Chapter 26

"Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

- Shakespeare sonnet 116

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Becky blinked at her phone in shock. Was it possible to be aware you were in the middle of panic attack while having a psychotic break? Sam Winchester did not just text her. He did not just get all angry about her not texting him. And there was no way on God's green earth he just called her and all but demanded she eat dinner with him this Friday.

No.

And under no circumstances had he called it a date.

After everything she had done, this must have been his form of pay back. And she deserved it, of course she did. Becky knew she deserved anything he wanted to torture her with honestly.

Dr. Katz would want to talk about this. He would ask uncomfortable questions about how she felt about Sam; Becky had no clue how she felt, so really there was no reason to tell him about the phone call that didn't actually happen.

Becky scrolled through the text messages that were most likely a trick of her screwed up brain and reread the exchange. Her heart was pounding, but it wasn't the thrilling tingle of her 'self-deluding fantasy'. This was panic.

She thought she loved Sam Winchester when she tricked him into marrying her. She was so sure he was the love of her life.

Turned out, she was right. When she slammed that freaky long knife into that demon… That demon had been in an innocent person's body. She had known she would be killing a demon, but the fact that a person also died had not even weight into her decision. As the body slumped to the floor, she had only felt relief that Sam was safe. And really, that said it all. She murdered a person and didn't even feel guilty, because Sam was safe. When she took a last look at the carnage before leaving she knew she'd been a fool.

As much as she wanted to be a part of that weird world the Winchester brothers lived in, she was basically a normal person. She didn't steal, fight, or perform exorcisms. No Latin spells or Enochian wards were memorized. In fact, she wasn't sure if she would know Latin from Spanish, and she damn well knew Enochian was out of her league.

The first time she held a gun was a year ago; she had thought it would be fun to go to a range. Okay, so she now had a conceal and carry license and a small 9mm Glock with silver rounds in the mag; she still wasn't sure if she would remember to use it if she was attacked.

Yes, Becky loved Sam Winchester. She loved him so much she gave him the annulment and got help. She donated her books and actually had her internet cancelled a few weeks ago when she found herself booting up her laptop to check on her boards. She missed writing her story on LJ, and not having email was a huge pain, but it was for the best that she detox from her addiction to Supernatural in general.

Her addiction to Sam was something else entirely. No amount of distraction kept him from her thoughts. When she found herself in the book store thumbing through a book to help somebody recover from a divorce she'd lost it. How could you recover from being married to somebody who hated you to begin with, who you drugged, and then didn't even sleep with? Where was the damn book to help with that little issue?

So, there was no way she was going to text Sam an address. In fact, she wasn't going to even keep this number. If Sam was going through something, Becky was the last thing he needed. Maybe he was having a little PTSD from their marriage?

She called up her cell phone provider and managed to change numbers. Why was it always such a hassle? 'No, please don't forward anything.' 'Just the standard 'This number has been disconnected.' Thank you.' 'No, I don't need any additional services.' 'Seriously, no thank you.' 'If you give me a 'free trial' of high speed internet, I will start crying right now. Do you want that? Because I swear upon all that is unholy I will have a mental breakdown if you give me internet.' 'Thank you, that will be all.' 'You have a good evening too.'

Becks. He had called her Becks on the phone. He'd called her that when his head had been buried between her thighs, looking up at her with such burning longing that she'd opened up and gave in to her bodily demands.

Walking into the bathroom, she started a hot shower. The best thing to do was just follow her schedule and pretend this was all such twisted delusion. Because of her addictive and obsessive personality, she couldn't trust anything she felt or thought about Sam Winchester. It was very possible she was just coming out of some fugue and had faked the text messages or something to feed her weird obsession.

Dropping her clothes, she stepped into the shower and wet her hair down. No, she knew the texts were real. And she knew that changing her phone number was a stupid knee jerk reaction. She and Sam were not 'meant to be', but honestly she was just not strong enough to talk to him yet. He deserved somebody better. Stronger.

Somebody who didn't need his strong arms to hold her up. His broad sculpted shoulders. The dip of his muscles rolling under that tan skin. He needed somebody who wouldn't trick him into bed. Who was strong enough to stop him when he spooned up to her and pulled her panties down, rubbing her with skill and desire and…

Becky screamed as her fingers worked her clit into the orgasm that had been building since the moment he had called her Becks. Her knees gave out and she dropped to the shower floor and started crying.

