A/N: This fic took about a week to write... Planning and all. I hope you enjoy this large, long, one-shot.
WARNING: Contains sexual themes(of course, that's probably why you're here)
It was a cool Saturday morning.
Sam had left a hotel early to start the journey back home.
They'd been gone for almost a week now. Sam had told Dean that there was a case a few towns over, and that he'd handle it on his own, while Dean found one of his own.
Well... It wasn't a complete lie. They did find signs of a vampire nest, and easily took care of them.
"I think I'm going to tell him. Today." Sam spoke up over the silence.
Gabriel glanced at him, "You sure?"
"Yeah. I mean, he deserves to know, and I'm tired of keeping you secret. We shouldn't have to hide." Sam said.
"You can show me off any time you want Sammy. I've no problem with that." Gabriel snorted.
Sam smiled, "Yeah, well. There's a lot he doesn't know, and I have a feeling... No. I know. This won't go very smoothly."
Gabriel laid his hand on top of Sam's, "Then I'll be there. Anything happens, he'll have to deal with me."
Sam glanced down at their hands for a few seconds, before taking a deep breath, "Okay. Just promise you won't do anything... stupid..."
"Sammy, since when have you seen me do something stupid? Don't answer that. Besides, your brother is fun to torment." Gabriel smirked.
"Yeah. When you're not killing him on repeat." Sam grumbled.
"Okay. I will try to refrain from doing that if it'll make you happy." Gabriel chuckled.
"Very. Thank you." Sam said.
Within a few hours, they had returned to the bunker.
"Okay." Sam sighed, after putting the car in park.
"You ready?" Gabriel asked.
"As I'll ever be." Sam answered.
He hadn't exactly planned out how he was going to lay this out.
'Hey Dean. I found Gabriel while we were on a case one day and we've been together for a year...'
Yeah, he'd take that well. Especially considering-
"Sammy? That you?" Dean called from downstairs when Sam entered the room.
"Y-Yeah." Sam nearly stuttered.
Great. If he could barely answer a simple question, how was he to-
"Dean. We need to talk." Sam said when he met him at the table, looking through the many newspapers collected and scattered on the table.
"Yeah?" Dean said mindlessly, setting down the papers, looking up at him.
Sam took a deep breath, sitting down in one of the chairs across from him.
Dean gave him a concerned look, "Did something go wrong with the vamp case?"
"Hmm? No. No. W- I took care of it, just..." Sam sighed, "Okay. I have a confession to make, and I want you to hear me out, and don't say anything until I'm finished. Got it?"
He had finally gathered the courage, his voice sounding more confident and authoritative.
Dean gave him a look of confusion, before slowly nodding his head, "Alright. Lay it on me."
Sam sighed, "Okay. Remember a year ago, we had this... witch case, who cursed a town making everyone look like the same person?"
"The one where you failed to be me? Yeah." Dean nodded.
Sam shot him a look, but continued, "Well... Something... happened, that day."
Silence.
"When we had split up that one day... I had run into her, but she had taken control of a couple people and they were sent to attack - No, I didn't hurt anyone - but I did try to defend myself, without harming anyone. Well, that didn't work out as well as I thought, because being under someone's control, makes them stronger. But then, someone showed up and put them out. No, they didn't kill them either. After they were taken care of, he scared the witch off before he could even try to finish it, and that's what I wanted to tell you about. Note, I had no idea he was around, or alive..."
Dean had surprisingly remained silent, but his expressions were his reactions to the story, seeming to grow more concerned by the minute.
"It was Gabriel." Sam muttered.
"Wait hold up. Gabriel? The Gabriel? The one who tormented our asses before getting ganked by Lucifer? That Gabriel?" Dean snapped.
"Yes..." Sam said below a whisper.
Well, here went nothing.
"I can't believe... Why are you telling me this now?" Dean asked.
"Please, just hear me out." Sam pleaded.
"At this point that's a very unlikely suggestion." Dean glared at him.
Sam sighed, now or never.
"I... Dean, I love him." Sam managed out, easier than he thought, because he never hesitated on expressing his feelings on Gabriel.
