In retrospective, Dean should have known this would turn out to be one of those freaky cases, like that one with the ghost sickness he contracted, that made him scream at a cat in a locker or that one when they got stuck in TV land with Gabriel as the producer, director, occasional trickster and a short archangel that looked ridiculous in his too big doctor's coat. But he was with Cas this time, and not with Sam, so he thought it would be fine.

As fine as he could be considering that they were investigating a string of disappearances in Apalachicola National Forest in Florida. Dean hated hiking. He hated it when he was younger and he certainly hated it now, older and grumpier and with his muscles sore and the air so damp he could barely breathe… And when did this simple forest turn into a jungle? Like seriously, there were vines and strange plants, even Cas made a few comments about it.

The strangest thing about this case though, was that the people who disappeared, actually returned, happier and smiling, but none of them wanted to share what exactly happened. They seemed to be doing better generally, turned their lives around, living without the stress, the depression, the regular issues that normally weigh them on.

Dean expected a spirit, or maybe a witch, heck, he even thought it might be some mythical forest creature, but he was wrong, to an extent. The forest, or the jungle slowly grew silent, and that was always a bad sign. Here and there a small sound came, a branch broken, a ruffle of leaves, a crunch of dirt. The air around them grew thick as strange darkness settled around them and Dean could see Cas' eyes darting everywhere, but he was just as lost as Dean was, his angelic mojo probably way too low to detect anything.

"Dean!" Cas suddenly shouted, looking alarmed and Dean turned just in time to get clogged in the head by something heavy. He went down, the last thing he saw were bare feet stomping his way with vines as anklets, little green leaves as pendants, dangling in a very mesmerizing way.

When Dean came to, his arms were a bit sore and, no wonder, they held him suspended from a tree branch about 10 feet off the ground. The branch was thick, cut clear and wedged between two trees, between two Y shapes of the tree and strengthened by vines, but Dean paid it all no mind, because there, near the second tree, just a few feet away from him, was Cas, suspended up in the same way, unconscious and… Naked. Just as Dean was.

Oh, fuck!

Dean's mouth immediately went dry, and he averted his eyes, but the image of Cas' tanned skin, firm muscles and erect cock burnt heavily in his mind, so much so that Dean's heart started pounding hard. How the fuck did they get up here? How was Cas's skin tanned when he wore that coat all the time? Who the fuck managed to clock out an angel? Why was his dick hard? Fuck, why was Dean's?

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Dean started threshing around, trying to free his hands somehow, but they were bound tightly by those damn vines and he couldn't snap them away. Distantly, he heard Cas' voice calling out to him, but he refused to acknowledge it, something building up in the pit of his stomach, sending tingles up his spine. The branch swayed under his weight, small cracking noises echoing in the empty forest and an idea occurred to him, so he started threshing harder.

"No, Dean, stop…" Cas called out, but Dean assumed he wanted to warn him that they were too high, if the branch broke, they would fall, but Dean thought that they could make it. Probably. Maybe. He started jumping in place, yanking down on the branch, his eyes screwed shut so that they wouldn't wander, while the fire in his stomach kept burning, making him sweet.

Suddenly, the branch snapped somewhere in front of him, lowering him a bit, but it didn't break off, still held together by those vines. Not that Dean immediately noticed what happened, because a very heavy, and very hard body slammed into him, propelled forward by gravity.

Dean panicked. He started threshing harder, his hands shaking and his whole body shuddering from the attack of the sensations, yelling, grunting, fighting to break free. Cas kept telling him to stop, pleading even as Dean's ribs kept brushing over his chest, their legs intertwining, Cas's whole body pressed to Dean's right side and… His big, fat cock poking him in the thigh…

"Dean, stop, please. Please, Dean. Just… Ugh… Please. Just… Dean, stop, please,stop! Dean, I am going to… Dean… Dean!" Cas shouted out his name, a warm, fuzzy and wet feeling spreading over Dean's thigh and Dean froze, finally doing as he was asked, a few moments too late. Cas just came all over him, and what was worse, Dean really, really liked it.

Oh, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!

They both hung there, speechless and chest heaving, and Dean opened his eyes to find Cas' face averted away, furiously red and… were those tears in his eyes? Despite feeling lightheaded, and stupidly aroused by this whole ordeal, Dean looked back at him feeling sympathetic, and wanting nothing more than to wipe that look off his face. He was just about to try and speak, when Cas beat him to it.

