After the slightly (Hah!) longer wait, I'm back with a slightly longer chapter. There are so many things to discuss! First, I'm changing the ratings for this fic to M because of later chapters. (I really tried to make it a rated T fic, but obviously I failed.) Second, this chapter mainly focuses on Dean & Cas, with more Sabriel in the next chapter, though. With this fic, I am also uploading a one-shot Destiel fanfic that should be up soon. (Don't ask me the exact time, because I will choose it randomly) Thirdly, as finals are coming around, please expect that I will be updating less and less due to studying. Only for a while though, so no biggie. Now to warnings:

*This is almost, so close to bordering on smut, so beware.(Or be disappointed, you pervs-)

*First part is tooth-rotting, sweet fluff

*Dean is such a sap, it's not even funny. Sorry if he sounds kinda out of character- Same goes for Cas.

RxR and I hope you like it!

Chapter 6. I'd wait for you

Cerulean blue met forest green, and Castiel moved forward, completely pressing himself against Dean. "...Promise me that you'll make me forget."

Dean woke up earlier than normal. He pestered his younger brother until he got up and started to get ready. They would have to leave a tad earlier than usual today. Dean pulled back the curtains and sure enough, a fresh blanket of snow was covering the town. He would have to pick up Cas, lest he be forced to walk to the college in such freezing weather.

"Alright Dean, I'm ready." Sam grumbled, zipping up his jacket.

Dean nodded. "Awesome. Let's go." He grabbed his car keys and he and his brother made their way through the snow to the '67 Impala parked outside. Dean warmed his hands before resting them on the steering wheel, pulling out of the driveway.

"Wanna play something other than CCR?" Sam asked, looking at Dean in disbelief.

"Sure, I got AC/DC, Metallica, Bob Seger... Your pick." Dean grinned.

Sam just shook his head. The road was icy so Dean drove slower than usual and they got to Cas' place in fifteen minutes.

"You really like him, don't you?" Sam asked as Dean pulled into the driveway and turned the music down.

"Is that a problem?" Dean rolled his eyes.

Sam shrugged. "Not really, no...I'm just asking because you wouldn't even do this with Lisa-"

"Yeah, well Lisa wasn't Cas." Dean interrupted, glaring at his brother. "Just shut up, and let me pick up my boyfriend, okay?"

With that Sam fell silent, and Cas came out of his apartment, getting in the backseat. His nose looked a little flushed, and Dean took notice of this immediately.

"Are you cold, Cas?" He questioned, reaching back and touching Cas' cheek with the back of his hand.

"O-oh...Um... My apartment isn't very good with heating..." Cas mumbled.

"Ah...Well, lucky for you, Baby is great with heating." Dean said proudly, turning on the heater.

They pulled out of the driveway and Cas sighed gratefully as the car warmed up. Dean glanced at him through the rear-view mirror, smiling. He didn't like that Cas had froze in his own apartment. Tonight, however, he would have Cas all to himself...

"So, when are you leaving, Sammy?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "Most likely around six or seven, why?"

"Just asking." Dean now wore a big grin on his face, driving his little brother and his boyfriend to class.

~oO0Oo~

When they finally made it to the campus, Dean dropped them off at the parking lot, saying bye to Sam, and motioning for Cas to kiss him.

Cas let out a light laugh, smiling shyly as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Dean's lips.

"Alright you two, I'm going." Sam grumbled, turning and walking away resolutely.

Cas was about to pull away, when Dean held fast and gripped his wrist, pulling him in for another kiss. "Tonight, Cas. Tonight it'll just be the two of us." He sighed happily against his lips.

Cas blushed, nodding. "Dean...I'm happy, but...do you ever wonder if we're taking things a tad too fast?"

Dean looked affronted, pulling away and frowning. "I don't think so. I love you, Cas. And I just want to spend time with you. There's nothing too fast about that."

"I suppose not..." Cas murmured, looking relieved. "Okay, Dean."

With that, Cas climbed out of the car and began his trek up to his first class.

~oO0Oo~

His thoughts were jumbled throughout the day. Certainly, Dean and him were a great match, but what would their parents say? He knew for a fact that only two of his brothers were okay with him and Dean's relationship. Gabriel and Balthazar.

