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Disclaimer: This contains explicit material. Please do not read if you are just going say hate about it or you are not comfortable with it. I went into some detail, but hopefully not to much. Well, this is to Destiel fans. Enjoy!

Chapter Six

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak sat across a table from each other for the second time in two days. It was the morning after their first…and second...well, it was the morning after their many kisses of the night before.

They were sitting in Dean's airy apartment on two big-cushioned chairs. Dean was eating a pancake and Cass was eating bacon and toast, just as he would have had at his own house.

Dean had woken up earlier and made breakfast for the both of them. He still felt a little guilty about the whole ordeal with the doorman. He let Cas sleep; he knew what he would have wanted anyway. It was surprising how he knew this man, almost inside and out, and yet he had known him for barely a day and a half.

Now Cas was munching on some bacon and staring at nothing in particular, smiling dreamily. He was so adorable and he didn't even know it. Then again, Dean thought that almost everything Cas did was adorable. He couldn't help it, though. He was too far gone into the realm of infatuation to ever come back.

"How did you sleep?" asked Dean curiously.

Cas didn't know what to say. He thought about how to answer that question without sound completely and hopelessly obsessed. Last night was the best night of my life? I've never felt so physically close to someone without even having sex? Sleeping next to you made me feel warmer and happier than any space heater or happy pill ever could?

He settled on something, simple for the time being. "I slept well, Dean Winchester. I was sleeping next to you," he stated with a smile.

Oh sure, when Dean first suggested that Cas stay at his apartment they had talked a big game about them sleeping in separate beds and not being in each other's personal space at all; as if that could have been possible. Castiel did get into Dean's personal space, though, and he didn't think he ever wanted to leave.

Dean smiled a big smile that he might have considered idiotic looking before he met Cas. No one before him had made Dean smile like Cas did. No one had even bothered trying. Wearing a smile that big was now a normal thing for Dean. Cas made him feel happy; elated, even.

Looking at Cas made Dean's heart ache. He missed him, and he was in the same room as him. He glanced up at Cas just to find that he was observing him with that adorable, quizzical tilt of the head that he had so often. Dean couldn't take it anymore. He got up and went to the other room, leaving a confused Cas to eat his breakfast bacon and consider what he and Dean would do when he got back from wherever it is he went.

Dean had gone to the bathroom of his apartment, grabbing his cellphone on the way there. He entered the small room, closed the door behind him, and promptly called the number of the school to inform them that he would not be able to make it today due to incredibly burning pains in his chest. Then he exited the bathroom, put his phone on the counter, and went back into the kitchen were Castiel was still thinking about their day dreamily.

Cas looked up and smiled that content, innocent smile of his and started to tell Dean about what he had finally decided on for their day. "Hello Dean. Where did you go? I was thinking that maybe today we could just—"

Suddenly, Cas was knocked back onto a pile of relatively plushy pillows and cushions. He looked up with a degree of shock, only to find Dean above him. He was in a cat-like position, of sorts, positioned directly above Cas on all fours with a goofy grin plastered to his face.

"What are you doing, Dean?" exclaimed Cas, laughing now, but no less bewildered by this odd display.

"I missed you," Dean whispered seductively in his ear, biting it a little before he sunk down on top of him. Small tremors began to run up and down Castiel's body. They were pressed so close together, yet not close enough. Castiel decided that the best way to decrease the distance between them would be to remove some layers. He pulled Dean's shirt over his head, and receiving no objections, did the same to his own.

Pillows and blankets surrounded them, and it felt as if they were resting on a cloud. Cas pressed his warm, bare chest against Dean's and exhaled shakily. He tried to keep his composure, but his body was betraying him.

Dean was breathing heavily, feeling exactly the same as Cas. They looked into each other's eyes. Dean had never felt this kind of connection with any woman he had ever known, and he didn't think any of them compared to what he felt like now. If he felt like this now, he wondered how he would feel later. He smiled to himself and as if reading his thoughts, Cas did as well.

Trying to keep a level head, but deciding the hell with it, Dean leaned his head down, kissed Cas passionately, and bit his lower lip gently, pulling it into his own mouth. As he was doing this though, he felt gentle yet resolute hands glide their way down his chest, his stomach, and finally come to a stop dangerously close to his pelvis. Soon, his pants were off and he was eagerly helping Cas with his. He took his time; he dragged it on. Dean didn't think he could ever tire being with Cas like this, no matter how physically exhausting it became.

Cas was practically panting now, the excitement of everything, of seeing this mysterious, beautiful man, of Castiel actually being lucky enough to talk to him. By some unknown luck, Dean had offered to take him out and they had talked. Who knew that they would have so much in common, fit together so well? They became best friends in less than three hours. Then, as if Fate had planned it herself, he and this man fell in love. The sheer magnitude of how much he actually did love Dean hit him like a ton of bricks, and he thrust his body upward, even closer to Dean's, moaning loudly.

Dean absorbed all the passion and magnified it. He thrusted his hip into Castiel's, and they both practically cried out with how amazing it felt. They looked at each other, both fairly sweaty and out of breath by this point, their bodies heaving into one another like they had made to be pressed together in this way. That's when it clicked, that's when they realized how much they needed each other, that they couldn't live without each other, and they were both shocked that they had gotten this far in their lives without knowing each other.

Castiel rolled over and ended up on top of Dean. He smiled that smile that he knew Dean loved so much, except now it was anything but innocent. He pushed his lips onto Dean's with a force that let Dean know he was in control right now. Dean smiled and wrapped his arms around Castiel's bare back, pulling him down so their bodies had nothing in between them. They melted into each other and it seemed as if both their bodies became one; blending their movements perfectly with each other and crying out together as if one entity. They disappeared into that soft, feathery cloud that they had made and didn't come back out for almost two days.