There was nothing worse than feeling guilty about coming.

Fuck her life. She'd already screwed it up so badly; looked like she would be making a 'personal emotional inventory' for her session with Dr. Katz on Monday afternoon.

S-S-S-S-S

"Dean?" Cas asked as they sat on the couch watching what appeared to be a documentary about aliens breeding with humans in the ancient world.

"Yeah?" Dean responded while his eyes stayed glued to the strange man with wild hair declaring aliens were the only possible explanation for the advancement of technology throughout human culture.

"Do you love me?" the angel said after taking a deep breath.

"What – ah. Um," Dean said as he clicked the remote to shut the TV off. Cas felt like the air had suddenly gotten heavy and his chest hurt. He could feel his heart beating rapidly, but there was no reason for the sudden increase. No fights, no monsters. For some reason his body was reacting strongly to a fight or flight instinct.

"Do you love me?" Dean asked without answering Cas' question at all. Suddenly Cas felt frustrated and embarrassed; he should have just left it alone, but he needed to hear it. He needed to know.

"I asked first," the angel pointed out, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. From the look on Dean's face he wasn't sure he had completely been successful.

"What is this, first grade? Fine, you know what? Yeah, I guess I do," Dean said as he frowned and ran his hand through his hair. Cas' heart soared for a moment, but then came crashing down. Dean 'guessed' he did. That was hardly a ringing declaration of undying love.

"I see," Cas said as he stood up. It was not often he wanted to run from a problem, but at this moment, Cas wanted nothing more than distance between them. He felt vulnerable and for the first time in recent memory, he was afraid of Dean. Not afraid Dean would harm him, but Dean could still slay him with a careless word. And thoughtlessness was one of Dean's unfortunately well rounded skills.

"What about you?" Dean asked looking up with a weary expression on his face. Cas saw Sam walk into the room behind Dean and made a quick decision. He needed Sam on his side to help ease Dean into a physical relationship. Even if it didn't look so good right now, this was the type of situation he had been hoping for.

"Separating the love I have for Father's favored creation and the love I feel for you is difficult. I believe I love you. I think about you all the time, I wonder what you are doing when we are apart, and before I do things I stop to consider how you would feel about it. I did not think that way before you. I thought about what I should do as it pertained to my role as a soldier and my ability to act in concert with the Host." Cas took a deep breath.

"I would say, on the whole, I love you more than I thought was possible. Your smile alone is enough to make my heart beat faster, and when you hold my hand I feel like my body is trying to fly without the use of my wings. When you told me you had no desire to have further intimate contact with me, my throat felt tight; after I left, my eyes felt like they were stinging." Cas saw Sam's face crumble with sympathy as Dean's simply got more closed off.

"On the balance, I would say that yes, I love you completely without exception. I don't need to think about it or guess. And I believe your response is, unfortunately, what I was expecting," Cas said before giving Dean a solemn nod.

"If you will excuse me for the evening, I think I need to be elsewhere. I will see you tomorrow," Cas managed to give a small half smile to his hunter. Before Dean could think of a response, Cas was gone. He must have made a bee-line for Heaven, because lately that was the only time he flew.

His breathing felt labored. Everything he had said was true, but it was also carefully worded. He needed Dean to see how his actions affected the angel. This was part of his plan to win Dean completely – body and soul so to speak.

Right now, Cas felt the shock and panic flaring from Dean's portion of his Grace. The panic was not part of Cas plan. He had planned to leave so Dean would have time to process the information that Cas loved him. That was troubling. What could cause the panic?

Cas took a long moment to empty his mind. The panic was not one of his variables. How badly it would throw his plan of attack had yet to be seen, but sometimes when you were fighting for something as important as the love of your existence, you needed to make difficult decisions.

And not running back to Dean and comforting him was one of the hardest things Cas had ever done. The doubts were creeping in that he should have done this in a different way. He had wanted to lay his feelings out and needed Dean to see him as vulnerable. He needed Dean to understand Cas was just as new and inexperienced at love as Dean himself was.

At this point, Sam would be Cas' best bet to find out what had gone wrong. Cas' Grace rang in harmony with Dean's soul – He felt the happiness and love, but it was warring with guilt and confusion.