He could see it though. He wasn't the only one who had feelings for a Winchester. Gabriel had been talking about Sam non-stop...

Castiel finished all of his work before the class was over, leaving him homework free for the night. He decided to call and check in on Gabriel, who knows what he might get into at his apartment.

G: "Cassie!"

C: "Are you okay? Want me to pick anything up from the store before I head back to the apartment?"

G: "Hmmmmm~ Can't say right now, just come back and if we do realize we needed something, we'll just get your boyfriend to drive us there!"

C: "...He's not a taxi driver, Gabe..."

G: "Taxi driver, your boyfriend, same thing!"

Before Castiel could argue, the call ended. Frustrated, Castiel stuffed his hands in his coat pocket and began walking back home. He figured that Dean was at work, so he didn't bother calling him for a ride. Besides, Castiel couldn't always rely on Dean for a lift.

He sighed as his feet crunched the snow underneath him and every breath he took could be seen in the cold air. Hardly any students were walking to and from campus, making the streets look unbelievingly bare and deserted.

Castiel thought about just what he and Dean would do in their alone time together. Surely, Dean can't be trying to get Castiel in bed with him... Dean's too considerate and kind for that.

Would he and Dean watch movies? Would they laze around with no worries? Would they cuddle up next to each other? Castiel really liked the idea of the last one...

It took longer than usual to arrive back at his apartment and by then Castiel was shivering and his nose was sniffling and flushed.

"Whoa, I thought Dean was driving you back?" Gabriel said, jumping up from the couch and going into the kitchen to make his brother a cup of hot chocolate.

Castiel sniffled. "I didn't want to bother him. It was fine, really." He murmured, pulling off his cold jacket and kicking off his snow-covered boots.

Gabriel nodded, turning on the stove to boil the water. "Well, I understand, but just be careful. You can't just walk around in the cold. That jacket doesn't even look warm." He frowned at Castiel's jacket.

"It's the only one I have at the moment." Castiel murmured, plopping down on the sofa.

Gabriel approached him, sitting down beside him and placing his hand atop Castiel's. "Aha! As I thought, you're freezing!" He said accusingly, reaching over to grab the blanket draped over the armrest. He threw it over his brother and nodded when his brother gave him a thankful look.

"So, how was your day?" Castiel asked Gabriel, shifting under the blanket so as to keep his feet warm.

Gabriel grinned. "It was great! I got Sam's phone number, and I've been texting him all day!"

Castiel frowned. "He has class, you were probably distracting him."

Gabriel shook his head, taking out his phone and practically shoving it in Castiel's face. "No, I didn't. He even said so himself, see?" He said excitedly.

Castiel sighed and brought his arm out from under the warmth of the blanket, taking the phone and looking at his brother's messages.

G: "Suuuuuuup Samster?;)"

S: "Samster!? Try again."

G: "Lol okay...Suuuuuuup Samantha?;)"

S: "...It's been used before, but alright. It's better than Samster."

G: "Oh shit really? I better make one really original, huh?"

G: "Suuuuuuuup Samilia Winchestora!"

S: "Oh my god..."

G: "What do you think of that!? I think my imagination is pretty great, if you ask me."

S: "That's worse than Dean...Anyway, what's up?"

G: "Nothinggggg. Just wanted to talk to you ;)"

S: "Oh...well, what do you want to talk about?"

G: "Well, how's your day going Sammy? Are you really going to leave your shared apartment with your brother to him and Cassie...alone? And why are you so hot?"

S: "My day is going great, for a weekday at college. Yes, I trust Dean enough that he won't pull anything weird on Cas, and I don't know. It's odd for an attractive person to tell me I'm attractive..."

G: "Oh niceeee... and if you say so for Dean...WAIT- DID YOU JUST CALL ME ATTRACTIVE!?"

G: "SAMANTHA?! "

S:"...Yes?"

G: ";D"

Castiel put down his brother's phone, looking at him in disbelief. "He didn't say anything about his classes...you just wanted to show me your progress with him."

Gabriel beamed, taking his phone back and looking at the messages with pride. "I think I'll have him cracked by the end of the week, maybe even sooner!"

Castiel smiled. "We'll both be dating Winchester's." He pointed out.

Gabriel just shrugged. "That might just be an advantage for all of us. If you ask me, this could be a very good thing."

