OMG I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! For some reason, this site wouldn't let me update anything or edit it or anything. It's still like that, and I can't email anyone to fix it because apparently I have the wrong email service...? Whatever that means. Except, I recently (...like an hour ago...) found a way around the error thingy and so here is the next chapter of Green Eyes! 2-3 chapters left, people! I will tell you right now that there will be character death, so be warned!

WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER!: Ummmm yeah. The rating is up now. Rated M. I promised you guys a mature scene, right? Well, here it is! However, I am HORRIBLE at writing them, and especially for Dean and Cas for some strange reason O.o so I'm so sorry if it sucks! I tried!

Not much happens in this chapter...just the, you know, 'M' stuff...thanks. If you are still reading this story, you are so completely awesome! Especially after the long delay! Over a month! Gasp! I do apologize sincerely for that, but it was because it wouldn't let me update or anything like that. Now it does :D Thanks so much for the wonderful reviews, you guys...that's what keeps this story going! Please continue to do so!

Onward!

Chapter Twenty-One

Dean woke feeling better than he had in a long, long time. The ache in his joints was gone, and he felt well-rested. The warmth nestled against him was a great help as well, and he rolled to see Castiel snuggled into him. After a brief moment of hesitation, Dean pulled him close and slid his arms around him, closing his eyes as he gave into a contented breath. Things seemed to be going okay - they had been staying with Gabriel and Anna for two days now. They were nice and actually didn't care that he was a Green Eye, or that Sam was a Hazel Eye. It was definitely a relief after everything they'd all been through thus far. The sound of Castiel's gentle breaths was a soothing lullaby that was quickly putting Dean back to sleep. He wondered, briefly, when this had become semi-normal, waking up with the Blue Eye there with him.

Things had changed so much in so short of time, or so he thought. Not long ago, he'd been just a normal Green Eye in the Abyss, carefree and without a care about any of the other Eyes. Now he was traveling with a Blue Eye, A Topaz Eye, a Brown Eye, and a Hazel Eye. He was maybe even friends with them, he realized, and perhaps even something more with Castiel. It was wrong, he thought, for a Green Eye to even think that way about a Blue Eye, but he couldn't help it. Castiel didn't make it easy on him, either, kissing him and snuggling into him at night…yeah, it was definitely Castiel's fault Dean felt this way, right?

Dean yawned and tried to get back to sleep. However, the sound of knocking at the bedroom door had him groaning and rolling out of bed. He stomped angrily toward the door, feeling more relaxed here than he had in a long while, even back in the Abyss. He pried the bedroom door open to see Anna standing there, smiling brightly at him. The girl was way too cheery for in the morning, in Dean's opinion. He fought down a scowl.

"Morning!" she said cheerily, her grin so wide Dean was surprised her face didn't crack from the sheer force of it. "Pancakes are done!"

"Um…right, thanks," Dean said slowly, his stomach growling suddenly at the thought of food, marvelous and glorious food. Anna giggled and disappeared down the hallway, causing Dean to chuckle and shake his head at her strange ways. Then he shut the door and turned to find Castiel sitting up in bed, watching him with soft blue eyes. "Did I wake you?" Dean asked guiltily. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Castiel assured him. "Was that Anna?"

"Yeah, she said that pancakes are done." Dean smiled and then sat next to Castiel on the bed, leaning forward so their faces were almost touching. He stared into those deep blue eyes for a long moment, suddenly forgetting what he was going to say, but then he just smirked and leaned in a little more to kiss the corner of Castiel's mouth. Castiel stiffened but relaxed happily as he brought his arms up and around Dean's neck, pulling him a little closer. Dean happily obliged the Blue Eye. "After breakfast," Dean said, pausing momentarily to trail kisses down the Blue Eye's neck, smirking at the shivers that tore through Castiel, "I say we have some fun."

"Yes," Castiel said with a jerky nod, eyes wide as he watched Dean.

"If that's what you want," Dean said quickly, frowning. He didn't want Castiel to feel as though he was being pressured into anything, because he wasn't. Dean would gladly do nothing if that was what Castiel wanted, but more than anything, he had a strong desire to just be with Castiel, no matter how wrong it might have sounded. He couldn't help how he felt inside.

"Yes," Castiel said again, smiling this time. "And I would like very much to kiss you again."

