Hi my lovely readers x) admit it, nobody reads on Mondays, am I right? Or was that last chapter so horrendous? Sobs sobs I hope not x) (I received less mail notifications and was kind of worried haha, but then I realized there are 1000 other Destiel fics out there, I, for example currently read like 4 or 5 at the same time, and it's difficult to find time for them all, and try to write and work too hahaha) For those who read it and liked it and especially for those who commented on it, thank you –so- much, your words mean the world to me! I hope you like the next chapter as well… (wonders if I should change the rating to explicit lol x3 )

Chapter 37

Raindrops were forming small rivulets, as they were running down Castiel's dark hair, over his forehead and eyebrows. He blinked against the intruding water, but then he saw Dean reached out his hand; he halted it in midair for the length of a second, his eyes never leaving Castiel's, as if he was asking him for permission. Astonished Castiel saw there was so much wonder and chaos dwelling in Dean's dark, green eyes, like he still thought Castiel wasn't real, that he was nothing but a hallucination. The outstretched fingers moved, and they came to rest on Castiel's forehead; gently they stroked the water away, and as Dean's fingertips glided along Castiel's temple, he breathed in shakily. Dean's touch set him on fire, the warmth of his fingers heated him up to the bone. He had been in dire need for these knowing fingertips for far too long...

The ghost of a smile appeared on Dean's lips hesitantly, and his eyes beheld Castiel with a tender expression, and Castiel enjoyed every second he could observe Dean's beautiful face. His heart slammed brutally inside of him, and his cheeks blushed, as he saw Dean approached him, so that their bodies were very close to each other. Dean's fingers slid down to Castiel's cheek, and he cupped it in a worshiping manner; his thumb brushed over the wet skin lovingly, and Castiel became hypersensitive due to this tiny, simple caress. He stiffened as he concentrated on the friction of Dean's thumb against his stubbly skin, while he drowned in his eyes at the same time. How he had ached for Dean's attention, how he had longed for his tenderness, the scent of his body, those eyes resting on his... His heart skipped a beat as he got lost in Dean's stunning features.

"I'm dreaming...", Dean mumbled, and Castiel smiled peacefully at him. To show him he was not a fantasy, he uplifted his hand and placed it above Dean's, which still framed his cheek, and he pressed Dean's fingers confirmatively. He noticed, Dean's breathing stopped for a second, then Dean tilted his head and came closer, and in a heartbeat, he had pressed his lips onto Castiel's, and their eyelids closed. His hand slid to Castiel's neck, and he applied pressure, so that they could merge easier – for a second, both of them kept still, their mouths just touching, and Castiel breathed Dean's scent in hungrily. How he had missed these pliant, soft lips, the desire he could feel coursing through Dean's whole body, a desire, that was meant for him alone... It didn't take long, and Dean's fingers got lost in Castiel's dark, wet hair, and he pulled him against him, and they were kissing passionately, impetuously. Castiel thought he felt how both his and Dean's knees weakened, and he heard Dean's sweet sigh, felt its whiff inside his mouth. He hummed appreciatively, and tilted his head, so that Dean could roam his mouth with his tongue effortlessly; he couldn't hold back the aroused moan as their tongues slid lewdly together, and he massaged Dean's tongue with his own as their kisses became most frantic and unrestrained.

Memories came back to him, how Dean had yelled at him in prison, how he had collapsed that night in front of Anna's grave. He heard the echo of his own sobs in his ears, and they meshed with Dean's heart-wrenching confessions, his inability to trust Castiel again. All of it was washed away through their frantic kisses, Dean's mouth felt like a curing medicine to Castiel, and he moved even closer to kiss him back with the same force, the same, intense affection.

