Castiel stood in the shower motionless as the hot water ran down his ice cold body. At first it hurt but that only lasted for a few short minutes, then it felt like life was coursing through him once again. It was not enough to give him hope for the future but enough to give him hope for another day. As long as he could stay warm, how bad could things get?
As the water turned from hot to lukewarm, Castiel decided that it was time to get out and see if Dean had arrived with food. Castiel had dreamed of food the entire time he was in the shower, outside of appreciating the heat of every drop that landed against his pale skin. He had never realized how pale he was underneath his clothes for he had no need to remove them until now.
Castiel wrapped a towel around his waist and reached for his clothes. They were still as cold as ice and he knew that he could not put them back on right away. He would need to find a heater in the room to put them near.
"I seem to be lacking in things to wear," Castiel admitted to Dean as soon as he exited the bathroom. Before anything more could be said, Castiel noticed the food sitting on the table and he could not help himself. Soon he was sitting down, the towel forgotten and falling around the chair as he worked as much food into his mouth as possible. "Oh, this is lovely Dean. I was so hungry."
Dean stared at his now naked friend, unsure of what to do. He did not want to take away from the pleasure Castiel was having eating but he was also not sure how to handle seeing Castiel naked. Though Dean had to admit to himself that Castiel's body was very nice to look at.
"Fuck," Dean shook his head, turning away from Castiel. He had not just thought about how nice his friend looked naked. That did not happen.
"What is it Dean?" Castiel stopped eating, concerned for Dean. "Did something happen?"
"Here," Dean got up from the table and pulled a pair of flannel pajama pants out of his duffle. He walked over and handed them to Castiel. "Why don't you put these on?"
It was at this point that Castiel realized that he was completely naked. Embarrassment flooded his face in a bright red color. He had made a fool of himself in front of his friend, the only one he had at the moment. Except for Sam, he was pretty certain that Sam was currently still his friend as well.
"I am so sorry Dean," Castiel grabbed the pants and rushed into the bathroom. Quickly drying himself off and putting them on. It took him a while to come back into the room. He waited for the flush to evaporate before venturing out and dealing with the current situation. "I was just so hungry and my clothes were so cold. I did not mean to be naked in front of you Dean."
"No sweat man," Dean laughed away the awkwardness. "It is not like I have not seen a naked man before. Not like I sought it out or anything, these things just happen. You know?"
"I am sure that I do not," Castiel cocked his head to the side.
"How about we finish eating?" Dean suggested, sitting back down at the table and pointing to Castiel's seat. "We can talk about what happened."
"Okay," Castiel took his seat, this time slowly working toward his food. He almost could not eat anymore. The food he had previously stuffed in his face, along with the embarrassment that followed, had turned his stomach into a knotted mess.
"What happened man?" Dean jumped right into getting an explanation out of Castiel. Castiel was not sure what to tell him, he knew that Dean would be angry if he knew the truth. Dean had a way of taking things harder than they needed to be.
"The angels gave me two choices," Castiel cut to the chase. If he was going to tell Dean the truth, he was just going to come out and tell him as he had never really been someone who beat around the bush for too long. It was a waste of time and currently, Castiel did not have as much time left as he once had. "I could remain an angel or I could become human and live a human life."
"And you chose human I am assuming," Dean gave Castiel a confused look, one that he was expecting. "Why?"
"Because it was the better option," Castiel answered truthfully. Being an angel was all that he had ever known but it did not give him the only thing he ever truly wanted.
"How could being human ever be the best possible option?" Dean was almost angered by how stupid Castiel was sounding. What kind of angel would choose to be human?
"You," Castiel hung his head down, keeping his eyes on his food, unable to make eye contact with Dean. This was the part where he knew Dean was going to become angry. "I chose to be human because of you."
"Me?" Dean sat back in his chair and Castiel could hear the tone in his voice dropping. Soon Dean was up on his feet, standing not too far from Castiel. "I am why you chose to be human? Why?"
"They told me that if I were to stay an angel," Castiel finally allowed himself to look his friend in the eye. "I would never be able to see you again Dean."
"What is wrong with you?" Dean finally became angry, just as Castiel had predicted. "If you gave up being an angel just because of me, you are stupid."
"I am stupid?" Castiel rose to his feet and became face to face with Dean. His hands were clenched at his side and anger overtook him as well. He stepped forward, causing Dean to step back a few steps until his back was against the wall. "You are the one that is stupid. You are the one who believes that he doesn't deserve to be loved. You are the one who cannot see how amazing you are. You are stupid Dean, because you cannot see for one minute that maybe I choose to become human because I love you and that to me was more important than being an angel."
Castiel was now inches from Dean. His body was hyperventilating and he could not seem to get himself to calm down. He hated being human but he did it for Dean. Dean could at least appreciate what he had done for him, instead of calling him stupid.
"Everything I love Cas," Dean's voice broke and for a moment, he sounded like a small child. "Everything I love dies."
Castiel was about to argue with Dean yet again and make some kind of point, a point that was lost as soon as Dean grabbed a hold of his sides and pulled him against his body. There was a moment of hesitation but soon Dean's lips were pressed firmly against Castiel's. His first instinct was to pull away but instead he melted against Dean, kissing him back so hard it hurt his mouth.
The kisses were sloppy at first. Though Castiel had been kissed a few times before, he was far from good at it and this time, he had no confidence. Maybe before had been easy because he did not care for the person the way he did for Dean. He loved Dean but now he wondered if he truly loved Dean, in a way beyond just a friend.
