Hi darlings x3 thanks a bunch for all your kind reviews! You brought the smile back to my mouth x) now, the next chapter is a little short compared to the last (roughly 3500 words), but I didn't want to ramble on and on pointlessly; also, I like it quite a lot the way it is… hopefully, you like it too… x3 mushiness ahead! The –last- (cries, sobs, sniffles) chapter and my afterword (lol) will be posted on Wednesday the 4th, because I'm quite busy within the next days (happy birthday in advance to those few who have birthday on the same day hehe)…

Chapter 38

After a while they were both tired and exhausted, and they had stopped kissing, too breathless to continue. Now Dean lay on top of Castiel, his softened dick had glided out of his lover at some point, and Castiel stroked Dean's back absentmindedly, while he focused on their bodies intertwined so intimately. He felt sore, but absolutely satisfied, and it was divine to listen to Dean's slow, steady breaths, to feel his exhales on his shoulder time and again. It was getting dark outside, and crickets began to chirp loudly. Their bodies became cool as the evening's wind reduced the temperature of this summer's day, and the ground felt unpleasant. Finally they pulled themselves together and got up, and Dean dumped the condom in the nearest bin. He returned to Castiel with handkerchieves and wiped the traces of their lovemaking gently away. Castiel's eyes rested on Dean, how he cleaned him with the faintest blush on his cheeks, and he smiled. No words were needed – the way they behaved, how they exchanged little caresses and shy looks, it was showing both of them how much it meant to them to be united again.

They dressed silently, and cautious smiles were tugging at their mouths whenever their eyes met. Castiel had no objections, when Dean's slender fingers intertwined with his, and as he led him outside. On his way, he turned off the lights and locked the garage. They passed Castiel's parked car nonchalantly, and Castiel took a seat when Dean opened the passenger door to his Impala. Dean sat down on the driver's seat and started the engine of his beloved car with a joyous glimmer in his eyes. He gave Castiel a sideglance and beheld him tenderly, and he returned the smile Castiel gave him. The headlights of the Impala cut through the darkness of the night, and puddles were glistening in the electric light, as they drove along the empty streets. Comfortable, content silence dwelt in the car, and they both listened to the whirring of the tires and the airstream, which entered the car through the opened windows. They halted at a red light, and Dean's hand touched Castiel's upper thigh gently, massaged the flesh lovingly. Their eyes met.

"Will you stay the night?", Dean asked, the innocent plea mirrored in the way he regarded Castiel, and Castiel's heart simply melted with love. He nodded and covered Dean's hand with his and squeezed it lightly. Someone behind of them honked, and they were forced to let the other go, so that Dean could drive unhindered again. When they parked in front of Dean's apartment and got out of the car, Castiel was about to enter the building, but Dean took his hand and stopped him. He turned around and watched the fierceness in Dean's features, and his heart stopped, as he saw the brittle smile on Dean's mouth, the pain in his eyes. In an instant, Dean had pressed him into a tight, crushing embrace, which knocked the air out of Castiel's lungs. He answered to the hug with the same ferocity, and his arms came around Dean's back and he held on to him, breathing him in. Their chests moved together with each breath, and Castiel thought he could perceive Dean's loud heartbeats as he listened attentively. There were scattered, airy kisses on his neck, and he held Dean even tighter, as he heard him whisper "I love you, Cas". His heart thudded gently and warmth spread in his stomach; he felt light-headed, giddiness took over him. His fingers sifted through Dean's hair, and when Dean withdrew to look into his lover's face, Castiel smiled and looked him deeply in the eyes.

"I love you too", he said quietly, and Dean blinked softly at him, a little smile on his lips. His arms came around Dean's neck, and he leaned in and tilted his head; their mouths intermingled, and they kissed each other slowly and lovingly, emphasizing the way they were feeling with every tentative touch of their lips. Moths were whirring in the metal corona of a nearby streetlight, and someone whistled appreciatively on the other side of the street, and they laughed into their kiss and stopped. Castiel felt so happy, when he saw his love mirrored in Dean's eyes, and they were grinning, when Dean took his hand and walked with him through the hallway to his apartment. They paused at each turn of the stairs, to kiss each other hungrily again, their hands groping unrestrainedly, and they were quite breathless and chuckling, when they stumbled into Dean's home.

