Sam and Dean spent the rest of the drive back to Bobby's in relative silence. For once Sam was not complaining about Dean's affinity for classic rock as The Stones played steadily from the speakers. Sam kept shooting his brother worried glances whenever they went over a particularly noticeable divot in the road and Dean would let out a hissed sound of pain; although he made no verbal complaints.

Bobby was waiting for them not so patiently on his back porch as they pulled into the driveway, "Couldn't have called ahead to let me know you were both still alive?" Bobby asked gruffly as Sam helped a stiff moving Dean over to the house. Bobby stepped aside to let them in, muttering "Idjits," just loud enough for them to hear, as he took one of the weapon bags that Sam had slung over his shoulder.

Dean plopped himself into one of the seats at the kitchen table, trying not to wince as his arm gave another painful twinge as if to remind him that it was still broken.

Dean tried to allow himself to get distracted by the pain, the sight of an empty kitchen already having an effect on him. He felt the unwanted bile begin to rise in his throat and threaten to turn into tears as what an empty kitchen actually meant.

Sam was the one to break through Dean's warring thoughts, "So, Cas took off?"

"What?" Bobby asked , surprise then realization washing through him as he took a look at Dean's face and noticed his current pain didn't seem to be all physical, "Oh, no! I just sent him in to watch the television, his relentless pacing was driving me nuts!"

It was that moment Cas picked to poke his head around from the hallway. His once again full sized adult head.

Dean let out the breath that he'd been holding and slumped further into his chair, muttering a faint, "Cas."

Cas' face split into a grin that outshone anything they'd seen him produce over the last few days. He stepped fully into the room, his once again six foot tall form dressed in Jimmy's 'tax accountant' get up, complete with trench coat.
Cas gave half a shrug, turning his palms up in a 'what do you think?' kind of move.

Dean nodded his head, quickly ceasing the action as his arm protested from the movement.

"Dean, you are hurt." Cas was immediately by Dean's side, kneeling beside the chair and gingerly moving Dean's arm towards him.

"Don't worry bout it Cas. You're still recuperating."

Cas ignored Dean in favor of fastening his hand firmly over Dean's shoulder.
Dean reached out blindly for something to grip onto with his other hand as pain tore through him.
The faint glow that was the sign of Cas' grace spreading to heal him seeped out from Cas' hand. Dean felt the relief begin to extend instantly.

It wasn't until Dean was relatively certain all the damage the damn witch had done was almost completely gone, that he gained enough composure to realize that the object he'd grasped in his pained panic was Cas' other hand. Their fingers were now firmly interlocked and Cas was applying a light squeeze reassuringly.

"Thanks Cas," Dean whispered once he could feel no remnants of the injury. Cas smiled again, meeting Dean's gaze, he didn't seem inclined to remove either of his hands from Dean's body.

Dean grinned back, he pulled at Cas' coat rather roughly, hoisting Cas up just slightly so they were at the same level, so he could pull him firmly against his body in a tight hug. Dean wound his now uninjured arm around Cas' neck, as he felt Cas' own arm go firmly around his waist pulling him just that bit nearer.

"Glad you are ok," Cas stated to him.

"Glad you're here," Dean murmured back.

Sam and Bobby both cleared their throats loudly at the same time. Dean relinquished his hold on Cas rather reluctantly.

"Any possible way you could keep it out of my kitchen boys?" Bobby grumbled, but there wasn't any malice behind his expression.

Cas stood swiftly and shuffled back from Dean, the beginnings of a blush forming at the top of his cheekbones; he looked properly embarrassed.

"Not a chance man." Dean grabbed at Cas hooking his fingers in his belt loops and pulled him back closer.

Sam rolled his eyes, as Bobby continued, "So here's the deal, me and Sam are gonna go into town and grab some pizza's. When we get back you two will have dealt with any 'issues' that may still be present and that way neither Sam or myself will have to deal with any of your awkward crap."

Neither Bobby nor Sam waited for either Dean's approval or disapproval before they were hastily heading for the door. Sam only paused to briefly offer a "Glad you're all ok Cas," Before he was out of sight.

Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes at his family's lack of subtly. Looking back up at Cas, Dean could tell that the angel was now pointedly looking anywhere that wasn't him. It was that moment that Dean realized however he played his next move Cas would follow along. Cas still wasn't positive of Dean's intentions and he wasn't about to put anything, mainly himself, on the line with his uncertainty.