Cas rubbed his temples as he tried to relax. Dean loved him, but he had 'issues'. Well, Cas was nothing if not patient. He would find a way to work through every last one of Dean's problems.

In the mean-time, Cas had some research on the compatibility of souls and Grace and how to bond them together. While Dean held a small portion of Cas' Grace, the hunter couldn't feel it. Additionally, Cas knew it bothered Dean that Cas didn't hold a piece of Dean's soul. The bond was only one way, and that would never work for somebody who valued equality like his hunter.

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"What the hell dude?" Sam yelled, startling Dean from his near catatonic state of shock.

"Cas loves me," the eldest brother said.

"Of course he does you idiot. Why did he leave? What the hell did you do?" Sam asked.

"I… he asked me if I loved him, and I said I guess I did. Fuck," Dean bent double and put his head between his knees.

"That's really shitty man," Sam pointed out. "He kinda' laid it all out there for you."

"Fuck fuck fuck!" came the muffled litany from older man.

"Do you love him?" Sam asked, leaning against the doorframe, well out of reach of his distraught sibling.

"Of course I do! Fuck Sammy. Did you know I can't be his mate because I'm not an angel? Holy shit, what the hell! I'm a fucking girl – Dude, I asked him about angel marriage I think," Dean started breathing with shallow harsh pants. "And babies. I asked about getting pregnant!"

"Oh," Sam said, his eyes widened with surprise. "That's – wow."

"He wouldn't let me touch his wings. He's going to fall because of me, and he deserves to be in Heaven. And why would… Shit. I suck at this whole relationship crap." Dean frowned.

"Yeah, you do. Like seriously – how are we even related?" Sam gave a teasing little grin.

"Well Mr. Smart-Ass, what would you do?" Dean looked at the ceiling, unable to look his brother in the eye.

"First, he deserves to hear you say you love him," Sam said as Dean fought the panic in his chest.

"Right, tell Cas I love him," he knew he sounded like an idiot. Hell, he felt like an idiot, so that fit in perfectly.

"And I guess you should ask him out on a date?" Sam's expression changed. "When was the last time you two went on a date? What did you do on your late date?"

"Um, we had a parking date a while back when we started," Dean waved his hand in a vague way as he shrugged. "When we started seeing each other or whatever."

"You took an Angel of the Lord on a parking date as your first date?" Sam asked incredulously.

"FUCK!" Dean bent his head back between his knees. "Yes, and shut up!"

"God, you're an idiot!" Sam told his brother.

"Oh yeah? Well you aren't doing a whole hell of a lot better in the dating department bitch!" Dean yelled from his prone position.

"Jerk, I have a date this weekend," Sam held his hand up to stop the question Dean was about to ask as he raised his head. "Back on track. Ask your boyfriend out on a date. Buy him flowers, take him to dinner, and tell him his eyes are pretty. You know how to do that part Dean. Seriously. The hard work is done – he loves you. Now, romance him and let him know you love him too." Sam shook his head as if he was having a hard time believing this conversation.

"Right. A date." Dean nodded. He bent his head between his legs for a third time as he realized he was taking dating advice from his girly little brother. The world was out of order; next cats and dogs would be living together and the Redskins would pick the next President.

S-S-S-S-S

Sam walked around his room checking his phone ever few minutes waiting for Becky's text. They had agreed yesterday she would text him the address and as the hours passed by without hearing from her, Sam felt doubt creeping in. Why wasn't she texting him?

"Hello Sam," came the deep voice from behind him.

"Shit!" Sam yelled and dropped his phone.

"I need to speak with you," Cas said.

"Dude, a little warning next time!" Sam realized he sounded exactly like Dean. Weird.

"Apologies. I will wear a bell from now on," Cas said with a straight face. Sam wasn't sure if the angel was joking or not.

"Right. I need to talk to you too. So, what's up?" Sam asked. Cas started to speak before shutting his mouth and shaking his head.

"I know you know the relative position of things, so I will not itemize them," Cas frowned. "What did you need to speak to me about?"

"Oh, you sure? I can wait," Sam suddenly wasn't so sure he wanted to talk to the angel.

"Please continue," Cas sat on the chair next to Sam's desk.

