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So here is the next chapter, it's a long one. I hope you like it.

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The journey back to the bunker was consumed by conversations. The first was where they would summon Crowley, Sam suggested the dungeon as it had a devils trap and therefore would make sure Crowley did not get a look at anything else in the place. But Dean vetoed that straight away on the excuse he did not want the demon knowing the way out of that place, just in case they ever had cause to put him in there. He was pretty sure that if they summoned Crowley there he would claim he and Sam couldn't work whatever magic they would be doing in such a place and therefore would need to be let out. He would prefer to keep the dungeons location a secret, for now. Castiel of course did not say anything, though he did wonder if he should mention that Crowley already knew of its existence as he had summoned him to it before, but he decided that that did not have any bearing on this particular conversation, he would tell Dean later, much later.

It was finally decided that they would summon Crowley into the main library, they had to show a sign of good faith if they were going to work with the guy after all. Of course that raised another issue in Dean's mind.

"What we gonna do with Kevin?" He asked as he drove. He wasn't stupid. He knew that Crowley would love the chance to get his hands on the prophet again, but there was no way Dean was letting that happen. Then of course there was Kevin's deep desires to kill the bastard, not that Dean blamed him for that one. He had killed his mom after all.

So then they discussed what to do with the other resident of the bunker, before finally settling on the idea of letting him take a holiday. If they and Cas warded a hotel room against, well pretty much everything, then surely he would be fine. Leave him with food and drink and access to porn, Dean was sure the kid would do okay. Sam agreed though he thought they should probably give him others things as well as porn, after all you really can only watch so much, even if Dean disagreed with that idea, that was his brother, and he was a little weird in his mind.

Therefore when they returned to the bunker the first thing they did was get Kevin out. Telling him he needed a break from all the work he had been doing. The prophet was more than happy to go along with that. he had read so much law, and been trying to translate the angel tablet so much, he felt his eyes were going crossed. He didn't even question the idea, he was that keen. Didn't even think that there could be another reason they wanted him out of their home.

And so once Kevin was settled in a nice hotel in a nearby town, both Sam and Dean thinking Lebanon was a little too close to home, they returned to the bunker to prepare for the king of hells arrival. This preparation included drawing devils traps on the floor of every exit from the library so Crowley could go no further into the bunker, and a schedule being drawn up of who would watch over the demon when. Though Sam did suggest Cas watch over him when he and Dean were sleeping, that idea did not go down well with the other two. It seemed they both had other plans for their nights together, and Sam really didn't want to get into an argument about it. Mainly because he knew if he did Dean would proceed to tell him exactly what their plans were, in excruciating detail. And that was something he really did not want to know.

Therefore the stage was set and they were as ready as they would ever be for their latest house guest. Or at least it almost was. There was one more thing in Dean's mind that they needed to do before they brought Crowley into their home.

"Cas, come with me a minute would you?" he said gesturing to the angel who was finalising some warding's.

"Of course Dean, what is it?" Castiel asked moving without question to follow the man he loved to their room.

Once they were both inside Dean closed the door before he moved to his bed and reached underneath it pulling out a box.

"I couldn't throw this away, I never could. but whatever, this belongs to you." He said opening the box and pulling out the tattered and blood stained trench coat the angel had always worn. He held it out to Cas, just as he had once before when he had thought the angel lost, and he said nothing more. It was without doubt the universal signature of the angel in front of him. And now he had his grace back, he needed to have his coat on once more. No matter what else had changed, between them and in Cas' own mind, as an angel he had to wear his coat.

Castiel looked at the beige bundle in Dean's hands and he knew exactly what it was. He couldn't believe the man had kept, but then again, he had before, so maybe he should not be so surprised. Taking from Dean with a smile he shook it out to see the blood of his sister staining it. But he knew he could fix that. Just as he also knew if he was to once again wear this coat, to once again become the angel Castiel in this sense, he could not wear it over the jeans and plaid shirt he had on at present. That was human Castiel, this coat was angel Castiel. If he was to be angel Castiel, he would do it properly. Thus he placed the coat on the bed and without a word went to their wardrobe and pulled out his FBI suit. Not looking at Dean as he did it he changed into the black trousers and white shirt, but before he pulled on the jacket he walked round to his own side of the bed and pulled out his own box, which was smaller than the one Dean had. Opening it he exacted the only thing it contained. His blue tie. Turning to the mirror he put it on. Not the way you should put on a tie, but he put it on so if fell slightly backwards and was loose around his neck. That done he put on his jacket and then pulled on the trench coat, cleaning it as he did so. With his look complete he turned to Dean and held out his hands as he had done when he returned from purgatory, asking his man what he thought.

