Dean woke up and without even opening his eyes, he snuggled back into Castiel's embrace grinning. The images of their activities last night still vivid in his mind, he just let them come, relishing in them, especially the shower part where Castiel insisted he made a mess and hoped Dean would let him clean it up. Like Dean would say no to more soft touches. It was so amazing feeling those hands caress his body, gliding over his skin lubricated by the shower creme, rubbing and gently massaging his every muscle. Dean felt so loose and relaxed after that, he literally floated out of the shower. Castiel was constantly smiling at his blissful expression as he wrapped him up in a huge towel and dried him up, his hands never parting Dean's body. He caressed Dean's thighs as he knelled and helped Dean into a pair of briefs, then lead him back to the bed. He set Dean down and laid beside him, and let out a small gasp when Dean snuggled so close to him. His expression matched Dean's, feeling so elevated and so drugged on joy, he fell asleep with a wide smile on his face.

Dean watched him fall asleep and fell a little bit more in love.

And then Saturday came. Somehow, Dean let himself be persuaded to attend one of Castiel's friend's birthday party, and they spent most of their day shopping, looking for a gift for this friend. A friend Dean didn't know much about, aside that his name was Anthony Wilson and he was some kind of a brain doctor. If he understood it correctly, Dean would compare him to McDreamy of Grey's Anatomy. That type of a doctor.

Eventually Castiel settled on a leather binder, like a journal of sorts and was delighted when Dean suggested a fancy box of chocolates to go along. Castiel said it would be perfect for Anthony's partner. Another person Dean had no idea about.

The closer the night came, the more worried Dean was, because he didn't know what to expect and strangely, Castiel wouldn't tell him much. He was even more nervous that Castiel choose to ride in the company limo instead of taking his own car, but the man eased his mind, saying he didn't want to drink and drive. Dean was on the edge of his seat the entire ride, with each passing minute more and more anxious. What if he messed up? What if they went to a fancy restaurant and he made a fool of himself. Worse, a fool of Castiel? Oh, he just knew he would. Especially I there were many people there, people he would have to talk to, explain who he was, memorize their names? Oh, God. He was definitely underdressed for this, and why... Why didn't he tell Castiel that he...

"We're here... Hey. Dean. You ok?" Castiel spoke next to him, and Dean only then seemed to notice that Castiel was underdressed too. Seeing that the car stopped just in front of the best burger bar in town made him sigh in relief. Why would he even think Castiel would be into some fancy dinner parties?

"Yeah, I... I'm good. A little nervous to meet your friend and his partner, but otherwise... Good." Dean replied honestly.

"Oh, nothing to be nervous about. After all, one of them is your friend too." Castiel replied with a slightly devilish smile and got out of the car before Dean could ask more. And the man was right, there was nothing to be nervous about because apparently, Dr. Anthony Wilson, the tall brown haired, browned eyes man had a very sassy, blue-eyed blond for a partner, a guy Dean knew well.

"Nick?"

"Heeeey, Dean! Ough, you brought chocolates, my favorite! Thanks. But you do know it is Tony's birthday, right?" Nick joked, and Dean relaxed instantly. Because if Dr. Wilson was dating Nick, he must be one helluva guy to put up with him, and Dean knew he would like him. If nothing, they could always bond over how difficult Nick could be sometimes. Or how they both probably wanted to kill him more then once.

Turned out, Tony was actually the perfect guy for Nick. He put us with all his comments, giving him a firm eye when Nick would start to go too far and surprisingly, the blond would reel it in and shut his cakehole. They chatted about work and everyday life and at one point, it hit Dean that Dr. Wilson probably knew who, or rather what he was, considering how close he and Nick were. And he was completely ok with it. None of them mentioned their past, or the club and somehow, Dean was thankful for that. Just before the dessert hit the table, Nick rose from his seat and looked at Dean, giving him a head tilt.

"If you would excuse us now, gentleman, me and my friend have to go powered our noses." Nick announced and Dean watched him with a shocked expression, blushing like crazy. Castiel and Anthony laughed, but nodded and Nick pulled Dean by the arm and lead him to the bar.