"Look, if I tell you something, will you keep it to yourself? I don't want Dean knowing about it yet, and I really don't want to fight with him over it," Sam ran a hand through his hair

"I will as long as you are not endangering yourself or the world. Again." Cas kept the straight face, but Sam was pretty sure he saw humor in the angel's eyes.

"Fair enough. Do people with good souls do really bad things? Or if you do a super bad thing, is your soul just tarnished beyond all hope?"

"If you are asking about yourself, I can assure you that your soul is battered, but good. Souls can be healed and changed by experience, but of course it varies," Cas explained.

"I asked Becky out," Sam blurted out.

"Your ex-wife. I did wonder when you would see her again," Cas nodded.

"What?" Sam blinked. What the - Really?

"You were very attracted to her when you first met. Even her odd fascination with writing about you and Dean having sex did not stem the attraction. Though she made you extremely uncomfortable with her 'fan-girling', I wondered when you would contact her. You were married in the eyes of God and the law. You are not the type of man to throw that oath away – no matter the circumstances," Cas finished.

What a kick in butt. It was exactly why Sam had kept track of her. He had never thought of it those terms before, but it was everything he felt put in the perfect words. He had married her, and he valued any oath he made. He hated the thought that he had discarded that one even if it had been forced. Because in a different world, he could have seen himself with a perky overly excitable Becky.

"That's very insightful Cas, thanks," Sam smiled nodding his head.

"Her soul is pained, but not tarnished. Her redemption has been hard won," the angel gave Sam a smile that could only come from someone who had been directly touched by the divinity.

"Have you been watching over her?" Sam asked. He was never more grateful that he was friends with an angel than he was at that moment.

"I checked on her several times since your annulment. You thought about her often, and you worry very… loudly. I decided to check on her for you. If there had been a problem, I could then alert you," Cas titled his head. "Did I over step any boundaries? If it helps, she is a Child of Thursday, and I heard her prayers at the time."

"No man, you did a good thing. I shouldn't ask you about what she's thinking now should I?" Sam felt a little shamed even thinking it.

"I am afraid I will not tell you," Cas sighed. "She deserves better than she has, but part of herself imposed punishment is tearing her apart. Anything further, you will have to talk to her."

"Thanks man," Sam smiled at the angel. "Oh, what did you need to talk to me about?"

"I love your brother," Cas said with no emotion in his voice. It was a little sweet the way he looked so serious about the fact that he loved Dean.

"I know Cas. I heard," Sam softened his voice as his heart melted a little. Cas looked so open and guileless. "He loves you too ya' know?"

"I believe he does. It hurt my feelings when he could not say it aloud," the angel looked Sam in the eye with that unblinking stare.

"He just wants to keep you from falling," Sam explained. He thought Dean was actually showing how deeply he loved his angel by trying to keep Cas from making a mistake and fall.

"I understand that is his goal," Cas nodded.

Sam watched as expressions played across his friends face. He was unsure of what was about to come next, but he really didn't expect the words that followed.

"I do not care if I fall Sam. Angels have left the Host for different reasons since time began. I would be honored if Dean decided he wanted to be with me for the rest of his life. I would stay by his side and when he passes, I would follow him into the Heaven he creates for us." Cas' creepy blue eyes felt like a search light burrowing into Sam's soul.

"Oh. Wow." Sam couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I know Dean wants me to remain in the Host, and for him I will try," Cas paused before looking at Sam again. "Do you believe in free will?"

"Of course!" Sam replied as he searched for something he must have missed in the conversation. He clearly wasn't use to Cas' sudden shift in topics. He'd heard Dean complain or laugh about it in the past, but this was his first experience with it. Weird didn't even begin to cover it.

"So, free will allows you make choices. You can make good or bad choices, even change your mind, and that seems like the natural order to you?" Cas asked. Sam was aware this was leading somewhere.

"Free will is God's greatest gift, that's the lesson we are taught," Sam nods his agreement before adding, "I know when my choices are limited it pisses me off." Pissed off was a very mild term. Sam absolutely hated being told what he could and could not do.

"Then why is Dean allowed to set restrictions on my free will that I fought Heaven, the Host, and Archangels for? I want him," Cas looked so confused and sad. Sam was afraid the angel was about to burst out in tears.