They separated, panting heavily, and through half-closed eyes they regarded the other man thoughtfully. Dean's lips glistened in the dim, warm, electric light with the remnants of their kisses, and Castiel's heart leapt into his throat when he detected the blackness in his dilated eyes. Dean's hand was still in his hair, and he began to twist some damp strands between his fore- and middle finger, while he licked his bottom lip nervously; Castiel realized Dean's cheeks were reddened, as if he was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Cas... I'm so, so sorry...", Dean quietly said, and he averted his eyes from Castiel's. Every sensible thought vanished, as Castiel moved his hand, so that he could uplift Dean's jaw with his fingers gently, to make his lover meet his gaze once more. Their eyes met, and Dean appeared flustered and emotionally fragile to Castiel, and he couldn't stop looking into his gorgeous eyes. It felt timeless to be in his presence again, and he smiled fondly at him, as he concluded, not even time mattered, when he was together with Dean. They seemed cut off from the world outside, cut off from confining concepts like time or reason; the cold downpour of this summer evening and the thunderclouds in the sky were forming a shield against everyone who might dare to disturb them.

Castiel's head was filled with the whooshing sound of the rain, the electric crackle of thunderbolts, and the ravaging storm playing with the trees and shrubberies outside. The longer he took in Dean's beguiling appearance, the tighter Castiel's jeans became, and a hot throb ran through his abdomen. Dean's nearness was addicting, he could feel his body heat pouring out and towards him like a sweet, clingy embrace, and it stuck to his flesh in the most enticing manner. His lips were still vibrating with Dean's fervent, skilled kisses.

He bit his bottom lip to suppress a moan, as he let his thumb brush over Dean's lip slowly, and Dean opened his mouth sensually, and his hot, moist breaths fanned against Castiel's skin. He was losing it, he was absolutely losing it.

"It's okay, Dean", he heard himself say mildly, and satisfaction rumbled within him, because it really was okay – they were coming together again, they were understanding the other again. All those days spent between agony and heartache seemed far away, their brittle hearts found solace in each other's company. Castiel felt how the pain was uplifted from his body, and he felt so light, so alive, his whole body seemed to buzz with love and bliss. Now that they were healing, the desire for his lover ate him up, and he wanted to devour him and be devoured by him desperately. It had been too many nights without him, his body almost hurt in want of his touches, his caresses...Castiel breathed heavily, filled with pent-up desire for Dean; it had been so long, too damn long... one and a half week without him had felt like an eternity, so he wasn't surprised when his arms came around Dean's waist, and as he pulled him flush against his body, his drenched clothes, and as raw want sifted through his every pore.

Their faces were barely millimeters apart, as their eyes regarded the other appraisingly – they drank in each trembling exhale, that warmed the other's lips, each shiver of the other's body that ran through their's as well. Castiel felt incredibly happy and wanted, when he detected how Dean's eyes lowered, and how they rested on his lips greedily. In an instant they lunged forward and lashed into each other, and their kisses were wild and lustful. They slowed down and kissed more thoughtfully, as Dean's hands slipped down to Castiel's ass, and as he began to knead his butt cheeks through his wet jeans forcefully. Castiel gasped into their kiss, by instinct he moved his pelvis, and it crushed against Dean's hardened groin and caused a divine friction, which made both men moan quietly.

They pulled apart, understanding their craving for each other didn't permit a delay. His lungs were crying for air, as Castiel stood in front of Dean and beheld his lover – Dean was so breathtakingly beautiful... his lips were kiss-swollen and red, his green eyes were hooded with lust, his cheeks were blushed with desire... Gently Castiel touched Dean's opened button-down, and he shoved the sanguine fabric down his broad shoulders, his eyes remaining on Dean's, as he allowed his fingers to stroke over Dean's upper arms and forearms; he loved to feel the goosebumps on Dean's skin, how the little hair stood on end, due to his ghostlike, careful touch. Dean took off his black shirt and threw it away, revealing his taut, upper body, and Castiel's mouth watered as he absorbed the seductive torso in front of him. Before he knew it, he had placed his palms on Dean's pecs and stomach, and he let them roam to have their fill of what they had missed so dearly. Dean's skin was warm and smooth, and he couldn't stop stroking the delves of his ribs, of his protruding hipbones, his eyes were fixed on Dean's upper body all the time. He was so fascinated, he was barely aware that Dean's fingers worked on their own, as they began to unbutton Castiel's soaked, blue short-sleeved shirt skillfully.