Dean smiled to himself as he gazed up at the now fully restored angel, his fully restored angel. He took in the strong jaw with its permanent 5 o clock shadow, the unruly mop of black hair as messy as ever, and most importantly those eyes. Those brilliant blue eyes that managed to convey a million and one things with the smallest glimmer of change.

"Dean," Cas mumbled out.

"Mmm?"

"Dean, you are staring."

Dean chuckled, he placed his hands on either side of Cas' hips and guided him around so they were facing each other again. Dean finally managing to get Cas to look back down into his eyes. Cas gave the barest hint of a hesitant smile.

"God I missed you Cas."

"I have not been anywhere Dean." Cas said seriously.

Dean laughed again and abandoned any remaining thoughts he still had about turning back.
With the hold he still had on Cas' waist he dragged him firmly forward and maneuvered his angel until he was seated firmly straddling his lap.

Cas' cheeks began to flush again as almost the entire length of his body came into contact with Dean's, Dean fastened his arms swiftly around Cas' back to hold him firmly in place.
Cas seemed uncertain where to place his hands and settled for folding them in his lap.

"So," Dean started softly, looking up into the bright eyes above him, "You stayed."

Cas hesitated to make any form of reply and Dean's spirits immediately plummeted, had he got this all wrong? Was Cas merely here to give a goodbye before fluttering off? Dean looked away, his grip loosening along with his rising doubt.

"No! Dean." Cas grabbed Dean's swiftly retreating hands and placed them back into their previous position, "I mean, yes, I stayed."

Dean wasn't so eager to accept the theory this time, "When till? When your heavenly duties begin calling or when you simply get bored?"

Cas didn't seem to be paying attention to Dean's words, instead his gaze was focused intensely studying Dean's face. "I think I understand what you meant now Dean."

"What I meant when?"

"When you were speaking of how it would be inappropriate for me to stay in the form of a child."

"Don't try and change the subject Cas -"

Cas leant swiftly forwards and captured Dean's lips with his own. Any further arguments Dean had died in his throat and were replaced with a guttural moan.

Dean pulled Cas to him, completely chest to chest as he opened his mouth allowing Cas' eagerly probing tongue access.
Cas' hands fisted in the short hair at the back of Dean's head as he felt Dean's tongue melt alongside his own.

The two of them stayed locked together at the mouths for minutes on end, both battling for dominance as their tongues warred against one another. Dean was the one who gave in and allowed Cas to take control of the kiss, permitting Cas to explore every crevice of his mouth with supreme accuracy.

Dean eventually had to pull back for a proper lungful of air. He rested his head against Cas' chest, breathing heavily. "Thought you told me you were a virgin Cas?"

Cas looked down at Dean confused, "I did not lie to you Dean."

Dean chuckled, "Virgins don't kiss like that."

Cas sounded a mixture of exasperated and embarrassed as he explained himself, "Dean, I have been watching mankind for as long as they have existed. I know how 'things' work." Dean snorted at Cas' inability to say the word sex after he'd practically tongue fucked his mouth. "I find your lack of faith in me disturbing, Dean." Cas' speech faltered as Dean placed his hands underneath the trench coat and started moving them firmly up Cas' back. "You should have figured out by now that if there was anything I could learn that would benefit you -"

Cas' voice ceased completely as Dean reached his shoulder blades and pressed him forward harder. "Cas," Dean made sure he had the angels full attention.

Cas' "Dean," in return was at least two octaves lower than his normal already gravelly voice.

Dean allowed himself to acknowledge that Cas' voice should not be able to affect him as much as it did before continuing, "Stop talking, and fucking kiss me."

Cas' grin was only visible for a moment before his chapped lips were once again sealed firmly over Dean's.

-/-

When Sam and Bobby returned they both reentered the house cautiously. Both men had dawdled as much as they possibly could while they were out purchasing dinner, without once broaching the subject of why they were actually taking their sweet ass time.

Sam was grateful they didn't enter a kitchen strewn with any errant articles of clothing.

Bobby called through the house that grub had arrived and Dean and Cas appeared in the living room doorway both looking the same as they'd been left. Except they both wore matching grins, their hands firmly linked between them, and Cas' hair seemed to be standing on end.

Dinner passed in the same way the other meals over the past couple of days had; Bobby spoke of case work, Sam adding his opinions every so often, Dean disagreeing with most things his brother said just to get on his nerves. Dean piling food in front of an eager Cas and looking overly happy about the fact that Cas was enjoying it.

