Author's note: We get mixed POVs in this chapter, each divided with a line, so there won't be any confusion. This is it, boys and girls. The last chapter. Hope you enjoyed the story and like this ending.

Five months later:

"I gotta say, Castiel, you are making very odd progress here." Dr. Barnes said, leaning back in her chair and eyeing Cas with an amused smile. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you got a PHD in behavioral psychology, at least."

"Well, I have been doing a lot of reading…" Cas tried, but Dr. Barnes cut him off, making him frown and question just how therapy really worked. Wasn't he supposed to be the one doing most of the talking?

"A 10 year old could read. You are… absorbing it all in a… Honestly? A disturbing rate. You have self-diagnosed each and every one of your issues."

"Yes, well, Dr. Barnes…"

"Pamela." She corrected and Cas huffed at her, letting out a long frustrated sound.

"When you start calling me Cas, I'll call you Pamela. Until then, it is Dr. Barnes." He said and slumped when she smirked at him, obviously achieving something she had been playing at. She would do that sometimes, push him until he said something that probably bore some importance, and then she would never comment on it, making him think it over and over and over until he came up with his own conclusion. And she wondered why he frowned and growled at her so much.

"Anyway, as I was saying, it is strange, but it is progress. I get that you understand your issues, but that you don't know how to work on them, so that they don't interfere with your life. That is what I am here for." She said with a knowing smile and a quirked brow, making him sigh in defeat. "Now. Tell me what we need to work on."

Cas stared daggers at her for a few minutes, his eyes squinting as he appeared angry, but really wasn't. He was irritated that in this short time, his psychiatrist knew him so well and could draw out everything he was thinking and feeling and lay it out in the open for him. There was no room for questions, no room for imagination. Every time he began to question his decisions, she led him to the answer that he made the right call. Every time he felt insecure about his emotions, she would simplify things, making everything black and white, and make him see the truth.

And every time he would wonder about Dean, about his decisions and feelings and about them as a couple, she would just tell him to go and ask Dean. Not to dwell on it, not to assume, but to ask. He read in a book somewhere that communication was the key to a successful relationship, and it was working on lowering his anxiety, so he guessed she had a point.

Letting out another sigh, he tried again. "It is almost summer and Sam's vacation is…" and once again, he was interrupted.

"Yes, you will be meeting Sam and his girlfriend Jess soon, and yes, it is exciting and scary, but we talked about this… We talked and talked and talked, and you know what is going to happen, and what you won't allow to happen." She gave him a pointed look, then straightened up in her chair. "So, wanna try again? Tell me what's really bugging you, or we are done with this session." Castiel frowned, then set his lips into a pout, before crossing his arms and looking away, trying to seem pissed again. But he knew it wouldn't work. She was too patient and he was too lenient, despite how much his behavior had changed over the last few months.

"Fine!" He finally snapped. "I has been almost half a year and we still haven't had penetrative sex! There! Happy now?"

The grin she gave him said it all.

"Okay. And why do you think this is so?"

"Well, obviously because of before."

"Yes, of course, but, why? Why is the before influencing the now?"

"You know what happened." Cas said with a glare. He really didn't like to reminisce about that night, but he knew he would have to, if he ever wanted to fix it all. When Pamela gave him the look, he scoffed. "But that was before and this is now, and I am ready, I know I am. I trust him and I love him, but every time we…" He trailed off, not even sure what he could say.

"We get carried away. We… We get there before we get there, you know? And he is always so sweet and so good and the things he does…" Cas tried to explain it, but he was clearly struggling.

"Have you tried talking to him about it?" Pamela quipped and Cas averted his eyes, blushing slightly.

"Well, yes, kind of… Like when we are in the middle of… You know. I tell him I want him, I want to feel him and…"

"Castiel. We talked about this. You need to use your words." She said and Cas slumped down, knowing that she probably had a point. The fact that he was embarrassed shouldn't prevent him from talking to Dean, and make it clear what he wanted. But Pamela wasn't done yet. "You remember when we talked about perspective?" The question made him pause, confused.

"Yes?"

"Have you tried it?"

"Well, sometimes when I…"

"No, I mean with this issue."

