Holiday

Castiel jumped hurdle after hurdle to get out of work. He had to fly to LA for a meeting and then flew into Salt Lake City Utah. He rented a jeep and made the trek alone. For as lonely as Castiel often felt, he hardly ever had time to himself. At the first sight of red cliffs, a flood of memories came back to him. Dean and horseback riding, Bryce Canyon with his stuck up brothers and the other board members. Their board member trip this year was going to be going to a resort in the Bahamas. Per usual, he was dreading it. The past year without Gabriel had been daunting. He had no back up in board meetings and had no say in family matters. To make matters worse, he had not heard from Gabriel since he was last at Angel's Landing. He prayed Gabriel was out there somewhere happy. But not actually knowing was slowly wearing him down. He had kept himself busy with Jimmy since the last time he was in these canyons and mountains. Jimmy was three now, and Castiel had taken it upon himself to do as many activities as he could with him. One of those was horseback riding. They had to drive out of the city every two weeks so Jimmy could ride the small ponies and Castiel could learn to ride better. It was his only connection to Dean. Dean was never far from his thoughts. He dreamt about him sometimes. As he turned onto route 12 and began the long, winding drive toward the resort, he wondered if Dean ever thought about him. Would he be angry when he saw him? Would he refuse to speak to him? Maybe he had left. But Castiel had no other way to find out than to go to the resort. By the time he walked through the lobby doors, it was dark and route 12 had been a nail-biting set of long turns for over an hour. He smiled when Mary came out of the back door, stepping up to the counter.

"Hello, welcome to Angel's Landing," she smiled sweetly.

"Hello, Mary," he said, sitting his wallet on the high counter.

She studied him a little. "I see you left your large group elsewhere this year."

"Yes." He pulled out his credit card. "They did not appreciate the surroundings here as much as I did."

She took his card and busied herself at the computer.

"Did Sam get off to college?" Castiel asked, his nerves growing ever more fidgety.

Mary beamed at that. "Yes he did! He comes home next week."

"That's great!" Castiel took his card back.

"Did you book some horseback riding again? If I remember correctly, you and my son Dean went on several rides."

Castiel could feel himself blushing and tried valiantly to make his blood vessels relax. "Yes. Tomorrow."

"Wonderful!" She was watching him closely. Castiel had the sinking suspicion that she knew something. 'Maybe Dean confided in his mother. Maybe she knows. Maybe I will make things worse for Dean. Maybe I should just go. If he had wanted to see me, he would have called. I should leave. In the morning. I'll leave in the morning.'

"Enjoy your stay, Mr. Novak," she smiled.

"Thank you."

After a long night of tossing and turning, Castiel got up early, showered, and sat on the edge of the bed. His suitcase was arguing with him on whether or not to stay when he hung his head and held his phone limply in his hands. "Gabriel, I wish you were here right now. I could really use your advice."

Finally, he stood up and got dressed. He knew what Gabriel would say. 'Go get 'em little bro!'

He put boots, jeans and a t-shirt on. It was a big move to just show up in Dean's home. But he was here and chances were, his mother may have already told him he was here. With a heavy sigh, he went down to the lobby and got a cup of coffee and headed down the back lane toward the stables. It was not quite 7:00 and there was little activity going on. As he went inside the wide open door at the end of the stable, the aisle was clear and clean. Sweet hay and horse smells filled his nose. He passed some empty stalls and stopped at a stall that had a familiar face sticking out. "Hey there, Chopper," Cas patted the horse and let him smell his hand. His big brown eyes were warm and he nudged Cas' hand for more petting.

Castiel's heart nearly stopped when he heard Dean's voice coming from a tack room. It was gruff and short. But Cas did not know who he was talking to.

"Dad said you would feed the cattle in the west fields!" Said a skinny kid of about 14 as he walked out of the room.

"Fine, Adam. But only this week. And tell Ash to bring the cattle in by Friday."

"Yeah, okay," the teen said, seeing Cas as he walked out of the barn.

Cas waved, still petting Chopper. Adam nodded at him and smiled. 'That must be Dean's youngest brother.'

Cas looked around as the stable grew silent. No one else seemed to be around. As the minutes ticked by, Cas grew more nervous. Finally, he took a deep breath and walked to the doorway of the tack room. Sun streamed in a window, lighting the small, cluttered room. One entire wall held at least forty saddles. Dean sat on a stool in the morning light working on a leather strap that went to a bridle. His head was bent and he was so focused on the thin strap that he didn't look up. Cas leaned in the doorway, just watching him work.

