I'm gonna admit, I feel like this is a pretty weak chapter, but I had free time today, and managed to pump out something for it.

So... enjoy!

"I don't wanna get out," Castiel complained, grabbing onto Dean's wrists as he tried to pull away, eliciting a laugh.

"Come on, Cas. We've been in here for like, three hours. I'm all wrinkly!" Castiel pouted, and Dean leaned in, kissing it away. "Come on, babe. We can still cuddle."

There's that word again. Babe. Babe. Baaaaaab- "Babe?" Castiel questioned, floating across the tub to Dean, who was stepping out. He looked back.

"Don't like it?"

"It's just new," Castiel shrugged. He reached the edge, and hoisted himself up, legs weak from the hot water, resulting in a clumsy exit. Dean laughed. "Dick."

Dean laughed again. "You're cute, babe," he emphasized, gauging Castiel's reaction from his peripheral.

All he got was a squint, and a wet-haired man standing to full height, which was still shorter than himself. "Dick."

"You want mine."

Castiel raised an eyebrow. "And what if I did."

Well that was unexpected. Dean turned to face Castiel fully, who had a smug smirk on his face. Two could play that game. He stepped in, sliding his arms around Castiel's neck, locking his fingers. "You sure about that babe?"

Castiel stepped in, grabbing Dean's hips, pressing their soaked bodies together, expression unchanging aside from his eyes, which were roaming predatorily over Dean's face and chest. He dipped his head down with no warning, fingers tightening around his hips as his lips attached themselves to Dean's neck.

Yeah, he was pretty damn sure. Dean sucked in a gasp of air through his nose, trying to keep calm and quiet, attempting to not react to Castiel's lips, which were sucking gently and was that his tongue? Dean wasn't doing so well.

Castiel nipped at his neck, over where Dean was sure a mark was forming, and oh he was going down. His lips worked over his skin, water droplets dropping down from his shoulders, rolling past Castiel on their way down. The smirk on the other was still present, and Dean growled, causing the smirk to widen as his tongue flicked out over his nipple. This wasn't fair.

Dean was growing hard in his pants, and he squeezed Castiel's shoulders, trying to warn him off. He didn't want to freak him out, but the fingers tightening over his hips in return told him he knew exactly what he was doing.

"God, babe," Dean muttered, unwilling to hold back his reactions any longer. Castiel nipped right under his ribs in response, and Dean squinted his eyes as he returned to kissing his way down. "What, do you have an obsession with nipping me, babe?" Another nip.

Hmmm.

Castiel had lowered himself to his knees, and worked his way down to Dean's hips, lips pressing lingering kisses, tongue flicking out to lick small dots between his kisses. Dean tilted his head back, fingers threading through Castiel's hair as he continued. Once over his other hip, Dean spoke. "Would you stop being such a tease… babe."

Castiel growled fucking growled and nipped down sharply on Dean's hip before beginning to suck and lave the spot.

Well that was new.

Once satisfied, Castiel pulled back enough to pull himself back up, capturing Dean's lips in a desperate kiss, revealing just how turned on he was. Dean was glad he wasn't alone in that sense.

He cupped the back of Castiel's head, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as Castiel's fingers released his hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of his still-wet boxers. He whimpered and felt Castiel smirk, his slender fingers tugging his boxers away from his body.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god he's gonna do it, we're gonna do this, oh my g- "Ow!"

Castiel had tugged dean's boxers as far out as they could go before letting them snap back onto his hips with a wet smack! Dean opened his eyes, spotting Castiel darting to the bathroom, towel in hand, laughing as he went.

Dean scoffed and shook his head, rubbing his hips as he grabbed a towel. "I'm gonna get back at you for that!" he called to the bathroom, shucking off his boxers, wrapping the towel around his waist as he walked off to his bedroom.

"No you won't."

Dean had slipped on a pair of sweats and nothing else, scrubbing his hair as dry as he could when Castiel crept into the bedroom. Dean turned around and sent him a smile, though Castiel didn't notice. Whether he was staring at the mark on Dean's hip or how low his pants were hanging, Dean would never know, but he didn't really mind. It gave him time to walk up to the other, snapping him out of his staring trance. He slipped a finger under his jaw, tilting it up. "What are you staring at?"

"You."

A grin. "Me?" A nod. Dean cocked his head to the side, grin gradually fading as he took note of Castiel's expression, a slight frown present as he refused to meet the other's eyes. "Cas? What's up?"

"I'm just tired."

Dean tilted his head down, kissing Castiel gently, the other barely responding to it. "We both know that's bullshit," he mumbled against his lips, and Castiel finally looked up, locking his gaze onto Dean's, the sharp blue boring through him like a laser.

"I'm sorry for earlier."

"Cas it's no b-"

"Don't say it's no big deal, Dean!"

Where did that come from? "It's not!" Dean stepped back from Castiel, but only to talk to him without yelling in each other's faces.

"Yes it is! I led you on! I teased you, and dragged you into that, and I made you think I was going to do something, and I left you hanging dry and I feel so fucking awful about that Dean, but I couldn't do anything. I wanted to, but I just co-" Castiel's words were muffled after that, Dean having stepped forward again, cupping his face, kissing him deeply.

Castiel didn't mind.

They broke apart a minute later, resting their foreheads together, Dean's hands still cupping Castiel's face to emphasize his point. "Cas, even if you were in the middle of sucking me off, I would never be mad at you for stopping. I could never force you to do anything, let alone anything sexual."

Castiel shook his head. Dean had to have been pissed. He would've been. "Dean, you're a rockstar. Women are lining up to have sex with you, and you choose the male college student you've known for three days who's too damaged to even rub you off…"

"And…?"

"Why? Why do this?"

"Cause you're something else, Cas. What kind of guy lets a stranger write on his arm in sharpie? In a movie theater? But I liked that, Cas. And you just so happened to be great company, and a damn good kisser."

"Am I just a toy for you, Dean?" Castiel took a step back, and locked his eyes on Dean's again. "Cause if I am, don't drag this on. It's gonna suck when you leave, don't make it worse."

Dean shook his head and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Castiel. "Not a toy," he muttered, walking backwards to his bed, pulling Castiel with him. His knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he fell back, Castiel laying on top of him.

Castiel wiggled about, rolling himself off of Dean. He sat up on the bed, and slid down his pants, leaving him in his boxers. He turned toward the bed, and leaped onto it, crawling up to the headboard, only to plop his head straight down on the pillow. Dean watched him quizzically, a small grin in place, and only moved when Castiel opened his arms, gesturing for Dean to come over.

The second he was close enough, his arms were wrapping around the other, same as Castiel's. In a matter of moments, they were a tangled mess of limbs, arms wrapping around each other, legs bent and twined, Castiel's head on Dean's chest, Dean's on a pillow.

Castiel smiled. "You realize we're gonna sleep like this, right?" Dean nodded. "And it has to be dark to sleep." Another nod. "And the lights are still on."

Dean rolled his eyes, removing one of his arms from Castiel to stretch out, arm barely long enough to click the lamp off. He snuggled back into the other, and Castiel immediately responded, making himself comfortable enough for sleep.

He kissed Dean's chest, receiving one pressed into his hair in return. "Goodnight Dean."

"Night Cas."

Yeah, so not really super full of... well, anything, but this was mostly just sorta filler, as well as a kinda introduction to Cas' past... That'll be addressed more later, provided y'all are still digging this.

Also I'm sorta shit at keeping a regular schedule for updating this.

Let me know what you think in the comments/reviews/whatever it is, it keeps me motivated to write this, sooooo

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