It was silent. for a long time.
"A-after the case, he stuck around, we hung out a few times, and one thing led to another-"
"And you banged the Angel." Dean finished.
Sam gave him a weak bitch-face, "Dean, please understand."
"Understand what, Sammy? That an Archangel just randomly rises from the dead, and doesn't show his ass, 'til now? How long have you been keeping this in? How long have you two-"
"About a year." Sam mumbled again.
Dean was silent for a few minutes, giving him an incredulous look, "And why did you keep that from me? Why tell me now?"
"Because I thought you deserved to know, and that you'd accept it." Sam said.
Another round of silence, before Dean sat back in his chair, lifting his hands in the air in a dramatic gesture, "I... I just don't believeit. My brother has been hiding an Angel that caused us nothing but bad luck. What made you even decide... that you were even gay?"
"I didn't. Loving someone shouldn't identify what you are. Nor who you are. I'm still your brother, I'm still who I was five seconds ago. Why does that suddenly upset you?" Sam asked, he wasn't sure if he expected this argument to come or not.
"I don't know Sam, maybe it's because of the shit you've done in the past. Demons, the friggin' Devil, and now Angels. You gonna drink their blood too?" Dean asked.
"What the hell do you think is wrong with Angels?" Gabriel's voice sounded, suddenly appearing next to Sam, a comforting hand laying on his shoulder, "Don't you have one of your own?"
Dean had jumped up, if not ten feet away if he wanted, startled by the sudden appearance.
"You wanna blame Sam for the shit that I did? No, that's on me, and I'll take full responsibility for it, but don't you dare treat him like-"
"Gabriel!" Castiel suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking Dean from his view.
He cautiously held his arms out, towards both Gabriel and Dean, in a silent way of telling them to calm down.
"Dean. You should be careful with what you say. Sam is Gabriel's Soulmate, whether you like it or not, they are bound. They always have been." Castiel explained.
It went silent for a long time.
"Oh Cassie. Always so formal. Don't act like I'm the only one. Have you even confessed to your own Soulmate?" Gabriel spoke up, calmer and extremely amused.
Dean gave him a confused look, but Castiel ignored him, turning to Gabriel, a silent plea in his eyes.
"So you haven't?" Gabriel gasped dramatatically.
Castiel's eyes lowered, blood running cold and hot and the same time.
"Cas, the hell are you two talking about?" Dean spoke up.
"Nothing Dean." Castiel answered, mostly to himself.
Gabriel smirked down at his flustered younger brother.
"Sammy, why don't we... go... back to the hotel, or... A very nice beach?" Gabriel finally spoke, returning to Sam's side.
"Wha-"
He didn't get any further before Gabriel rested his hand on his shoulder again, and they were gone.
More silence.
"Okay Cas. What the hell's going on? I just found out my brother is sleeping with an Angel, that he's apparently married to him. Did you know he was alive? This whole time? What else don't I know?" Dean asked, pacing.
Castiel remained silent, not moving.
Dean stopped also soon after, focusing on him, "Cas? What's the matter?"
Silence.
"What was he talking about with you?" Dean started to close the distance between them.
Castiel sensed it and copied his steps, farther away from him.
It was then that Dean realized-
"Cas no!" Dean nearly jumped forward, before finding himself staring at the other side of the room. No sign of the Angel.
Dammit.
Castiel was hiding something, and by god he was going to find out what it was.
'Castiel. Get your feathery ass back down here.' Dean called mentally.
He rarely called him by his full name, so he knew that Castiel knew he meant business.
It remained silent.
After about a minute, "Cas, if you're not down here in the next three seconds. I'm gonna do a summoning spell and trust me. You are not going to like it."
Still silent.
"One."
"Two."
Just when Dean decided to turn to head for the supplies needed for the spell, he came face to face with the Angel, who was sitting in one of the chairs, face still expressionless.
Dean approached him, preparing to scold him again, but it came out lighter than he intended.
"Cas. What's going on? What aren't you telling me? At this point, there is nothing you can't tell me that will piss me off." Dean asked, sitting across from him.
Castiel kept his gaze to the floor, "It would, actually."