"I… I am sorry." The angel said, closing his eyes in shame, letting a tear roll down his cheek and to the distant ground.

"I feel… The plants around… They are affecting me, as I am sure they are affecting you… Mondia Whitei, and Dacryodes edulis… They are natural aphrodisiacs, but they are found in Africa, not… They should not be here. Nor should they be this strong, they should not be… I should be able to resist them, I… I am… I am sorry." The angel finished weakly, now more tears streaming down his face. His voice sounded so small and scared and it tore Dean apart. His mind was swimming with all the strong scents of the mentioned plants and their chemical influence on his thoughts, and with his strong desire to comfort Cas, to tell him it was okay and that it happens, Dean felt his own cock pulse with the need for any form of a stimulus. It all accumulated to Dean shifting his head, moving his cheek to brush up Cas' jawline, his lips coming close to his neck.

He felt dizzy and disoriented and so fucking aroused and sad for Cas and he let out a heavy breath, the warm air cascading over Cas' neck, arising goosebumps in it's wake.

"Dean…" Cas' voice was but a breath, the angel shivering. "What are you…" He tried, his own breath coming up short. Dean had no idea what he was doing, all he knew was that he didn't want to stop.

He followed his own breath leaning in and pressing his lips against the part of Cas' neck he could get to, considering the angel had his arms lifted up, making it somewhat hard to reach. Cas gasped, and shivered again, his cock giving an interested twitch where it was still pressed against Dean's thigh, coated with his previous release. Dean felt his cheeks flush, but he couldn't stop and a part of him didn't even want to. His heart wanted nothing more than to comfort Cas, to show him it's alright, and to… To… To feel. To let himself feel. Let himself taste. Dean dragged his lips over Cas' skin, darting his tongue out, licking, sucking, lightly biting. Fuck, he tasted good.

"Dean…" The angel whined, some uncertainty in his voice and Dean whiggled, turning to completely face him. His rock hard cock brushed against Cas' semi erect one, nesting next to it and both of them moaned, the sound coming from Cas' throat, vibrating through his neck and over Dean's lips, mixing with his own sounds, it was intoxicating.

Dean's own dick started oozing precum profusely, smearing over them both and easing the way, making it sooo much easier for their cock to slot together and slide beautifully. Cas let out another groan at the sensation, his dick hardening against Dean's as the hunter let his lips slide from the angel's neck over his jaw and finally to his chipped lips. They were less rough then they seemed, but they tasted so sweet, like warm crisp apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream, and coffee and maybe with a hint of those burgers in Lebanon Dean liked so much; or, maybe, it was just his imagination, but it didn't matter. All Dean knew was - he wanted more.

He didn't know who started it or when, but soon enough they were both grinding against one another, breathing hard and heavy and mingling their lips between each breath. Tingles that spread through Dean's body intensified, making his whole skin prinkle and he needed more, he wanted more. Driven by that need, Dean tried to move more, to get more contact, more of Castiel, more.

"Dean…" Cas' deep voice made something more logical stirr inside of Dean, and while his body continued his ministrations, his breath hitched as panic washed over him and immediately went away. A part of it was eased away by whatever the plant was making him this horny, but another part… Relished the closeness, the intimacy. "Deaaannn…" Cas struggled against the restraints as if he wanted to break free, to reach out, to touch Dean, but the struggling only made his dick slide next to Dean's at a glorious angle, the head of it catching against Dean's; at the same time Cas' breath reached Dean's neck, eliciting goosebumps and Dean was done for.

"Oh, fuck, Caaass!" Dean screamed as his orgasm ripped out of him, coating both their cocks in his cum, facilitating the slide even better. The hunter's breath hitched as the orgasm kept lasting, longer than he ever experienced before. His mouth dropped open, tears prickling in his eyes as the warm, pleasant feeling spread through his body all the way to his bones. "Cas…" A whisper fell from Dean's lips as he felt Cas' grace envelop itself around Dean's soul.