"Hey Cas." Was all Dean said with a smile. He couldn't think of anything else to say, because there in front of him was the angel of the lord who had pulled him from hell. The angel of the lord he had fallen in love with. There was so much he wanted to say, he just didn't have the words for it.

"Hello Dean." Castiel replied in his deep voice smiling at the other man before moving so he could kiss him. after all he may well now be dressed as the angel he once was, that didn't stop him from loving the man who had saved his coat for no other reason than it represented what he had been. He may not be the same angel as the one who had worn this coat last, but he was still the same being.

After the kiss and Dean laughingly trying to fix Cas' tie, not that the angel would let him, they returned to the library and to Sam who was waiting for them. When he saw Cas he had to do a double take, because this was not the guy who had been living with them, this was the angel. His clothing affirmed in Sam's mind what he knew to be truth. Cas was an angel once more.

"Let's get this over with shall we?" Dean asked with a smirk at his brother's reaction. Oh yeah, Cas was back, for now.

With that the three of them summoned the kill of hell.

"Well you took your time about it, let me guess, you were hiding away the prophet boy and protecting your home from little old me. I feel honoured that you went to such trouble." Crowley said with a smirk as he arrived with a bag in hand. Though then he took note of what Castiel was wearing. "Well hello again feathers, I see you are back to your old self."

"I am better than that Crowley." Castiel replied with a smile as he cast his eyes to Dean and back again. Yes he was much better than the old angel Castiel, because this angel had love.

"Just get on with making the spell Crowley. Let's get this over with." Dean interrupted narrowing his eyes at the demon. He didn't trust him in their home, though he knew they had done what they could, and while Cas won't be watching over Crowley when Dean slept, he knew the angel would be alert for anything the demon would do in that time.

"Gladly. I want our working relationship over as much as you do squirrel." Crowley replied with a smile, daring Dean to ask if that meant what he thought it did. That at the end of their fight with Abaddon then the human would be free of the deal they had made. Though surely Dean knew he was already free, surely he knew that Castiel loved him, and that was what it was for after all.

Dean stared at Crowley when he said those words wondering, but he knew that was not something he was gonna ask in front of his brother or Cas. They had finally sorted out what he had done, sorted out how the deal he made with Crowley effected them. He was not about to raise it again now.

"Right, so how do we make this hex bag?" Sam asked deciding to get down to business. The sooner they had it made, the sooner they could kill Abaddon. And then it was one down, one to go. But he would think about the angel crap later, one thing at a time, and right now he had other things he needed to do.

"Let me show you. It is complicated magic moose, and you do not have the power to do it. But I do. I'm sure together we can make it work." Crowley replied moving towards the table and placing the bag he had with him down on it.

"Okay." Sam muttered. Well that sentence really filled him with confidence, not. But they really didn't have any other choice.

Seeing Sam and Crowley occupied Castiel took Dean's hand and pulled him towards the door.

"what ya doin' Cas?" Dean muttered, though he had a pretty good idea, he just wasn't sure he wanted to leave his brother with the king of hell.

"Well Sam and Crowley are busy, I thought we could be too." Castiel murmured into Dean's ear as they reached the exit which lead to the bedrooms.

"You don't think we should stay and keep an eye on them?" Dean asked, though he didn't resist as Cas pulled him down the corridor towards there room. He was all for making love with his angel again. It had been so mind-blowing since Cas had got his grace back and he, like the angel, wanted to experience it as much as they could before the time came when Cas gave away that part of him. Not that Dean liked to think about that time, because that was the time when Cas could die, and that was not something he would ever let enter his mind. He would not lose Cas.

"They will be fine. But I feel I definitely need you to keep an eye on me." Castiel purred as the reached their bedroom door and he opened it before pushing Dean inside.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Dean asking smirking at the angel stepping away from him with twinkling eyes.