Dean gave him a look of confusion, but Castiel spoke up before he could.
"I... tried to hide it. Ever since I raised you from Hell. I tried to hide it. We created a bond, and... I really began to like the feeling of friendship, family. It made me see things differently. The world..."
"What are you getting at, Cas. Tell me something I don't know." Dean said.
Castiel sighed, keeping his gaze anywhere but him, "I thought... that if I hid it... that if I erased it from my life, that... You would accept me. That I could still remain close to you and by your side."
Dean's brows lowered, still growing confused.
Castiel always seemed to have these moments.
Identity crisis, he would call them.
"But... Judging by your reaction with Sam. I am obviously not worthy of your company." Castiel stood.
Dean copied his move immediately, grabbing his arm, knowing he would probably teleport away again.
It stayed silent, Castiel finally risked meeting his eyes.
They looked like... the ocean, mixd with sapphire, and were those tears?
"So what are you trying to tell me, Cas?" He asked.
Castiel sighed, adverting his gaze again, seeming nearly on the bring of a breakdown.
"You're my Soulmate, Dean. And I'm yours."
Dean's breath caught in his throat. Part of him predicted this to be his answer but, hearing it...
"I'm sorry. I can't help how I feel. I thought I could just, keep it buried, and be what you wanted me to be, but... I'll never be able to..." Castiel broke off.
Dean felt something get caught in his throat, a tightening feeling. remorse, anger, towards himself.
"Cas, I... I didn't know... That you felt that way." Dean managed. He didn't know if anything was the right thing to say at this moment.
"Well. Now you know, and you can do with it what you will. If you want me out, I will leave, but I still won't stop watching over you." Castiel said.
"No." Dean spoke up faster than his brain could catch up, "I don't want you to leave... Look, I'm sorry, about how I reacted, and how you think I must feel about all of this, it was a dick move, and it shouldn't have to be taken out on any of you. I just... come out that way sometimes. I get upset over some of the littlest things, and... lash out at the wrong people... And I'm sorry. And when Sam and... Gabriel get back from, I don't even wanna know where..."
Castiel let out a light laugh at that.
"They'll deserve an apology too, and I'll accept the fact that they're... together, or married, or whatever."
Castiel chuckled again, "They didn't get married. That's a humanly tradition."
"Yeah, but from a human's standards, that's called marriage. I guess I just... Wasn't expecting Sam to be... So attached and in love with someone. I forgot what he was like when he was actually happy. And I shouldn't have to take that away from him because of my problems."
Castiel's eyes lowered, he wondered if he could make Dean happy. Despite their predicament.
He was broken from the doubts whn he felt Dean's hand rest on his.
Their eyes met again.
Dean could never get tired of those beautiful eyes.
It didn't matter what relationship they had, he would not hide that part that he liked about him.
"And... If you wanna give this whole Soulmate thing a try... I'm all in." Dean said, focusing on the Angel's hand, mindlessly tracing patterns on it.
Castiel gave him a weary look, "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel forced, I don't want you to feel like you owe-"
"Cas." Dean snapped lightly, hand tightening around his, "Can you just... not talk? For once?"
Castiel shut his mouth, obediently following his demand.
Dean sighed, his hand moving from Castiel's slowly creeping up his arm.
It was like his body was no longer his own.
He didn't know what was taking over him at this point.
"Dean..." Castiel managed out.
Dean paused his movements, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing.
He focused on the Angel.
"Can I... Kiss... You?" Castiel asked hesitantly, inwardly hoping that wasn't going too far. That what was happening was real.
Dean stared at him, brought aback by the question.
He quickly shook himself out of it.
"Cas. If you wanna kiss someone, you don't just... say it so straightforward, like you need permission."
"So how should I say it?" Castiel asked, confused.
Dean opened his mouth to reply, but found he didn't have one.
"Y-you don't." He managed lamely.
Castiel tilted his head, still confused.
Dean scoffed, he couldn't believe he was doing this.
He reached over, grabbing him by the loose tie, pulling him closer.
Then, he was kissing him.
