The second Sam got into the Impala and drove off Dean dragged Cas into the Bunker, already pulling off his jacket and tossing it on the floor. And everything was a blur because suddenly Cas had him pinned up against wall and was kissing him, biting at his lips, pressing against him, grinding their bodies together.
"My room," Dean murmured. "Now."
They pulled apart long enough to stumble down the stairs and hallway, throwing open the door to Dean's bedroom. Cas almost immediately pushed Dean down, frantically unbuttoning his shirt, running his hands over his carved ab muscles. Dean let him pull the shirt off, allowing Cas to take all control of the situation, to press a kiss just above his racing heart. It felt wrong but it felt good and, Hell, they were just getting started.
Dean felt heat flood his body as Cas kissed down his neck, nipping and sucking and gently moving his hands over Dean's chest, pressing his abs, gripping his waist and massaging small circles in the skin just above the top of his jeans.
Cas shed his shirt next, and slowly moved above Dean, beginning to unbuckle Dean's tightening pants. The light from a lamp sent shadows over Cas, obscuring his face and deepening the divots in his arm muscles. Dean couldn't breathe for a moment because the man- Angel- on top of him was so beautiful. He spent a minute like that, taking in Cas, his hard, lean body, gorgeous arms and, oh, his hips bones, which he had never found very attractive on women. They were prominent, chiseled, pressing against Dean as Cas straddled him, kissing down his neck.
Dean was underneath him. Their eyes connected as Cas fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. Once again Cas felt his breath stolen by the sharp, piercing green that was filled with love and want and some other indescribable emotion. He bent down, running his lips down Dean's torso, nipping and kissing and hearing Dean's gasps as he did so.
"Is this okay?" Cas whispered as he moved farther down Dean's abdominal, letting his hands slide below the jeans.
"You know its a yes," Dean said softly, moaning as Cas pushed Dean's arms above his head and moved downward.
A good fifteen miles away Sam sat at a bar, three empty shot glasses in front of him and a beer in hand. Sitting across from him was Crowley with a margarita.
"So Moose," Crowley said. "It finally happened."
"Took them long enough," Sam answered, taking a swig of his beer. "Fifty dollars Crowley, I said it would happen after we got him back and you said-"
"-I said you wouldn't get him back," Crowley muttered. "I know." He slid a two twenties and a ten over to Sam. "Now are they at the Bunker moving furniture around?"
"Hopefully," Sam said. "The sexual tension is pretty much palpable."
"Ugh, I know. The airs so thick with it I could have cut it with a knife." Crowley sipped his drink. "So who do you think tops?"
Sam ground his forehead into his hand. "Don't make my picture that!" he exclaimed. "Crowley, I swear... I am not going to start imagining my brothers sex-life."
"Understandable."
Sam downed another shot and almost all his beer before Crowley said, "I'll bet Dean's under."
"OH MY-" Sam cut himself off as heads turned. "Shut up Crowley," he hissed. "I do not want to imagine that."
"It's true," Crowley said, somehow maintaining the straight face. "I'm sure he is and I'll bet you twenty dollars."
"Not taking the bet," Sam answered. "I'm not going to freaking ask Dean that! What the Hell makes you think that anyways?"
"Looks the type."
"What does that even mean? Never mind, don't answer that," Sam backtracked as Crowley, an evil gleam in his eye, opened his mouth. Disgruntled, he closed it.
"You think the tension will lesson?"
"I hope."
"Will they move out?" Crowley asked and, for some reason, the question drove a nail into Sam's heart. He didn't want Dean to leave. He had always had Dean beside him since Stanford, even when Dean left after their disagreements Sam would call, text, or just miss his brother.
"I dunno," he answered uncertainly. "The Bunker has plenty of space."
"True. Depends on if they're loud or not though. You don't want to have to listen to them, do you?"
"Oh my God! Crowley shut the fuck up!"
Cas collapsed on top of Dean, drained of energy. Both of them were hot and sticky and flushed and, quite frankly, exhausted. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, holding him close to his chest, pressing kisses to his cheeks and forehead. "That," he whispered into Cas's wild black hair, "was amazing."
"I've never done that before," Cas murmured.
"Me neither."
Dean rolled over, facing Cas so that their noses almost touched. "I almost lost you," he murmmered. "No more of that, okay?"
"I'll stay with you," Cas said softly. "Come Hell or high water."
"Hell or high water," Dean repeated. "Cas, I love you so much."
Cas looked at him tenderly. "I know," he said softly.
"Woah," Dean said, feigning annoyance. "Did you just fucking Han Solo me?"