They were kissing and holding on to each other clumsily while they removed their shoes and shirts, and they chuckled whenever one of them bumped into something or stumbled. Castiel felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins, they were both taken by the frenzy of their reunion. Finally, they entered Dean's bedroom, and Castiel let go of Dean, when he saw something out of the corner of his eyes. Perplexed he watched the drawings, which stuck all over the wall next to Dean's bed. He heard Dean's breathing falter beside him, and Castiel's whole body stiffened as he regarded the drawings.

Almost a dozen hung there, drawn with lead pencil or felt pen, and they all showed one theme – Castiel. A drawing of his lips, so detailed he almost thought it was a photo. Next to it, there were his eyes, another one with his fingers, one with his face, his lids sensually shut, his mouth opened, it looked like silent, erotic screams were coming from him. He blushed when he detected the one, which showed his stomach and his sharp hipbones, the trail of hair leading to his erection. He smiled, as he saw the one, where his back was drawn, and a halo was drawn over his head, and hinted wings were showing on his shoulder blades. He turned his head to look at Dean, and the man blushed and beheld his lover with a melancholic gaze.

"What the hell, Dean?", he asked jokingly, but his voice broke; he couldn't hide how touched he was thanks to Dean's beautiful drawings. Even though they had been apart, he hadn't let go of him. He had drawn him with the same, affectionate consideration. Dean's arms enveloped Castiel's small of the back, and he pulled him flush against his naked torso, so that their bare chests collided. He looked Castiel deeply in the eyes and smiled gingerly at him, as he tilted his head and their foreheads came together.

"Isn't that obvious, Cas? You're unforgettable...", Dean rasped, making Castiel shudder. The next moment their lips were crashing together again, and though their kiss was greedy and lustful, they took their time to bruise each other's lips and to focus on the intense feelings blooming within them. Castiel held on to Dean, as his lover consumed his mouth; he felt quite dizzy, and his knees weakened, when Dean steered him to his bed, never breaking their kisses. Soon Dean shoved him down on his bed, and they were making love again. Dean's fingers stroked Castiel's hair tenderly, as he dived into him, and Castiel felt nothing but loved – how Dean made sure Castiel felt good, how they hung on their every sweet sigh and moan, the way Dean beheld him with half-closed eyes... Dean had taken Castiel's hands and held them over his head, as he kissed his throat and clavicle, and bit his shoulder hungrily. They were holding hands as they came, and Castiel didn't mind Dean fell asleep on him a few minutes later. It didn't matter that their bodies were sticky and sweaty. He held Dean's hand throughout the whole night, and he never wanted to let go again. Before he joined his lover in his slumber, his eyes roamed over the drawings once more. They still made him blush with their bluntness, but he was certain, he saw the love with which Dean had drawn them. His heart thudded calmly in his chest, and he fell asleep with a smile on his mouth.

…

Various awkward conversations took place this week, and Castiel and Dean had to explain to their families and friends that they were together again, that things had calmed down between them. Gabriel was as cocky as ever, certain that thanks to his word of advice, Castiel and Dean had buried the hatchet, and Castiel conceded he had been somehow important, but he grumbled this on the phone, naturally. His parents were almost crying with relief as they skyped again, and Castiel felt embarrassed for them and himself at the same time, however he couldn't stop smiling like an idiot and he thanked them several times for their unconditional support. They urged him he should introduce Dean to them any time soon, and Castiel promised, he would be overfond of doing so. He didn't exactly know how Dean illuminated to his entourage that everything was alright again, but he laughed long and hard as Dean called him and complained about the compassion and exaggerated joy with which everyone treated him.

The first time Castiel picked Dean up after work again was somewhat stiff, and he noted the lopsided smirk of Jo as she greeted him, and how Ash wiggled his eyebrows and grinned bluntly at him. He saw John stood somewhere in the background and greeted him with a nod, and he was relieved as he detected the small smile on Dean's father's mouth. It felt, as if he was coming home from a strenuous journey (though that journey had only been his antsy walk through the garage), as he finally reached Dean and as his lover wrapped him up in his arms and held him firmly. His own arms came around Dean and he responded to the hug with the same intensity, and he melted like butter in the sun the longer Dean held him, and the more he could inhale his pleasant, fresh smell and feel his body's strength around him. With a smile he realized, Dean's hands stroked his back lovingly, in small, reassuring circles, and he sighed when one of Dean's hands combed through his dark hair gently.