It remained still and plain for a few long seconds, both seeming to get used to the new position.
Castiel seemed to relax first, which made Dean feel more comfortable with the sudden motion.
His hand moved from his tie, to the back of his neck, kissing him again, with more force and feeling.
Castiel was hesitant in replying, his hand reaching over to caress the side of Dean's neck.
He was worried, of messing up, not doing it right, or if he was simply invading his personal space again.
Dean was gradually bringing him closer, a new feeling overcoming him that he never felt.
Love?
No. It couldn't be that.
Castiel began to gain more confidence, taking control of the kiss.
He was standing over him now, but still meeting his height.
It wasn't until then that Dean realized the position.
"Cas... uh... Cas-" Dean muffled against his lips.
He reluctantly pulled away, a look of confusion on his face.
"Uh. I think we should take this somewhere else. This chair isn't the most comfortable or romantic place." Dean stuttered through the whole speech.
Castiel's brows lowered, looking even more confused.
Dean sighed, slightly annoyed, before standing from the chair, making Castiel back away from him.
"Did I do something wrong?" Castiel asked, confused, the fear of upsetting him resurfacing.
"No. Cas, no. I just... This isn't really in my expertise." Dean managed.
The look Castiel gave him made him swear to himself, why was he screwing things up today?
"Uhh... Let's..." Dean cleared his throat, "take it to my room."
Part of him had no problem with the suggestion, another part of him...
Castiel nodded and followed him through the long halls, which felt longer.
Once they were inside, Dean closed the door, even though he wasn't sure if that was necessary.
He turned back to Castiel, who was closer to him than he thought.
"Can we... do that again?" He asked hesitantly.
Dean was quiet for a few long minutes.
Castiel... always so curious and straightforward.
Dean didn't deserve this.
As if his silence had provided consent, Castiel had fully closed the distance again, gently pressing his lips against Dean's again.
Dean wasn't really prepared, but submitted anyway.
Castiel's lips were soft, slightly wet, and always so gentle.
Dean usually wasn't accustomed to this kind of position, but with Castiel...
Damn, why hadn't they done this sooner?
He slowly depened the kiss, fisting his hand into the back of Castiel's dark hair.
He hummed against the new approached, and soon, had Dean backed against a wall.
His confidence had fully risen now, he finally decided that this was real, and that Dean accepted him.
He finally gained the courage to switch his focus to the side of Dean's neck, finding a certain spot between his neck and shoulder.
Dean shuddered and moaned louder than was necessary.
What the hell?
He knew he had sensitive spots, but this was... beyond ecstasy.
Castiel's hands were traveling his form now, sneaking under his shirt.
"Dean. I need you. Now." Castiel said in a demanding, dominating voice he rarely used, but when he did...
Oh god.
He could only nod, not trusting his own voice.
Castiel stepped away from him, only to discard the coat, tie, and slowly work at his shirt.
Shit. This was happening. If he was sleeping, he better not ever wake up.
"I assure you, Dean, this is not a dream." Castiel spoke as he closed the distance btween them.
Dean was brought aback by the sudden words.
'Did I say that out loud?'
"No. When an Angel performs their courting on their other half, their bond grows. I will know what you are feeling and thinking, and you will know what I'm feeling." He explained as he went to work on Dean's shirt.
"Well. Aren't you the charmer." Dean commented.
Castiel met his eyes, stern and filled with lust, "You once told me I should stop talking. Now I ask that you do the same."
Dean's brows rose.
This was definitely a side of him he'd never seen before.
"Bed." He instructed.
Dean obeyed, Castiel hot behind him.
When they reached it, Castiel turned Dean to face him, claiming his lips again.
Finally, he decided to give into him, throwing away any self control or thoughts of reality.
Dean pulled Castiel along with him as he reached the bed, immediately being pinned in the process.
Castiel resumed his assault on Dean's neck, exploring for more sensitive areas that would have him make the same noise as before.
Dean began to reach between them, in hopes to relieve them from their jeans.
It was becoming too irritating.
Castiel growled, catching his hands, roughly pinning them above Dean's head, all the while his lips never left their exploration.