Their foreheads came together the more buttons Dean undid, and Castiel bit his bottom lip in excited agitation, as he felt Dean's fingers removed the shirt finally and started caressing his naked chest and back, as if he was starving for Castiel's body. For a while they couldn't do anything else, they stood in the dim light of the building, forehead to forehead, while the stormy wind blew inside and cooled their heated figures, and their hands ran over planes of muscles, hilts of bones and sinews; a fire burnt inside of Castiel, and it boiled in the pit of his stomach and consumed his heart and soul wholly. He listened to Dean's hitched breathing, and it aroused him to hear the little shudder within each exhale. Dean's knowing hands were undoing him thoroughly and easily, and he found he moved his body towards those teasing fingers more and more often – his own caresses became idle, when Dean decided to bite into his neck playfully and to seize his hips vigorously, and he held on to his shoulders, as Dean fell down on his knees and gnawed at his hipbones hungrily.

He looked down at his lover in awe, and he watched him as he undid his jeans with rough, hectic movements; he saw, Dean's fingers where trembling with nervousness, and his head was tilted as he focused on his task. He let him pull down his jeans and boxershorts in one go, and he didn't even feel embarrassed or awkward, as he stood naked in front of his lover in his garage, while the fresh wind blew inside and stroked his frame and stimulated each fiber of his skin – Dean's scraping teeth were too distracting to worry about such trifles. A wicked tongue moved along his hipbones, there were gentle, yet brusque bites into the lean flesh of his abdomen, and Castiel's grip on Dean's shoulders tightened as his abs constricted with shocked lust – a hot wave of desire poured down on him, and his legs became wobbly, as Dean's hot, moist breath ghosted over his exposed erection.

He saw the pink head of it was already leaking with precome, and he was painfully aroused; his length was thick and throbbed with pleasure, he was rock-hard. His fingers combed through Dean's short-cropped, blonde hair gently, and he tugged forcefully at the strands, as Dean opened his sinful, plump lips and wrapped them around his sensitive cock. God, how he had missed this luscious mouth... His lover knew exactly how to undo him... Dean took him inside, so slowly, so goddamn slowly, and Castiel heard his own whimper, as he was losing the connection to his mind. He was overpowered with sensations, as wet heat closed in on him. He could feel Dean's throat squeezing him, the supple structure of his tongue, as he moved it alongside the underpart of his length hungrily. He choked on his own breath as Dean began to suck him off eagerly, and he couldn't hold in his throaty, husky moans, as he threw his head back and basked in the sweet, torturous feelings Dean gave him. Whenever Dean deep-throated him, Castiel's whole body shuddered with pleasure, and his fingernails dug into Dean's shoulders helplessly. Castiel thought he was losing his mind, as he mewled agitatedly, he listened to the smacking sounds of Dean's blow job, as he felt how he gulped and his throat constricted around him.

They were both out of breath, when Dean let go of him a few moments later – the way he looked up into his eyes struck Castiel hard. He felt devoured by Dean's darkened, dilated eyes; there was a hunger visible in them, which made Castiel's heart skip a beat, and he gulped nervously.

"Lay down", Dean ordered in a whisper, which made a hot shiver run down Castiel's spine, and he complied without a thought and lay down on the cold, concrete ground. It felt freezing against his heated, naked body. He didn't mind the oil stains and the overall dirt on the floor - his every thought was bent on Dean, as he watched the younger man strip in front of him teasingly slowly. A tender expression danced in his green eyes as he looked down on Castiel, while he removed the last of his clothes. As he lowered himself, and as their naked bodies collided from their chests to their calves, they both moaned and sighed high-pitched, and Castiel's eyes narrowed as waves of lust overmastered him. Dean's skin on his, the familiar weight of his body on top of him, the heat, which radiated from him so powerfully... It was perfect, and Castiel dispersed in the intensity of their togetherness. Nothing compared to the way their bodies came together, they were the missing piece to each other; their limbs entangled effortlessly, and their torsos slid against each other maddeningly. Castiel could have spent an eternity enjoying Dean's naked body moving on top of his, and he sighed most pleased as he got lost in the sensation of his smooth skin sticking to his damp body.