"Dean," Castiel pulled away from the kiss but not away from Dean's body. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Please don't ruin this," Dean all but begged and Castiel stopped talking. He let Dean pull him in again. Dean's lips were hot against his own, like fire without the pain of burning. Castiel wanted more and Dean gave it to him, pushing against Castiel's mouth with his tongue. Castiel did not fight him, he opened his mouth just enough to let Dean's tongue enter and begin to explore.
Dean worked his tongue around Castiel's mouth, licking and sucking at Castiel's tongue. Castiel moaned against Dean's lips and it made Dean's cock hard as a rock. His angel, though he was no longer an angel, had never sounded so good to him. He wanted to keep causing him to make those noises. Dean pushed himself away from the wall and pushed Castiel backwards onto one of the beds. It was loud and springy, and for some reason that made Dean even more excited.
Dean moved away from Castiel's mouth, though Castiel protested with a whiny growl. Dean bit at his lip with a smile before leaning down and running open mouthed, wet kisses along Castiel's jawline and down his neck. When he reached the soft spot between Castiel's neck and his shoulder, Dean bit down, not hard enough to break the skin but just hard enough to get a slight yelp out of his angel. Castiel writhed beneath him, clenching the bedspread tight between his fingers.
"Mmm," Dean moaned against Castiel's skin as he kissed further down, flicking his tongue over Castiel's nipple and then sucking it between his teeth. Castiel moaned right along with Dean, his eyes closed tightly, trying not to be too loud, though Castiel was not sure why he was concerned about his volume.
Dean moved to Castiel's other nipple, repeating what he had done to the first one. He could feel Castiel's cock harden and Dean was pleased with himself. Never in a million years would he have imagined getting a man hard, just as much as he never would have imagined how hard he would be because of it. He knew that he was not gay but in this moment, none of that really seemed to matter. All that mattered was that Castiel was laid out beneath him and Dean was going to do whatever he could to make the angel happy.
Chills formed along Castiel's body, every hair standing on end as Dean moved his lips down Castiel's stomach and to the skin leading to his pelvic bones. Dean's pajama bottoms held lazily to Castiel's hips, a little too big but not big enough to fall off on their own. Dean looked up at Castiel who was looking down at him with wide innocent eyes. Castiel nodded, giving Dean the permission that he sought to remove the angel's pants.
Dean gently pulled at the pajama bottoms, sliding them off of Castiel, freeing his hardened cock. Castiel groaned and Dean's cock twitched against his pants, begging to be set free just the same. But this was not about him, this was about his angel, the man who gave up all that he ever was just to be in his life.
Once Castiel's pants were lying on the floor, Dean kissed at his ankle, running his tongue around the bone. Slowly he worked up from that bone, kissing up the inside of Castiel's leg until he reached his thigh. Castiel pulled away as Dean's lips skimmed over the sensitive part of his thigh that had never been touched. The area of skin that had not felt anything was now overloaded with senses and left him writhing.
Dean lightly nibbled at the sensitive skin causing Castiel to whimper and try to pull away again. Dean reached up, taking the angel by the hips and holding him firmly against the bed. Castiel continued to fight and Dean knew that his angel was strong enough to break free. The simple fact that he did not break free was enough information for Dean. Castiel wanted this. He wanted Dean's lips pressed against the skin between his legs.
"Do you want me?" Dean brought his head up and looked up at Castiel.
"Yes," Castiel whimpered out. He was not ready for Dean to stop kissing him. His overheated skin ached for Dean, who was suspended above him and not against him. "Please."
"Mmm," Dean moaned, caressing the outsides of Castiel's thighs. "I love the sound of you begging. Beg me Cas."
"Dean please," Castiel reached down, running his finger along Dean's bottom lip. "Please don't stop. Please."
Dean let out of deep growl and returned to kissing the inside of Castiel's thighs. Dean kissed up along the creases on Castiel's legs and then moved in, licking over Castiel's balls. His angel let out a moan and arched his hips up, pushing his balls into Dean's mouth. Dean opened his mouth, sucking them in and rolling his tongue around them.
"Do it again," Dean begged as he pulled his mouth away from Castiel's balls and kissed the base underneath Castiel's cock. "Beg."
"Please Dean," Castiel begged, arching his hips back up, "Please don't stop."
Dean quickly licked up the length of Castiel's cock before Castiel had even finished his begging. He could not wait a moment longer to have Castiel in his mouth. He licked around the tip, tasting the saltiness of Castiel's pre-cum. It was leaking out and Dean moaned as it hit his tongue. Soon Dean had Castiel's entire cock in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down steadily. Castiel reached down and pulled at Dean's hair, moaning, almost screaming Dean's name.
"Oh Dean," Castiel bucked his hips into Dean's mouth, fucking it. "Dean I think I-I...uhh..am going to cum."
Dean growled against Castiel's cock, pulling up to the tip and then pushing himself all the way back down around it, the tip hitting his throat. Moments later, Dean felt the warmth of Castiel's cum coating the back of his throat as Cas arched up and yelled his name as his orgasm ripped through him. His first instinct was to gag but he fought back against the sensation, letting it run down his throat. Once Castiel was done, he collapsed against the bed; Dean letting Castiel's cock slip from his mouth, Castiel twitching at the over-sensitivity.
Dean kissed back up Castiel's body taking Castiel's mouth against his own. He shared the saltiness of Castiel with him and Castiel groaned against him.
"Thank you Dean," Castiel all by cried against his mouth.