"How you doing, kiddo?" He finally asked, nodding at the bartender and ordering them a beers.

"I'm good. Really good."

"I'm glad. I would even go so far as to say I am... Happy for you?" Nick teased and Dean huffed a smile. "So... How is everyone back at the club? I take it you're still... With them?" There was a careful, almost guarded expression on the blond's face and Dean, who felt a lot of things but never embarrassed by what he did, now suddenly felt the urge to let Nick know he wasn't dancing anymore.

Maybe it wasn't embarrassment, maybe it was guilt. Not that old guilt that has been eating him up for the last sixteen years, but this new one, the one he felt whenever he remembered that Cas was still financing his mess. Nick's words brought him out of his thoughts.

"Good. How's Sa..."

"Don't!"

Nick rose his hands in a surrender mode, only for a brief second and lowered them before the others could notice. He darted Dean's eyes the same way he did just before he left ZaZ and told him that Dean should go with him.

"You should tell Castiel about him. I know he would want to help. He clearly cares about you, Dean." Even if every fiber of his being was screaming NO, Dean knew Nick was right and that Castiel deserved to know the truth about his past.

Once again, Dean listened to what Nick was saying, but he didn't hear what he was saying. Just like before, when Nick left ZaZ, trying to tell him that Azazel was using him, feeding him breadcrumbs while he got all the cream, picking up the fruits of Dean's labor. Azazel was still doing it, and Nick could only hope that Dean would get that soon. Not just for Dean's sake, but for Castiel's too. Because he knew his boss and he knew he wouldn't just sit back. Especially cause he was so damn obviously in love with Dean.

"I will. Soon." Dean replied quietly and if felt strange how that decision made him feel just a little lighter and the air a little more breathable.

He enjoyed the rest of the night, watching Castiel let go a bit too, and it was funny to see him slightly drunk. ... Tony was the same, and Nick just kept teasing them and making fun while they all drove in the limo on their way home. Castiel was so much more loose, much less worried about reaching out and touching Dean, a hand over his, a knee next to his, lips on his neck, fingers in his hair.

It wasn't until they dropped the other pair off that Castiel leaned in a kissed Dean so deeply, so passionately it took Dean's breath away and feeling the fabric of his pants tighten up around him. Castiel kissed him breathlessly, his hands still gentle as they ran up Dean's thigh, caressing his ass over his clothes and make Dean's heart pound in his chest.

All too soon they reached the hotel, but the heavy make out session continued in the elevator, even though there were probably cameras in there, not that any of them cared. Dean just had to leave him for a moment to go to the bathroom and when he came back... Castiel was sound asleep sprawled over the bed, fully clothed. Dean smiled at his sleeping form, took his shoes off and the trenchcoat, then the rest of his clothing, leaving him in nothing but his underwear as he tucked him into bed. He stripped himself too and crawled under the covers, scooting over into Castiel's embrace once more.

Once again, Dean woke up in Castiel's embrace feeling nice and warm and cozy. He never dreamed he could feel like this, so... everything! So happy, so fulfilled, so... Cared for...

It was like Castiel knew what Dean was thinking, and still asleep, he tightened his arms around Dean, humming in delight. This must be so good for him, to have someone next to him, not doing anything, just... Being there. Dean has learned a lot about Castiel, but never quite understood why he was alone. He sure was a great guy with those piercing blue eyes of his that were more beautiful then then the sky, a body that was hot and masculine, it would knock anyone off their feet. He was such a generous lover, tender and caring, and not just in bed.

Dean knew he was starting to develop feelings, and as he glanced back at Castiel's sleeping form, a part of him wished they could stay in their little bubble like this forever. But he knew that was just wishful thinking and that he shouldn't get his hopes up and dare to even consider imagining that...

