He emerged from the bathroom feeling better now he had showered, and jumped when he saw Cas sitting on his bed. Nervously, he clutched the towel closer around his waist.

'Cas,' he said. 'What are you doing here?' he ran his hand through his damp hair, feeling his skin tingle in the cold air.

Castiel looked uncertain to why he was there, but he managed to stutter out a confused answer.

'I-I had to see you Dean. I need to talk to you.' Dean felt his stomach lurch at the words.

Dammit he thought this wasn't supposed to happen. Why is he here? There's nothing to talk about, unless... NO stop it Dean, just stop it. He's going to tell you he hates you and has to leave to do, I dunno , angel stuff.

'What is there to talk about?' he asked awkwardly, staying where he was, a safe distance away. Castiel lifted his gaze.

'What happened earlier, of course.' He said as if it were obvious, even though it was. He stood up and to Deans horror, moved closer.

'You kissed me. I've never felt that before.' He raised his cool hand to Deans cheek, making him flinch. 'It was nice.'

Deans mouth was sandpaper dry and his heart was threatening to break out of his chest. He gulped.

'Cas, I'm not..I'm not gay' he said quietly, embarrassed. Castiel raised an eyebrow at him, and this unusually human gesture made Dean look away.

'Dean, please.' begged Castiel, still not removing his hand. 'I know you enjoyed it too.' Dean couldn't deny this. He had loved it, and he knew he wanted more. Castiel was like a drug to him; a dangerous yet addictive drug.

As he debated with himself, Castiel gently rubbed his cheek with his thumb, causing him to gasp. Squeezing his eyes shut he whispered,

'I don't know Cas. If something happens, if something goes wrong then...' he trailed off. He knew that if he did start a relationship with Castiel, and he knew he wanted to, if anything went wrong then their friendship would be damaged beyond repair.

'Shhh Dean.' soothed Castiel. This was very unusual for him, and even Castiel was slightly shocked by how human he was acting. All he knew was that he wanted Dean. He tightened his grip on Deans jaw and pulled him closer until they were barely millimetres apart and he could feel Deans quick breath on his lips. A second later their lips were pressed against one another. Dean let out a muffled gasp of surprise which turned into one of pleasure as Castiel sucked gently on his lower lip.

Pulling away slightly he murmured,

'Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?' He felt Castiel smile as he kissed him again.

'I'm an angel. What do you expect?' The kiss became more passionate until their tongues were in each others mouths battling for dominance.

Raising his shaking arms, Dean tugged at the tan trench coat, and on realising his intentions Castiel ripped it off and threw it across the room. Deans fingers immediately flew to his shirt buttons, but in doing so he lost his grip on his towel and it dropped to his ankles. He grunted as the cold rush of air shocked his still wet skin, but carried on fumbling with the buttons.

Castiel helped him until the shirt joined the coat, followed swiftly by his trousers, socks and shoes, until all he was left in were his boxers. They looked at each other for a moment, before pressing their lips back together again. Deans hard cock was now throbbing, and he moaned as it brushed against Castiels thigh.

He moved down Deans jaw pressing hard kisses against his neck and collarbones, making the younger man whimper in delight. He sucked hard on his neck and left a large red circle, marking Dean as his own. He continued his way down, licking his stomach and tracing his tongue through his abs. Dean writhed above him desperately trying to get some friction to his groin.

Finally, Castiel approached his stiff member, and going by pure instinct he wrapped his mouth around it.

'Cas!' Shouted Dean, his eyes snapping open in pleasure and his back arching. Within minutes he was reduced to soft whimpers and moans as Castiel continued to suck his cock, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue around.

Soon, too soon, Dean was on the edge, and sensing this Castiel pulled away. Dean looked at him in horror, as his dick was left throbbing in the cool air. Castiel stood up, facing Dean, and drew him in for another prolonged kiss. Their hard members rubbed together and they moaned into each others mouths.

The kiss became more urgent, more needy, and Dean tugged at Castiels sides until they both collapsed onto the bed. Castiel crawled over Dean until he was hovering over him, supporting himself with his hands next to Deans head. Their breathing became heavier as they realised the inevitable was coming.

Slowly, Castiel leant forward until his lips were by Deans ear.

'I don't know what to do.' He admitted softly, his hot breath tickling Dean.

'What do you want to do?' breathed Dean, equally as quiet, and he pulled Castiel closer. His breath hitched in his throat. Castiel pulled away from his face and stared down at the man below him, his eyes dark with lust. He knew what he wanted. He knew what Dean wanted.

Dean lay on the bed calmly waiting for Castiel to become accustomed with the situation. He shuffled backwards slightly until he was straddling Deans hips and tentativley pressed his hard on against Deans hole.

'Woah Cas, wait a sec.' Said Dean, alarmed. 'I don't want you to hurt me, dude. Get some lube first.' He fell back on the bed as Castiel stood up and started rummaging in the bedside drawer.

He returned and Dean sighed as the warm weight appeared again. Castiel squirted some of the cool gel onto his shaking hands and slowly stroked it up and down his member, wincing at the coldness. Finally, he decided he was ready and, still unsure of himself, he entered Dean in one swift motion.

Dean cried aloud bolting upright. Castiel looked at him in shock. What had he done wrong? This was supposed to be pleasurable right?

'Dean. What did I do?' He asked, confused. Dean gritted his teeth.

'No, nothing. You could've just got me ready first, that's all. Jesus, you're big.' Castiel took this as a compliment, and they stayed in that position for a few minuted until they were used to the feeling.

'Ok. I think I'm ready.' said Dean with his eyes closed.

Slowly, Castiel began to move his hips backwards and forwards, and marvelled inwardly at the pleasure and the tightness of Dean. This was all so new to him, but he was picking up quickly, and Dean was surprised at how calm and serene he was, considering he was a virgin. Then again, he was an angel.

Castiels movements became faster and harder and Dean moaned out loud as he hit his sweet spot with each thrust.

'Cas, Cas, Cas oh god Cas.' he whimpered over and over again. Castiel loved the effect he had on the man, the way he could unravel him so easily. Although, even as he thought this, he felt his own brain become fuzzy and dazed with pleasure and he found it hard to concentrate on anything but the noises he was evoking from the hunter.

He felt something warm pooling in his abdomen, and his thrusts got more and more erratic and sloppy as he fought to contain himself for as long as possible.

'Dean,' he gasped, 'I can't..not much longer...please...ohh Dean' he threw his head back, and with one final thrust he came hard inside Dean, shouting out his name to the heavens.

Dean whipped his hand round to his own member and began furiously pumping his hand up and down below his lover. Finally, the orgasm overtook him and he squeezed his eyes shut and curled his toes as the feeling exploded inside him, and he came messily over Castiels stomach.

Castiel pulled out ,and the lay next to each other on the bed, panting for breath as they came down from their highs.

Finally, Castiel turned his head to Dean.

'Wow.' was all he said. Dean smiled back lazily and pushed his hand through the angels mop of, now sweaty, hair.

'Yeah.' he replied.

The green eyes looked into the blue ones, and they knew they had found the comfort they needed, the light amidst all the dark.

Each other.

finis