With every ticking second, Castiel's anxiety grew. He and Dean were bonded before God and before people, joined in a holy union, and after the festivities, they would retire to Castiel's chambers, now theirs, and… Castiel was nervous and anxious, along with a multitude of other feelings that weighed down on him. Tonight, they were supposed to… They were to become intimate. And on top of that, he was supposed to claim Dean.

It was all just… It felt a little too good to be true. Castiel feared that at some point, Dean would look at him and… Not see him. That he would see James and that he would flinch, recoil in horror and Castiel knew it would hurt, hurt so much. And what if he lost control? What if he was too rough, what if he hurt Dean? Hurt him like his brother did?

His heart belonged to the omega, it was his almost from the very first moment he laid his eyes on Dean, the very first time his scent entered his system. He battled his emotions since then, he battled his inner alpha and its need to protect the omega, to help him, to keep him. Something inside of him died when he let him go, even if it was the right thing to do. And now… Now that he had him back, and Dean wanted him, with all his quirks and flaws, he was terrified he would make one wrong move and lose him, lose him all over again.

Yet the clock moved forward, disregarding his troubles.

He had promised Dean. He asked for time, and promised that they would be intimate on their wedding night. And how could he break that promise? How could he ask for more time? And how could he stay away?

Lord, he wanted him, he wanted to feel him and taste him and hear him, he wanted it badly. The mere memory of those tantalising lips on his skin were enough to make him dizzy, the echoes of the delightful moans spilling from the omega's mouth causing his arousal to grow. Dean was the most beautiful creature and Casteil felt so unworthy.

"Tonight, I'm gonna make you do something we've never done before." Dean whispered in his ear at one point during dinner, making Castiel's body shiver from the hot breath and the promise of what was to come. Dean's hand would often find Castiel's thigh when they were seated next to one another, and when they were not, the omega would find a way to touch him - a hand in his, hot palm against his back, light fingers moving up his arm. A few chaste kisses or pecks on the cheek. And his eyes… Always focused on Castiel, even when he was talking to someone else, always including him in the conversation when he spoke to his own guests, as if he was showing off his alpha. There was pride in his words whenever he spoke of Castiel, and the alpha's heart swelled hearing him.

The nervous jitters haven't subdued even after a few glasses of that grape nectar, even if they made him more excited and maybe a bit unsteady on his feet. But the lightheaded feeling only made the evening fly by faster and before he knew it, they were wishing their last guests a good night's sleep and were retreating towards their chambers. The doors clicked closed and Castiel froze in the middle of the room, his eyes darting the freshly made bed and the floor, but not Dean. He was too scared to look at the omega, as if he might turn out to be a monster of sorts, and incubus that would use sex to drain his very essence. The wine was certainly making his imagination run wild.

Castiel barely contained his flinch when Dean touched them, sliding his hand up Castiel's arm and gently tugging him to turn and face him. Castiel's lips parted, but no words came as he watched Dean lean forth, tucking his face in the alpha's neck and inhaling deeply. He hummed, a small smile spreading over his plump lips, and Castiel suddenly wanted nothing more than to trail his tongue across it. Dean pulled back and bared his throat in a very inviting way and all thoughts about the omega's lips flew right out of the window. Castiel inched closer, already picking up the sweet scent of cherries, his mouth watering and desperately wanting a taste.

Warm hands slipped under his dress shirt before he managed to press his lips on Dean's skin, and they moved up so Castiel had to pull away and allow Dean to remove his shirt along with the vest. The alpha's eyes fell closed as those soft hands slid up his bare chest, over his shoulders and then down his back, the tips of the fingers sliding just under the waistline of his dress pants, brushing against the lower back and making Castiel shiver slightly. His breath hitched when those fingers moved to the front, opening his dress pants and letting them slide down. Dean pushed, and Castiel stumbled out of his pants, his eyes flying open and focusing on Dean, on his lower lip that was caught under his teeth in an attempt to hide his smile. The sight made arousal spike up, along with his anxiety and he tripped, falling in a seated position on the bed. Dean's smile only grew.