Dean struggled. Castiel must not have known the pain he ws putting him through. The absolute intense pleasure filling him.
He settled for trying to move his hips to meet with Castiel's.
It sent some relief to be able to have some friction added in that location.
Only a little.
Castiel replied by meeting his strokes midway, before pressing him down more into the bed.
"Cas, can you just... get on with it already?" Dean managed, his brain a practical jigsaw puzzle because of the positions.
Castiel seemed to ignore him for another few minutes, before finally granting his wish, and suddenly, they were both bare.
Dean nearly jumped at the unexpected exposure.
Yeah, he knew it would happen, just not this sudden.
"Any last objections before we do this? This is the last chance to back out." Castiel whispered into his ear, raspy and filled with desire.
"No. All good here." Dean shook his head.
His reply made him sound like a literal dumbass, but... his brain was no longer functioning for him. Only lust.
He had never done this before, at least, not with another guy, so he put all his trust in Castiel at this point.
Castiel lifted Dean's hips a couple inches off the bed.
"This may hurt." Castiel noted.
Dean was confused by the statement, about to ask what-
His head shot back, a mix of pain and pleasure hitting him full force.
He felt Castiel's fingers gradually penetrating him. One at a time.
Shit! Where did he suddenly get all of this experience?
"Am I hurting you?" Castiel paused for a couple seconds, taking in Dean's reactions.
"N-No." Dean ground out.
It was hard to explain, but he definitely didn't want to say yes.
He didn't want to lose this moment.
After a couple minutes, and a couple fingers, the pain was gone, replaced by more pleasure.
He never thought he'd see the day that he'd come before the fun even started.
"C-Cas. Th-that's enough. Just... do it already." Dean managed, hands fisting into the sheets.
Thankfully, Castiel removed his fingers, but at the same time, left him feeling empty.
Castiel lifted him a little more, silently instructing him to wrap his legs around him.
Dean did so, and Castiel moved over him until their faces were inches before each other.
Castiel was already slightly sweaty, breaths coming out in gentle huffs.
He continued to position himself, prepared to finally enter him, fill him.
"Uh... Cas, I think you forgot-"
"Shh." Castiel broke him off, "I've got you."
Then, it happened.
Dean groaned, his head falling back deeper into the pillow.
It was similar to when Castiel had prepared him, but more filling.
However, it was painless, or at least, not as painful as he thought it would be.
"Does it hurt?" Castiel asked, carefully positioning his body for easier access.
"Ah, no. No. It feels... Great. Keep going." Dean ground out, trying to hide any discomfort he might have felt, any sign that would make Castiel stop what he was doing.
Castiel's hand gently caressed his cheek, looking into his eyes like he was the most... peculiar specimen he'd ever seen.
He'd never seen such intense eyes.
"You are beautiful." He whispered breathlessly.
Dean was taken by surprise by the choice of description, and was prepared to speak up about it, but it was quickly replaced by a moan.
Castiel thrust against him once, quickly bringing him back to the current state.
Castiel's eyes left his, focusing back on his favorite sensitive spot on Dean's neck, all the while starting a steady rhythm.
Dean moaned at the overwhelming burst of pleasure.
Never had he, Dean Winchester, become a complete mess. A complete teenager.
Usually he was the one in charge of providing the pleasure, but right now... He was not complaining.
Dean pulled at Castiel's hair, bringing him back up until their lips reunited.
Castiel moaned into his mouth, his thrusts gradually quickening, soon finding another sweet spot that made Dean tighten his hold on him, making any escape or separation impossible.
Castiel's hand explored Dean's body, slowly sneaking between them until he found his hard, long forgotten member.
Not for long.
"Fuck, Cas!" Dean ground out, he swore he could see stars with the amount of pleasure filling him by the minute.
"That's what we are doing, Dean." Castiel answered, as he gently stroked him.
Dean let out a weak laugh, that broke off with another moan.
He called his name out as a final warning before he released on Castiel's hand, and between them.
The mess was completely forgotten when Castiel's hands returned to Dean's hips in an almost bruising grip.
A light began to illuminate him, illuminate the room.