Cas cried out and threw his head back, his cock erupting between them as the angel reached another climax. Just like Dean's, it seemed to go on for a while, taking the angel's breath away, but for some reason Dean was focused on the long column of his exposed, barred neck, of the sweet tickling down it and the strong muscles that worked to facilitate Cas' gulps of air. His mouth started to water, but his lips dried and Dean's tongue darted out, moistening them, grazing his own teeth in the process.

He blinked, dispersing some of the strange thoughts that invaded his mind about sinking his teeth in the angel's flash, and lifted his gaze just in time to meet Castiel's dropping one. His blue eyes lust blown, a thin ring around his dilated pupils. Dean could feel the angel's chest heave and he saw his mouth dropping open, and he wanted to taste them again.

Dean was just about to lean in, to capture those lips again and see if they still feel as chipped as they did the first time, when a whining sound shifted his attention. Both he and the angel looked up just in time to see one of the vines start to stretch and before they could even suck in a breath, the thing snapped and then they were falling, falling and landing harshly on the ground, Dean on top of Cas. The hunter groaned as Cas' elbow hit his sternum, and he quickly rolled over, hissing as his back gave a popping sound. "Fuck. That fucking hurt."

"Cas?" Dean looked over when the angel gave no response and hadn't moved from the awkward position he landed in. "Cas?!" Dean's voice had a bit more urgency and volume, but the angel didn't react. "CAS!? Fuck!" Dean shouted and cursed, rolling over again to reach him. He let out a sigh of relief at finding that the angel was in fact alright, just unconscious. Great.

He was still stuck in the jungle of a forest, location unknown, with no weapon, no water, and no clothes. And on top of that, he had an unconscious angel next to him. Great. Freaking great.

Castiel came to, but didn't open his eyes yet. Instead, he let out a groan, feeling his vessel's muscles ache, especially in his left leg. His hand flew to his head, slid into his hair all the way to the big bump in the back. He hissed when his fingers brushed against it, and for a moment he wondered why his grace hadn't healed it. As soon as he thought it, his grace swirled up, categorized his injuries and healed the head bump, a few scraped on his hands and wrists and his dislocated ankle before going dormant again. When he tried to access it, he found that he couldn't, as if it was cloaked by something… Something that suspiciously looked like vines. And maybe rose thorns?

Deciding to let it go for now, Castiel cracked open his eyes to seek out Dean, needing to know what happened to him and where they even were. Castiel felt the soft mattress under him and felt the light sheet covering his bare vessel, so at least he knew he was in a bed, but when he opened his eyes, he realized he was in fact in a cabin. He hadn't processed much of anything else, because his attention was drawn to the figure sitting in a chair near his bed, watching him. A buzz rushed through his entire system at the sight of a naked body before him, those hungry green eyes watching him intensely.

"Dean?" He asked, because a lot of things could look like Dean, but there was no way Castiel could simply confirm that was indeed him, though he had that gut feeling, as Dean called it, that it was in fact the hunter that was staring at him with his lips parted, his tongue darting out to wet them…

"You okay?" Dean's voice was a bit breathless, and considering his dilated pupils, Castiel would guess he was aroused. His erected penis was a give-away too.

"I… Am." Castiel replied, his focus drawn to the gorgeous curve of Dean's member, and the angel could feel his own vessel responding positively.

"You fell pretty hard. Your ankle was busted." Dean commented, biting down on his lower lip and dragging it through his teeth.

"Healed. Where are we?" Their words were completely irrelevant in this situation, all Castiel wanted was to tackle Dean to the ground and kiss him stupid, feel his body and touch him; yet somehow, he refrained, waiting for Dean to make the move Castiel knew he would make. Logically, he knew they were still under the influence of the plants, but he didn't really care, there was no place for logic here.

"A cabin. Just a few hundred feet from where we were strung up. You sure you feeling okay?" Dean asked again, as if Castiel's wellbeing was the most important thing right now.

"Yes. I am alright."

"Good." was all Dean said before rising from his chair. Invisible sparks shimmered through the air as Dean stalked towards the bed, both of them staring at one another. As Dean stood up, revealing his body's full naked glory, Castiel caught a glimpse of Dean's erection, his… cock standing proudly, making Castiel's mouth water. The arousal that was shimmering underneath the surface rushed up, causing disruptions in his breathing.

"I…" Dean paused, just a hint of uncertainty flashing in his eyes, causing the sexual thrill to subdue, but only for a moment.