And then it really began. Slowly, but not sensually, Dean removed first his shoes, then socks. Then his vest. Dizziness overwhelmed him, but his heart started pounding hard when Dean lifted his dress shirt, revealing a bit of skin. He should not be this affected, he had seen the omega without a shred of clothing before, yet this felt different, felt much more significant. This was Dean baring himself for Castiel. For his alpha. This was his omega allowing him to see, and soon to touch and oh. Oh.

Something deep and profound stirred up inside of Castiel, overwhelming him in this precious moment.

Dean removed his shirt, his pants too, standing strong and proud before his alpha, taking his breath away. Those green gems gazed into his eyes and for the love of him, Castiel couldn't even begin to comprehend the emotions within them. Dean moved, slowly but confidently towards him and Castiel gasped when Dean knelt before him. Yet the omega only removed his shoes, his pants that got caught up in them and his socks before rising back to his feet. "Up on the bed, Cas." Dean said.

It didn't sound like an order, but not quite like a request either; however, the strangest thing was Castiel's inner desire to obey and lay himself on his back into a starred position for the omega to feast his eyes upon. That thought screeched to a halt when he realized he still had his undergarments on, and for that fact, so did Dean. But the omega hadn't said anything about removing them, and Castiel won't do it on his own. Instead, he complied with what Dean did say and scooted backwards, his eyes remaining locked with the omega's. Tantalizingly slow, Dean crawled after him and Castiel felt his heart start to beat ferociously , as he felt so torn. He wanted Dean, if for nothing else then to please him, and give him what he needed, wanted, but at the same time he was so fearful.

Not of being intimate, not of touching Dean and having him flinch away because of a flashback or something similar. He could deal with that, but if they were to knot, if they were to bound to each other without being able to break away, and Dean started to panic, Castiel feared he would not be able to sooth him and he would suffer. Worst off, what if he bit him and Dean regretted it? What if they mated and Dean decided he didn't want it? He would suffer greatly from mating rejection if that happened. These fears plagued Castiel's mind, worrying him so, and he was startled when Dean reached him and set a warm, grounding hand on Castiel's bare chest.

He smiled, brightly and kindly, his eyes filled with affection and… respect? And then he lay beside Castiel, as close as he could, plastering his body against Castiel and… Snuggling? He was a bit lower on the bed, the position allowing him to settle his face in the crook of Castiel's neck, his nose brushing against skin and inhaling deeply. He let out a long, satisfied sigh and smiled once again. "Now go to sleep."

What?

"Wh… Sleep? But you said…"

"I told you I would make you do something we haven't done before. In fact, I believe that you haven't done it in a very long time. We are going to sleep. Here. On a proper bed. I even had them change the mattress to a harder one so that it wasn't too soft." Dean said, moving even closer. It felt so nice, the warmth of his body so close, radiating heat and spreading the pleasant feeling all over Castiel's body. Dean took Castiel's arm and slung it over his shoulders, so the alpha pressed, holding him close.

"Thank you, Dean." Castiel said, huffing a small smile. Dean was such a tease, but he must have felt Castiel's discomfort. He felt Dean press his lips against his jaw for a brief moment, then settled down. Slowly, the alpha drifted off to sleep with his omega cuddled by his side.

The dreams that have been filled with warmth and happiness slowly faded, and Castiel felt tendrils of cold, scary nightmares take their place, but before any could fully form, Castiel woke. He sighed in relief at the fact that Dean was still a warm body pressed against him and he hugged him tighter, letting his cherry scent wash over him. Detecting a hint of bourbon in the scent, Castiel inhaled deeper, the entrancing smell making his arousal spike. "Dean?"