Dean refused to close his eyes from the dangerous brightness of the Angel. No, he wanted to see him come undone like he did.
The brightness hit its peak and a shadow of two large wings spread across the room, they curved and folded in a dominating posture, until it looked as though they were claiming, shielding and protecting Dean from anything around him.
Dean swore he could have released again at this alone.
He also swore he could feel the soft touch of one of the wings, even if they were just shadows of them.
It lasted only a few seconds, but felt like an eternity. An eternity he never wanted to end.
Castiel's grip softened on him, carefully pulling out of him, allowing his legs to finally relax.
He all but collapsed on top of him, his head resting between his chin and neck.
They lay there for a few long minutes, catching their breaths.
Yes, even Castiel looked out of breath.
Dean weakly managed to lift his arms, gently running his hands through Castiel's hair that was wet with sweat.
Castiel sighed, closing his eyes in contempt.
"I quite enjoyed this." He breathed tiredly.
Dean smiled, "That it? Just a little?"
"Opposite of little. I don't think I'll be able to get enough. I...-" Castiel trailed off.
Dean waited quietly for him to continue, but it never came.
In fact, the Angel's breathing seemed to calm, indicating that he was asleep.
'And he said Angels don't sleep.' Dean smiled at his own amusement.
However, he also felt the same wave of drowsiness.
A part of his brain was telling him he needed to wake up Castiel and clean themselves, but the other part, refused to function to do so.
Before he could help it, his eyes fell shut, and... he was out.
"I can't believe you, Gabriel. You drag me around for a whole day, without a single explanation of why we were even there." Sam grumbled as they were walking into the bunker.
"Okay, one, you'd be the one doing the dragging, two, don't pretend you didn't enjoy it." Gabriel said wiggling his eyesbrows, smirking.
Sam gave him an annoyed bitch-face.
"Whatever. I need to find Dean. It's almost noon, and he's not answering his damn phone." Sam said, heading deeper into the bunker.
"Uh. I wouldn't." Gabriel said quietly, but loud enough to make sure Sam could pick up what he was saying.
"Gabriel. I'm not gonna fall for anymore of your tricks." Sam answered from a distance as he headed down the hallway of bedrooms.
He sighed when he reached Dean's room, the door slightly cracked open.
Alright, it was time to try and start over, with everything.
Maybe Dean had let off the steam he needed, maybe he'd listen now.
"Dean, it's almost noon, wake up, we need to- Jesus Christ!" Sam froze in place at the scene before him.
The sudden yelp of surprise made Dean and Castiel simultaneously wake up, looking around for the source of the noise.
"Oh-oh, my god." Sam stammered, trying to look anywhere but in front of him.
"I told you not to go in there!" Gabriel called from the other room, and he swore he could just image a smug smile on his face.
"Sam, the hell, get out!" Dean managed, seeming fully awake now.
"Don't have to tell me twice. You could have at least put a sock on the door, Jesus, this is something I will never be able to erase from my brain, I..." Sam continued rambling even as he was walking down the hallway.
Dean scoffed, calming down his racing heart.
He was almost about to reach for his gun when the sudden voice had intruded into their room.
"Does he think my father will be able to help him?" Castiel spoke up, slightly groggy.
Dean focused on him, giving a clueless, blank stare.
"He was implying he needed something to ease his mind." Castiel said.
Dean stared at him for a few more seconds, still failing to make sense of-
He scoffed, lowering his head, shaking it in disbelief.
"Cas. That was a figure of speech. Remember? He was not implying God."
It was too early for him to be explaining these simple things.
Especially after last night.
... Last night.
"Do you have regrets?" Castiel spoke up again in a more serious tone.
"What? No. No, last night was... amazing. I just... need time to wrap my head around it all. This was sudden, and... It's not how it should be." Dean said, completely not believing what he was actually wanting.
"And... how should it be? Did I do something?" Castiel asked, his brows furrowed in confusion and slight worry.
"No. Cas. No. I just...- can't believe I'm saying this -, when I said I wanted to try out the whole Soulmate thing. I meant it, and I know it should be more than just... this. You're special. You've always been special. To me. And that's why... I want it to be a proper relationship." Dean struggled towards the end.