"No…"

"Want to try now?" She asked, and when he gave a reluctant nod, she continued. "Ok, put yourself in Dean's shoes. You are slowly getting intimate and things are progressing great and…" she started, motioning for him to continue.

"And I tell him… I mean, Cas tells me he is enjoying this and encourages me to do more, and I… I want to make him feel good, because that's the kind of a guy I am, sweet and generous and loving and I… I kiss him and touch him, just like he likes it…" Cas talked for Dean, a smile growing on his face.

"And then Cas asks to feel you. What is your first thought?" Pamela interjected.

"Hell yeah!" Cas said with a laugh. Pamela huffed a smile too, shaking her head, but then she paused and quirked that damn brow at him, making him second guess it. What would Dean really think? "I… I'm not sure…"

"Do you really think that he would jump at the first innuendo?" Pamela asked and Cas shrugged, not sure he would. In fact, Dean was usually so attentive and caring, he would make sure Cas really meant it.

But he meant it back then. That night. He meant it, he was so sure, and he told Dean he wanted it and then he… Oh! Pamela offered a reassuring smile when the realization dawned on Castiel's face and he berated himself immediately for thinking only about himself. Of course Dean would be apprehensive, he would be scared about potentially hurting Cas and he would… Oh, God!

"I have to go!"

"Castiel, are you sure, we still…"

But Castiel didn't hear what Dr. Barnes was trying to say, he was out the door before she could even finish her sentence.

Cas barged through the front door of their apartment, stumbling inside, panting, only to be met by silence. He completely forgot Dean was supposed to be in the shelter that afternoon. Taking a moment to breathe, Castiel paused his frantic thoughts. Yes, he needed to talk to Dean, but no, he wasn't about to march down to the shelter and discuss his sexual life in front of everyone.

In fact, running out of his therapist office was completely unnecessary, it wasn't as if he was going to find Dean and immediately fall into his arms and they would make love and live happily ever after. This wasn't fanfiction, this was real life.

Castiel pulled his phone out of his pocket, the one he bought with the very first paycheck, and checked the time. There was a text from Dr. Barnes telling him to "Go get him, tiger!", and it made him chuckle. The time said he had about an hour before he was supposed to meet Dean in the shelter, so he figured he could make the best of it. Show Dean that he really, truly wanted him, wanted to be with him, in every way possible.

"Your smile is disgusting." Meg said without the usual malice in her voice, and Dean grinned at her, figuring it was her way of saying she was glad they were happy. And they were. Castiel was getting the help he needed, and things have been better. The nightmares were still there, and Cas would seek comfort from Dean, who was just happy to be allowed to take care of him. It was who he was, it was in his nature.

And it was getting easier. Cas still had his room, but he chose to sleep in Dean's bed every night, much to his delight. And not once since that night five months ago had Cas freaked out about being close or intimate with Dean. In fact, he was pushing for more, but it all seemed a bit too soon for Dean. Without openly rejecting him, Dean instead chose to blow his mind each and every time, until he was sure Cas really was ready.

"BALTHAZAR!!!!" A loud roar snapped Dean out of his thoughts and he stopped and tried to determine from where did the voice come from. Not seeing anyone in the kitchen and then the hall, Dean rushed towards Balth's office, where he knew the man was, and hoped he wasn't in any danger.

"Where is he, Bal? Is he… Please tell me he isn't, he didn't… Oh, God!" A short, familiar man with longer dark gold hair flapped his hands around and wouldnćt calm down despite Balth's best attempts. It took a moment, but Dean finally realized it was Gabriel, Cas' step-brother. It was funny… Well, not really funny, not ha-ha-funny, just… Ridiculous. Gabriel was panicking and trying to find out about what happened to his brother, probably having seen the burnt down building, but he was freaking out, flapping his hands about and not hearing what Balth was saying, so Dean decided to take matters in his hands.

He grabbed the jittery man by the shoulders, turned him towards himself and spoke slowly, but loudly. "Cas. Is. Fine."