Oh, for the fuck's sake! If I have to listen to any more of your fucking whining thoughts, I swear I will give you a fucking stroke, I don't care if it hurts me! Always overthinking and yapping and fuck I feel like I am in a fucking Greek tragedy or something! Quick fucking around and stop crying, and fucking act already. Do something. Anything! Any fucking thing!

Dean's brain seemed to have a mind of its own, and if he was being honest, it was kinda right. He should stop overthinking this and just enjoy. He should stop asking himself what if and just do what feels right, what feels good. He should...

That's it, I'm pulling the plug! Lights out! Fucking crybaby!

Dean slowly turned, careful not to wake Castiel and as his was positioned just right, he slowly lifted his head, and started placing small kisses up the man's neck, so soft and light as a feather, they were barely brushing against his skin. Each time he would pull away half an inch, moist his lips and set them on the soft patches of skin. He could hear Castiel him in his sleep, the kisses probably sending little tingles throughout his body, but he was still fast asleep.

Dean wondered just how much he could get away with before Castiel woke up and abruptly decided to test that. He started by tracing his fingers over the man's biceps, the palm of his hand gently sliding up Castiel's arm, over his shoulder and then down to his chest. Castiel hummed and seemed to lean into the touch, but otherwise didn't wake.

His lips still trailed around the Castiel's neck and collarbone as Dean's hand went lower, the fingertip of his Intex finger brushing over an exposed nipple, making Castiel hums a bit more deeper. Dean smirked into his skin and while his hands moved lower, onto the man's belly, feeling the slightly soft skin of his not-so-firm abs, Dean's mouth simultaneously moved along, his soft lips peppering kisses all the way to that nipple.

The moment he caught it in his mouth, his tongue swiped over it, and Castiel's hums weren't hums anymore, but rather low, silent moans, and yet, he did not wake. Dean continued to swirl his tongue around the hardened bud for a moment longer, feeling the rumble that originated deep within Castiel's chest, the sound so elating, it made Dean's arousal blossom and he couldn't wait to see what other sounds he could drag out of the strong man next to him.

And there it was, a small, barely auditable whimper when Dean's hot lips parted and left the perky nipple and Dean paused, watching the man steer in his sleep. When he didn't wake, Dean's hands started roaming the warm body once again, touching the soft skin, caressing all the curves of those amazing muscles. Castiel was by no means a body builder, and some parts like his stomach weren't firm and tight, but it was obvious that they once we're and that the dark haired man still worked out from time to time.

Dean had no idea it would feel this good to be able to touch, to have the freedom to explore someone's body and then... There it was. The little peg, a twitch in his heart, because this wasn't... Right. Not really. The man was asleep, and even if a part of Dean knew Castiel wouldn't really mind being woken by the wetness of Dean's mouth wrapped around his cock, Dean still didn't feel right doing this. Maybe some day, when their relationship evolved, sure, but now...

Dean moved back up the bed, and took a moment to take in Castiel's sleepy form, before he leaned in and brushed his nose against his partner's. Castiel scrunched up, the skin around his nose and on his forehead creasing up in such an adorable way and then his eyes slowly opened up. The moment they focused and saw Dean close, a spark ignited and a wide smile spread across the man's face.

"Mmm... Morning." Castile said and his eyes widened for a split second as Dean leaned in for a kiss, then pulled back and smiled.

"Good morning." He replied and they spent the next few minutes just staring at each other before they broke into a small laughter. Castiel then got up and stretched and Dean couldn't help but stare at the sun bathed body and the impressive bulk tenting the man's briefs. Feeling quite aroused himself, he wondered how he could show Castiel he wanted some... Intimacy.

Dean followed Castiel's actions and crawled over to his side of the bed, seeming as if he will get out too. He sat in the edge and remained there for a moment before he took a deep breath, looked up at Castiel's curious eyes and reached out with his hand. His palm landed on the back of Castiel's thigh, right under his ass and he pulled him closer. Castiel sucked in a sharp breath, but allowed Dean to run his hands up and down the back of his thighs just up to the his ass as he faced him, his trapped cock right in front of Dean's face.