He never thought he'd hear those words come out of his own mouth.
"P-proper? What does that mean? Is what we're doing not-"
"Damn it Cas. Do I gotta spell it out for you? I want this to be an actual relationship. You know, movies, dinners, taking walks on... the friggin' beach... maybe not that last one." Dean mumbled that last part.
Sorry, but this Dean Winchester could only stand so much cheese.
"Oh." Castiel answered simply.
"Yeah. If that's okay with you." Dean said, managing the courage to meet his eyes.
Castiel nodded, "Of course. Whatever you wish, Dean."
It was silent for a few long seconds.
"Well..." Dean cleared his throat, "I think we should probably shower and get dressed. My brother probably isn't going to let me hear the end of this."
When he finally sat up straighter, Castiel's hand went to the back of Dean's neck, pulling him down until their lips met.
It was gentle, and similar to their first kiss.
It lasted a few long minutes before Castiel finally allowed him to pull away.
Their eyes met, and Dean felt the uge to never leave the bed again.
He reached up, caressing the side of his cheek tenderly.
His thumb gently glided across the Angel's dry lips, taking the time to feel the smoothness of his skin, including the mix of stubble that came with it.
"I... believe you said we should dress? I could do it for you, unless you want to shower first?" Castiel spoke up in the midst of the moment.
"... Yeah." Dean said reluctantly, spending a few more seconds in the moment.
It felt like it took everything out of him just to get out of bed, away from his touch.
His body ached, incredibly so.
"You're hurt?" Castiel spoke his feelings aloud.
"Yeah... no. It's fine, I just need a shower and I'll be better, you uh, wanna join?" Dean asked awkwardly.
They had literally slept together last night, why was he still feeling modest about himself?
Sam and Gabriel were sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee he had recently made, when Dean and Castiel came in.
"Oh thank god you two are dressed." Sam sighed in relief as he set his cup down.
"My father had no part in us dressing." Castiel spoke up first.
Gabriel snorted, "So. I take it you told him?"
"Yes." Castiel said simply.
"Alright then. Sammy, we might have to take a vacation for a while." Gabriel said, smirking over at the younger Winchester.
"What?! We literally just did! Why are we constantly-" Sam trailed off at the look Gabriel gave him, and he looked back over at his brother.
"...Oh... Jesus Christ..." Sam groaned.
"What? You and I didn't leave the bed for three days when we started-"
"Gabriel. Stop. Please." Sam snapped, hiding his facing into his hands.
"Excuse me, but what is going on here?" Dean spoke up.
Gabriel smirked at him, "Cassie will explain everything to you, all in due time."
Dean looked at Castiel questioningly, who immediately blushed, looking down at his feet.
However, before he could say anything.
"So, Sam and I will be traveling the world, while you two... well, fully complete the bond. Sammy?" Gabriel glanced at him.
"Uh. Yeah. I'm out of here. I'll... Call you later, Dean, but... At least pick up a couple times, please?" Sam said, standing up, making his way to Gabriel's side.
In that moment, they were gone.
Dean and Castiel stood in the sudden intense silence.
"What-" Dean started, but couldn't find the words.
"Dean, I assure you, I will not make you do anything you don't want to." Castiel said, finally turning to him.
Dean met his eyes, which somehow explained the current situation.
"Oh..." Dean managed, brows raising at the realization.
Castiel nodded, adverting his gaze somewhere else.
Another round of silence.
"Well, that sounds fun and all, but can we at least have breakfast first?" Dean asked, almost casually.
"Of course." Castiel nodded.
Dean copied his movement, before heading to the kitchen, digging through the cabinets to pick out what looked appetizing to him.
So, this was what it felt like to be in love.
Love?
Was he ready for that word?
Either way, it was apparent they had plenty of time to find out.
A/N: Finished... I am literally posting this at 2 in the morning... after re-writing and editing a couple things... I'm practically sleep-typing right now, so... Sorry if there are any more mistakes that my dying brain missed.
Hope you enjoyed nonetheless!
~Wolflover235