"Get a room, you two!", Ash yelled finally, making all of them laugh. Dean let go of Castiel and winked at him, then he turned around to Ash and stuck out his tongue to him.

"We actually might, you dumbo. You're just jealous, because you're hot for Jo's knickers", he teased, and in surprise Castiel watched how Jo's pale cheeks tinted with a deep red, while Ash's grin broadened.

"Shut up, Winchester", Jo growled shyly, and Dean just laughed heartily and took Castiel's hand, and led him outside, waving at his colleagues nonchalantly.

This night, they watched a movie in a drive-in cinema – the cinema was sparsely frequented, and they had both seen the dated, black and white movie a hundred times, so Castiel rather took pleasure in examining how the light touched Dean's features, and how his eyes gleamed through the surrounding darkness. He felt a tender notion in the depths of his heart, as he cherished Dean's mere presence, glad they were a couple again. Their hands often brushed together when they grabbed the popcorn, and Dean's cheeky smile and his knowing sideglance made Castiel grin, because he understood Dean was doing this absolutely on purpose. The sounds of the crickets and the summer breeze rustling through the deciduous trees were lulling, and at some point, Castiel forwent feigning interest in the movie, and he moved closer to Dean and pillowed his head on the younger man's broad shoulder. Dean's arm came around him easily, and Castiel shut his lids and savoured the precious moment.

He could smell Dean's clean skin at his neck as his nose brushed over the area, and how his body warmth splashed over him in intervals whenever he breathed in. Absentmindedly he let his arm come around Dean's middle, and he felt him stiffen vigorously. Dean's breathing stopped for a second, and Castiel uplifted his head to ask him, if something was wrong. But then Dean's dilated eyes met his, and they shone with an insatiable desire, and Castiel's heart skipped a beat, and his mouth became dry. His gaze travelled down Dean's sinful body, and he smiled gently as he made out the bulge in his lover's jeans. Dean tasted of popcorn, as he kissed him thoroughly and passionately, their exhales were shaky and hot, as they disengaged and stared at each other hungrily. Dean had parked the Impala in the last row, and there were only a few cars on the terrain, so Castiel gave in to the lustful famine rising inside him. He opened Dean's jeans with skilled, swift movements, and his eyes were fixed on Dean's, as his hand wandered underneath the waistband of Dean's boxershorts. Dean bit his bottom lip and his lids fluttered, as Castiel's hand enveloped his throbbing, erect member, and Castiel elicited quiet moans from Dean as he stroked him with long, forceful up-and-down motions.

He felt hot and rock-hard in Castiel's fist, and he loved the agonized moans and sighs, which fell from Dean's mouth as Castiel's thumb glided over the sensitive slit and spread the bead of precome. He decided to tone down Dean's sensual noises, because the driver's window pane was still rolled down, so he kissed him fervently and allowed Dean's tongue to slip between his lips. He adored every moan, which vibrated against his sensitive mouth, and how Dean started to writhe and tremble underneath him as he jerked him off sensually. Their eyes opened and their mouths separated, and Dean's glance was glued to Castiel's, as he unraveled his lover determinately. Dean's breathing hitched and stumbled, and Castiel felt how he uplifted his pelvis in small rotating moves, and how he pushed himself into Castiel's tight fist greedily. It was incredibly erotic to Castiel, as he saw how a blush painted Dean's cheeks and how his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came hard in Castiel's hand. He moaned and trembled as the waves of his orgasm overran him, and Castiel stroked him through his orgasm, fulfilled with absolute satisfaction. The smile Dean gave him once he had come down was meek, and Castiel chuckled amusedly as his forehead fell against Dean's and Dean's arm came around his back and held him tightly.

…

The week of Gabe's and Castiel's suspensions had almost felt like a holiday to Castiel, because Dean and he were spending their time together as if they were having countless little dates. Of course they had a lot of catching-up to do, especially regarding pillow talk, and sometimes, when they were both soaked through with sweat and other body fluids, Castiel wasn't even sure that he ever wanted to leave the bed again. He was almost glad, though, when he returned to work the following Monday, because it meant another part of normalcy was coming back to him. Their first day in the office showed no mercy, and a few hours after his start of work, Castiel found himself in a high-speed pursuit of a of a drug lord, whose remote location their colleagues had come across in their absence.

