Michael had no clue why, but the idea of marking Dean, as outrageous as it was, was extremely thrilling. And somehow empowering. It felt a bit like when Father left and he took over and every angel looked up to him for guidance, but better. More personal. More intimate. Those angel looked up to him but not with such adoration and need as Dean did. Those angels needed a leader. Dean needed him.

Nobody really ever needed him. Nobody wanted him.

They wanted something from him, but not him. They needed someone to command them, to lead them, to tell them what to do. Dean didn't need that, he had a mind and will of his own. And he still wanted him. This, down to Earth him. The man he wanted to be.

Realizing he was staring at Dean, Michael blushed, but couldn't tear his eyes away. Those green gemstones were watching him, smiling kindly at him and it felt so good, to be seen. Dean's hand reached up and caressed Michael's cheek and he just leaned into the touch, hungry for it.

"God, you're so..." Dean muttered, but didn't finish. Michael chose to disregard the mention of his Father, knowing it was just a phase, an emphasis. It was what Dean didn't say that was important, and despite the fact the words didn't cross his lips, Michael knew. He knew what Dean wanted to say and it made him feel... Things he had never felt before. He had loved his Father, but never with such intensity, with such... Burning desire, and not just of the physical kind.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Michael let his eyes fall close and he swallowed, trying to calm his beating heart after coming to the realization that he... He loved Dean. More then he ever thought it was possible. More then he ever loved his Father.

"Hey... You ok?" Dean asked, forcing Michael to open his eyes, because there was a clear distress in his voice, and Michael couldn't handle Dean worrying about him. He gave him a small, reassuring smile, and wanted to do much more, but it seemed to be enough for Dean, who leaned closer and kissed him tenderly, Michael felt his heart might explode in his chest. "Sorry to break the moment, but we really need to finish with the shower, or the water is going to run cold." Dean said with a smile, one which Michael returned and nodded.

Right, he was supposed to wash Dean. Oh... He was supposed to wash Dean. He was allowed to touch him and caress him, and the notion made his mind sway for only a moment before he shook it off.

He took the soap and started rubbing it gently into Dean's chest, his fingers taking every opportunity to touch the soft skin.

There were some scars along the way, but nothing too big, and even if there were, Michael knew that it was mostly healed by angelic assistance. He decided not to dwell on the past too much, instead to focus on Dean and the feel of his body under Michael's hands.

Michael was nothing if not thorough, making sure he led the soap across every inch of Dean's arms, neck, back, kneading the tense muscles along the way. Gradually, Dean's breathing deepened and when Michael met his eyes, they were maybe a bit distant, like Dean was spacing out, but would snap back to look at him with so many emotions written in them, Michael couldn't make sense of them all. His pupils were blown wide, and he kept gulping as if his mouth were running dry.

Michael washed his unhurt leg, and looked up to Dean, uncertain how to proceed with the last part of his body. The pausing of Michael's ministrations must have sobered Dean up, because he seemed to have snapped out of his daze and smiled at Michael.

"I got it from here." He said, but extended his hand and held it on Michael's shoulder as he lifted himself slightly to remove the soaking underwear. His cock bobbed free and Michael sucked in a silent breath when he saw it.

It wasn't completely erect, but it was pretty close. It seemed so big in Dean's hand, as the hunter washed himself, all nice and glistering. It was so inviting. The body part it self maybe wasn't that much entrancing as much as it was the fact that Michael knew just how good it felt to have that body part stimulated.

Michael licked his upper lip, his tongue brushing over the lower one before he unintentionally sucked it into his mouth. He noticed Dean had stopped and he looked up at him, finally ceasing his open stare on Dean's dick.

"You're gonna give a heart attack, you know?" Dean said and Michael's eyes went wide as he got back up on his feet and stepped back, fearing that any of his actions might cause Dean's death. "Hey, no, it's okay. I just meant... the way you stare at me with hungry eyes... It does things to me. You are so..." Once again, he trailed off, smiling as he shook his head.

"Help me up." Dean finally said, clearly finished with the cleaning, and even if Michael wanted to feast his eyes on Dean's bare body, he had to agree, it was getting cold and about time they got out of the shower.

Michael helped him out and helped him get dressed using every opportunity to touch more of Dean. The hunter didn't seem to mind, or maybe he even enjoyed it, Michael couldn't tell. He lead him back to the bed and helped him lie down before removing the trash bag and the bandages to check Dean's injury.

"How long do you think I'll have to wear the planks?" Dean questioned and Michael frowned. He wasn't sure and without access to his grace he couldn't make an accurate prediction. But then again, if he could tap into his grace, Dean wouldn't be hurt anymore. It made him feel sad and guilty.

"Well, the longer it takes, the longer I get to have you carry me around, so I'm good." Dean said as if he sensed Michael's anguish, and the angel couldn't help the small smile that crept up on his face. "And I get to have you make me those delicious pancakes for breakfast too." Dean added with a wiggle of his eyebrows and Michael laughed.

He nodded eventually, and cleaned Dean's wound, bandaging him back up, then turning to head to the kitchen. Michael stopped when he felt Dean's hand on his wrist, and turned around to meet Dean's eyes. They were so green and vibrant, and there was even a spark of something in them, but Michael couldn't know what it was.

Dean pulled him by the hand and Michael leaned down, and letting Dean pull him into a kiss. It was so tender and loving, it made Michael dizzy, but in a good way. Dean looked up at him with a wide smile, then pulled him down for another, longer, deeper kiss, a kiss so charged with unspoken emotions, Michael felt like his chest might explode.

He finally understood that human phrase 'died and went to Heaven.'