"You don't have to ask," Dean said with a grin as the two of them leaned forward and met in the middle, their mouths connecting as though that was where they belonged. Dean's heart started beating rapidly in his chest at the wonderful contact. No one should have been able to have this kind of affect on him, right? But yet here they were.

If someone had told him before that he'd one day wind up falling for round-eyed, blue-eyed someone, he would have laughed and thought them completely and utterly crazy. However, now as he thought back on their journey together, it almost made sense in a strange sort of way. Who would have thought that by just helping a single Blue Eye one day in the Abyss would have led to so much?

And not all of it was good. Most of it wasn't. Most of it was horrible. People hated him because he was like a rogue Green Eye. People feared him and wanted him dead simply because of that fact. He and the others had been captured. He'd been attacked by that horrible, violet knife. But no matter what horrible things came out of that choice that one day so long ago, he wouldn't change what he'd done. He would always choose to help the Blue Eye. He would always choose to help Castiel and keep him safe.

Always.

Sighing contentedly into Castiel's soft, pliable mouth, he forced himself to pull away. If he didn't restrain himself right now, he wasn't sure what would happen. He smiled brightly at the Blue Eye. "Pancakes, Cas," he said simply.

Castiel smiled at him and stood. His hand landed on Dean's shoulder - there was no reason for it to be there. It was just a gentle resting place for his hand, and Dean didn't mind in the slightest. In fact, even though he usually hated any physical contact of any kind, he actually found himself enjoying the fact that Castiel was touching him, that he wanted to touch him. Maybe it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. Just like he couldn't help being a Green Eye.

They entered the kitchen and Dean sat gratefully in one of the chairs. Castiel sat next to him. Already there was a heaping plate of hot pancakes sitting in front of both of them, and Dean quickly dug in once his stomach growled hungrily. Saliva filled his mouth as he ate, the taste so great. He'd forgotten how completely wonderful a nice home cooked meal could taste, having been on the run so often nowadays. He felt guilty about that - he really did.

It had been his fault, right? He was the one who had gone out of the Abyss and caused all the trouble. Those Blue Eyes had attacked Castiel, John, and Sam because he'd been a Green Eye out of the Abyss, which simply wasn't allowed. Marcus was involved now because he'd been the Green Eye that the Topaz Eye had been told to convert, whatever that really entailed. They were all on the run now because of him - and to think, it'd all started due to one little act of kindness toward a Blue Eye in the Abyss, so long ago…

He wouldn't change it, though. He would always help Castiel. It was strange, thinking that way, mostly because before, his rules had detailed how he was to not help any other Eye except Green Eyes. Leave them be. They don't deserve help. Well, he'd certainly gone above and beyond to break that.

However, not all Eyes were bad. Just like not all Green Eyes were ruthless and cruel like other Eyes though, the other Eyes weren't all bad themselves. Castiel certainly wasn't evil as Dean had thought at first. He was kind and gentle - a little confused at times, and naïve, but gentle and caring, which Dean certainly loved about him. He'd never thought he'd one day be feeling like this about a Blue Eye, sitting at a kitchen table surrounded by other Eyes, eating pancakes without thought of worry that the people at the table would turn on him because he was a Green Eye. This was…nice.

In this moment, to Dean, everything seemed completely and utterly perfect.

And then Castiel smiled at him, and the warm feeling in his chest grew in size, causing him to smile back goofily.

Friends. He had friends. He had Castiel.

For being a Green Eye on the run and out of the Abyss, at the moment, life was pretty good.

Castiel remembered Dean's words from the bedroom before they'd gone to breakfast, and all the while he was eating, it was all he could think about. He wanted to be with Dean - even more than he already had, too. He wanted to be with Dean in every way, in every meaning of the phrase, and he wanted to forget the fractured memories from before, of when Michael had been pinning him down. He wanted to replace that nightmare with pleasant memories of Dean, the Green Eye he loved.

And so, when he and Dean were done eating breakfast, they excused themselves from the table. Sam winked at Castiel. Castiel had to admit that sometimes Sam really scared him with how much he winked, smiled in that 'I know something you don't know I know' sort of way, which was really confused. Quickly, he and Dean disappeared from the room while the rest of their group continued eating, and returned to their bedroom.