Of course, the planned offense had gone wrong, and Gabe and Castiel were chasing the drug dealer through the whole town. Luckily for them, the man made a mistake and crashed into the wall of a building, and Castiel and Gabe could catch him. The man had an ugly laceration on his forehead and needed medical treatment, so Castiel and Gabe followed the ambulance that had arrived a few minutes later. Again, Castiel's hands were soaked with another person's blood, but this time, he didn't mind it, it felt too good to be back in business. He admitted to himself he had missed the rush of adrenalin – most of all, a soothing thought travelled through his mind, as he washed his hands in the hospital pensively. Whatever happened, he had Dean to come home to. He wouldn't have to bear the weight on his shoulders alone, because now he had someone, who wanted to share the load with him. He smiled as he returned to Gabriel, who gave him a confused look and chided him not to smile so happily in a hospital, making Castiel laugh lightly and unburdened.

Dean picked him up from work, and the sun was lush and golden, as the evening was about to change into the nearing summer night. Scattered birds were singing nearby, as Castiel walked up to Dean and greeted him with a tender, untamed kiss, which made both their legs wobbly and took their breaths away. When they disengaged, Dean looked him deeply in the eyes and kissed his lips fleetingly. He smiled at Castiel, and Castiel drowned in his gorgeous green eyes, and his heart laughed happily, as he detected the golden shimmer in Dean's irises again. Dean opened the passenger's door for Castiel and told him, he wanted to abduct him to a certain place, and Castiel agreed mindlessly. He didn't care where they were driving to, just as long as he had Dean by his side. He was completely satisfied to see Dean drive his car next to him, and how the sun's light played with his blonde hair and enlightened his beautiful, calm features. Dean's secretiveness was somewhat arousing, and Castiel hid his nervousness with silly jokes, asking Dean if he was taking him to Disneyland or to the candy shop, and he joined Dean, as the man laughed light-hearted and shook his head in denial.

When Dean steered the Impala towards a place, which was quite familiar to Castiel, and as he recognized the buildings and the surrounding streets, his heart leapt into his throat and every sense of humour left him. His fingers were trembling, as he dared to look at Dean gingerly; he was absolutely dumbstruck, confused. Dean parked the car and when Castiel got out, Dean took his hand resolutely, and their fingers intertwined, as they starting strolling towards the graveyard. It felt like walking on clouds, as if they were travelling through a dream, as they sauntered through the crowded park. People were enjoying the mild summer's evening, there were children playing tag, families eating ice cream, and some people jogging through the avenues. Castiel was blind to everyone but Dean, his eyes were glued to his lover's smooth features; he was deaf to the children's laughter, to the barking of some dogs, and if Dean hadn't held his hand, Castiel was sure, he would have stood still, turned into a pillar of salt. They entered the graveyard and Dean's head turned from one side to the other, as if he was searching for something, and Castiel let him lead the way to Anna's grave wordlessly. How had he come to know where she was buried? How could he know how much this meant to Castiel?

They stopped in front of Anna's grave, and Dean still held Castiel's hand, as they regarded his younger sister's grave. Dean turned towards Castiel and placed his other hand on Castiel's as well, and he massaged Castiel's knuckles tenderly, as he regarded him with pensive eyes.

"I was here the other day, visiting my mother's grave, then I saw your family name, and I stopped. I remembered everything you told me about your sister, and how sad you looked, and so I thought... well, I thought... you could introduce me to her? While your parents are out of the country... you've met my family already, and, well, I thought it was high time you revealed me to some of your kin as well", Dean said quietly, and Castiel felt the heat of an immense blush, which warmed his cheeks thoroughly. His throat constricted with a pleasure, that was so intense, that it bordered on pain, and his heart thudded wildly, as he smiled shyly at Dean. He looked down at their intertwined hands, and moved tears were welling in his eyes, a he nodded slowly. He breathed in deeply and led Dean closer to Anna's grave, taking the last step so that they could stop right in front of the brink of the grave. He held Dean's hand firmly in his, and he turned his head and their eyes met. He was taken aback due to Dean's divine beauty in the setting sun's light, and how his wonderful green eyes beheld him with a tender notion.

"Anna... I want you to meet someone. This is Dean", Castiel heard himself say with a suffocated voice, and he laughed happily, as tears of joy streamed down his face and as Dean's thumb brushed over the back of his hand understandingly.

TBC

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