Finishing mending the strap, Dean inspected it, tugging it to check his work. "That'll do-" his head lifted as he walked toward the door, looking straight at Cas.

"Jesus, Cas!" He gasped. "You scared me." His eyes wide, he held the strap in his hands just staring.

"Hello, Dean."

"What? Why, how are you here?" He stammered, stepping toward him, strap still in his hands. "I mean..."

"I'm here. On vacation."

"You- your family business thing?"

Cas hefted his shoulder off the doorframe, standing upright as Dean neared him slowly. "No. Just me."

Dean bit his lip, his eyes, those gorgeous green eyes, raked over him making a blush burn fiercely.

"Just you?" Dean all but whispered.

"Yeah."

They were standing face to face, only a few inches separating them.

"I can't believe you're here," Dean said, a grin finally tugging at his shocked face.

"I said I would come. I hoped you would call." Cas dropped his head, feeling very lost and insecure. "I told you if you called I would come, so I came anyway."

Cas lifted his eyes, needing to be stronger as he confronted Dean.

The blazing green eyes that met him, took his breath, just like they always did.

"You came to see me," Dean said.

Cas half grinned and nodded.

Dean reached around him, making Castiel side step into the room as Dean pulled the tack room door shut and locked it in one quick motion. He turned on Cas, Cas having his back to a counter where papers were kept to track ride schedules.

"Cas, I'm so sorry I never called again after that one time," he said in a rush.

Cas shrugged, not sure where Dean was going with this.

"I just wanted to see you again. To see if.."

Dean ran a hand through his own hair, breathing out slowly. "To see if I was still interested?" Dean grinned ornery.

"Yes," Castiel breathed out.

Dean was kissing him before he even saw him come towards him. His lips were hot and heavy, his hands tight in his hair. Castiel kept up the best he could the first few seconds, pulling back and looking at the wild look in Dean's eyes. It was lust. Raw. Built up longing that made Cas shiver. Their eyes locked and Cas dove for him. Every hope of reciprocated want and longing matching his own. Cas crashed his mouth onto Dean's, pushing him back against the saddles and wrapping his arms around those shoulders he had dreamt of for so long.

"You fucking came back," Dean said breathlessly as Cas moved his mouth down his neck.

"Why didn't you call?" Cas asked, just as breathless.

"Cuz I knew it was no use," Dean said, grabbing Cas by the shoulders and spinning him around to pin him back against the counter. "Knew I'd never see you again," he panted, gripping him tight around the waist and lifting him, Cas wrapping his legs around Dean's waist as his ass hit the counter.

"You were wrong," Cas said, taking another steaming onslaught of kissing.

"Promised myself if I ever got the chance again that I would do everything I ever wanted to do with you."

The thrill that ran through Castiel was enough to make him moan aloud.

"Dean, I,"

"Shut up, Cas, just..." Dean's hands ran up both his thighs, making him moan again. "Just-"

The doorknob jiggled. "Who locked the friggin door?" A male voice groused.

Dean and Cas froze, pulling apart slowly.

"It's me, Bobby," Dean answered. "Hang on, I was just changing."

"Well, do your changing in the friggin changing room!" He griped.

Cas stifled a snicker.

Dean rolled his eyes, touching his slightly sweaty forehead to Cas'.

"Just one quick second," Dean said, kissing the chuckle out of Cas' mouth.

"I'll be back in ten minutes boy, quit usin my tack room for a backseat."

Both Dean and Cas snickered at that. The only trick would be sneaking out so no one thought it was a guy instead of a girl.

"I have a room, you know," Cas said in Dean's ear.

"That would look just great," Dean kissed him.

"What, you can't have friends either?" Cas asked, biting Dean's neck lightly.

"Guys don't hang out in hotel rooms," Dean said weakly.

"Cabins?"

Dean pulled back, looking at Cas. "I can't believe you actually came back."

Cas ran a hand down Dean's cheek. "I'll always come when you call, Dean. Always."

Dean nodded, squeezing Cas' legs as his hands ran down his thighs and he stepped back, out of Cas' encircling legs.

Both men took a deep breath, gaining their composure, straightening shirts and shifting softening manhoods.

Dean unlocked the door. They went out into the stable.

"Chopper looks good," Cas said, scrubbing a hand across the back of his own neck, still shaking off what had just happened.

"Oh yeah, he's in great shape. Ready for a ride today?"

"Yeah," Cas laughed, exchanging a dirty grin with Dean.

"Where'd she go?" Bobby asked, making both guys jump.

