Hello my darlings. I would to thank giawinchester and Castielholmeshasthephonebox for the lovely reviews. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update.
So here is the next chapter, a bit of fluff, I hope you like it.
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Dean lay in the bed he had got so used to sharing, just staring up at the ceiling. Before, in the library with Cas and Crowley he had been falling asleep where he sat, but now… now he was wide awake. He wanted to claim he had no idea why, but that would be a lie. And there really wasn't any point in lying to himself, even if he didn't want to think about the things going round in his head. Okay, concentrate on the simple, maybe then he could forget the rest. He couldn't sleep cos Cas wasn't with him. But he would be back in his bed when Sam woke, so there was no need to worry, he could sleep for a couple of hours without his angel right? Of course then the thoughts he had been trying really had to ignore started pushing in again. Telling that it could be like this for the rest of his life if Cas died re-opening heaven. But no, he wouldn't let that happen. He would make sure they found a decent angel, or better yet, he would be standing there with an angel blade at the ready if the dick didn't restore Cas.
But these were things he shouldn't be thinking about. They had Abaddon to defeat first. Oh yeah, that was a cheery thought. Who knew thinking of killing a knight of hell would be the more preferable option to get him off to sleep? Well at least they had a plan that both Crowley and Cas seemed sure would work, just as long as he managed to get the hex bag on the bitch. Because yeah, there was no way he would let Sam have that job. His brother was gonna stay as far away from her as he could possibly keep him. He did not want him getting hurt… or dying, again. He had had enough of Sam dying for the rest of his life thank you very much. So it would be him getting up close and personal with the biggest bitch hell had ever produced. Well now, that did sound like a fun time.
With that thought he groaned and rolled over, his eyes automatically going to the pillow which had already become Cas'. He wished he was here, if he was Dean was sure he would be able to sleep, or they could find another, more pleasurable way to spend their time. Yeah, think about all the things he wanted to do with his angel, and if it didn't help him sleep, at least it made his thoughts ones that gave him a pleasurable fuzzy feeling in his mind. It was with this in his head, thoughts of Cas' arms around him holding him close, that Dean finally found himself drifting off into a restless sleep.
Castiel had felt Dean's longing for him and it made him smile as he sat with Crowley, not drinking the whiskey he had poured for him. He wished he could go to him, but he couldn't not yet. And so he sat in silence and waited.
Sam woke about six hours after he had fallen asleep and all he wanted to do was roll over and go back to the land of oblivion, but he knew he had to get up and make the hex bag with Crowley. No, first he needed to get up and make coffee. There was no way he was facing that dick without some caffeine in his system. So with that thought Sam pulled himself out of bed, grabbed a quick shower and made his way to the kitchen to have an even quicker breakfast.
Castiel was waiting on tender hooks for Sam to come into the library. He had heard the man get up and shower, and he had smelt the coffee being made in the kitchen. So he knew it would not be long before he could join Dean in their bed, spend a few hours together before they had to get up and face the fight that the new day would bring.
As soon as Sam entered the library, and before he even managed to open his mouth to say good morning, Cas was gone. Just shaking his head Sam turned to Crowley.
"A bit desperate isn't he? You'd think they would have got all that sexual tension out of their systems by now." Crowley commented gaining his first bitchface of the day. Hmm, he wondered how many he could make Sam give him over the next few hours, because he was pretty sure he could easily get it into double figures, in fact if he tired really hard, maybe even triple.
"Let's get this hex bag made." Sam muttered deciding it best to not even comment on Crowley's words. He was here for one reason alone, so he could do it.
"Of course moose, whatever you say." Crowley replied gleefully, already thinking about how he could wind up the younger Winchester while they worked. It saved him from getting bored after all.
Castiel entered his and Dean's room to find his man curled up on Castiel's side of the bed with his pillow clenched tightly against his body and his face buried in it, as if he was trying to pretend that it was him. It was the sweetest thing Castiel had ever seen and for a moment he just stood there and looked at the man he loved. The man he hoped would not get hurt later that day. No, don't think about that. Dean would be fine, they would all be fine and they would kill Abaddon. And that was as far as he would think. So to remove all thoughts from his mind Castiel approached the bed and gently touched Dean on the shoulder, causing him to stir.
"Cas?" Dean mumbled blinking up at the angel in the trench coat who was sitting next to him.
"It's me Dean, move over so I can join you." Castiel replied quietly as he started to remove his clothing.
"Ummm, 'ky." Dean responded rolling over and letting go of the pillow so Cas could have his side of the bed back.
It did not take long for Castiel to strip naked, and therefore he was soon in his and Dean's bed, wrapping his arms around the man he loved smiling as Dean turned and snuggled against him. Oh yes, this was definitely the best way to spend the time before they had to face Abaddon. With that thought Castiel bent his head and placed a soft kiss on Dean's hair, before turning his head so he could rest his check against it, breathing in the smell of the man he loved.
And that was how Dean found them when he woke a couple of hours later. He wrapped in Cas' arms and his body almost on top of his angels, and Castiel's breath feathering across the top of his head, moving his hair gently.
Of course when he realised what position he was in Dean decided to put some of the thoughts he had the previous night into action. Therefore he moved his body with purpose so he was straddling the angel beneath him, making sure Cas knew exactly what he was planning, and hopefully would use his grace to prep him as he moved so Cas' cock was at his entrance. But he didn't say a word, just stared into the blue eyes he loved so much as he took a deep breath and pushed himself down, impaling himself on Cas, and thankfully doing it without any pain. It seemed Cas had got the memo then. Good. With that he decided to speak.
"Morning Cas." He murmured with a smile.
"Good morning Dean." Castiel replied before moving his hands to Dean's hips and pulled him up and then push him down again. Oh yes, he definitely liked this way of Dean waking, he liked the novelty of not having foreplay, though he enjoyed that part of their coupling immensely. This morning there time together was limited, but that would not stop them from fining pleasure in it.
So that was how they spent their time together, with Dean riding his angel driving them both to the peek in their pleasure while they stared deeply into each other's eyes, saying without words that they loved each other, that nothing would ever come between them. And even if they couldn't know what was going to happen later that day, they knew they had this, and it was more than enough of a reason to make sure they both fought hard to come home together. To be able to be here once more at the days end.
And out in the library Sam sat back with a made hex bag in front of him as he let out a sigh of relief. It was done. Time to get the show on the road, or at least it would be when Dean and Cas decided to get their asses out of bed at any rate.
