Dean held Cas closes to him for a few minutes more before he couldn't take it any longer.

He groaned. "Get off me ya big oaf. You're too heavy." he pushed at Cas' shoulder to get him to move faster.

Cas sighed and slid off Dean and to the bed beside him. "There. Happy now?"

Dean took in huge gulps of air, albeit a little dramatically. "Air! Sweet, precious air!"

This got a sleepy chuckle out of Cas. "You always were overly dramatic."

Dean glared at him. "I'm sorry, but I think you have me confused with my brother, the theater geek."

Cas' eyes shone with mirth. "Oh really? Cause I remember you were the one who tried out for every play and musical."

Dean shifted uncomfortably next to Cas. "Yeah, well, what can I say? I made it cool. And it was fun and a good way for Sam and me to hang out with each other."

Cas wanted to ask about how Sam was but by the look on Dean's face and the rigid posture Dean held, told him that that subject was off-limits.

He reached out and started to caress Dean's tattooed chest, tracing over the lines and getting lost in the mixture of colors and grey.

He wondered about how Dean became a bartender when he had such a bright future ahead of him.

Dean hummed contentedly as Cas was tracing over his tattoos. He looked down at Cas and noticed the intense look of concentration on his face.

Dean stroked over Cas' naked shoulder. "What'cha thinking about?"

Cas looked up at Dean. "I was just thinking about why you became a bartender. What happened to all the plans you made?"

Dean sighed. He was wondering when this conversation was going to happen. "Well, after you left, I was all set to head off to Kansas State, but I decided to take a year off. Ya know, have some extra spending money."

Cas gave him an incredulous look and raised an eyebrow. "For ten years?"

Dean scoffed. "No. I actually did go. During my junior year, I started working at Ellen's and once I graduated, I just didn't want to leave."

Cas hummed and nodded his head. They laid there in relative silence for a while. Cas started tracing over Dean's tattoos again.

Cas looked back up at Dean. "Last time I saw you, you're skin wasn't this colorful. When did this come about?"

Dean looked down at his inked skin and smiled. He pointed out the very first one he got on his right bicep. "Sammy and I got these when he turned twenty-one. Kid was drunk off his ass and pointed at the first thing that caught his eye. I got to admit, it's not half bad."

Cas studied the tattoo. It was nothing extravagant, but it was good work. It was a simple griffin, colored in gold with a ribbon underneath with Sam's name inside. "Why is Sam's name beneath it?"

Dean smirked. "It was Sam's idea. His has my name beneath it. He said it was so that we would have a part of each other with the other or some shit like that. It was a long time ago."

Cas nodded and looked over Dean's skin and pointed out various tattoos and Dean told him the story behind each one.

When Cas came across one of the black and grey ones he became teary-eyed. It looked like Dean was wearing the necklace that he gave him on their four-year anniversary back in high school. He looked up at Dean and then back down at the tattoo.

Dean watched the emotions flick through Cas' eyes and knew he wanted to ask but was struggling to find the words. Dean ran his fingers through Cas' hair and smiled softly.

"After you broke up with me after graduation, it hurt. I thought we were going to go to the same school. I never thought you'd dump me when something better came along. So, I took time off from college and on our would-be-six-year anniversary, I got this done."

Now that Cas finally learned the truth, he felt awful. He also felt guilty for causing Dean that much pain that he didn't start college right away.

"I am so sorry Dean. I know this is probably too little too late, but it wasn't my intention to hurt you. I really wanted all those things with you, but I had no choice but to go to that school. My father gave me an ultimatum and I wanted to tell you everything but my father put me on a plane the next day." Cas was staring at Dean intently, willing him to understand.

Dean leaned over and kissed him gently. "It's alright. I've already forgiven you after that fucking awesome hand job at the bar. Speaking of which, I believe you said you had plans for me that could take all night?" he looked at his clock and then back at Cas. "And it's only 11:45pm. You've got some work to do."