"Told 'er to get lost," Dean chuckled.

Bobby shook his head, noticing Cas standing there. "Hey," he said, nodding in greeting.

"Hello, Bobby," Cas said, shaking his hand. "I was here last year. I remember you from trail riding," Cas explained.

"Ah, yeah," Bobby grinned, slapping his shoulder. "You the boy that went out with Dean when Trigger damn near threw him over the cliff?"

Surprised any one knew that story, even part of it, Cas' eyes shifted to Dean as he answered, "Yeah."

"Smart thinkin on your part to tie a rope to the saddle."

"Well, I'd like to say I thought it all out, but it was pretty much just panic and luck," Cas grinned.

"No, no," Bobby shook his head, "takes someone with good sense to act right in a tight situation like that. Thank you for takin care of my boy like that."

Cas swallowed at the serious tone Bobby had taken. He grinned and nodded as Bobby slapped his shoulder again.

"So, you back with the work crew?" Bobby asked.

"No. Came for a real vacation. Just me."

Bobby nodded, eyes shifting to Dean. "Heard yer dad wants ya feedin the west end cattle for Adam this week."

"Yeah, apparently Adam has baseball games or whatever."

Bobby nodded. His eyes moved between the two men and he cleared his throat. "You take tomorrow off, okay. Enjoy some time with yer friend."

Dean's jaw moved as he stammered, "That's not necessary, Bobby."

"Bullshit, you never get a day off. Cas, get him outta my hair tomorrow, would ya?"

"Yes, sir," Cas nodded. "It'll do him good."

"See," Bobby glared at Dean. "Tomorrow. Day off."

"Thanks Bobby," Dean said.

Bobby walked into the tack room, leaving the pair alone again.

"I gotta get to work," Dean said quietly.

"I will set something up for tomorrow," Cas said, giving Dean a shy smile.

Dean nodded, "Yeah. Wanna throw hay with me later?"

"Yeah!" Cas grinned.

Dean grinned, his eyes alight with happiness that made Castiel struggle to breathe.

"I'm trail riding in the second group this morning," Cas said, rubbing a hand down Chopper's smooth neck.

"See ya then," Dean said quietly.

Castiel flopped onto the bed in his room, spread eagle, fully dressed, and a grin like he may never have had in his life before.

Dean had been happy to see him. More than happy. They had even snuck in one hot kiss after the trail ride. The feel of his hands, his mouth, his smell. Castiel closed his eyes and relived the moment Dean had grabbed him and put him on that counter. He sat up, needing to focus on his plans for tomorrow. There was no where they could really go to get away from everyone. Maybe we can stay right here. Hide right under their noses.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Dean picked Cas up and drove through the gates like they had done a year ago. He was just as hot as he had been a year ago. Those blue eyes like the sky. That wounded bird still hovered beneath the surface though. His quiet moments when he wasn't melting Dean inside with his smile and crinkling corners of his eyes, there was a look that pulled at Dean deep down. A haunted look. Like something in him was broken, making Dean want to mend it. Last year, the whole situation had freaked him out so bad he could not bring himself to get to know him any better, but he was determined to try harder this time. As the truck rolled through the furthest gate in the west field, Cas jumped back in, having secured the gate behind them. "Last one?" Cas asked.

"Yep, all done except stopping at Ellen's for a beer," Dean grinned.

"Perfect," Cas said, dropping his head back against the headrest and pulling the work gloves off.

The truck rolled along, following a well worn path through a long fenced off section of land. "What do you want to do tomorrow?" Cas asked.

Dean gave him a look, eyes shifting back to the path. "Don't know."

"We could stay in my room. Put up a do-not-disturb sign and just...stay."

Dean glanced over again. Cas had his head down slightly, blush coloring his cheeks. "Or we could go sight-seeing."

Dean smirked.

"Or that cabin."

Dean thought about it. Staying in town was probably not a good idea. Driving to his apartment in Arizona would eat up more than half the day. The cabin...maybe.

"I don't know," Dean said. "I'll think about it."

Cas smiled softly and rode quiet the rest of the way back to the stables.

As he parked the feed truck, they switched to his own truck, heading for Ellen's.

As he turned onto route 12, Cas cleared his throat. "Does anyone know about the fall besides Bobby?"

"The time at Perdition?" Dean clarified, getting a nod from Cas.

"Yeah, Ellen. I needed help with the bandage. Tried to go without but kept bleedin on stuff. Ellen saw and got me cleaned up. So, of course she told Bobby."

"But not your dad?"

