Dean and Cas made it to the next town over the next day. Both of them had slept late due to the light night diner excursion, so when they had woken mid afternoon, huddled close in each others arms, with an angry voice mail from Bobby, demanding Dean answer his phone, and another from Sam, stating that Bobby wanted to know how soon they would be home, so they could pick up Sam and go after a demon, they had need a while to pack up.

They weren't speaking about what had happened last night, something Dean couldn't tell if he was grateful for, or if he should be concerned. They made the trip with the sun setting, politely speaking, laughing and listening to music. They arrived late into town, and headed for food, ending up at a Chinese food restaurant. Laden with bags of food, and the autopsy report on a girl who had been slashed to bits they made it back to the motel. Dean called Bobby, while Cas vanished for a bit, letting him in on the case, which was a haunting, and told him they would be home as soon as the had located and burned the remains.

Cas returned slightly pink, pointing to the wind that was whipping around trees. They ate and watched tv but every moment Dean became more antsy. He was nervous that they hadn't talked. The room still had two beds, he wondered if Cas would take it as Dean didn't want to share. Cas showered and changed and they ate dinner in silence.

"I can't take this, Cas whats with us?" Cas looked up from a bow of chow mien and tso's chicken. He blinked and swallowed.

"I hoped you knew. Are we a couple Dean, are we together?"

"Do you want to be?"

"Do you?"

Dean sighed frustratedly, "This is middle school bullshit. Yes, I like you, yes I want to be with you."

Cas smiled and said, "Me too."

"Right then." Dean was unsure of where to go, so they continued eating. Dean showed and then Cas did, they dressed and climbed into the same bed. Dean's heart was hammering again.

Cas leaned forward like the other night and pulled Dean to face him. Without warning Cas pulled him forward, one hand against his back and they kissed. Suddenly Dean realized he didn't care about anything other than kissing Cas. He moved straddling Cas, kicking the covers off them both, leaving them exposed, boxers, sweat pants, and t-shirts, kissing in a dark room, the wind howling outside.

Cas groaned and pushed his pelvis flush with Dean's, who inhaled quickly, rubbing back down on Cas. Both could feel each others growing erections, and Cas shuddered as Dean rocked forward.

"Are you okay with this?" Dean asked and Cas blushed.

"Yes, actually it's why I both these." Cas leaned over the edge of the bed and pulled out a small plastic bag. Dean opened it and pulled out a bottle of lube and condoms. He laughed, imagining the angel buying them and coming home red faced, and hiding them in his pocket until Dean showered when he could stash them here.

Cas flipped them suddenly, laying Dean out on his back, and Dean realized that his wings were out and his eyes glowed softly. Dean inhaled, and they were kissing again, Cas now dominating. He pulled off his shirt and Dean did his. Slowly Cas pressed his bare chest against him, letting warm flesh greet warm flesh. And Cas was kissing his neck, his jawline, his shoulders. His hands roamed down Dean's body, stopping at the top of his boxers making Dean groan.

"What are you waiting for?" Dean asked and Cas blushed. Dean sat up and caught the angel as he fell back.

"I'm not entirely sure what happens now." Cas sounded upset. Dean chuckled,

"That's why you have me." He leaned down and pressed his hand against the bulge in Cas's pants. Well, ironically more of his pants, seeing as Cas had elected to wear the sweat pants again. Cas exhaled and squirmed,

"Dean the pressure, it's too stiff." Dean chuckled.

"Would you like me to make it better?" Cas nodded hopefully twitch as Dean continued to rub down. Dean chuckled again and looped his fingers inside the the sweat pants and pulled down, leaving Cas in boxers until his knees at least. Cas sighed a breath of relief.

"Dean that's better but it's still-"

"Shhh." Dean said. Slowly he let his hand drag down, from Cas' shoulders down his body to his boxers, one hand gently skimming along his erection, the other resting at the top of elastic wast band, one thumb creeping beneath it, touching Cas as close as he could with out touching his now throbbing and twitching hard on.

"Dean!" Cas' voice was a plea, a beg for mercy. He panted and wiggled around. Dean grinned and pulled down the boxers to join the pants. Dean laid down on the bed head resting on the other man lower abdomen, and he opened his mouth and tried his best to relax his throat.

Either he was out of practice or Cas was a bigger fish to fry than he had originally judged, but not matter how hard he tried he couldn't get down the the base. Swallowing whatever sense of decorum to show off he had left, he forced his head down and started bobbing up and down. Cas' hand found a way into his hair, and Dean allowed his head to be moved up and down- at least until Cas pushed down too far and he pulled back choking.

He came up, sides heaving for air and found himself on his back.

"I'm sorry Dean, I wasn't thinking. Are you okay?" Dean smiled up at him, wrapping his legs around his waist.

"It's fine Cas, I'm fine." Cas still looked concerned so Dean reached up, stroking the feathers of the wing that was wrapped around to hold him head. Cas shivered. Dean continued petting them enjoying the way Cas stiffened and relaxed again. Cas bucked forward and rutted against Dean.

"Guess that means I'm a bottom huh?" Cas looked at him questioningly. "Nothing, here." Dean poured some lube on Cas' fingers. You're a little- well a lot big. Especially since I haven't done this in a while. You have to stretch me, but putting your fingers down there, and inside me." He instructed. A gasp of pain made him lean forward and grab Cas' wrist. "Ow. Okay, um, look not all at once. You have to make it slow."