"He managed to get away from the fire and he has been staying with me ever since. Well, almost… He was staying here first, but…" Dean started slowly and calmly, but then got a bit sidetracked, while Gabriel watched him with confusion first, then a small, contemplating frown, before his eyes went wide and he interrupted Dean.

"You! I know you! You're that… that homeless dude he took home." He said, then shrugged Dean's hands off of him and deepened his frown, his eyes giving a death glare. "What have you done with him?!?!" He said through gritted teeth, pointing a threatening finger and poking Dean in the chest.

"I… I haven't done anything, I… " Dea tried, not sure what to say. The guy was much smaller than him, but Dean knew well not to make assumptions regarding a person's appearance. Besides, if Gabriel last remembered him as the homeless guy, how could he explain that he was basically lying and avoid getting pinched in the face?

"Gabriel!" As if called upon, Cas appeared, smiling and clearly surprised, but glad to see his brother.

"Oh, thank fuck!!! I have been going out of my mind. You haven't responded to any of your texts or emails, all the calls go straight to voicemail and when I finally get here, what do I find?!? A building torched to the ground?!?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Gabriel shouted, getting into Cas' face and then proceeding to hug him tight, while Cas just had that oops look on his face Dean knew well.

"Yeah, all of my stuff was destroyed and I… I, well… I don't know your number. I had it in my phone, but I don't know it by heart, and…"

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" Gabriel asked with disbelief. "What about your email?"

"My password was written down in my phone, and my phone number was the method of retrieving the password, so…" Cas said, and Dean could totally relate to the flabbergasted look on Gabriel's face. "Oh, hello, Dean."

That little bastard.

Not only did he direct that special smile at Dean but also leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, throwing Gabriel's focus (read: wraft) away from Cas and onto him. Gabriel gave him the stink eye that caused Dean to gulp, but he forced a smile, hoping that the man wouldn't end up doing something really bad to him. (Didn't Cas say he worked for the government?)

Turned out, he did. Just not the way Dean thought, or Cas made it sound. He was a private contractor whose outrageous development ideas attracted attention of some government research agencies and he spent the last six months in Alert, Nunavut in Canada, one of the furthest Army Bases they had up North, planning and designing a research facility in the North Pole. His work was also spotted by NASA, who wanted to prove his brain in regards to some top secret maybe-facilities that they may or may not be planning to build on Mars.

All of that, Dean learnt in the first few minutes of Cas' and Gabriel's conversation. Apparently, once he figured Cas was alive and well, Gabriel was a slightly narcissistic chatterbox. And he was a bit wary of Dean and discontent with the fact that he pretended to be homeless, but ultimately seemed happy that his "little bro came out of his shell and found someone hot to date." Dean never felt more embarrassed, but considering Cas' blush, he figured he felt the same.

They talked for a while, then ended up going to dinner, where Gabriel told all those kid stories, only missing a photo album with embarrassing pictures to complete the feel of that awkward family moment (he did have one picture of Cas with colorful makeup and in a wedding dress, from a Halloween many many years ago).

"Well, I am in town for a few weeks again, so… I'll see you around?" Gabriel asked awkwardly, not meeting Cas' eyes. Dean knew that whenever Gabe stayed in town, he would bunk with Cas, not to save money or anything (because the guy had a shit ton of that), but because Cas was the only family he had left. His mom died when he was a kid, and his dad, Cas' dad remarried and they had Cas and Gabe always kind of felt like he didn't belong. But after Cas' parents died, the two of them somehow grew closer, Gabriel offering a sort of understanding and comfort nobody else could.

"I am sure we will see each other plenty. You can even come visit me at work Monday." Cas said with a smile.

"Hey, since Sam and Jess are coming tomorrow, maybe we could even have lunch, all five of us?" Dean offered and he could see Cas was glad for it. Gabriel sure beamed up at that, and they parted ways, smiling and pleased.

"You know, I would have offered him to stay with us, but…" Dean tried, not sure how to say it without putting pressure on Cas' to move into Dean's bedroom.

"I know." Cas replied with a kind smile, sliding his hand down Dean's arm and intertwined their fingers as they walked side by side to their apartment.

