaty his moans resounded as he held on to the mat desperately. Then, with one lengthy sigh, he slumped down on the ground and panted wearied, canting his head to the side so that he could cast an half-closed eye at Dean. A small smile spread on his mouth as their glances met, Dean still felt stunned due to the sensual incident, which had surprised them both in its untamed ferocity. He dared to let one hand stroke through Castiel's ruffled hair tenderly, recognizing how much his lover liked it as he hummed faintly and leaned his head towards Dean's palm. Dean couldn't resist the secret smile appearing on his lips as he watched Castiel closing his eyes, looking nothing but relaxed and utterly satisfied. He looked so beautiful, it tore Dean's chest apart.

"Hey, Dean..." Castiel mumbled sleepily.

"Yeah?"

He should have known better than to ask as soon as a huge grin unfurled on Castiel's plump mouth.

"Why is the ocean blue?"

Another stupid joke. Dean had no qualms about slapping Castiel's back of the head chidingly, loving how Castiel laughed carefree as Dean told him to shut up.

TBC

because all the little fish go "blu blu blu" hahaha... omg so sorry for the awful humour, but that's just me. So, people, out there! Hello! Are you still there? Yeah? If so, please let me know what you think – suggestions, wishes, anything is welcome! You would totally make my day if you left me a review, I've been very very stressed within the last two weeks (a lot of work) =) [wasn't even hungry in 2 weeks, and that says a lot lol]. So, until next week, hope you all survive 9x11! Oh, and before I forget – the songs Dean sang in this are 1.) ZZ Top "Just got paid" and 2.) Bush "Letting the cables sleep"