"Ddd... Dean? What are..." Castiel asked carefully, not really wishing to stop him, just maybe to make sure Dean... Knew what he was doing? Yeah, like that made sense.

Dean glanced up at those wide blue eyes and saw Castiel chest heaving from the deep breaths. His tongue darted out, moisting the lower lip and feeling his heart beat a thousand a minute, he finally took his chance and gave voice to his desire.

"I want... I... I want..." I want to suck your big fat cock, lick it up real good, have you moaning and begging me and calling my name as you spill your precious cum in my mouth... "I want to make you feel good..."

Dean watched as Castiel closed his eyes heavily and how his (still trapped) cock twitched in interest. There was something between a hum and a moan rolling somewhere deep in Castiel's throat and Dean reached, hooked his briefs and slid them down, releasing the throbbing caged animal. His eyes slipped up to meet Castiel's gaze once more, to see that lust in his dilated pupils and those shaking parted lips. Dean refocused on the task at hand, leaned in and placed one wet kiss on the top of the head, and it felt so good to hear Castiel's breath hitch at that. Slowly, Dean opened his mouth and took him in, twirling his tongue gently around the stiff cock. He took him in as much as he could and then slowly started bobbing his head.

Castiel's hand flew to Dean's head, his fingers in Dean's hair, but he didn't force anything, in fact, it seemed more like he was holding on for dear life, if his breathing and moaning was any indication. It was only a few minutes later that Castiel was clearly reaching that edge and he gently tried to pull Dean away, "De... Dean, I'm gonna... I can't... Oh, God I can't hold... Dean..." It was cute to see him struggle, wanting to warn Dean that he is about to come, uncertain if he should let it happen while his member was still in Dean's mouth. At his words, and in order to wipe any doubt, Dean started bobbing his head faster, one hand wrapping itself around Castiel's cock to hold him steady, the other shooting up to squeeze his ass to hold him close, and it was all it took for Castiel to loose it. His entire body convulsed as he came, hard, and shook as he actually felt Dean swallow around his cock. He stiffened, and just breathed in and out for a few moments, slowly coming to, and Dean let his member fall from his mouth, smiling to himself proudly.

When Castiel looked down on Dean, those vivid blue eyes so filled with adoration and amazement, something inside of Dean's chest swelled up. He gasped when the dark-haired man dropped to his knees, leveling himself with Dean, and kissed him without restraint. It was similar to his kisses from last night, filled with need and desire, free and undisputed, but a lot less sloppy. It seemed like Castiel would finally stop tiptoeing around him. The man broke the kiss and searched Dean's eyes for any itsy-bitsy sigh of discomfort, and when he found none, he glanced down at Dean's erection.

"Can... Can I make you feel good too?" Oh, God, that almost desperate plea in his voice was so damn hot, Dean had no idea how come this could be so arousing. To be given so much control over what happens between them. He shyly nodded and allowed Castiel's hand to push him back on the bed as the man started kissing up his thighs, fast and dirty, making Dean loose all coherent thought. His hands roamed freely over Dean's body and he arched and leaned into every touch, letting out a series of purrs and moans and hums and whimpers as Castiel reached his (only slightly) smaller member, took it in his hot, wet mouth and started sucking like a goddamn professional. When Dean too came with a strangled cry only a few minutes after Castiel even started, there was no doubt that the man managed to make him feel so much better then 'good'.

"I am sorry if that was a bit... I promise to make it even better next time." Castiel said and Dean lifted himself on his elbows and stared at him in slight disbelief trying to catch his breath. How could he make that better? Dean was already mind-blown by not just the man's skill, but how he managed to make it dirty and gentle at the same time.

"How better?" Dean asked confused, not even realizing what he was asking, and Castiel quirked an eyebrow, still kneeling between Dean's legs and smiled. What he said next, was said with a careful observation of Dean's reactions to the words.