Dean shifted, brushing his hardened member against Castiel's thigh and the alpha gasped, his entire body tingling at the sensation, while pure lust engulfed him. "Aaalpha…" Dean said, a silent plea in his voice, but then he just took a deep breath and pulled away, turning his back to Castiel. Sudden ache filled his heart and his hand moved on instinct, settling on Dean's arm, but not pulling him away. Driven by the need to sooth his omega, Castiel moved closer, snuggling into the back of his neck. Dean let out one little pleased hum, and suddenly Castiel was pressing his lips against Dean's skin, his hand moving up and down omega's arm.

It must have been some sleep daze, Castiel was much more relaxed then he was when they first lay down, and his inner alpha urged him to give Dean more. So Castiel did, kissing and caressing until Dean's hums started to turn into a mixture of moans and purrs, spurring him on. Somehow, either Dean moved a bit backward or Castiel moved a bit forward, their bodies pressed together, the swell of the omega's tush settling in Castiel's lap, against his slowly swelling member. Castiel gasped at the first contact, but started following Dean's rocking motions, feeling the slow build up in his stomach.

"Cas… I want you." Dean stated, a fact, not a plea. Just telling Castiel he was ready, if the alpha was too. Castiel pulled back and witnessed as Dean tried to contain a hurt sigh. But Castiel only moved away so that he would let Dean lie on his back, then blanket him with his body, warm him with his kisses and sooth him with his hands. As soon as he did that, Dean outright moaned, arching up and moving against Castiel.

"Shhhh… I got you…" He whispered, his hands sliding up Dean's arms, over his chest and perky nipples and down to the waistband of his undergarments. Dean lifted himself to allow Castiel to remove them, his stiff member springing free. Immediately, Castiel was hit with the scent of cherry bourbon and he moved impulsively, burying his face under Dean's dick, inhaling and feeling the omega's slick on his chin. Dean let out a delightful cry, and Castiel's arms circled his thighs, gripping them and holding open as his inner alpha forced Castiel to have a taste. Just one little taste.

Dean cried and shook as Castiel licked and licked and took his fill, feeling more intoxicated by the taste of his slick then of anything he had ever tried before. His instincts were taking over, and for the first time, he let them, just a bit, solely because Dean wanted him to. Wanted him. The omega gasped and took large gulps of breath when Castiel pulled away, the alpha fumbling with his own underwear. Raising his eyes to meet Dean's, just to make sure it was still alright, he was still alright, he found the omega staring at him with his lips parted and his pupils blown wide, the ring of green around his irises shimmering with gold.

"Don't you fucking back out now, I need you." Dean warned, and yes, there was no possibility for Castiel to cease now, not while Dean was so aroused, his heat was rising to the surface with the golden glow in his eyes, proving there was no room for any worry, any hesitancy, any reservation. Castiel only stared at him, hard and unwavering and inched closer; one hand on the omega's leg, keeping it open, the other holding his erection and guiding it forward. For a few moments the only sound filling the room was their heavy breathing until Castiel came close enough that the head of his member was nudging against Dean's rim. Dean moaned even before Castiel breached him, the moan turning into a squeal as the alpha pushed in, while Castiel's mouth only dropped open, no sound escaping his throat.

Never in his life had he felt something as mind blowing as his thick cock sliding into such a hot, wet hole of a willing omega. Castiel had sex before, mostly with a few betas, never with an omega, as they were never imprisoned, rather enslaved or dead. His brain went haywire, and his primal urges took over for a moment, relaxing him and most likely making his eyes shimmer alpha red before he blinked it away, taking charge again.

Castiel leaned forward, breathing in and out until he reached Dean, burying himself deeper into the omega's heat. The angle was awkward, but he managed to leave a single loving kiss before he had to pull back and lean on Dean's chest. He rocked his hips, slowly, back and forth, simply enjoying the feeling, trying to shove aside all the gnawing feeling that he might do something wrong and hurt Dean. Instead, he focused on kissing whatever part he could reach, letting his fingers caress what he couldn't, gentle and loving.

"Cas." Dean's voice was but a breath, passing over Castiel's body and enveloping him, deepening his ecstasy.