"I suppose I did." Cas smiled, his face lighting up. "I love you too."
"I'm glad."
"We might want to get dressed."
Dean nodded in agreement. "You can borrow some of my clothes if you need."
"Thank you," Cas murmured.
"No problem."
A few minutes later they were both clothes and back in the bed. Dean's back as facing Cas who was nestled up against him, taking pleasure in the warmth the human put off.
"You know," Cas said quietly. "I've watched you grow up. I watched your mother kiss you for the first time, watched her tell you Angels were watching over you for the last time and I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her it was true, that at least one Angel was going to make sure you were safe. And I cried when she died, I honestly cried and I screamed. I screamed to my Father, begged him to stop this. I knew everything that would happen to you up to the Apocalypse, everything was planned, thought through. Mary had to die, John had to disappear, Jessica had to burn, Sam had to die, you had to sell your soul, meet Ruby, go to Hell, break the first seal. I watched, helplessly, as Hell rained down on you. I watched you meet that pale boy- Noah- I watched John bring his belt down on your back again and again and I screamed as loudly to my Father and I prayed to him and I begged the other Angels to stop this." He lifted up Dean's shirt slightly, tracing light fingers over the long since faded scars. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more."
Dean shifted but didn't move away. He allowed Cas to slip the shirt over his head and gently trace his hands over the strong muscles in his back where somewhere under his skin, lay the emotional scars of his beatings. "It's alright," Dean said. "Nothing was your fault."
"Does it scare you?" Cas asked. "Being in love with me? Do you worry about what Jon would say and think of it?"
"It does," Dean admitted. "A lot, especially when I first realized it."
Cas said nothing, his only continued his repetitious hand motions, as if he could see the scars.
"I don't know if he's completely okay with it. When I died...when Amara killed me I...I asked him when I was in Heaven. He wasn't alright with it at first but I think Mom helped him see reason."
"He gave me his blessings," Cas said, gently kissing down Dean's back, along the skin that was once marred with scars and blood.
"He did?"
"He did, and Mary as well."
"Thank you."
"For what?" Cas asked, confused.
"I don't know. Just thank you."
"You are welcome."
Dean cleared his throat, feeling tears pool in his eyes. "You said you knew about the plans for me and Sam?"
"I learned them only days before I went to pull you out of Hell and I was blinded by your soul. It was like seeing Michael standing in front of me, such hope, strength, love, spilling into such a corrupt place. I stitched you back up, breathed life into you, I brought you back only because I didn't know the true and horrible extent of what would happen."
"But the other Angels did?" Dean asked, his voice sounding oddly choked.
"The majority did. I begged them to stop, told them it was wrong, that you would stop it. But in the end it I know I should have left it alone, should have left you for Heaven. Nothing, not Amara, not Leviathans, nothing would have happened if I hadn't interfered with a destiny that wasn't mine."
Dean squeezed his hand, sensing how hard this must be for the Angel. "Like I've said," he whispered. "We make our own destiny."
Cas smiled. "I suppose we do. I was lost to you, I was yours the second I touched you in Hell. I've said it before, long ago, I watched Humanity for a long time. I've had my doubts, I've had my fears. I'm not like the other Angels in most areas. Chuck- God- told me that."
"But Hester was right then?" Dean asked. "When she said the touch of me corrupts, that when you first laid a hand on me in Hell you were lost?"
"There is nothing corrupt about you Dean, you are the Righteous Man, even after all these years. Your soul is blindingly bright, blindingly pure and beautiful. As for my being 'lost' i suppose it depends on how you look at it. Where the Angels thought I was lost, I felt like I had been found."
Dean didn't reply, he didn't have to. Cas was lying in beside him. They were together and they were safe. Instead he gently kissed the crown of Cas's head, letting the Angel move closer, taking comfort in the feeling of being safe, of knowing Cas wouldn't leave him.
It took a little under an hour for Dean to drift off to sleep, Cas's hand rested on Deans arm, where the Angel had gripped and pulled him from Hell, leaving the burn and just listening to Dean's breathing and thanking God it was still going after all he had been through.
"Until death do us part," he whispered into Dean's back, despite knowing the man wouldn't hear him. "I will stay with you until death do us part and after. I promise."
AN: Sorry to anyone who expected smut but I can't write it if my life depended on it so here's a load of kinda fluff instead! I have some more chapters coming up (I can't stop writing this cause there seems to be no good place to wrap it off yet and I'm sure that's getting annoying for some of you). Thanks for reading and reviewing! It means a lot to me so thanks again!