The only difference was when conversation started to die down Dean was left staring at Cas with more than just a big brotherly fondness in his eyes.

"Look at you two girls being sappy." Bobby said with a false sweetness to his voice, causing Sam to laugh and Dean and Cas to begin avoiding any prolonged eye contact.

"Shut up Bobby," Dean grumbled.

"I warned you before, not in my kitchen. If it is, then you learn to cop the shit."

Dean rolled his eyes and just for the brilliant reaction he knew he'd receive he leant over and kissed Cas squarely on the mouth. Sam pretended to make a gagging noise. Dean flipped him off as he dragged Cas pointedly out of the kitchen and headed for the stairs.

-/-

Dean was still chuckling to himself when they reached the bedroom they'd been sharing over the past couple of days. He only just managed to slide the door closed behind them before he had an armful of angel, Cas' lips moving firmly against his own.

Cas took control quickly this time, winding his arms around Dean's waist and using the leverage to pull Dean close against his body. Dean wound his hands into Cas' hair as he let himself be manhandled. Dean hadn't realized Cas had been walking them backwards until the backs of his legs bumped the side of the bed.

Dean broke his mouth away with a slight pop, Cas tried to chase his mouth and pouted when Dean leaned out of the way.

Dean chuckled, "Just, slow down a minute Cas."

"Why?" Cas asked with the hint of a petulant tone seeping in.

Dean smiled, "One, I need to breath." Cas rolled his eyes, as if he found the concept a complete burden. "And two, we have time Cas." Dean paused, "Don't we?"

Cas sat down firmly on the edge of the bed, dragging Dean down to sit next to him. "I'm going to put this as plainly as I can for you Dean. I am not going anywhere. I will not leave your side until you wish it. I will stay. Go hunting with you and Sam, help you hustle poker and save all the people you save. If you'll have me, that is."

"But what about heaven? It's a mess up there, you've said so yourself."

Cas sighed, "Gabriel has already been to see me about that."

"What? When?"

"Almost immediately after the witches curse broke. He must have been keeping an eye on me waiting for it to happen. He's working on bringing heaven under control. Gabriel is an arch angel, his power is known and there are a lot of angels who would follow him completely. It's just that almost everybody thought he was dead. He's going to put right what was broken, not that I think that's how he wants to be spending his time but he understands that without him Raphael will most likely do more harm than good. He can fix it Dean, and most certainly without my help."

Dean smiled hesitantly, "He's letting you off the hook completely?"

Cas shrugged, "With any heavenly duties, as you call them, yes. Although I don't think that will stop him from continuing to contact us. He seems to find the two of you interesting, at least, he talks about Sam a lot."

Dean rolled his eyes grumbling, "Slimy git can keep his sticky paws away from Sammy."

"He is my brother Dean."

"Doesn't make him any less of a git."

Cas chuckled. "Are you satisfied now Dean? Am I allowed to kiss you again?"

"You don't really have to ask for permission Ca -"

Cas was on him before Dean could finish getting his name out. Cas drew their mouths together once more, threading his fingers of one hand into Dean's hair and using the other to push firmly on his chest, guiding him so he was lying back on the bed, legs still hanging over the side.

Cas came down next to him and let his first moan slip as Dean's tongue curled around his own.

The sign that Cas was enjoying this as much as he was set something alight in Dean and all they were doing soon wasn't enough.

Dean hastily dragged the trench coat off of Cas' shoulders and threw it to the ground out of the way before he changed their positions, flipping Cas underneath him.

Cas grinned up at him before Dean leaned back down nipping his way along Cas' jaw. The feeling of stubble underneath his lips something he hadn't felt since he was a teenager. Dean deftly worked his hand down the trail of buttons on Cas' shirt opening them one by one as he kept Cas preoccupied with his mouths' actions.

When his trail finally bought him to Cas' ear Dean bit at the lobe gently before breathing out, "You know I'm not going to be wishing you away anytime soon, or ever, for that matter. Are you prepared to stay with me for that long?"

"I will never not watch over you Dean. Even if you were to ever send me away, I would have no intention of ceasing to be your angel."

Dean smirked, "You're mine huh? All mine?" Dean leant down to press his lips against Cas' chastely.

Cas smiled, "Of course." Cas' eyes glinted as his grin began to turn mischievous, "But what you mustn't ever forget is what that also means." Dean raised his eyebrows questioningly, "It means, you are also mine." Cas' voice became a growl as he flipped Dean under him.