"I love pancakes," Dean sighed dreamily, licking at his lips. Remembering how Dean had said he didn't have to ask, Castiel leaned forward and caught those pliable lips with his own, tasting the syrup Dean had used just a few minutes ago. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel in return, pulling him closer so that their chests were touching. One of Dean's hands curled lightly into Castiel's hair, combing through the dark locks gently, causing Castiel to release a soft moan into his mouth. When they broke for air, Dean smiled at him, his green eyes shimmering with delight and a type of caring love Castiel had never seen in anyone else's eyes, ever. "But I like you more."

Castiel was so happy to hear Dean say that. "I like you more, too," he whispered as the two connected again, their mouths doing a dastardly dance, their tongues battling for dominance in the slick mouths. Castiel's heart raced happily in his chest as he and Dean moved toward the bed and collapsed heavily onto it, still locked in their wonderful kiss, their arms still around each other as though to hold onto this feeling forever.

Dean pulled back suddenly, causing Castiel to frown.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked worriedly, going over their kiss in his head, but he couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong, or anything like that.

Dean smiled. "No, of course not," he said with a chuckle, before he frowned suddenly and chewed on his lower lip, averting his gaze toward the ground. "I just…are you sure about this, Cas? I mean…we don't have to do anything. It's fine. Honest."

Dean was so considerate and kind. Castiel smiled at him. "Look at me," he said, and waited for Dean to raise his eyes and peer at him through his overly long lashes. "I want to do this…with you. Only you. I don't want…anything like this to be a painful memory." He paused, frowning to himself as he struggled to think of what to say. He pulled Dean closer and rested their foreheads together, looking into the bright green eyes he'd grown to love. "I want to be with you, Dean," he whispered.

Dean paused momentarily and then smiled. "Okay, Cas - if that's what you want," he said gently, kissing the tip of his nose. "Then okay. But…it's going to hurt a little-"

"I'm aware," Castiel cut in. "But I want this. Dean."

Dean nodded. "Alright, Cas - okay. I'll be gentle."

"I know you will," Castiel said with a soft smile. "I trust you."

Dean blinked and looked away suddenly, shifting uneasily. Castiel frowned and pulled his head back a little.

"…Dean? Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, wondering if he'd said something wrong or had done something wrong. This was all still new territory for him, after all. His only memories of anything like this was that fractured nightmare of Michael. He wanted it to be replaced with something good…great, and wonderful. Something Dean.

"I just…Yeah. Sorry." Dean smiled at him.

"What's wrong?"

A pause. "I just…that's the first time anyone's really ever said that to me, you know? I've had friends, sure, but…to have them say they trust me?" He shook his head and sighed. "That's just…" He trailed off and Castiel tightened his hold on him.

"Well, I trust you," Castiel whispered into his ear, causing Dean to shiver a little. "And I want this. I want you."

That seemed to be all the words Dean needed to hear, because suddenly, Castiel found himself shirtless and faced with an equally shirtless Dean, and their mouths were red hot for each other. Their skin brushed warmly, a tentative friction forming between them as things grew more intense and more heated. Dean's hands skimmed the flat of Castiel's stomach and disappeared into his pants, prying them down. They dropped away from his hips and dropped to the floor, soon followed by his underwear.

"How come I'm the only one naked?" he complained with a grimace, looking at Dean. He tugged at the Green Eye's pants with a scowl. Dean chuckled and shucked his own pants and underwear off, tossing them to the side. Where they landed, Castiel didn't know, because he was suddenly pinned down on the bed with Dean on top of him, kissing him down his chest and stomach and sinking lower, causing Castiel to shiver with delight.

"We have no lube," Dean grimaced.

"It's fine," Castiel panted, tugging Dean closer. There was a part in his mind that told him to stop this, but that was the part of fear. He wasn't afraid of Dean, though. Michael was the one who had caused that fear because of what he'd done to him. Something so horrible he couldn't think about it right now, and so he shoved the thoughts away and smiled at the Green Eye above him. "I'm ready."

Dean chewed on his lower lip for a moment and then nodded. "Alright, Cas…are you sure? Last chance to back out."

"I'm very sure, Dean."

And he was.

Dean positioned himself at Castiel's entrance, his heart racing wildly in his chest. It wasn't like he was a virgin or anything - he'd certainly done this before. Never with another guy, and certainly not a Blue Eye, but he'd done it before. It always hurt a little the first time and he didn't want to cause Castiel more pain. It was obvious Michael had done something really horrible to him, most likely in a sexual manner, too. And Dean was going to kill that sorry bastard, he swore to himself. Because no one hurt his Castiel.