Castiel frowned in confusion, but didn't bother asking his brother to clarify what he meant. Instead, he got up from the warmth and comfort of the blanket and made his way into the kitchen, turning off the boiling water.

"I think you've really got something going with Dean." Gabriel said, grinning as he followed after Castiel.

"...You think so?" Castiel asked shyly.

Gabriel nodded, hopping on top of the counter. "Sure I do. I think a relationship like the one you have with Dean is good for you, especially after Meg. The real test is to see how you're going to do tonight." Gabriel said thoughtfully.

Castiel frowned, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

He and Gabriel were wondering the same thing...

~oO0Oo~

It was around 6:30 that Dean came to pick up Castiel. As he was getting into the passenger seat of the Impala, Gabriel made a show by standing at the front door and calling out to the both of them. "Use protection! Or not, you kinky motherfuckers!" He laughed loudly, closing the door and leaving Castiel rubbing his temples in frustration.

"Your brother's some character..." Dean commented.

"He's just bored...let's go." Castiel grumbled, buckling up.

Dean smiled, pulling out of the driveway and driving down the icy street. Castiel was surprised, instead of Dean blasting his classic rock, the volume was low and Dean wasn't even tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to it.

Suspicious...

"So, do you want to get something to eat first?" Dean asked, glancing at Castiel.

Castiel stiffened, mainly because he wasn't expecting Dean to ask him about food already. "Oh, um..." He began, flustered.

Dean chuckled, reaching over and taking a hold of Castiel's hand. "God, you're so cute. I love how you always seem so shy. It makes it all the better to see you get comfortable with me all over again."

Castiel frowned, nevertheless placing a hand on top of Dean's. "I am comfortable with you, Dean. I just have trouble with talking and communicating."

"Well, I love that about you too."

"..." Castiel felt color rising in his cheeks and he decided to look out the window, rather than face Dean. The way he had said that with such sincerity and honesty made Castiel's heart flutter in his chest.

"Anyway, I don't mind cooking. I think I have some ingredients for spaghetti. If you don't mind having that...?" Dean asked.

Castiel just nodded, murmuring a small "Mm-hm." He didn't trust enough for him to speak, for fear that he might say something ridiculous to Dean.

They arrived at Dean's apartment and Castiel couldn't help the small smile that pulled at his lips when he stepped inside. The place smelled like Dean.

"Just make yourself at home, I'll start cooking." Dean told Castiel, shaking off his coat and kicking off his boots. He disappeared behind the wall that Castiel guessed the kitchen was.

Castiel pulled off his coat, hanging it on the coat rack and took his shoes off. He walked into the kitchen and watched, entranced as Dean prepared their meal. He started a pot of boiling water, then noticed Castiel standing there and smiled. "Are you even hungry?" Dean chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around Castiel.

"Yes, I am. I forgot to get some lunch earlier today." Castiel admitted, returning the embrace. He couldn't help the satisfied sigh that escaped his lips as he buried his face into Dean's neck.

"Man, you really do like physical contact. Not that I mind, but... why do you like it so much, Cas?" Dean questioned.

Castiel drew in a sharp intake of breath and busied himself by playing with the torn fabric of Dean's worn shirt.

"...Cas? Um...You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I can totally respect that. I'm just curious. Sorry." He pulled away just enough to place a light kiss on the corner of Castiel's mouth.

Castiel frowned, he had expected a kiss directly on the lips, rather than on the corner of them. He sighed defeatedly and pulled away from Dean. "It's a long story, Dean."

Dean shrugged, picking up the noodles and breaking them, dropping them into the pot. "I don't mind. If it's you, I could listen for days."

Castiel smiled and Dean returned it, the two staring at each other in a peaceful silence.

"...So, Cas. Should we watch a movie?" Dean asked, opening the jar of tomato sauce and sliding a finger into it, smearing tomato sauce on Castiel's nose.

Castiel's nose scrunched up and he wiped it off with the back of his hand, licking it off as Dean laughed. "I would, Dean." Castiel replied happily.

Dean nodded, pouring the tomato sauce into its own pan and turning the stove on for it. He motioned for Castiel to follow him back into the living room and kneeled down over a box that contained stacks of DVD's. Dean rifled through them, holding some up for Castiel to look at.