"Shhh… I got you." The words spilled, sounding more as though they were meant for Casteil himself and not to reassure Dean.

"Move. Harder." Dean breathed out, and Castiel wanted to, tried to, but couldn't. His hips buckled a bit in half-aborted thrusts as fear started plaguing his mind again, and he hated it, hated himself. Dean deserved better.

Strong arms enveloped him and tightened around his upper body, providing so much comfort and reassurance, all the things he should be giving, not receiving. The hands glided over his shoulder blades, Dean's voice shushing him and making him relax. "You're still worried about me, aren't you?" When Castiel didn't reply, Dean let out a sigh and spoke back up.

"I am good, I won't break. I know you are scared that you'll hurt me, and seeing that, experiencing that , assures me that you won't. You are not him, Cas." He said and paused, the words sinking in deep.

"When I look at you, I don't see him, I could never see him, because he would never look at me the way you do. He would never look at me and see me , look at me like I am something to be cherished and loved and cared for."

"I am yours and you are mine, I can feel it deep down, I can sense it in the air around us…"

"Yours." The word slipped from Castiel's mouth unbeckoned, interrupting Dean's speech, but still making the omega smile widely.

"Mine."

"Yours." Castiel confirmed, and there was something relevant about it, but he was too tired and too drained to even try and understand what it was. Dean remained silent for a few minutes, his hands still soothing Castiel, his hot breath still a light breeze in Castiel's hair, his heartbeat a slow lullaby.

"Come here, alpha." Dean suddenly said, nudging Castiel to the right, back to the spot where he lay before. Castiel's aching member slipped out of the omega's heat and Castiel silently mourned the loss, saddened by the fact that he failed. He failed to be what his omega wanted him to be.

Luckily for him, his omega was stubborn and strong-willed, and somehow always got what he wanted.

As Castiel's head hit the pillow, Dean's lips emerged with his, the omega kissing him slowly but with such passion, it made Castiel feel lightheaded again. Dean's hands now turned to roam over the alpha's chest and his abdomen, massaging the skin and lulling Castiel's mind, then startling him by throwing his leg over Castiel's. His eyes shot open, wide and surprised, but Dean only smiled, lopsided yet sweet and proceeded to straddle him. "Still mine, alpha?"

"Yours. " Castiel hastened to say, gazing up to his omega above him.

"Good." Dean said and rose up a bit, his hand gripping Castiel's erection making the alpha gasp from the touch. He positioned it just right before he slowly sank down on it, making them both moan in unison. Dean reached and took Castiel's hands, placing them on his hips and huffing a smile when Castiel latched on, holding tightly. Dean took a deep breath and let it out before speaking again. "God, how are you this amazing?"

"I… I'm not." Castiel said with a small frown, not even knowing how he was managing to form coherent thought, much less words.

"Yes, yes you are. You're too good for me. You let me get away with anything, you give…" Dean said, slowly starting to roll his hips, throwing his head back when Castiel's member brushed his inner wall. He started to move with a little more vigor, catching his breath before finishing his previous thought. "...you give me control."

Whether he was too entranced by the omega moving above him and the feel of his slick hole all around his member, or he was just too slow to piece it together, but it took him a moment to realize what Dean was saying. But as soon as he did, he understood how true it was, and how liberating it was. "I give you control."

"Yes, you…God… You do and it's so hot." Dean said, his rocking becoming a little more frantic, his hips rising up a bit and sliding back down. But the omega didn't realize Castiel wasn't asking, he wasn't confused, he was telling him, he was relinquishing it all to Dean. Dean, who was almost starting to bounce on top of Castiel, his own member slapping against the alpha's stomach, the omega looking like the epitome of perfection and beauty, at least from Castiel's perspective.

"I give you control." He repeated breathlessly, but with conviction in his voice. "I give you… Everything. Take it all… Take… Take me. Dean... Take me. Dean…"

"Dean, bite me!"