Cas pinned Dean to the bed with his weight, smashing their mouths together with more force than he had yet used, grabbing both of Dean's wrists he pinned them with his hands against the pillow above Dean's head.

Dean moaned at the strength used, it had been years since he'd had someone throw him around in bed, years since he'd been with anybody who could throw him around. Dean's complete unwavering trust in Cas made it easy to fall into this pattern.

Cas moved his lips away from Dean's mouth and began copying what Dean had done to him before, moving his lips down his neck and nibbling softly at the sensitive skin. When he reached Dean's collarbone he bit down hard.

Dean's hips reflexively bucked up at the sensation even as Cas was licking a stripe over what would defiantly become a bruise. Dean felt the smirk on Cas' lips slide off his face as Dean's hips slotted against Cas' and the first friction Cas had felt rubbed against his hard cock.

Cas pulled back abruptly, sitting back on his haunches still straddling Dean's thighs.

Dean leant up on his elbows so he could get a look at Cas' face, "You 'k Cas?" Cas nodded, but didn't meet Dean's gaze. Dean sat upright, pulling Cas into his lap, and as difficult as it was ignored both his and Cas' obvious erections. "What's wrong?" Dean lifted Cas' chin up from where it had been resting against his chest. "We've already had enough chick flick moments to last us a lifetime tonight Cas, we may as well keep going."

Cas gave a weak smile at Dean's attempt at a joke. "You know I have never done anything like this before Dean. I am worried I will be inadequate for you."

Dean rolled his eyes, and then his hips, grinding his cock up into Cas' ass, Cas shuddered and clutched at Dean's shoulders. "You feel that Cas?" Cas nodded, "I intend to fuck you with it." Cas' body gave another shiver, "However if that's not what you want to do tonight you tell me now, and I'll stop."

"That's not what I meant Dean." Cas ground back down into Dean as if to prove he wasn't afraid. "I've never had experience -"

"It's not about experience Cas, it's about instinct." To prove his point Dean wrapped his hand firmly around the prominent tent in Cas' pants and gave a firm stroke, Cas' hips bucked up into his hand reflexively. "You see, it's all instinctual."

Cas nodded and leant forward to wind his tongue back into Dean's mouth, he pulled back after a moment adding, "I believe that we are still wearing too many clothes Dean."

Dean nodded his agreement quickly; divesting Cas of the shirt he'd already unbuttoned and lifting the undershirt he wore up over his head. Cas set to work pushing Dean's jacket off, even as their mouths had locked together again, Dean's hands roaming freely over Cas' lightly toned stomach. They broke apart briefly so Cas could rid Dean of his Henley as well.

Dean maneuvered Cas carefully onto his back, straddling his thighs, Dean leaned down to capture one of Cas' nipples in his mouth and was rewarded with a load groan and a buck of Cas' hips. Dean lavished the area until the nub was a hard peak before giving the same attention to the other side. Cas had his hands firmly grasped in Dean's hair encouraging Dean's movements, a slow litany of Dean's name beginning to fall past his lips.

When Dean was satisfied with his work he moved down further, stopping next at Cas' prominent hipbones, licking and nipping his way around them, until Cas was practically writhing beneath him.

"Don't stop, Dean."

The words Cas' harsh, ragged voice produced stirred Dean's memory to a day prior when Cas was curled on the hood of his car, Dean's hand wrapped firmly in "Wings," Dean stated firmly, pulling himself up from where'd he'd been splayed on Cas' stomach.

"I believe I said don't stop," Cas grumbled as he looked up at Dean with a stare of disappointment.

"Wings, Cas," Dean repeated, Cas' mind seeming to take a minute longer to process anything that wasn't Dean's tongue on his body, "Can you still manifest your wings?"

Cas tilted his head with confusion at the sudden change of topic, "Of course I can, I have always been able to. It had simply never been an appropriate thing to do."

"Do it now." Dean said eagerly.

"Why?" Cas asked, suspicion lacing his tone.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Because I want to see," Then added slyly, "And because they're sensitive."

"What does sensitivity have to do with anything?" Dean allowed Cas' slow turning mind to comprehend his meaning along with their current positions, "Oh!" He finally exclaimed, then blushed deeply.

It took another moment of silence before Dean felt the air around him ripple. Between one blink and the next they appeared and Dean was suddenly surrounded by a dark softness.
Cas' wings as a child had been nothing compared to the magnificence that Dean was facing now.

