Dean's eyes flew open, and he gasped. To his embarrasement, his cheeks were wet. He sat up, glancing at Sam. 'Crap. He's awake.' Furiously rubbing his cheeks dry, he cleared his throat. "Morning Sammy." Sam's response was soft and caring, meaning he had noticed how Dean had woken up. "Morning, Dean. You want breakfast? Or just coffee?" Dean sighed. 'Damn dreams. Now Sammy is worried too.' He ran a hand through his hair, trying to organise his thoughts. "Pancakes, please, Sammy. With syrup." Sam smiled and got up. "Be back in a tick." The door closed behind him and Dean moaned, flopping face first in his pillow. He really needed a drink. His head was way too much occupied with dying on Sam's next birthday, and blue-eyed angels. He bunched his fists under his pillow and burried his head in it. Something soft brushed his knuckles. Swiftly he threw his pillow aside, to reveal the black feather. A blueish sheen lay over it and Dean inhaled a shuddering breath. 'Cas...' he thought longingly. '... I wish you were real. I wish you were here...' He scrunched his face up against the tears that seemed to want to spill again.
"Hello Dean." Dean shot up. 'No way! That's impossible!' Next to his bed, the darkhaired, trenchcoat wearing man had shown up. "Cas?" Dean breathed. A small smile quirked the pink, chapped lips up. "Yes, Dean. It's me." Dean blamed it on his unstable mindset, but he jumped up and pulled the guy in a hug, burrying his head in the crook of that lean neck. Inhaling the scent that lingered there, Dean felt his body relax instantly. "Cas..." he said relieved. "You're here, you're real." Cas returned his hug, pressing his cheek softly against Dean's hair. "Of course I am. You prayed to me. I had to come." His gravelly voice had Dean's heart flutter and grow warm. "You're an actual angel." A soft chuckle. "Yes, I am. But I don't think Heaven would be very welcoming, should I wish to return." Reluctant, Dean pulled back a bit. "What?" Cas' cerulean eyes twinkled up at him. "It is not of import, Dean. What is, is that you prayed to me." Dean smiled down on him. "That's true." he answered, his eyes on those pink lips. "I missed you, Cas." A soft sigh escaped Cas and he licked his lips. Dean watched that little pink tip dart out and in, and he dipped his head to chase it.
Their lips met, and in unison they groaned at the contact. Dean deepened the kiss and Cas followed him. Somewhere in Dean's head something fizzed, like a shortcircuit, and Dean took the dark head in his hands. When Cas moaned, Dean licked along his bottom lip, tasting, asking, and Cas opened his mouth with a sigh. Dean dipped his tongue in and the silky feel of Cas' tongue against his own, turned his bones to goo. "Cas..." Dean gasped against his lips. Cas eyes had fluttered shut and Dean loved the way those thick, dark lashes lay like down on his cheekbones. "You're beautiful." he breathed, only to bite his lip straight after. 'Oh god! How sappy can I get?' Cas smiled and his eyes cracked open. Deep blue and amazingly appealing. "Dean... how is it that you've changed so much, but still say exactly what you always said to me back home?" Dean smiled back. "Cas, I missed you. I missed you, even when I didn't know I did. I dreamed of you, of us, and I couldn't shake the memories." Cas lay his head against Dean's pects, inhaling deeply. "I missed you too, Diniël." Dean gasped. "What?" Cas looked up at him again. "I said I missed you." Dean shook his head. "What did you call me?" Cas tilted his head, and Dean sighed at how cute it was. "Oh. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have. But it is your old name. Please, don't hold it against me if I use it at times. I will try and call you Dean." Dean bit his lip. "That's ok, Cas. But I do think we should talk. With Sam here too." Cas nodded. "I will wait." He glanced up at Dean, deep blue eyes in stark contrast with his dark lashes. "Can... can we cuddle while we wait?" Dean licked his lips and resolutely told his libido 'no'. "Of course, Cas. C'mere." He pulled the angel in and made them comfortable on his bed.