"No. Bobby's not like that. Don't get me wrong, he reamed my ass out for taking a guest on a hot trail."

"Hot trail?" Cas asked.

"Hot trail is when ya take out a horse yer training to trail ride. Plenty can go wrong."

Dean thought back to the hell Bobby had given him. How Dean just took the tirade, but Bobby still kept it quiet.

They pulled into Ellen's and walked in. "Hey, Ellen," he called, seeing her come out from behind the bar.

"Hey, babe," she smiled, kissing his cheek and looking at Cas.

"Ellen, this is Cas. I brought him in last year. Can't get enough red cliffs I guess."

Ellen nodded, smiling and hugging Cas. "Good ta see ya again," she said, Cas grinning and ducking his head. She gave Cas a look that lingered slightly. It made Dean nervous. Ellen had a way of knowing everything. Everything.

They took the booth in the back corner and ordered beer.

"You asked who knew bout Perdition," Dean said, fiddling with a sugar packet. "I told my brother Sam." He looked up, catching Cas' eye, "everything."

Cas' eyebrows raised and he nodded. "What did he say?"

"Said I was an idiot every time I didn't call ya. Said I need to leave here, go to college, be who I want."

Cas nodded.

"He's all worldly now, made it to college and thinks he knows everything," Dean huffed.

Cas grinned, looking up as Ellen brought their beer.

Dean took a long drink. He had plenty of things to say to Cas. But not here. Not with so many ears around. "So, how have you been?"

Cas took a drink, twisting his bottle in his hands. "It was a long year." His eyes slid to Dean's with meaning. Dean nodded. "My dad died."

"Jeez," Dean said, surprised. He remembered the man. Stiff, up-tight, big white beard. "Sorry, man."

Cas shrugged a shoulder. "I thought things at the company might improve. My uncle Chuck took over as president, but he's been very absentee. It leaves the board, my brothers included, to run things. Making my life...difficult."

Dean saw some hurt in the blue depths of his eyes. "I take it you weren't close to your dad at all."

"No," Cas said. No hurt there, just cold distance. There was something going on. His brothers maybe.

"How bout your little brother?" Dean asked.

"Jimmy," Cas smiled. "Jimmy is three now. He is under my brother Luc's care, per the will, but I spend as much time with him as I can."

There it was. Haunted and hurt went through those blue eyes making Dean want to hold him til it went away.

"I started riding lessons," Cas smirked. "Jimmy and I go every two weeks. He's so cute on these little ponies."

Dean grinned, watching Cas' face soften and his eyes light up. "Shoulda brought him," Dean said, wanting to meet someone who made Cas smile like that. "I taught both my brothers how to ride."

Cas grinned at that. "Bet that was very different than how Jimmy is learning."

"Yeah," Dean scoffed, "kinda went like, 'hang on and don't fall off'," he laughed.

"I doubt that. I've seen you with kids," Cas laughed, finishing his beer.

"Want another?" Dean asked.

"No," Cas said softly, his eyes locking briefly with his.

Dean nodded, sliding a ten on the table. "Let's get outta here."

Cas nodded, following him out into the night. They drove back toward Angel's Landing.

"I can pick you up in the morning," Dean said quietly, not wanting to take Cas back at all. But he would be missed if he didn't show up at home tonight. He pulled to a stop in front of the hotel.

"Night, Dean," Cas smiled shyly.

"Night, Cas," Dean smiled. Cas got out, shutting the door and headed into the lobby. Dean noticed he had left something on the seat. His room key. Huh.

Dean pocketed the key. Was that intentional or just an accident?

He drove the narrow, winding lane back to the house. He parked the truck and let himself in the house.

"Hey, Dean," his mother smiled.

"Hey, Mom," Dean smiled.

"Out with Castiel?"

Dean looked at her sharply. "Went for a beer."

She nodded. "He checked in yesterday and I figured you two would hang out."

"Why?" Dean was growing more and more nervous by the second.

"Well, the guy did save your life, right? Tied a rope to a horse and raised you from Perdition?"

Dean knew he was staring. But what the fuck.

"Ellen told me a long time ago." She flipped the page of the magazine she was looking at.

Freaking Ellen. Shoulda known. But still, she seemed finished dropping bombs on him.

"Yeah. I guess." Dean tossed his hat and jacket on the peg hooks then headed for his room. "Night, Mom, love ya."

"Love you too."

Dean shut his bedroom door. Sam's bed sat empty and he picked up the phone from the hall, bringing it into his room and closing the door.