Cas was framed by two large rich black wings that glinted hints of blue as Cas moved them, the wingspan easily trailing to the floor and heading towards the walls from where Cas sat in the centre of the queen size bed. All the feathers Dean could see, right from the tops of the wings, trailing down right past him along the bed looked just as soft if not more so than what he remembered from Cas as a kid.

Dean didn't hesitate to find out and Cas soon had Dean placed firmly in his lap, solid hands running down either side of his usually hidden appendages, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure all the way through his body.

Cas wanting to make Dean feel as good as he did, reached his hand forward to unbutton and unzip the front of Dean's jeans, plunging his hand into Dean's pants before Dean had time to register what was going on.

As Cas' hand wrapped itself securely around Dean's leaking cock and gave a firm stroke, Dean grasped at Cas' feathers tugging harder than he meant to, it didn't seem to worry Cas as he threw his head back in pleasure, so Dean eagerly repeated the motion, his mouth fervently seeking Cas'.

They both continued to rut into each other slowly building their way up until Dean finally had the sense to realize that if they continued like this much longer he'd soon be out of the game, especially when Cas' hand was twisting absolutely just right on every third stroke.

Dean pulled back from Cas' mouth with a reluctant groan, without enough brain power to vocalize what he wanted Dean had to physically move Cas to lay onto his back again, stripping him of his slacks and briefs in one swift movement as he did.

Cas laid out completely bare was perfect. His long unmarked limbs seemed to go on for miles, which were overrun by his magnificent wings splayed out beneath him. Dean couldn't decide whether the best part was Cas' blissed out face, vivid blue eyes sparkling brightly up at him, or Cas' leaking cock that was so hard it was almost against his stomach, begging Dean to do something about it.

Cas reached for Dean's wrist and held on tightly as the hunter made to leave the bed. "Lube, Cas." Dean said in way of explanation.

"Where?"

"Duffel bag."

Cas clicked his fingers and the tiny tube was in his hand, Cas examined the bottle quickly before handing it over to Dean.

Dean smirked as all the possibilities for Cas' powers began to race through his mind.
But for now, he had much simpler plans.

Dean kicked his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off before returning to sit firmly between Cas' legs. Cas spreading them open willingly had Dean worried he was almost going to come undone merely at the sight in front of him.

Cas wasn't eager for Dean to take his time while prepping him. Cas insisting more than once that there was no physical way Dean could hurt him. Dean took his time anyway, slowly working up finger by finger spreading Cas' willing hole wider. When Dean found Cas' prostate the completely broken sound Cas made once again nearly tipped Dean over the edge and Dean couldn't linger any longer.

Grasping Cas' thighs and placing them where he needed them Dean plunged balls deep in to Cas without any further warning.

Dean allowed Cas' body the time it needed to adjust to him, waiting for Cas' grunt of "Please Dean move," before beginning a steady pace that had them both panting in minutes.

Cas' hands seemed to be clutching at Dean everywhere, trying to drag him closer than physically possible. Both of them felt the coil in their stomachs as their bodies began to give in to everything they were experiencing. Cas dragged himself up us far as he could and smashed his mouth together with Dean's, their tongues tying together messily, any etiquette they'd shown earlier completely gone now as they lost themselves to each other.

Dean thought he'd be able to go a little while longer, that was until he felt Cas' wings come up around him, the cool feathers sliding down over his spine and swiping at his sides confidently.
The sensation sent Dean slamming into his climax without warning, his come spilling into Cas as he gripped onto the angel in front of him with everything he had left.

The feeling of Dean's come painting him from the inside sent Cas flying over the edge was well, a feeling of power such as he'd never felt before flooding through his entire being, the moans escaping him just as load as Dean's had been.

Dean collapsed onto Cas' chest panting heavily, aftershocks still rippling through him as his mind slowly felt like it was going offline at the pure bliss that was filling him. Dean could feel Cas just as immobile beneath him, and could see his wings trembling from the impact of his climax.

Dean barely had the energy to lift himself enough to pull himself out of Cas, but he managed it, both of them groaning softly at the loss of contact.

Dean settled himself back atop of Cas searching for Cas' hand and grasping it firmly in his own once he found it. Cas squeezed back just as determinedly, allowing his wings to rise up and drape around Dean as a blanket. That was the last thing that Dean's hazy mind managed to register before his exhausted body pulled him into complete unconsciousness.