"Holy shit!" Dean stuttered, losing his coordination, and by the looks of things, nearly reaching his peak. Lord only knew how close Castiel himself was. "You want me to… Oh, fuck!" Dean let out, glaring at Castiel but resuming his rocking, resuming the build up.

"Please, Dean!" Castiel shouted, feeling heat coiling deep inside ready to burst. "Do it! Please, do it now!" Before he even finished that sentence, Dean lurched forward, and sunk his teeth into Castiel's neck. With the chance in position, Castiel's erection would have slipped out of Dean if it hadn't been for his knot that suddenly swelled and caught on Dean's rim, making the omega hiss when it tugged. Pain erupted in Castiel's neck, but only for a brief moment, then he was almost blinded by the force of his orgasm. It got prolonged as Dean kept rocking, teetering on the edge himself, his hot member brushing between his stomachs.

Dean released his bite, and Castiel bucked up, screaming his name once again, and the motion must have hit that special spot because Dean shouted too, suddenly ejeculating, his hot semen coating Castiel's chest. The omega immediately fell forward, and instantly, Castiel's hands enveloped him in a caring and protective way. Dean hummed, then lifted his head to lazily lick at the wound, sealing it, then settled his head back on Castiel's chest.. After a few minutes, or a half an hour, Castiel wasn't sure, Dean moved, tilting his head back to look at Castiel.

"I can't believe you asked me to do that." He whispered. Yes, it was extremely rare for an alpha to ask for a bite, especially before he marked the omega. In most cases, alphas didn't even wear the bite, choosing instead not to bind themselves to their omegas, especially if they had more than one.

"I am yours." Castiel stated matter-of-factly, giving Dean a small, fond smile before leaning in to set a small peck on Dean's lips.

"Mine." Dean repeated possessively, but with a teasing smile. "And am I yours, alpha? Cuz I don't feel a bite on my neck." He teased more, but there was some insecurity in his voice that struck Castiel. The alpha watched him for a moment, searching his eyes.

"May I bite you?" He finally asked.

"Fuck yes!" Dean exclaimed and immediately bared his neck for Castiel. The alpha leaned in, dragged his nose over Dean's skin, making the omega shiver, then placed a small, warm kiss on his mating gland. "Cas…" The alpha heeded the warning in his voice to stop the teasing, yet he couldn't help but slide his tongue over the place where he wanted his bite, and Dean let out a small moan, his spent member twitching, still trapped between them.

Slowly, he opened his mouth, letting his lips drag over the skin in the process and pressed his teeth, holding for a moment before clamping down and breaking the skin. The taste of cherry bourbon exploded in his mouth, overwhelming his senses and plummeting him into another mind blowing orgasm. Dean keened, and more wetness spread between them indicating that Dean too climaxed again. Castiel relaxed his jaw immediately, releasing him and carefully licked the wound to make it heal faster.

"Mine." He whispered, more to assure Dean.

"Fuck, yeah!" Dean replied, looking so dazed, it was adorable, and Castiel couldn't help his wide smile. Never in his life had he experienced such euphoria, but it didn't seem like it was just a momentary feeling. It seemed like something much more real, much more lasting. It was impossible, but somehow, it seemed… It seemed like forever.

"Mine." He whispered again, the words falling from his lips unbeckoned.

"Mine." Dean replied unexpectedly, and smiled back at Castiel.

"Each other's."

"Forever."

Author's Notes:

Now, this was supposed to be the end of the story, but I had a few issues with ending it here. A small part hated leaving it at chapter 13, I am a bit superstitious. But more importantly, I wanted more smut, and something extra, so there will be one more chapter to this. I hope you liked what I did so far, leave me a comment, tell me what you think.

On an added note, if you are interested in reading about a stupid, drunk-on-his-ass Warlock Dean summoning a sex demon for his pleasure and ending up with more then he bargained for, check out Addicted to You by Ltleflrt, on AO3. It's really good.