"I don't think you understand what Dean's trying to do…" Sam trailed off as Cas shook his head.

"I do not think either of you understand. For millenniums I have followed every order given to me. No questions, no hesitation. Now, after fighting, dying, and literally becoming a God, the Winchester brothers have decided I am unable to make a choice that only affects myself. If I fall, I can still hunt. I will still be the same person. Is my angelic Grace truly the source of my value to the two of you? Am I without value as only a person?" Cas finally asked.

"You have more value than either of us," came the rough reply from the doorway. Sam looked over and saw his big brother looking at the angel with so much love in his eyes Sam felt like he was intruding.

"Come on, Cas," Dean held his hand out to the angel. Cas' smile was almost shy as he walked over to take Dean's hand.

Before leaving, the angel turned back to Sam and looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Sam? Love is always worth it. Love is worth everything." Cas followed Dean out of the room and Sam had the very distinct feeling Cas was talking about a certain blonde in Jefferson City.

"Just need to point out babe – that was a chick flick moment," Sam heard his brother explain as their footsteps faded down the hall.

S-S-S-S-S

Dean sat next to his angel on the hood of Baby. Okay Dean Winchester, he said to himself, time to man up. This isn't rocket science.

"Cas, I love you. I'm not big on mushy stuff, so – yeah. I love you, and that's all really," Dean felt like the biggest idiot. Really, they were just no words. He didn't need to act like such a pussy. "Might not say it often or enough, but don't doubt it, okay?"

"Thank you, Dean," Cas leaned sideways and rested his head on his hunters strong shoulder. "I know that was not easy for you to say."

"Dude, you're supposed to say I love you too, not thank you," Dean said while rolling his eyes. Okay, he admitted his feelings and nothing bad happened. No demons, no earthquakes, no holy smiting fire.

"Oh. But I already said it. You heard me tell your brother I love you. Why would I need to repeat it?" Cas looked completely baffled.

"You are, undoubtedly, the single most awesome boyfriend ever!" Dean grinned.

"I do not have extensive knowledge of this area of the human experience. Our relationship just went to the 'next level', correct?" Cas did those dumb ass air quotes.

"You and me. This is it for me, Cas. I'm not going anywhere; you're not going anywhere. We may as well pick out china," Dean grinned. He felt a little slap happy to be honest. He'd never before even thought about saying anything like this, but for Cas… Fuck, for Cas he would do anything. Even china and flatware if his angel wanted it.

Please God – I know you are actually there now. Please don't let Cas want china and flatware. What the hell would we do with that shit? Seriously, make Cas want something useful. Like a hammer or a chainsaw or something. Even sheets or towels, but please – No china or flatware. That stuff is just too white picket fence. Wait, can Cas ask for pie? –Love, Dean

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" the hunter looked down and kissed his angel's head.

Dear God – When Cas asks for flatware or whatever stupid thing he wants, I want pie. Like pie of the month club for the rest of my life. Only if needs to come every week. On a Wednesday, because Wednesday's suck. –Love, Dean

"I have free will. I know you are doing what you think is best, but you know I plan on making it very difficult for you to deny me, right?" Cas rubbed his hand on Dean's denim clad thigh.

"Yep, I know babe," Dean said picking up the angel's hand and putting it on the hood. "Hey Cas?"

"Yes Dean?"

"You know I'm going to hold out now, because I will win. It's a challenge," Dean smirked and turned to look into Cas' eyes. "I'm going to outlast you baby."

"I think we need to revise the terms of our agreement," Cas said leaning up to place a kiss on his hunter's lips.

"Hit me with it," Dean smiled and leaned to plant a kiss on Cas' neck.

Dear God – Is it bad form to ask for a lot of sex? I'm just wondering, because you're finally there and all. So, to sum up: I would like pie and sex. A lot of each, though more sex than just on Wednesday – Love, Dean

"Wait, we both want to get naked now, correct?" the angel's bright blue eyes filled with longing.

"Sounds like it. But I still have this over developed since of duty and want you to make up with Heaven, before I let you pop my cherry," Dean grinned and winked as Cas' mouth fell open.

"Pop your cherry? I believe that is the term for when one gives up their virginity." Cas' eyes roamed over Dean's body hungrily.