Cas was more than glad Dean didn't invite Gabriel over, or asked him to stay with them. Not that he didn't love his brother or wasn't happy to see him, but he had special plans for tonight and couldn't wait to see the look on his face. In fact, he was so excited about it, that he stopped Dean a few times to pull him in for a kiss, constantly having to remind himself to keep it light.

Dean eyed him curiously a few dozen times, huffing a smile with a slight frown, but not asking what was going on with him. He was probably waiting till they got to their apartment and Cas was grateful, because then he could just show him. He didn't trust himself not to blab it out if Dean had asked, and so far, things were going great.

Cas got a little too eager when they reached Dean's front door, and unable to hold himself back anymore, he tugged Dean, making him turn around, only a few steps away from the door. Dean yelped in surprise and stumbled, but Cas caught him and somehow ended up pinning him to the wall. Dean tried to let out a chuckle, but was interrupted by Cas crowing him, or more likely pressing him to the wall and kissing the living shit out of him. Lips parting with a gasp, Dean let Cas' tongue roam inside his mouth, trying and failing to follow the intensity and Cas smirked, feeling empowered by the effect he had on Dean yet again.

While his hands slid down Dean's waist, Cas gave one experimental roll of his hips, and Dean moaned and shook in his arms, his prominent bulge getting stiffer by the second. Suddenly, they heard the building door opening, but they barely had time to step apart before a blond woman entered, followed by a man with a mop for a hairdue. She smiled, a glint in her eyes that said she saw them, but bit down on her lower lip in a promise of silence. The man's face lit up when he saw them, and only once Dean spoke, did Cas put the dots together.

"Sammy!" He said with a grin, and Cas remembered the face from the pictures, but he never thought Dean's brother was so tall. As Dean stepped up to hug his brother and his girlfriend, the smile on Cas' face faltered for a moment.

He was looking forward to meeting Sam and Jess, he just thought that would happen tomorrow. Not that he had anything against meeting them today, he just… Well he had plans.

"And who's this pretty girl? Sam, you never told me you dumped Jess?" Dean said in a mocking tone, and Cas paused, going wide eyed, because a) wasn't that supposed to be Jess? b) how could Dean just come out and say something like that?

"Oh, Dean!" The girl slapped him on the arm, her eyes scolding, but still smiling. "If anyone should be doing the dumping, it would be me, over your brother's insisting on eating tacos, when he knows what they do to his digestive system!" The girl said, and Cas relaxed. This was Jess, Dean was just teasing.

"I hope you got separate bedrooms, because if he ate more then two…" Dean tried off, making a disgusted face and Sam had the decency to look embarrassed.

"Hey, you're Cas, right?" Sam said, jumping to change the subject and Castiel felt uncomfortable being put under the spotlight like that (all eyes snapped at him at once, who wouldn't be?), but he took a deep breath, let it out and smiled.

"I sure hope so." He cracked a joke following Dean's previous teasing and it was perfect to break the ice. Everyone laughed, Cas too, then Dean invited them in.

"I thought you said you were coming tomorrow." Dean said as he lead them to the living room. Cas secretly sighed in relief, glad to have shut both bedroom doors before he left the apartment earlier.

"I finished up earlier then I expected, and the lucked out on an earlier flight, so here we are!" Sam had a wide smile as he exaggeratingly spread his arms, nearly smacking Jess in the face.

"Hey, watch it!" She scolded, looking more amused then anything. "Why don't you calm down and tell them the news before you burst at the seams?" Jess offered and now that he thought about it, Sam did seem giddy, but not really knowing the man, Cas had no reason to suspect that wasn't normal for Sam.

"News?" Dean questioned and both Jess and Sam shouted in unison "We got engaged!!!"

Cheers bursted in their living room. Cas congratulated them both, right after Dean hugged them tightly, and then Jess showed off the ring. It wasn't anything extravagant, but it had dolphins on it, and Sam explained that it was because they met in the Aquarium at the Bay museum, on Pier 39, in San Francisco.

With coffee first, and drinks and snacks later, they talked about how they met, for Cas' benefit, and how they got engaged at the same spot, with the dolphins just on the other side of the glass. Jess spoke about her work as a nurse and Sam mentioned a few cases he worked on in Cage Fish, the few details he was allowed to share.