"I'm so sorry Dean!' Cas had pulled back but Dean re adjusted his fingers and a single finger slipped in and Dean relaxed. Sighing as Cas pumped in and out of him. "Is this relaxing Dean?"

"Huh?" Dean looked up.

"You looked relaxed."

"Oh, yeah, I mean if I tighten it will hurt, but this doesn't. It's a small burn a little pleasure. Its easier to relax to than you think. Lube does wonders. You can add another finger when your ready by the way." Dean inhaled sharply as another finger joined the first and Cas stilled again.

"I don't want to hurt you Dean."

"There will always be a little pain. It's worth it Cas, I promise." Cas, looking dubious, continued. Dean gritted his teeth a little and related again, Cas seemed to relax as Dean did too. Dean reached down pouring a little more lube on Cas' fingers, and continued to reach down to give Cas' hard-on a few stroked. Cas entered a third finger as he did, and his pumps into him became a little harder, and less uniform.

"Dean." Cas breather as his hand jerked in and out sporadically. Dean's leg clenched and he winced, but Cas was still pumping, as he lent down to kiss him, unknowingly hitting his prostate as he did so. Dean whimpered into Cas's lips and bucked his hips up.

"Ahh, Cas i'm not going to make it to the fun part if you keep this up." Cas stilled his hand, and reached over, sliding a condom down Cas length and adding a coating of lube. Cas wiped the extra lube on his fingers onto Dean's hole, and grabbed the sheet to get the rest off, he didn't want his hands to slide as he held Dean.

Dean practiced his slow breathing as Cas prepared to line himself up with Dean's hole. "Hang on, it might be easier this way." Dean rolled over, shoving a couple pillows under his hips to prop his butt up, and laid down on Cas' wings, warm from where he had been.

"I want to see your face Dean." Cas said quietly and Dean rolled his head to the side.

"I know, I want to see you, this is just so I get used to the length, okay?" Cas nodded, eyes sparkling a brighter blue than normal as he took a deep breath, lining himself up to Dean. "Just go slowly okay, when I get used to it i'll say, and after that we can flip around okay?" Cas nodded and pushed in. Dean bit his lip as Cas' head slid in, and slowly the rest followed. He tried to hold out for a little bit, Cas seemed to slide in easily, but there was an uncomfortable level of pain. He mush have misjudged how big Cas was. He took a shaky breath, trying to calm down, but Cas continued to push and he clenched tighter.

Two fistfuls of wings and a mouthful of bed had Dean face down. Cas brushed a hand against Deans back, coming to rest at his bottom as he continued.

"Relax Dean, I can feel you're not relaxing." Dean grounded out and gasped, panting for air. "Almost there." Cas said meeting his gaze, "Almost there, relax." Cas pushed on his butt, spreading his ass wider. Dean whimpered, and gasped and Cas stilled, giving him time.

"Keep going it's fine. Auhh.." Dean whimpered again and hit his head repeatedly against the bed. Cas pushed the rest of himself in and his hips were flush against Dean. Dean laid there, panting for air, and shifting a little from side to side, trying to find the most comfortable position to lay in. He settled again and turned his head so see Cas over his shoulder and smiled, giving him a thumbs up. Cas leaned down and kissed him pulling back out and thrusting in to him again in short slow bursts. Dean kept his fists full of feathers and buried his head in their comforting warmth and darkness. He started to tense again as Cas began making more powerful thrusts, drawing further back and sliding in again.

He wiggled his shoulders and Cas slowed a little, hands coming down to spread Dean open, and at the same time he began to hit Dean's prostate. Dean was panting and groaning and he looked back to Cas, ready to flip around but Cas hauled him up, and turned him, wings catching him as he was lowered back to the bed. His legs wrapped over Cas' hips as he began thrusting into him again.

His pace was faster and more sporadic than before and Dean whimpered a little, shortly followed by a groan by both him and Cas, who's hand found Dean's pardon and began jerking him off.

"Cas!" Dean yelled out, and his back arched, coming heavily over both of their chests, and Cas pumped into him while he came, pushing his body hard and flush against Dean's as he leaned down and kissed him as he came as well. Several kisses came after that one, Cas kissing his sweaty brow that was pulled together, his stubbly cheeks, and his lips once again. Dean moaned and made a noise between a whimper and a groan as Cas pulled out, and threw the condom away.

Cas stood and walked to the bathroom, leaving Dean to lay his arm over his eyes, breathing evening out, and Cas was back, he figured out as a warm cloth touched his abdomen. He uncovered his eyes to see Cas, with several damp towels in his hand. He cleaned Dean's external body of fluids, dropping the towel. He leaned over his face, running a cooler cloth over his brow, nose, cheeks and chin, and swirling down to cool his throat, and another towel was dropped.

And Cas pulled him up, wing surrounding him once again, and so that his legs fell open, resting on either side of the other mans as he straddled him. Another warm towel met his flesh as Cas ran it down his spine, and then over his bottom, gently making a quick pass over Dean's hole, getting rid of the excess lube.

Dean didn't know quiet what to say as the last towel dropped and Cas picked him up, kissing him. He had never had a lover who had taken such care after they had finished. The kiss ended and Dean whispered, "Thank you." Cas smiled at him,

"Anytime Dean." Dean rolled his eyes at the slightly wolfish grin Cas gave him, but Cas spoke again this time looking more concerned. "Dean, I think- I think I love you."

Dean smiled at Cas as they climbed into the other undisturbed bed, spooning, Dean still surrounded by Cas' wings.

"Good, because I think I love you too."