"Yep. If I win, you get to fuck me into the mattress. You stay an angel in full power in good graces or whatever, and I'll give it up," Dean winked at his angel.

"You don't have to-" Cas' breathing was unsteady. "I am trying very hard to be honorable Dean. I know you are not in favor of the idea."

Dear God – Please help Cas have no honor. – Love, Dean

"Let's say I did a little research of my own. I'll try it – but you gotta' get juiced up and get everything fixed upstairs first," Dean was so fucking hard right now. Cas looked hot as hell with his lust blown eyes. The desire pouring through every movement, adding an elegant grace to his hips as he thrust himself off the hood.

"Dean Winchester, I believe our new agreement is you win by my returning to full power, and I get to 'fuck' you silly. If I win by getting you to give in before the situation can be resolved, I get you 'pounding me through the mattress'. Correct?" Cas' mouth forming those dirty words was almost the end of Dean. Seriously, of all the filthy things that mouth had done to Dean's body, hearing those words affected him more than he thought was humanly possible.

"Wait," Dean ran through the words again. Dean wins if Cas is a full on angel and then gets his ass pounded by a soldier of the Lord in his full glory. Dean loses if Cas breaks his revolve to wait and Dean gets to have sex then too.

"There has to be a better down side. Either way I get to have your hot body," Dean frowned. What was he missing? "Wait, what do you mean by resolved?"

"Dean, we both know I am in danger of falling completely at this point. What if I fall? Is your love contingent on my status in Heaven as part of the Host?" Cas wrinkled his nose as if he had smelled something rotten.

"Dude! Of course not!" Dean started.

Cas frowned and tapped his fingers on Dean's thigh as he slid between them.

"Then, our last agreed upon alteration included to no making out, no sexual touching below the belt, and no dating other people until a solution or of resolution is found. Also no sexual pictures send by text, email, or printed out. Including pictures of animals having sex, and that really wasn't necessary to add Dean. Really."

Dean smirked.

"So, our new agreement should be… We agree to no making out, no sexual touching below the belt, and no dating other people until a solution or resolution is found. No sexy pictures of any kind, including animal sex. If you hold out within those boundaries, you promise to allow me to pop your cherry. If I am able to break your will and get you naked, What must I give up Dean?"

Dear God – You know what, if I have to pick between Cas and pie, I pick Cas covered in pie. Should that be my thingy? Like, I let Cas pop my cherry, or he lets me eat pie off him? – Love Dean

Dean looked out the bay door into the yard of metal and rust he loved so much. What would be a good bargaining chip for Dean to not give in? Because honestly, right now there was very little reason for him to keep it in his pants aside from his stubborn competitive pride. Something he wanted.

"I get your wings. Spread out, displayed, and under my hands whenever I want," Dean's grin turned feral. "I get to touch them, clean them, and I would freaking own them Cas."

"Oh," Cas was clearly surprised with Dean's named prize. "I see. We each put something important up, but we each win regardless. I believe that is an excellent bet."

"You got it man. So our new agreement is…" Dean waited for the words from Cas.

Ding.

"What the hell?" Dean frowned as he pulled the phone out of his pocket. It better not be a stupid case right now. Sam had the worse ability to cock block.

Dean – shut up. Seriously. He's my son; it's beyond disturbing. –G

Dean blinked at his phone. No. Fucking. Way. He turned to Cas, but his angel was lost in thought as he tried to form a new agreement. Agreement? It was more a sex game now, but still… Dean looked back at his phone. The screen was blank now, and a quick check showed nothing in the call log about a text being received.

Wow. He had a direct line to God. And God fucking answered. Okay, that was the single coolest thing EVER.

"Hold on, This is going to take a moment to word correctly. We keep adding things. No making out, sexual touching below the belt, and no dating other people until a solution or resolution is found. If Dean gives in to Cas' super-hot body, Cas gets to 'pop Dean's cherry'. If Dean holds out until the resolution is found, Dean gets Cas' wings." Cas finished looking at Dean with a question on his normally unexpressive face.

Wait, getting a text from God was the second coolest thing ever. Listening to Cas talk about fucking was the best. Unless actually fucking Cas should be the best. So maybe the God thing was number three. It the top five for sure.

"You forgot something baby," Dean said as he held up a pretend camera and snapped a photo.

