Dean sighed softly at the feel of a pair of warm lips on his neck. The lips moved up to his earlobe before giving way to tongue and teeth. Eyes closed, Dean turned his head towards the lips, silently begging. He was rewarded with a deep, demanding kiss that pulled a low moan from the hunter's throat. That mouth nipped its way back across Dean's jawline and up to his ear. Hands slid up his arms; one slipping itself perfectly onto a familiar brand. Dean shivered at the breath that crossed his face as a gruff voice whispered.

"Mine." Dean's body reacted immediately at the declaration.

"Yes," Dean affirmed with a whisper as the lips resumed their place at his neck. "Castiel."

Dean's eyes shot open; staring blindly at the ceiling. His heart was pounding in his chest. Forcing himself to breathe evenly, Dean looked over to Sam's bed. His younger brother was gone, and in his place sat the angel from his dream.

"Cass," Dean croaked, trying to sit up. "What are you doing here?" Castiel was looking down at his hands and didn't answer. Sighing heavily, Dean sat up fully and swung his legs off the bed.

"Is something wrong?"

"Another angel died today," Castiel whispered. "We were out fighting. I turned around and…" Castiel closed his eyes; emotional pain clear on his face.

"Were you two close?" Castiel looked up at Dean slowly.

"He was like my brother. Out of all the angels… we were family."

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered. Castiel looked back down to his hands.

"I've never felt this way before," Dean could barely hear Castiel now. "I… I still…" Castiel shook his head, putting out his hands for Dean to see. There was blood on the angel's hands; Dean guessed it was from his fallen brother.

"We need to clean you up," Dean said gently, standing up from his bed. Castiel stood up slowly, and Dean noticed a deep red stain on the angel's shirt.

"Cass, are you bleeding?" Castiel looked down and nodded.

"It was fatal," Castiel's voice was louder than before, but still barely above a whisper. "My vessel's soul has joined with the father now." Dean nodded slowly, looking carefully at Castiel.

"C'mon," Dean said quietly, gently touching Castiel's shoulder. "Let's get you patched up."

~*~*~*~

Dean watched silently as Castiel washed the blood from his hands. The angel continued to hold his hands under the water; even after they were clean. Sighing softly, Dean took Castiel's hands in his and turned off the tap.

"Come here," He said quietly; leading Castiel to sit on the edge of the bath. "I need to take a look at that wound."

"It'll heal," Castiel mumbled.

"But it'll heal faster if I clean it up," Dean explained softly as he pushed Castiel's coat from his shoulders.

"You need to take off your shirt." Castiel nodded and began to unbutton his shirt. Dean turned to fetch the medical kit. Castiel hissed slightly when he pulled the shirt away where the dried blood had joined it to his skin, causing Dean to turn back quickly. Castiel's chest was surprisingly sculpted, but Dean forced himself not to dwell on that fact as he kneeled in front of the angel with the medical kit. Dean filled the sink with some water and dipped a cloth into it; wiping off the dried blood so he could see how bad the wound was. Sighing heavily at the depth of the cut, Dean reached for antiseptic and gauze.

"Why were you fighting?" He asked quietly as he tended the injury.

"A seal," Castiel replied, just as quietly.

"Did you at least win?"

"The seal is in tact."

"At least that's something good," Dean sighed, sitting back on his heels. "You're all done." Castiel looked down at Dean, who was looking back at him with concern in his eyes.

"Thank you," Castiel mumbled, but he made no move to put his shirt back on. Dean nodded silently. They stayed that way for a few seconds before Dean forced himself to stand. Trying to avoid Castiel's eyes, Dean picked up the angel's shirt.

"This shirt is ruined," Dean spoke without looking at Castiel. "If you're gonna be the only one living in there, you may as well get yourself some new clothes."

"I have no money," Castiel was barely whispering now; seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

"I'll give you some," Dean replied, walking towards the door. "You'll have to borrow one of mine for now." Castiel stood slowly and followed Dean as he left the bathroom. Dean stopped at his duffel to find a shirt; stiffening slightly when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Dean grabbed the nearest shirt to hand before turning towards Castiel.

"Everything alright?" He asked; his voice dipping lower than he'd intended. Castiel was looking at him with a strange darkness in his eyes, and Dean had to focus to breathe. The hand on his shoulder tightened slightly, and Dean turned squarely at the angel.

"Cass," He whispered. Castiel leaned forward and, with barely a hesitation, pressed his lips firmly to Dean's. Dean froze. His grip tightened on the shirt he was holding. Castiel seemed to notice this, and pulled away. Dean dropped the shirt and looked warily into Castiel's eyes.

"I…apologise, Dean," Castiel whispered; looking away from Dean.

"You don't have to be sorry," Dean barely whispered. Castiel looked back at Dean, something close to fear in his eyes.

"I wasn't over thinking it before, was I?" Dean asked softly, moving to keep his and Castiel's bodies close. "You really were jealous of Anna. It's me that you want." Castiel looked at Dean helplessly; like he didn't know how to feel or what to do. Dean sighed, bringing a hand up to run down Castiel's neck. The touch alone was enough, and Castiel pulled Dean back in; kissing him almost desperately. Dean reciprocated, grabbing Castiel firmly by the hips and moving the angel to a nearby wall. Castiel wrapped his arms tightly around Dean's shoulders; holding on like his life depended on it. Tongues duelled between them, and in the back of his mind, Dean heard Castiel moan softly. Their moment of passion was cut short by the sound of the door closing.

"Uh… Am I interrupting something?"