…His…

He sighed and began fingering the Blue Eye open, knowing that it was now or never. Castiel stiffened and clenched around his digits but he kept a gentle, steady pace going, hoping it would start to feel pleasurable soon. He didn't want to cause Castiel pain. Only pleasure.

He added a third finger and continued his prep work, stretching the entrance as easily as he could. Castiel stiffened again and closed his eyes tightly, and Dean looked away, not liking that he was causing him pain. I'm sorry, he thought. But I'm not Michael. I won't hurt you…

At least…he hoped he didn't.

Finally, after a few moments of this, Castiel began gasping in pleasure. "That…feels good," he panted suddenly.

Dean smiled faintly. "Yeah?"

"Very. More."

Well, who was Dean to say no? He started a faster, deeper pace, working his fingers nicely. It wasn't like he wasn't experienced, after all. He liked pleasuring people. Never any guys before - put girls sometimes liked it too. Except, he'd never felt like this for them, though. What he was feeling now…love, a great liking, adoration…whatever it was, he felt it only for the Blue Eye and no one else. What he felt was special.

"More," Castiel panted again. Well, it was nice that he was enjoying it.

Dean grinned and pulled his fingers away, leaning over the Blue Eye and positioning himself. "Are you ready, Cas?"

"Yes," Castiel breathed. "Dean."

He liked hearing his name said breathlessly and with want like that. It made a chill, the good kind, crawl through him and he placed his aching member at Castiel's entrance. Slowly, he pushed his way in and felt the Blue Eye clench around him. It was a pleasurable feeling, to be sure, but the hiss of slight pain that Castiel gave through off any pleasure he was feeling. He started an easy rhythm, pumping in a little and then back out before repeating the process several times.

Then Castiel moaned with delight and rocked his hips downward so that Dean entered him a little more. "Dean, fuck, more," Castiel hissed.

Dean grinned. "Right away, Cas," he said with a chuckled, pumping in faster and deeper, swallowing back his own moans of pleasure as he listened to Castiel's. It was a wonderful, pleasurable sound the Blue Eye was making, and it damn near made Dean climax on his own. He held out, though, keeping up his smooth, deep, and rapid rhythm, his hands digging into Castiel's hips as he did so, bringing the Blue Eye down on him as he shot forward.

"Fuck - Dean!" Castiel cried, and the sound of his voice was like a melody to Dean's ears.

"Cas," he said back happily. Castiel's hands clawed at the bed sheets. The friction of their skin rubbing together was making Dean hot and bothered, and he was sure it was doing the same to Castiel. Dean wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out.

"D-Dean, I…I'm gonna-" Castiel choked suddenly.

"Come for me, baby," Dean whispered huskily, getting ready to do the same.

The came at the same time, Dean inside of Castiel and Castiel all over the bed sheets. Yikes. Having to explain that mess would not be pretty, but at the moment, Dean didn't give a damn. Because he collapsed forward on Castiel and the mess happily, draping an arm over Castiel's chest as he did so, pulling the Blue Eye closer.

"That…felt…" Castiel panted as though struggling to come up with the correct word.

"Awesome?" Dean supplied with a grin. "Amazing? The best? Great?"

"All of the above," Castiel breathed, rolling toward Dean and capturing his lips with a sweet, wet kiss.

"I agree," Dean said, pulling the Blue Eye even closer.

Dean may have had activities like this before - sex - but it had never been this great.

Because this time, he was actually with someone he cared about.

And he really did care about Castiel.

Taking in a slow breath, he nuzzled his face into the crook of the Blue Eye's neck, feeling his pulse race. "I love you, Cas…" he whispered for the first time in his life. He'd never once told anyone that he loved them…at least not in a way that he meant it.

And he truly did mean it this time. He loved Castiel. He'd admit it. He loved him.

Castiel combed his fingers through Dean's damp hair. "I love you too, Dean," he whispered back just as quietly, his voice just as meaningful.

And for the first time in Dean's life, he actually felt like he was home.

Hope you liked it! I'm sorry if that scene just totally sucked and I butchered everything O.O I'm sorry! Haha. Uhhh like I said, there will be character death later on. I'm telling you now so no one tries to kill me at the end O.o Anywho, thanks so much for reading. Dean and Michael face-off in 1-2 chapters! Also, when this story ends, look for its sequel called Golden Eyes! Thanks and please continue to review ;)

~Muffy the Dough Slayer~