"If you insist. In addition the following rules will be followed: no photos of sexy times, including animal sex. Also, Dean agrees to give Cas one hickey a week." The angel stared at him with a challenge in his eyes.

"Whatever – I can give you a hickey if you want one. I would have given you one without the agreement," Dean whispered in Cas' neck as he pulled them close together. He nuzzled his angel's neck and inhaled that unique scent that spoke of fresh air before a thunderstorm and home and making love on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

Dean opened his mouth and licked his angel's collar bone before settling in to give a line of hickeys that trailed down Cas' neck to his chest.

By the time Dean managed to finish the fourth one, Cas was thrusting his groin into air; his moans had turned desperate. Damn, his angel sure did get off on cute little neck bruises. There was an edge of pain, and Dean felt bad. It was one thing to torture somebody who knew the score, but Cas was still such a newbie at sex…

"How about one more condition on the agreement?" Dean whispered in Cas' ear with a little nip as he finished talking.

"Mmm, yes. Whatever you want, yes," Cas groaned. Dean grinned and lifted one of the angel's hands that had wrapped around his shoulders and pressed it on the clearly aching bulge in Cas' pants.

"Let's add: Touching yourself through clothing is fine. – agreed?" Dean spoke into Cas' open panting mouth.

"Yes," Cas hissed as his hand started working through the fabric. He clutched his cock and pulled as much as possible. In a surprisingly few tugs, Cas held his breath as his orgasm washed over him.

"Fuck baby," Dean said, his voice roughened by the vision of hedonistic pleasure he'd just watched. "So fucking hot you did that."

"I want to watch you do it," Cas looked at Dean. The blue in his angel's eyes was still almost invisible – his pupils blown so wide, eyes half lidded.

Dean moaned and leaned back against the hood and started working himself through his pants.

"Pinch your nipple," Cas commanded, his eyes raking over the body in front of him. Dean grinned as he rubbed his nipple through the tee shirt. He pinched, but it didn't feel as awesome as usual. He didn't get off doing that through fabric. He slipped his hand under the soft cotton, and did it again. His hips pitched forward.

"Fuck," he muttered as he started working his dick through his pants. He let his shirt fall as his free hand went to cup his balls in the tight confines. His eyes were closed as he pictured his angel doing this just a moment before, but this time, Cas had his shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. The tie was lying on the pale chest, and the top button of his pants was undone. With every other stroke, Dean could see the tip of Cas' dick, wet with pre come peek over boxers, and his angel's head thrown back.

"Do you want to know something?" Cas asked, having moved next to Dean without being noticed.

"Argg," was all Dean got out between panting and hanging on to his fantasy.

"I can feel the come in my pants right now. I could have cleaned it away, but I want to feel the mess I made while thinking about you. And I want you to come in your pants and think about me. We can go to a diner, eat some pie, and look at each other across the table. Nobody will know our dirty little secret, just you and I. Uncomfortable, sticky, and dirty – a nasty little secret. And when you start getting hard as I lick some cherry filling off my fork, you will think about how I am hard across the table. You will know I am thinking about licking that filling off your cock. When I reach under the table to adjust myself, only you will know I am hard again in the mess you helped make," Cas whispered and followed it up with a lick to the shell of Dean's ear.

"When we get home, I will take a shower; you'll know I'm cleaning you off my body. You won't mind though, because you know I'll just touch myself again before I get out. I'll come again, thinking about how we just sat in a room full of people and none of them even suspected what we were thinking about. I like that idea Dean; I need you to come so we can go get some pie."

He came. Holy fuck did he come.

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An – Because I love it so much… Sonnet 116 is one of the greatest bits of English ever written.

The Redskins – According to the rule, since the Redskins moved to Washington in 1937, for 17 of 18 Presidential elections the following happened: If the Redskins win their last home game, the incumbent party will win the election. If they lose that last home game, the challenging party wins the election. I don't know – that's the story! Also, I am not PC. Sorry – they're the Redskins. I'm an Atlanta Braves girl, and my mom's HS was the Blue Devils. I don't play the whole change team names so people won't be offended stuff.

Ancient Aliens is the TV show referred to – host Giorgio A. Tsoukalos. And yes, there is a Facebook page dedicated to his hair. It's that crazy. Crazy Awesome!