"I have this strange feeling Dean, I am hoping you can help me understand it." Castiel replied as he moved closer to Dean, he was happy to his game if that was what Dean wished.

"What is it? I'll do my best." Dean responded trying to keep a straight face but knowing he instead smiled sultry at his angel. He couldn't not. I mean he was Cas, and he was his. How could he ever look at him in any other way?

"I feel the need of physical contact." Castiel replied raising his hands so they rested on Dean's hips, but did not pull him towards him. Letting Dean have his fun for now, he would have his own soon enough.

"Oh? Where? Here by any chance?" Dean asked reaching for Cas' tie and using it to pull him to him for a kiss. It was strange, he had never thought of doing this before, but now, with Cas standing before him dressed as he was, he could think of nothing more he wanted to do than use that blue tie in this way.

"That is definitely one of the places." Castiel growled lowly when they separated so Dean could breathe. He was enjoying this playing.

"Anywhere else Cas? Here perhaps?" Dean asked sinking to his knees and running his hands over Cas' erection which was straining against his pants.

"Yes, Dean, definitely there." Castiel moaned looking down at the green eyed man on his knees before him. It was a sight he would never tire of.

"Well, then. I think I need to rectify that." Dean replied before quickly opening Cas' pants and pulling his cock out so he could lick around its tip before he took it into his mouth, not taking his eyes from the blue ones he loved so much as he proceeded to do everything he knew that would tease, would insight pleasure, everything he knew Cas loved and caused the angel to lose control.

But Castiel was made of sterner stuff than Dean gave him credit for, helped by the fact he had his grace back. He enjoyed every one of Dean's ministrations, but not once did he give the man in front of him the power. No, his control now was much more than it had been when he was human.

Dean may not have caused Cas to lose control, to cause him to grab him and slam him on the bed, but he had certainly made himself want nothing more than that. Who knew that he could make himself so desperate to have his angel inside him just by giving him a blow job? Taking his lips and tongue from Cas' cock he sat back on his heals as he spoke in a breathless voice.

"Make love to me Cas." he begged. He knew he was doing it and he didn't care. This was him and Cas, and this was what they did.

"Happily Dean." Castiel replied pulling him up from the floor so he was in front of him. Castiel then proceeded to remove Dean's clothes at a slow and languid pace, making sure to kiss and suckle and bite at the parts of Dean's body as he exposed them, making the human tremble with need. Once he was done striping Dean he stood back, preparing to remove his own clothing.

"No Cas. Keep them one, keep the coat one." Dean whispered moving to stop him and pulling him in for a passionate, desperate kiss.

"If you wish Dean." Castiel responded with a smirk of pleasure at the idea to taking Dean naked while he was fully clothed. And not just in any clothes, but these clothes. The clothes of his angelic self. Pushing Dean back onto their bed Castiel followed him down positioning himself to enter his man.

"Um Cas? You need to prep me." Dean said, suddenly realising that Cas seemed to have decided to skip that part. And however much he wanted Cas inside him, he really wasn't up for the pain that would come from them dry fucking.

"Dean I am an angel. That means I have the power to manipulate your body however I choose, I do not need lubrication to make you ready for me." Castiel replied pushing himself into Dean in one smooth pain free stroke.

"Well that's definitely an upside." Dean uttered as he arched his back at the pleasure he felt. He had been prepared for pain, he should have known Cas would never hurt him.

At that Dean wrapped one hand in Cas' tie once more, pulling him down for a kiss as he grabbed the lapel of his coat with the other. Oh yeah. This was awesome. And with that Castiel proceeded to ride Dean, taking him on a long slow journey to pleasure, milking all the sounds he could from the man below him.

And Dean, he just lay back and revelled in the feel of Cas' clothes against his skin, the way his tie teased his chest, and how his coat skimmed his sides. And through it all he kept his eyes on the angel above him. The angel who had saved him from hell, the angel who had sided with him over his family, and the angel who had done everything he could to protect him. The angel he loved.

When it was over, their pleasure having reached the stars, Castiel cleaned them both up with a thought before he removed his clothes and climbed into bed next to the man he loved. Just a simple human, wanting to hold the one he had just found the most amazing earthly pleasure with in his arms. Because he knew when deep down that was all he was. One who wanted to be with the one he loved always.