His hands touched Dean's muscular back, and he groped his shoulders and ass greedily while he observed Dean's face became nothing but a mask of sensuality and yearning. His lids were closed, his brows were furrowed, and his mouth stood slightly agape, as sweet moan after moan fled from him, while Castiel's hands roamed all over his body. Castiel's own desire was brain-damaging, there was something about feeling Dean's immense, hot erection pressing against his abdomen promisingly. It twitched several times, and Castiel wondered when he had felt Dean inside of him the last time. His insides twisted into a hot lump of lust, and his hole was already throbbing, in want of Dean's dick moving inside him.

Dean seemed to compose himself for a minute, because he opened his eyes and smiled down on Castiel softly. Castiel watched how his lover angled his head, then he felt him bite into his throat energetically, sucking at his Adam's apple enticingly, and Castiel writhed and trembled against the younger man desperately. Dean elicited loud, shaky moans from him, as he had his way with him and moved his knowing mouth down on his body. There were breathy kisses against his erect nipples, clawing fingernails leaving red bruises on his ribs. Teasing bites and licks on his stomach, and Castiel was lolling on the ground breathlessly, completely overwhelmed with the intensity of his yearning for Dean. He was so gone, he couldn't even say a single word, as Dean nibbled at the sensitive skin of his thighs, as he left dark hickeys on his pale flesh.

Automatically, he uplifted his pelvis in seductive movements, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he felt Dean's tongue licking around his twitching entrance oh so slowly. God, it felt so amazing, so filthy, so... Castiel heard his own lengthy groan, and his voice sounded desperate, high-pitched, oozing with sex. Dean's hands grabbed his thighs and pulled them forcefully apart, as he dipped his tongue inside Castiel's hole. Castiel's whole body shook and he couldn't hold his hips still, as they rotated around Dean's invasive tongue. Then Dean pushed his tongue deep inside, licking at the insides of Castiel's narrow tunnel, and he screamed in pleasure as Dean circled his swollen, sweat spot, the tip of his tongue pressed against it brutally. Stars were dancing before Castiel's eyes, and his shaky fingers held on to Dean's head between his legs helplessly. The first, scorching hot waves of his orgasm were closing in on him, and his stomach's muscles tightened, the longer Dean licked against his spot greedily.

Dean let go of him for a second, and he looked up into Castiel's flushed face with pensive, dilated eyes. He licked his bottom lip hungrily, then he let his forefinger vanish inside his mouth completely. Castiel felt frozen, utterly stunned, as he watched how Dean steered his wet finger towards his quavering, salivant entrance; a grim satisfaction veiled Dean's features, as he shoved his finger slowly inside, broadening Castiel's hole as he moved it in small, sensual circles. The heat and the pressure inside of Castiel were too much, his lids fluttered, and he felt his eyes were rolling into the back of his head again. He was tossing and turning due to Dean's skilled ministrations, and the moans, which fell from his mouth, became longer and louder, and he uplifted his hips to meet Dean's finger fucking into him repeatedly.

"Look at you, baby,... so beautiful, Cas... so willing", Dean rasped with a hoarse, breathless voice, and it produced an affectionate, consuming warmth inside of the older man. He was cursing inwardly, as he understood, he was trusting Dean wholly once more, he couldn't help it. Though his lover had broken his heart, he couldn't stay away, he needed Dean, he needed all of him, and if he had a second chance, he would do it all over again. His half-closed eyes were fixed on Dean's, and he saw such a consuming fire burning in Dean's eyes as they regarded Castiel in his most intimate, opened presentation, struggling with his own breaths as his hot orgasm was approaching him – two of Dean's fingers were working inside of him now, and they fucked Castiel thoroughly and deeply, while Dean bit his bottom lip sensually, and Castiel knew, he always wanted to see Dean looking at him like that. As if he was important, as if he mattered. His heart shattered into millions of pieces as he sensed how hard he had fallen for Dean, and that he never wanted to leave him again, even if it was going to kill him. He smiled a little bit, as Dean massaged his sweat spot slowly, and as he saw how attentively Dean was watching him losing it.