"Yes." Castiel breathed out. It was not a question, it was a confirmation. He reached for Dean, his hand grabbing the hunter's wrist and only slightly pulling. The barest smile tugged Dean's lips and he inched closer, allowing himself to be pulled in. One of his knees dipped the bed and soon enough, Dean was crawling on the bed, on top of him.

The angel outright moaned as Dean's firm body pressed against Castiel's, pressed him deeper into the soft mattress, pressed his glorious cock against Castiel's own. The hunter leaned in, his hot breath on Castiel's neck made him shiver and he let out a small embarrassing sound when those warm lips touched his skin. "Oh…" He let out as Dean's hands started caressing, lowering to his hips and keeping them steady because apparently, Castiel could not stop thrusting up, seeking friction.

"Cas…" the sound slipped between two breaths as Dean let his body slowly glide over the angel's and Castiel's hand came up to grab Dean's shoulder, to steady himself. He could feel the remains of his own grace shimmering under the surface of Dean's shoulder, where he once left his mark, one long faded and healed, but they both knew where it was. Dean gasped as Castiel's hand slotted in it's former place, his hips jerked, causing that delightful feeling of friction, and both of them moaned as pleasure zinged through them.

"Fffffuck…" Dean stammered, lifting his head up a bit, and looking down at Castiel, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted. Feeling braver than ever before, Castiel lifted his other hand, gripped Dean by the back of the neck and yanked him down for a fierce kiss. The hunter mewled, but definitely didn't surrender, their tongues battling. Not for dominance, but to show more passion, more lust, more hunger for the other, things they could never show before. Neither could remember why.

"Cas…" Dean breathed out against the angel's lips, his eyes closed in ecstasy as their bodies moved in sync. There was some need in his voice, but Castiel knew. He understood.

"Want you to fuck me, Dean."

"Jesus!" Dean shouted, his hips jerking and he pulled back a little bit, putting some distance between them. He looked down at Castiel with hungry eyes that bare only a hint of insecurity, biting down on his lower lip. "Fuck, this is…" His breathing was still hard, his chest heaved, but his eyes searched CAstiels' for something unknown to the angel. But then he blinked, and something changed. "No!" Dean shouted, but his actions didn't attest to him stopping. Instead he surged forth, pressing his mouth to Castiel's and plunging his tongue in, kissing him from the inch of his life. The angel moaned into the kiss, as Dean's hands went back to his body, driving him crazy. Yet he kept his hips high, their cocks only slightly brushing, and Castiel reached and cupped the hunters ass, trying to press him down.

"No." Dean said again, breaking the kiss, but still lingering close enough for Castiel to feel the hunter's hot breath over his lips. "No, I won't fuck you, Cas." He whispered, inching closer to his ear and capturing it gently between his lips. "I'm gonna make love to you, angel."

"Oh." Castiel let out a small whimper, feeling his heart stop, then hammer a few times before skipping a few more beats. After that, things were happening fast, but kind of in slow motion too. Dean was still on top of him, kissing his neck, tasting the skin, but his hand slipped down between them, only brushing at the base of Castiel's dick before venturing further back.

He felt his grace stir, then rush through his system as soon as Dean's fingers neared his hole. The hunter gasped when his finger slipped inside, probably feeling the cool tendrils of his grace relaxing his muscles and easing the way. Castiel's hand slid from Dean's shoulder to his arm and pushed slightly, the look in Castiel's eyes hopefully enough to convey that preparation wasn't necessary. Dean huffed a smile, moved and then Castiel felt the head of his cock at his entrance.

"Holy shit." Dean choked out as he sunk deeper into Castiel's body, making him moan. "Shit, is that your grace? Fuck, you feel so good, angel."

"Dean…" Castiel's back arched, the motion pushing Dean's cock even more deeper. It was more intense than anything he ever felt before, and not just the physical feeling of being full, of having a part of Dean inside him, but the emotional connection. The intimacy of the act, the fact that he was feeling at all because his grace allowed him to, and most importantly, the way Dean touched him, kissed him, looked at him. Like he was the most precious thing in the world.