Cas ended up chatting with Sam about ambiguity and word misunderstandings in law (because of course, what else would a linguist and a lawyer talk about?); while Jess and Dean just listened, amused. She may or may not have asked Dean how he was doing, but Castiel was too distracted by Sam's explanation of the definition of chicken in two famous examples of ambiguity in the court.

It was almost midnight when Jess dragged Sam out the door with promises to meet tomorrow for lunch, happy to invite Gabriel too.

"You too really hit it off, huh?" Dean commented once they left, smiling, watching Cas with a certain shine in his green eyes. Taking a page from the book of Dean, and also not burying his thoughts like he was used to, Cas decided to make another joke.

"Yes, Sam is quite interesting." He said, slowly moving closer to Dean, looking as if he was trying to hide his smile, biting down on his lower lip. "Maybe I should have fallen for him?"

"Ahhha, very funny." Dean said and Cas' crowded him again, setting his hands up his hips and pulling him in for a kiss.

"I'm a funny guy." He said with a shrug and Dean laughed into the kiss for a moment before getting lost in the sensation like he always did. Castiel loved it.

Cas always had a way to make Dean weak in the knees, to get absolutely lost in the feel of his plush lips and the sensation of his tongue twirling, teasing, and it only got worse (or was it better?) when Cas would put his hand on him, letting them roam all over his body, fingers trailing over his skin.

"I want to show you something…" Cas whispered in the space between their lips, and Dean could feel his smile more than he could see it. Cas' fingers slotted in his hand again and he pulled away, taking Dean with him. "Come on…"

"Cas, what are you…" Dean tried, curious why Cas was leading him up to his room, but trailed off when the door swung open. The room was empty, cleaned out, not one belonging of Cas' in there and Dean? Dean froze.

Dean completely froze. What did this mean? When did he pack up, where was all his stuff? Was Cas leaving? Was he leaving Dean?

"Hey, hey… Dean? What's… Hey, talk to me. What's the matter?" Cas asked, his voice growing more concerned and he turned more bodily towards Dean, cupping his face and Dean just leaned into the touch, barely breathing.

"What… Where… Why are…" He tried, his voice breaking over every word. "Are you… Are you leaving?" He finally managed and Cas huffed a laugh.

"No, silly! I moved all of my stuff into our bedroom." He replied with a small smile and it took Dean a moment for the cogs to turn and for the realization to really sink in, but once it did, Dean couldn't contain his joy.

"Oh, thank fuck!" He shouted, surging forward to wrap his arms around Cas and kiss him. He missed by a bit, making their teeth connect and chatter, but Cas laughed in delight and it was enough to make Dean's chest swell. "I love you." He said, before his brain could filter it through and panicked for a fragment of a second before Cas' smile widened, his eyes shone just a bit brighter and his hands clasped Dean's forearms a bit more tightly.

"And I love you." He replied, just like that. "Now come on, I need to show you our bedroom." He added with a smirk and all Dean could do was chuckle as Cas dragged him over to what was now their bedroom.

Things got pretty heated pretty fast. Dean loved to let Cas take control, loved to feel the passion behind his kisses, to feel that need in his every touch. Lately Cas had been trying to get them to move up beyond those mind blowing jerk offs and orals, he even tried to get Dean to finger him a few times, but the truth was, Dean was scared shitless. Scared that if he did, things might revert to the way they were when it all started, that it might make Cas relapse or something and he didn't think he could handle that. So instead, he tried to give as much pleasure as he could, drive Cas crazy and make him feel good. And that usually did him in. Seeing Cas getting off over something he did.

But things felt different now. It wasn't just about Cas finally moving into his room, even if he had spent the last hundred nights in his bed, it was about Cas giving up that last fail safe. That was what his room represented. The air around them was charged, Dean's whole body buzzed with this new feeling, this electricity and it only intensified when Cas started mouthing that specific spot on his neck, pressing his hot, moist lips and causing a moan to escape Dean's lips.