"I love you", fell easily from his mouth, then he reached his brutal climax and hot squirts of come streamed out of his dick, painted and warmed his abdomen and Dean's. Dean came at him and attacked his lips passionately, and Castiel replied to Dean's feverish kisses breathlessly; he heard his own, low moans as he rode out each tremendous wave of his intense orgasm. He bathed in the pleasant warmth spreading inside his whole body, while his lips were touching Dean's. As he came down, huffing and puffing, he dared to open his eyes, and he saw Dean's staring at him right above him. Their lips let go of each other, and he saw how affected Dean was, because there was a touched notion lingering in his eyes as he watched Castiel with a mellow expression.

"I love you too", he confirmed quietly, and Castiel smiled satisfied. His sweat was sticking to his and Dean's body, and Dean didn't seem to mind his come was spread between them and cooling off. Castiel savoured the feeling of Dean rubbing his rock-hard length against his abdomen, and he figured he would have come again had Dean kept doing this for a little while longer. But then, all at once, Dean's warmth left him, and he watched him walk away towards the opened doors of the hall. He felt deeply struck by Dean's admirable features, how the white thunderbolts in the evening's sky underlined his muscles, the curves of his bones and his flesh. The rain behind him looked like a neverending, shielding curtain, and the stormy wind ruffled Dean's hair, making him look wild and untamed. His eyes were gleaming at Castiel's, and for a second he thought, Dean was a nature spirit, he looked so unearthly beautiful, hauntingly beautiful, and it hurt Castiel from head to toe with terrible pleasure. In this moment he could have died without a single regret, just to see Dean this way – so blunt and raw, naked and unspoiled – he hid nothing from Castiel, and Castiel for his part wanted Dean to detect his being in the same, exposed manner.

Dean stooped and fetched something from a bag near the door, and he returned to Castiel with slow, hesitant steps, making eye contact with his lover. As he knelt down in front of him, between his spread legs, Castiel saw Dean put the condom and small bottle of lube aside. Dean was gnawing at his bottom lip as he seized Castiel's thighs and draped them around his waist, drawing Castiel nearer and against his heat. Castiel observed Dean's dilated eyes, how his taut chest shuddered with each trembling, deep breath. He gasped when he felt Dean's erect, throbbing cock sliding between his butt cheeks, pressing against the crack of his ass. Dean's fingers pushed his thighs forcefully apart, and he moaned, as he rubbed his sensitive length against Castiel repeatedly, his lids falling shut due to the intensity of their flesh colliding. Castiel couldn't tear his eyes away from Dean in his aroused state, he felt the first convulses of his abdomen, and his own cock was coming to life again. Dean's opened his eyes, apparently somewhat strained, and he smiled meekly at his lover, spread out in front of him.

"I need you, baby... I need you", Dean exhaled, and his voice had become dark and husky. The mere sound of his voice made Castiel's hair stand on end, and he choked on his own breaths. His heart leapt into his throat, and he could only nod to show Dean his consent. God, he wanted him... he wanted him so badly, it tore him in two. With shaky fingers, Dean grabbed the condom and tore it open, and Castiel shooed his hands away determinately, as he took the condom and rolled it over Dean's pulsating erection slowly, their eyes never leaving the other's. Dean moaned, as Castiel had unrolled it to the hilt, and he grabbed the lube quite naturally and slathered his lover's erection generously; he loved the way Dean's fingernails bruised his hips as he pulled him closer, while Castiel massaged his dick with a tight fist and forceful, lengthy strokes. Their bodies were both trembling, when Dean clutched Castiel's ankles and wrapped them around his shoulders, so that Castiel's ass was exposed to him in the most tempting, thrilling way. Dean inhaled deeply, his eyes were fixed on Castiel's, and for a second, they stilled, as if they were both perishing in the moment of their oncoming union. This was, where they were supposed to be, in each other's fiery presence, making love to each other. The fights and tears were forgotten, and there was a moved smile on Dean's mouth as he looked down on Castiel, making Castiel's heart throb loudly, and he blushed and replied to the smile cautiously.