He dialed the familiar number.

"Hey, Dean," Sam answered.

"Heya Sammy."

"What's goin on?"

"Nothin. Well, somethin. Remember I told you about what happened up at Perdition?"

"Uh, yeah, kinda memorable," Sam laughed. "Why? Did you finally call him?"

"Naw, man. He checked in yesterday. Showed up in the stables this morning."

"What?" Oh, he had Sam's full attention now. "He's there?"

"Yeah."

"Damnit! I wish I was there!"

"Why?"

"To meet him, Dean! The guy had you a mess for a year. He obviously has a serious thing for you, if he came back to the resort to see you."

"Yeah."

"Please tell me you talked to him," Sam said sternly.

"Yes," Dean scoffed.

"Did you..."

"Shut up, Sammy." Dean heaved a sigh.

"Did you two hook up?"

Dean rubbed his forehead and glanced at the door. "No. Not really. But he left me his room key."

Sam laughed. "Dude has it bad for some cowboy action, Dean!"

"Shuddup," Dean laughed.

"Why you talking to me when you know you should be sneakin off!"

"I don't know...its just so..."

"It's normal, Dean. God, you need out of there. There are gay people all over the place here. You'd have quite a pick if you were here."

"Sam," Dean sighed. He was not having the you-should-leave argument with him again.

Sam sighed, giving up. "How's mom?"

"Good. Working half days."

"That's good."

"Yeah."

"Well, I gotta study. Finals tomorrow."

"See you next week, Sammy," Dean said.

"Yep. It'll be good to be home."

Dean hung up the phone. He felt the key in his pocket and thought about the tack room this morning. Cas could kiss like there was no tomorrow.

"Did ya feed the west end?" A grating voice shattered his thoughts. Dean whipped around, seeing his dad in his doorway.

"Yeah. They're fed."

He nodded. "Did ya fix the watering pump out there?"

"No," Dean said. "Didn't know it was broke."

"Well, if you weren't half-assing your work, you'da noticed."

"It's not my work. It's Adam's. And if he knew it was broken, why didn't he fix it?" Dean snapped.

"Good ole Dean, blame anyone but yourself."

Dean felt his shoulders slump. It wasn't worth the fight. "I'll fix it tomorrow."

His father gave him a smirk and a head shake as if to say Dean would never do it.

When he left, Dean locked his bedroom door and opened his window. He had snuck out plenty of times, but not for several years. He slid down the porch roof and onto the side yard, taking off at a jog down the lane. Once around the initial bend, he was out of sight, hidden by the short trees and slope of the land. He pulled out a small flashlight, lighting his footing. Sam was right. He did need to get away. He needed to get away from his father. The rest was fine.

Dean snuck through the shadows, using the key to unlock a side door to the resort. The halls were deserted with the late hour. He ducked into a stairwell, hiking four floors. This hall was clear as well. Dean took a deep breath and unlocked room 517. He shut the door quickly behind him.

Cas stepped out of the bathroom, toothbrush poking out of his mouth and wearing a mischievous grin.

"Hi, Dean."

"Hey, Cas," Dean grinned. "You forgot this in my truck." Dean held up the key card.

"Did I?" Cas smirked, pulling the toothbrush out and smiling fully.

"You did," Dean muttered, stepping closer, Cas' smile dropping, his blue eyes locking onto his.

Dean plucked the toothbrush out of his hand and tossed it onto the counter in the bathroom. "I wasn't done," Cas said softly.

"You don't need to brush your teeth," Dean said, backing Cas into the wall, barely touching his lips with a kiss.

"No?" Cas breathed.

"Naw, cuz I'm gonna dirty that mouth up."

Dean pinned him to the wall, daring him to challenge him with his eyes.

Cas' look of mischief melted into a hungry grin. Dean leaned in, taking his mouth the way he wanted. With total possession. Dean had both hands holding Cas by the head. He felt Cas' hands wrap around his wrists. He pulled back a tiny bit, breathing. Cas' chest heaved in and out. No words were needed. He delved in again. His mouth was minty with toothpaste until it tasted the same as his own. It was the warmest, most intoxicating place in the world. He slid one hand around to the back of Cas' hair, gently clenching his fist in it. Cas let that wrist go, coiling both arms now around his waist.

"Dean," Cas practically whimpered.

"Yeah, Cas," he huffed back.

He felt the press of Cas' dick against his own. Memories flooded him of the last time their lengths had met, making him damn near cum in his pants. He pulled back, breaking the contact and the kiss. Cas was panting and weak in the knees, leaning against the wall.