Cas trailed kisses up the column of Dean's neck, up to his ear and paused there, his hot breath ghosting over Dean's ear. "Make love to me tonight." He whispered, and Dean shuddered, pleasant goosebumps crawling over his skin. A fleeting panicked thought rushed through his mind, gone with the next touch of those soft lips under his jawline.

Cas tugged and pulled his shirt until Dean removed it, then reached to do the same with his. While Cas had his hands up to slide the shirt over his head, Dean used that moment to glide his hands down Cas' sides, making him let out a pleasurable hum. Pants and underwear discarded soon after, Dean followed Cas to their bed, dazed and elated. There, Cas directed him to climb first and lay on his back and Dean followed, too stupefied for anything else. Cas looked amazing above him, all confident and strong, so much different then he was, yet somehow completely the same.

"Dean…" He spoke, staring down at him, his eyes hooded, but his expression so open and honest. "I mean it Dean. I want you. I need you."

"Are… are you sure?" Dean asked, his voice wavering and Cas paused, a small frown altering his expression for a split second.

"I am. But… Are you? Because if you're not ready after…" he started, but stopped to take a deep breath. His knees dipped the bed and then he settled on his heels, kneeling on the bed and looking back at Dean with so many emotions in his eyes. "I am sorry about what happened before. And you… You have given me so much, and I know you would give me this too, if I insisted, but I won't. I can't. If you're not ready, if there is a shred of doubt that… I won't push you away, not again. Not ever again. But I know you can't just believe me, it isn't that simple. I just… You have given me so much, Dean and I want to show you that I was worth it…"

"No, Cas… Of course you're…"

"No, Dean, I wasn't. You deserved better than that."

"It wasn't about what I deserved. It was always about what I wanted. And all I wanted was you." Dean's hand reached to take Cas', the other settling in his thigh, and Dean hoped they relayed the comfort and understanding he tried to convey. "And if you are absolutely sure you want me to make love to you, that is what I will do… Nice and slow, to drive you mad." Dean added, to lighten the mood and make Cas smile. Worked like a charm too.

Dean ended up being pushed down while Cas straddled him, trying and failing to stay away enough so that their cocks didn't slot together. His hips sought out friction as his hand disappeared behind his back, and Dean… He was just supposed to watch?

Yeah, that lasted a minute or so, and before Cas knew it, Dean was surging forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, sitting up and allowing his hands to caress the soft skin, napping out the strong muscles of his back before sliding down to cup that mouthwatering ass. He squeezed those perfect round globes, and made Cas rut against him for a while.

Breaking their kiss, Dean pulled away after a few moments, much to Cas' dismay, and chuckled at the groan the man let out. He reached towards his nightstand drawer, turning his body and almost sending Cas to the floor. He laughed as Cas muttered his displeasure, and grinned at his expression when he pulled out lube.

"Here, let me help you there." He said straightening back up, and poured some lube on his fingers, then let the join with Cas'. Kissing resumed, Dean gently opened him up, with Cas' fingers leading the way from the start. The moment they pulled away, so did Dean's and then Cas was lifting himself up, gripping Dean's throbbing cock and placing its head right against his hole.

They moaned in unison at the feeling of it nudging the entrance, savoring the sweet anticipation, and apparently, Cas was the inpatient one in their relationship. Feeling that tightness and heat envelop his member punched the breath out of him, and he shut his eyes tightly, concentrating on relaxing so he didn't blow while Cas situated himself, sliding down and finally bottoming out.

For a moment, they just breathed each other's air.

"Shit, Cas, you feel…"

"Not the word you want to use during gay sex." Cas said and Dean laughed so hard, jostling them and causing all sorts of sensations to spark up, electing moans from them both.

"I was going to say - you feel incredible." Cas hummed, a smile ghosting his face as he leaned in for another kiss.

"I feel so full… So good… You are huge and it's… it's making…" Cas replied, squirming a bit, getting used to the feeling of Dean's wide girth and then he gave this experimental roll.of his hips that made Dean see the stars. "Ooohhhh, fuck!" Dean thought it was him, but it was in fact Cas that shouted out, Dean's cock probably grazing over his prostate.

Now, you see, Dean has been with his share if partners, both male and female (the ladder in slightly better number than the former), and all of them enjoyed a good rough fuck, much like Dean. Not many liked to drag it out, but they all liked to feel Dean slide in and out at a certain pace.