"Next time, I will take my time, teasing the tip with my tongue and then slide it up and down the shaft, while I keep my eyes on firmly on your face, watching you fall apart and let out more of those delicious sounds without holding back. I want to hear you shout my name as I take you in all the way, one of my hands slipping to caress that perfect ass of yours while the other plays with your balls until you come undone, spilling not in my mouth, but directly down my throat."

"Yes, please." Dean said before Castiel even finished pronouncing that last T, and the man smiled, slightly blushing. He rose up and laid next to Dean to give him another amazing kiss.

"I wouldn't mind hearing what you would like to do too..." He whispered in Dean's ear, his voice deeper and husky sending tingles thoughtout Dean's body. Dean took in a deep breath. This is what he has been struggling with since this whole thing began and... God he wanted to tell him everything, he wanted to tell him that he was starting to heave feelings for him, and that it scared the shit out of him and he wanted to tell him about his past and how much he feared this thing that they have will fall apart like everything in his life. He wanted Castiel to tell him that it won't, he wanted Cas to assure him he will be there and that he won't walk out on him and that he won't let... God, destiny or whatever big bad out there was dictating his life, that he won't let them break this apart. He wanted to tell him how much he wanted more, so much more, how he wanted his soft touches and his kisses and to feel his body next to his, on top of his, all over him, more, just more. More of this, more of it all. More passion, more affection, more Cas. He wanted it all.

"How... how about I tell you tonight?" Dean offered, knowing he was starting to work himself in a frenzy and that he would only end up saying god-knows-what, and it would only make Cas more worried, and that was definitely not what he wanted.

They ended up going out after breakfast, and Dean finally persuaded Cas to go and explore the huge fortress across the river. He had no idea why Cas was so reluctant to go, but he soon find out. Every time they would walk through a long dark tunnel, Cas would squeeze his hand tighter and his breathing seemed to become a bit more shallow. It was clear he wanted to say 'No' when Dean asked if they could go check out the catacombs but instead he put on a fake smile that Dean saw right through and just nodded his consent.

"Cas, what's the matter? You obviously don't want to go there, so why pretend? Tell me what's wrong." Dean asked facing him, his hands reaching out to hold Castiel's and Dean rubbed his thumbs over them, while he waited patiently for an answer. Castiel huffed a laugh first, trying to hold up his facade before he let it crumble down and bit his lower lip, looking so adorably ashamed as if he had anything to feel ashamed about.

"I... I'm a little claustrophobic." He finally uttered and Dean - Dean himself had to reach and lift his chin, and force Cas to look at him like the roles were reversed. Dean's expression was so filled with understanding and there was not an ounce of tease, no pity, no mock in them that a big, strong, powerful man such as Castiel Novak was afraid of a little tight space and some darkness.

"Cas... Hey, it's okay. We don't have to go there... Besides, there isn't much to see in the dark anyway, probably some stale air and trash all around..." Dean said, and Cas wanted to protest, because he wanted to give Dean this experience and give him everything he wanted.

"No... You want to go, so we will go. I gotta face my fears sometimes, right?"

Fears? What fears? Who has time to think about the darkness and the confining space around them when the guy Cas was really into was kissing him like there was no tomorrow, pressing him against a wall and letting him feel his erection slotting against his own. They haven't even entered the actual catacombs, just the dark tunnel that lead to them and Castiel could feel his panic started to rise one minute, and then the next all he could feel, all he could think is Dean and how it felt great to have him take control like this just to help Cas out and to reward him for wanting to face his fears for Dean. Fears? What fears?

Castiel was completely lost when Dean's hand sneakily slipped into his pants and if it wasn't for some other visitors of the Great Fortress, he is sure that Dean would have either jerked him off or blown him and that alone made him want to try and face his fears again the next time. Dean giggled as they fled before a group of visitor and God! how good it felt to hear him so carefree and happy.

Author's note: I know that the chapter might seem to abruptly stop and that is because as I was writing it, I realized that it was turning into a monster chapter and that I had to cut it. The good news is I now already have a part of the next one written so... Yay? Would love to hear some feedback, am I getting too fluffy?