"Hmm...Sammy collects a lot of nerdy movies." Dean murmured, tossing the 'Star Wars: A New Hope' DVD aside.

Castiel picked it up, looking it over. "What kind of movies do you like, Dean?" Castiel questioned.

Dean leaned back on his haunches, humming thoughtfully. "Western, mostly, but I could watch other stuff."

Castiel nodded, appreciating this new knowledge of Dean's personality. "Perhaps...we could watch one of your movies then?" Castiel asked, tilting his head in question.

Dean smiled, leaning over and kissing Castiel on the lips. "I love you, Cas." He said. "Everything about you. Especially this." Dean took hold of Castiel's hand, leading it the tattoo on his arm.

"I love you too, Dean." Castiel replied, secretly hoping Dean will kiss him more.

However, Dean pulled away and was rifling through the box once more. Within moments, he pulled out a DVD Castiel didn't recognize. He popped it into the DVD player, turning on the TV and winking at Castiel as he went back into the kitchen.

Castiel curled up on Dean's sofa and was surprised by how comfy it was. He could hear Dean preparing their food, and Castiel's stomach growled loudly.

The movie was starting, and Castiel was eager to see what movie Dean had chosen. It was when the movie's title screen came up that Dean came in with two bowls of spaghetti. This was another thing Castiel like about Dean. He cooked really good food.

"Thank you." He murmured politely as he took the bowl from Dean's offering hand. Dean nodded and plopped down on the couch beside Castiel. He hit play and the two snuggled close together, eating spaghetti and sharing loving glances.

~oO0Oo~

Their bowls were put in the sink to be washed later. The TV and DVD player was turned off. Castiel had just got done pulling off his shirt and pants, nervously climbing into Dean's bed.

He had to admire Dean's room. It was exactly like he was expecting it to be. There was the box of old cassette tapes in the corner, his denim jackets were somewhat messily laying in his closet, and he had various pictures of AC/DC and Metallica littered over his walls.

Dean came into the bedroom a minute later, yawning as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the other side of the room.

Castiel averted his eyes immediately. He could hear Dean unbuckling his belt and his pants being dropped. The bed dipped as Dean crawled over and laid beside Castiel, shifting so he could wrap his arms around him.

Castiel turned over to face Dean, forcing himself to look Dean in the eyes. His eyes wandered to the red hand mark tattoo on Dean's arm. He let his hands travel over Dean's arm, his fingers lightly brushing against the skin. Dean let out a breathless sigh, putting his fingers underneath Castiel's chin and lifting his head up to kiss him on the lips.

The kiss was sweet, Dean was gently rubbing circles with his thumb on Castiel's hipbone. He swiped his tongue against Castiel's bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from him.

The kiss deepened, Dean moved so he was on top of Castiel, using his arms to hold him up as he kissed him relentlessly.

He pulled Castiel's tongue between his teeth, just as he let his hands travel down his chest and stopping on the tattoo. Dean felt proud and possessive. This was a sign that Castiel belonged to him, and that he belonged to Castiel. He moved downward, kissing the skin that bared the mark over and over, until Castiel was pulling at Dean's shoulders, trembling slightly.

Then Dean decided to attack Castiel's neck. He attached his mouth to where neck met shoulder and sucked.

"Dean..." Castiel breathed out, his head going light as he gripped Dean's shoulders. He tilted his head back, baring his neck in a silent invitation for more. Dean happily obliged, scraping his teeth against the skin as he licked and kissed his way up until he came to Castiel's ear. He licked the lobe, making the man beneath him shiver with pleasure.

Dean pulled back, wondering if he should take a cold shower or else things could get out of hand. He was stopped by Castiel's firm grip on his arm.

"D-Dean..." Castiel panted, his face flushed and hair tossled.

Dean gulped and leaned to nip playfully at Castiel's lip. "Yeah, Cas?"

"H-hold me..." Castiel practically whined, trying to wrap his arms around Dean to pull him closer. Dean smiled and did as he was told. He snaked his arms around Castiel and closed the distance between them.

Dean wasn't the slightest bit surprised to feel Castiel's hard-on pressed against him. The contact was just making him itch to go further, to touch Castiel more, but first things first...

"Cas? Will you tell me now why you like being held so much?" Dean murmured, silently hoping he wasn't crushing the man underneath his weight.