But this… Cas kept rolling his hips, and Dean could feel his walls moving around him, putting pressure first on one side of his cock, then on the other and it felt unbelievable, it felt so good, that Dean didn't even realize how close he was until his orgasm was right there.

"Oh, fuck, Cas, I'm gonna… I can't… Fuck, fuck, fuck, ghmhghhh…" He felt Cas' walls constrict around him, or was he expanding, he didn't know, all he knew was that he was coming and it was happening right the fuck now.

"Touch me. Dean, I am… Oh, God! Touch me, please…" Cas begged and Dean immediately complied, grabbing his cock just as his exploded within the man. He stroked Cas with the waves of his own orgasm and Cas' movements on top of him that seemed to speed up, driving Dean crazy.

Two seconds later, Cas snapped his hips, and came all over them, while Dean choked on his breath and might have cummed again. Fucked out of his mind, Dean fell back on the bed, and Cas went down on top of him, but Dean didn't mind, didn't even register his weight. He just wound his arms around him and flew through that post-orgasmic daze. Cas might have gotten up and went to the bathroom and took a cloth and cleaned Dean up, but he was too wiped out and happy to remember.

Cas thought it was about one in the morning when they fell asleep, Dean spooning him, but it was barely dawn when he felt Dean's hands on him again, felt his cock pressing against his lower back. Cas turned and laughed when he figured Dean was actually still asleep, but who was he to stop him when he so obviously wanted him.

Not feeling any soreness, Cas scooted his butt back into Dean's lap, wiggling it up and down and making Dean's cock slide against his crack. His own dick was hardening fast, turned on by the level of desire Dean showed for him in his sleep. Dean began rutting in ernest, little moans and whines falling from his lips and Cas was just about figuring how to wake him up,.so that this could continue for real when he heard Dean gasp and felt him roll away.

"Oh, shit, Cas, sorry, sorry, I didn't…"

"Still not the word one wants to hear during gay sex." Cas replied, using humor to distract Dean, and while he laughed, Cas jumped and straddled him again. Dean laughed some more.

"If you keep doing things like that, you are gonna hear a lot more worse cuss words from me." Dean said with a smile and Cas swiftly impaled himself on Dean's cock, wiping that smirk off his face. "Oh, fuck!!"

"Exactly." Cas figured being a smartass would get him what he wanted, so he rolled his hips like he did last night, but this time held Dean down, bracing himself on his shoulders.

"What, didn't get enough last night?"

"No." Cas deadpanned just as Dean moaned at the sinful roll of Cas' hips. "But I am a little tired… Maybe you could help me out?" He said and lifted himself up just a bit, staying there for a moment before clenching his muscles around Dean's cock. Involuntary, Dean's hips snapped up, driving his cock in Cas' and hitting the bullseye straight on. Both of them cried out in unison, sheer pleasure washing over Cas making his legs tremble. So he did it again.

It didn't take long for Dean to figure out what he wanted (because why use words and tell Dean to fuck up into him when this was so much more interesting?), and he started driving his cock up into Cas, faster and harder, pinching out small ahs on ohs from him. Cas tried to maintain the rhythm and slam down on Dean's upward motion, but his thighs were burning, his knees hurting, all of it distracting him. "Dean… Oh, Dean! Fuck… Oh! Please!! Please, Dean!"

Suddenly, his whole world was turning, spinning, making Cas lightheaded, but he didn't even get a chance to fully understand he was on his back, that Dean spun them around, before he was being impaled by that big cock over and over and over again. He cried out, his body tensing and locking up before he came forcefully, the orgasm ripping through him, making him almost black out. Still he felt when moments later, Dean thrusted one last time and shouted out, coming just as harshly as Cas did.

Best sex ever!

Dean tried his damnedest not to fall on top of Cas, turning himself awkwardly so he would land next to him instead. Both men panting hard, sweaty and blissfully tired, they grinned at each other and cuddled next to one another, rapidly falling asleep as Dean's curtains held the dawn at bay. They could always shower later, together, they had all the time in the world.

The end