Cas growled against Dean's inked skin and rolled on top of him. He took Dean's lip ring in his mouth again and played with it until he felt Dean start to get hard.

Dean moaned as he thrusted his hips up into Cas' and ran his fingers through Cas' hair, gripping it tight. He captured those sinful lips with his.

Cas located the lube from where he left it earlier. He coated his fingers and slipped them into Dean's loose opening. He really didn't need to prep him; he just liked hearing Dean beg.

Dean moaned into Cas' mouth as he felt his fingers teasing at his opening. He pulled away from Cas. "Fuck, Cas. C'mon. Stop teasing and just fuck me, please!"

Cas obliged and slicked himself up and roughly pushed into Dean, burying himself to the hilt.

Dean moaned loud and long before he pulled Cas down into a rough kiss. "Move." Dean said as his pulled away from Cas' mouth.

Cas had set up a punishing rhythm and angled his hips just right and hitting Dean's prostate on every thrust.

The room was filled with their grunts and moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Dean met every single brutal thrust that Cas threw at him.

It didn't take long before Dean was begging again.

"Cas, please, touch me. Please, need to come!" he pleaded.

Cas looked at him and smirked before he shook his head. "Uh huh. You're going to come just like this."

Dean growled. He gained the leverage he needed and flipped them over. He smirked down at the surprised look on Cas' face.

He braced his hands on Cas' chest as he started riding him. It was Dean's turn to tease. He alternated between deliberately slow thrusts to hard and fast.

He closed his eyes as the new angle kept Cas' cock hitting his prostate. Cas took advantage of Dean's distraction and rolled them back over so that he's on top.

Dean yelped at the quick change of position. He looked up into Cas' dark, lust blown eyes and smirked. He pulled Cas down into a deep, breath-taking kiss and bucked his hips up into Cas'. "Are you going to move or do I have to do it myself?"

Cas returned the smirk and pinned Dean's wrists to the bed and pinning the rest of Dean's body underneath his. "Oh, I'll move when I'm good and ready. And you, lover, are going to take what I give you and you will enjoy every bit of it."

Dean felt a shudder travel down his spine that made his cock twitch in between their bellies. He moaned loudly and tried to move but Cas was too heavy. "Baby, please, move. C'mon Cas. Dammit! Fucking move already!"

Cas chuckled and started kissing over Dean's neck as he moved his hips in shallow motions. Dean gasped and moaned as Cas kissed and licked over his neck. He closed his eyes against the ecstasy that he felt thrumming throughout his entire body.

Cas licked over Dean's pulse point, sucking a bruise into the skin. All too soon, Cas' need to come washed over him like a tidal wave. He picked up speed as he kept Dean pinned to the bed.

Dean knew Cas was getting close and he tried his hardest to gain more friction on his aching cock. "Cas, dammit! C'mon man, please. Just fucking touch me already! I'm so close!"

Cas captured his lips as he lifted his body off Dean's. He growled in Dean's ear as he squeezed his wrists. "Don't move."

He removed his hands from Dean's wrists down to his hips and gripped them tightly. He started ramming into Dean, hitting his prostate every time.

Dean turned his head and screamed into his arm as he spilled all over his belly and chest.

Cas growled between clenched teeth as Dean's muscles contracted around him, pulling his orgasm out of him. The both of them rocked their hips gently into each other, milking the rest of their orgasms out of them.

Cas pulled out of Dean and flopped down beside him on the bed. They both were enjoying their post-coital bliss as they both came down from their high.

Dean was staring up at the ceiling as Cas was curled up in his side tracing his tattoos again.

"Hey Dean?"

Dean was just about to drift off when he heard Cas calling him. "Yeah?"

"You never answered my question."

Dean thought over their conversation and he knew he answered all of them. So, he went back further to their interaction at the bar. He smiled. "Yeah, okay. We can start over. I'd like that."

Cas smiled back at him before drifting off to sleep, curled around Dean. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas before he too drifted off.