"Feels so good, too…" he managed, sounding so stupid to himself, but he didn't care. Dean slowly started moving, rocking gently in and out, his lips and hands never leaving Castiel's skin, their touch leaving tingles in their wake. The build up was slow, but somehow still intense as they both started moving against one another, Dean thrusting into him and Castiel pushing back, meeting him halfway. Castiel's breaths came out slow and shallow as something bubbled deep inside him, growing with every move Dean made until it finally erupted. With a sound that he hoped sounded like a moan, but was probably more of a whine, Castiel threw his head back and came between them then revelled in ecstasy and happiness, blessed out as Dean kept thrusting, his own muscles spamming, preparing for the inevitable.

When Dean came, it was a dozen thrusts later, and with his lips parted, eyes staring down at Castiel's. He was the most gorgeous thing Castiel had ever seen and in this moment, here, now, Dean was his.

Turned out, Dean was his a few more times after that. Each time one of them climaxed, the effects of the vine plants lessened, but came back full force when they caught their breath. It didn't let go until Castiel, in one of his moments of delirium, proclaimed that he belonged to Dean, that he would always be his, no matter what and Dean… Dean told him he loved him. That orgasm was mind blowing, literally and Castiel had no recollection of any thoughts or actions after that, until he woke up the next morning, body tangled with Dean's.

The hunter was still sound asleep, so Castiel snuck out of the bed, finally clear headed enough to try and understand what happened. They were in a simple, one room cabin, he remembered Dean saying something about dragging him here, supposedly half a mile from where they landed. Or was it something he vaguely remembered himself, barely conscious as Dean carried him?

He wanted to think about them, about what happened and about what will happen now that the effects of the plants were gone, but at the same time… He didn't want to think about it at all. So instead, he focused on his surroundings. The cabin was warm, even if there was no heat source within it, so Castiel figured the temperature outside must be similar. The doors probably leading outside (the only other were to the bathroom, he knew that because they were slightly ajar) were right there, to his left, yet when he got up from the bed, his feet carried him to the small kitchen. The kitchen didn't seem to have electricity, but there was a small gas stove and before he realized what he was doing, Castiel was setting a pot of water to boil, so that he could brew coffee, the old-fashioned way. He found a small storage, the entrance only covered with a curtain, yet the small room seemed much cooler. There, he found a lot of supplies and food, but he picked smoked and dried ham and eggs, feeling Dean would appreciate them best. As he made breakfast, he felt his own mouth water to the smell of sizzling meat, so he made extra, hoping it won't taste as foul as it always does. His grace was still subdued, but he had a feeling that, if he really wanted to, he could wake it up. He just didn't want to do it, not yet.

"Your cooking skills aren't the best, but that does smell delicious." Dean's voice startled Castiel out of his thoughts and he jerked his head around, his eyes widening at the sight of a very naked Dean before him. He blushed and looked away, then slouched as he remembered he too was just as bare. Suddenly, big, strong hands slid around his waist and pulled him flush against a firm body and he gasped, or yelped and froze, trying to remember how to breathe, despite not really needing to.

"I meant what I said yesterday. I care about you angel. I am done pretending. I am done being scared of what might happen if I let you in. Mostly because I already let you into my heart without realizing, so I am just going to stop making both of us miserable and enjoy any moment I can get." Dean whispered to his ear then just stood there, probably waiting for judgement. As if Castiel could tell him no. As if he ever could.

Saying something in the lines of 'I thought you didn't like chick-flic moments.' would probably make the hunter smile and ease this entire situation, but that wasn't something Castiel would say, that wasn't something he would do. So instead, he turned around in Dean's arms and looked deep into his eyes. His hand rose to cup his cheek and he let his eyes slip closed as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Dean's. The kiss was warm, and nice, not charged like those of last night, but still filled with heavy emotions.

"I meant what I said yesterday too. I belong to you." Castiel said as he broke the kiss and smiled when Dean let out a small sigh of relief. Another kiss cemented those words and Dean kept his arms around him even when Castiel turned to finish their meal.

Years later, they would look back on this day, and wouldn't wonder how they found their way home, or how come they never found what the hunt actually was, who enchanted them and if those forces still roamed that forest or moved on. No, they would remember the very first conscious, drug-free touches they shared, how new and exciting it all was, and how they never dreamed that they would get to have that for the next forty years. Maybe even more, but that - only time could tell. And if all else fails, they would meet again in Heaven. Because no matter what, their story really is a Forever one.

The End