Dean snagged his hand pulling him over to the bed and pulling him on top of him as he laid back.

"Oh, God," Cas moaned, sliding his dick over Dean's. The press of hard flesh and denim zippers was like electricity. He clamped his hands onto Cas' hips, pushing him off and rolling partially onto him.

He kissed him gentler, shivering when Cas' hands rubbed up and down his back.

Dean pulled back, nipping Cas' bottom lip as he sat up. He pulled at Cas' shirt until he half sat up, letting Dean pull it off. He was more muscular than his small frame appeared. Dean spread his work-roughened hands across the expanse of smooth skin, rubbing softly. Their eyes met briefly, giving each other permission and encouragement for more. Dean pulled his shirt off as Cas' hand slid up his abdomen and back down. Pants and footwear came off next as they watched each other. Boxers the only barrier, they came back together kissing and touching. Cas' body was a thing of beauty. Supple, yet muscular. Dean could not keep his hands still, running them over every part. Cas' hands seemed of the same mindset, roaming and feeling. Dean palmed Cas through his briefs, watching with rapt fascination as every move made Cas arch and move. He straddled him, going back to his delicious mouth for a moment, then crawling down his body, he pulled his briefs off, revealing what he was intent upon. Cas' hands quickly slipped the waistband of Dean's boxers down, Dean pulling them the rest of the way off. Dean reached down, grasping the hot length and stroking slowly. Cas' eyes flew shut, hands clawing lightly at his sides. Dean's mouth worked wet and slow down the body under him.

With one long, slow lick, he went from the base to the tip of Cas' dick.

"Oh, God, Dean," Cas writhed. Dean flicked his eyes up, catching a look of painful pleasure in those blue depths. Dean sucked him down, sliding his mouth up and down adding pressure and swirling his tongue on the silky, hot flesh.

"Nghhh!" Cas moaned, his hands flying to Dean's hair.

Up and down, he coaxed the writhing frame under him from frantic to stiff until Cas was gone, head back, hands clutching bedding and Dean's hair and warm liquid filled Dean's mouth with a sputter and then a flood. Dean sucked and swallowed until Cas was limp everywhere.

"Fuck," he muttered at a higher pitch than Dean had ever heard his voice, making him grin. Working his way back up, he mouthed a wet trail back to his mouth, lazily kissing him and pulling him into his arms.

They lay there several moments, Cas pulling himself back together. Dean closed his eyes, feeling Cas' finger tips make swirly circles on his back. The circles became steadier, then gradually turned into light clawing and Dean gasped slightly when Cas' mouth breathed hot into his ear, "I'm gonna make you lose your mind."

Cas pushed his way on top of Dean, hot lava tongue and teeth left a river of sensation from his ear, down his neck, over his chest and down his abdomen until he latched onto Dean's cock like a vacuum. Dean fought not to rock too hard, wanting to shove him down further and throw him off at the same instance, overwhelmed and powerless. He threw his head back, knowing he was writhing like Cas had been only minutes ago. "Oh my god, that feels so fuckin good," he croaked, mouth dry and unable to keep his hips from jerking into the blazing pace Cas was setting.

Dean watched as Cas' head rose and plummeted. Pausing, Cas lifted his chin slightly, eyes locking onto his. "Oh, fuck," Dean moaned, head falling back as the pace picked up, ruthless and making his vision explode with white stars. He grabbed Cas' head, his hair soft and sweaty. Everything spiraled into a whirlwind of explosives, sending Dean over the edge, Cas' hot mouth milking all he had until Dean was pulling him off and pulling him back into his arms. "Stop, stop," Dean mumbled, unable to feel any more.

Cas chuckled a deep, rumble in his chest, making Dean chuckle as well.

Dean had never remembered feeling so warm and comfortable. The night was late and Dean dreaded the thought of ever leaving this bed. Cas' breath evened and eventually Dean knew he was sleeping. He pulled himself out of the tangle of limbs, slipping off the bed. Cas' eyes blinked open, turning to look at him.

"I should go," Dean whispered, giving Cas an apologetic smile.

Cas sat up and pulled the comforter and sheet down, crawling into bed. "Will you lay with me? Just a bit longer."

Dean shook his head, laughing. This was a blatant trap. "Cas, if I get in there, I won't get out again."

"I'll make you a deal," Cas whispered, scooting over a bit, making more room for Dean. "As soon as I fall asleep, you can go."

Dean looked at the tousled hair and pleading eyes. "Alright," he said, crawling in.