"Take me, Dean... just take me", he urged impatiently, rubbing his ass alongside Dean's leaking erection playfully, and Dean held on to his thighs, as he complied to Castiel's wish at last and breached him slowly. He feasted on the mien of lust veiling Dean's features as the younger man dipped inside and broadened him, as he glided deeper and deeper into his heat. How good it felt to welcome him again... Their breathing became irregular as Dean bottomed out and held still for a while, so that Castiel could adjust to his penetrating dick. It was a shock, to be filled again, and Castiel's insides convulsed and twitched around Dean, massaging him on their own. Fascinated he regarded the beads of sweat on Dean's forehead, and he reached out his hands to stroke Dean's chest and stomach gingerly. Something broke in Dean's eyes, and he shut them half, obviously overwhelmed with being inside Castiel again; then he began to move, and he thrust inside his lover slowly, albeit with increasing force each time he buried himself within his narrow hole. Castiel handed control over to Dean, as the man began to slam inside him with raw need; he arched his back to meet Dean's powerful strokes, so that he could push even deeper inside.

He felt so connected to Dean, in more than just a physical manner, and as they watched each other come undone with lust-hooded eyes, he felt his second orgasm was building itself up in the pit of his abdomen. His stomach convulsed each time Dean drove inside him, sometimes hard and quick, sometimes slowly and sensually, savouring the feel of gliding into Castiel's scorching, hot tunnel. A hot sensation pooled in the depth of him, and when Dean hit his prostate and squeezed it gently with the tip of his dick, he heard his own, high-pitched mewl as he winced due to the intensity of scorching hot waves of lust washing over him; he uplifted his ass so that Dean could thrust deeper into his flesh, and his whole body trembled and shuddered, when Dean collided with his sweat spot again and again. It all felt like a dream, to see Dean lose it too, how the beads of his sweat trickled down his temple, his throat, his clavicle... A hot shiver ran down Castiel's spine, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, as his orgasm surrounded him, circled in on him. Dean grunted and threw his head back, exposing his throat to Castiel. He watched his chest's muscles constricted, and he felt the exertion traveling through Dean's whole body, as he approached his own orgasm more and more. Castiel observed his lover coming loose in detail, and it aroused him immensely to detect the little signs of Dean's climax; The way he picked up speed and rammed into Castiel unrestrainedly, how he grunted and moaned loudly, how his forearms shook with thrills of joy – then, how he stopped breathing and thrust inside Castiel harshly, with one long, forceful stroke. Castiel came due to Dean's sight, and they reached their orgasms together.

They were clinging to each other as waves of ecstasy poured down on them, and Dean bent down and ravaged Castiel's lips, as they kissed through their orgasms. Castiel's arms came around Dean's back, as the younger man collapsed on him and fell down on his body, utterly spent. His erection was still twitching inside Castiel, and Castiel felt his muscles squeezed Dean mercilessly, as they both shuddered with the aftershocks of their highs. He savoured how Dean panted against the crook of his neck, how his exhales bedewed his skin. He closed his lids to memorize this moment, how content he felt, how close to Dean.

Outside the wind had abated, a mere breeze rustled through the trees. The shower of rain had transformed into scattered, thick raindrops, and the distant grumbling of the electric storm moved on. Castiel was at ease, and he smiled happily to himself, as his fingers stroked along Dean's spine. This was real, it wasn't a wishful dream or a hallucination – he really held Dean in his arms again, they had made the other theirs again. A warm ray of the setting sun struggled through the opening clouds and fell on them, still intertwined and tangled up in each other's arms, on the dirty, cold ground. Castiel opened his eyes and blinked against the golden light of the sun, and Dean uplifted his head and found Castiel regarded him. Speechless he observed how the light refracted in Dean's gorgeous, green eyes, and vividness and love were rekindled in Dean's gaze as he stared at Castiel in awe, and Castiel smiled affectionately at Dean. He framed his lover's face with his hands and moved him down, so that their lips could melt into a slow, soulful kiss.

TBC

I'd love to read what you think! I can't believe there are only 2 chapters left…