Castiel squirmed underneath him, though his firm grip on Dean didn't loosen the slightest. It took a couple of moments, but finally, Castiel cleared his throat to speak. "Our family isn't big with physical contact. My mother didn't like holding us when we were children. My brothers learned to deal with it by sleeping with people, but I could never bring myself to do that. When I met Meg, I actually got to know what it felt like to be embraced, but not for long. After we had our falling out, I told myself that physical contact was overrated, that I didn't really want it or need it..." Dean moved one of his arms, now slowly petting Castiel's hair. Castiel continued. "However, ever since you came along, it's like my body's been craving it. Every touch leaves my skin burning and when you hug me, I feel safe and loved." Castiel murmured embarrassedly, burying his face in Dean's chest. "It feels a thousand times better than what Meg and I had..."

Dean honestly felt touched by this confession. He was sure that he could spend the rest of his life with Castiel. He peppered his face with loving kisses, lingering on his lips. "Don't be afraid to ask, Cas. I'm happy to indulge you, especially if it's with anything like hugging and kissing."

Castiel smiled gratefully, nodding as he closed his eyes and pressed against Dean.

Dean could honestly swear that if he could, Castiel would be purring contentedly right now. Dean shifted his weight onto the other arm, pausing as he remembered a little 'problem' that they had yet to deal with. "Er...Cas? What do you want to do with...your little buddy down there...? Dean asked hesitantly.

Castiel blushed profusely, fidgeting as he shrugged his shoulders. "I-it's up to you, Dean..." Castiel replied shyly.

Well, that was both nerve-wracking and intriguing. Dean wanted to take the opportunity more than he wanted to take another breath. He pressed his hips against Castiel's, and he gasped at the pleasurable feeling.

But he couldn't just yet. He had to remember that the man beneath him was very vulnerable like this. After hearing Castiel's reasoning for wanting to be held so badly, Dean knew it wouldn't be right to take advantage of his vulnerability. Castiel didn't want Dean because it was Dean, at least at the moment. Right now, he just wanted to be assured that Dean loved him enough that he could feel sated and that their relationship wasn't going to end anytime soon.

Now, that reasoning might or might not seem totally fitting to just take the man beneath him with no questions asked, but Dean felt differently... he wanted Castiel to be comfortable with him before they took this further.

He wanted Castiel to trust that Dean wasn't doing this only to stabilize their relationship. He wanted Castiel to be confident in not only himself, but their relationship as a whole. Right now, Castiel just needs reassuring, but Dean's not going to do it by sex.

He shifts so he is laying beside Castiel, his arms still wrapped tightly around him. Castiel frowned, not quite understanding why he was denied.

"...Do you not want to touch me, Dean?" Castiel nearly whispered, his voice wavering.

Dean gently tightened his hold on the man. "Of course not, I just don't think our relationship is ready for that now. I want to wait until you're comfortable and confident, not needy and worried. It's more enjoyable that way." Dean smiled, kissing Castiel lovingly on the lips.

Castiel furrowed his brow, returning the kiss nevertheless. "Why not just have sex with me, because I'm sure I'll feel confident and comfortable afterwards."

Dean shook his head immediately. "Cas, don't you want our first time to be perfect? Besides, I have a feeling you haven't completely got over Meg." Dean murmured, placing lazy kisses on Castiel's neck and shoulder.

"I-I will! J-just- promise me, Dean..." Cerulean blue met forest green, and Castiel moved forward, completely pressing himself against Dean. "...Promise me that you'll make me forget, that you'll make me comfortable and confident, so that we can share that next step together." Castiel said weakly, gripping Dean desperately.

Dean smiled, raising an arm to run fingers through Castiel's hair, hoping it will soothe him. "Of course, Cas. After all, you already know how much I love you, everything about you. I wouldn't trade it for the world." He kissed Castiel's head lovingly.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, Castiel clung tightly to Dean, feeling the most satisfied he's ever felt in his entire life. Everything about it made Castiel fall asleep in complete bliss. The way Dean's chest rose and fell with each breath he took, the way his heartbeat thumped calmly in his chest, and the way his body heat radiated off of him, providing the perfect source of heat to snuggle up to. Castiel was sure that he could stay wrapped in Dean's arms forever.