Ok so I did the thing let's just pretend it isn't like... 4a.m. on Tuesday. It's... 11p.m. on Monday okay?

Also, I got a few questions about Dean being a rockstar or whatever, and to clarify, he's on break right now. A new tour kicks off soon, and he leaves in 4 days :)

Castiel shook Dean awake mid-morning, and Dean snapped up with a "Not again." pressing his hands to Castiel, shaking him gently before realizing he had been the one to wake him. Dean looked a bit sheepish at that, and Castiel smiled up at him, pulling him down to kiss him before asking for more pain killers. He nodded and complied, slipping out of bed, grabbing the glass on the end table on his way out. He dumped out the half-full glass, filling it with fresh, cold water in the kitchen as he grabbed some more pills. He returned to Castiel, padding across the room with a sleepy yawn.

"You're cute," Castiel muttered, sitting up to take the glass and pills. He downed the pills, sipping on the water as he and Dean talked for a few minutes.

"'m not cute. I'm tired."

"Awww," Castiel took another sip of his water. "You're sleepy. You're so cute when you're sleepy." Dean rubbed at his eyes, and Castiel awwed again.

"Damn it, Cas."

"Oh now you're talking dirty to me."

"That's not dirty," Dean complained, grabbing Castiel's water, taking a nice sip before handing it back.

"You said a bad word."

"No."

"You've been a bad boy."

"Cas-"

"A very bad boy, Dean." Castiel passed the water glass to Dean, who finished it off before setting it on the end table. "What am I going to do about that?"

"Go back to sleep."

"But what about your punishment?"

Dean flopped down onto his back, pressing his head down into one of the pillows. "Don't give me any ideas," he muttered, closing his eyes. Castiel pressed into his side as he laid down, nudging his nose against Dean's neck. He tilted his head up a bit, pressing a kiss to his jaw, right before his ear.

"Dean," he mumbled, hot breath spreading over the corner of his jaw, sending a shiver through Dean. "I want you to have ideas, and to think and dream about them. I want you to think about all of the things you'd do to me, how I'd react to your touch, your kiss, your every. single. move. Every noise I'd make, the way my fingers would touch you in return…" Castiel kissed his jaw again, and Dean swallowed hard. Drugged Cas was sexy Cas. "Think about me, Dean, because I'll be thinking about you. Thinking about every way I can make feel good. Every whimper, and moan, and gasp I can draw from you. Thinking about the way your eyes drift shut, and your perfect lips part open, just for me. Thinking about ho your fingers wold tug at my hair, or press into my hips, or hold on to anything you could reach as you say my name in ecstasy. As I make you come so hard you see stars." Castiel pressed another kiss to his jaw. "Think about touching me, Dean, because I'll be thinking about touching you. Think about fucking me, Dean, because I'll be thinking about fucking you. But most importantly, think about me, Dean," he started, beginning to pull away. He took Dean's earlobe between his teeth, tugging it gently before letting it go, finishing his statement. "because I'll be thinking about you."

And with that, Castiel turned and rolled over, laying on his side with his back toward Dean, leaving Dean wondering what exactly had gotten into his Cas. He stared at the ceiling, lips parted open for a few minutes before he rolled over as well, draping his hand over Castiel's hip, pressing himself solidly against him. Dean tried to pretend he wasn't as turned on as he was, though it was fairly apparent, and Castiel actually smiled at that.

"Did I do that to you?"

"Mmm, what do you think?" Dean hummed, shifting until he was comfortable.

"I like that I can turn you on."

"You've been turning me on since I meet you."

"Even in the theater?"

Dean shrugged. "You have soft hands."

Dean woke first the next time, though only beating Castiel by a few minutes, the other waking as he pulled away and sat up. Castiel had rolled onto his back, face pressing into Dean's thigh as he looked up at him, eyes pleading. Dean looked back down at him, an eyebrow raised. "You seriously want more?" He smiled, and Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay, but first you have to shower and let me redo your bandages."

A blank stare. "How do you expect me to shower, I can't even stand for long."

"I'll go in with you."

"Dea-"

"We can wear boxers," Dean interjected, holding his hands up a in defense. "Or I can, and I just won't look down if you don't want me to. It doesn't have to be weird, Cas."

Castiel nodded up at Dean. "Okay."

"Okay?"

Another nod, and Dean turned, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing. He held out his hand to Castiel, who shuffled across the bed after pushing himself to his knees, and wrapped an arm around him the second he was standing, helping him to the bathroom. He let Castiel turn on the shower, choosing how warm to make it, and they sat for a minute, waiting for the water to heat up. Dean was nudged toward the glass door, and he looked back at Castiel, who shrugged and explained. "You go in first. I'll… come in after. Just… Look toward the shower head, okay?" H received a nod in response, and opened the door, stepping into the warm stream of water. It felt weird at first, the water hitting his chest and running down it, through the feeling was more muted over his legs where his shorts rested, but he got used to it soon enough. He heard a shuffling behind him, and when small slap of Castiel's feet hitting the thin layer of water on the tile was heard, he closed his eyes, stepping to the side. Castiel brushed passed him, and Dean didn't re-open his eyes until he felt and hand on his cheek. He creaked open his eyes, meeting Castiel's large blue ones. He slipped an arm around his waist with a smile, and Castiel pressed into him, nudging his nose into the crook of his neck. He brought his other hand up to rest in his hair, which was getting wetter by the moment, and when the droplets began to drip over his hand, he started toying with the bandage around his neck. Castiel made a noise.

"Dean. What are you doing?"

"Taking off your bandage."

"No you're not."

"Well, I'm going to."

"Deaaaaaaan," Castiel whined as Dean began to tug the bandage off.

"Caaaaasss," Dean mocked back, pulling Castiel's head back from his body enough to slip the bandage around him and to the other side before the other pressed back into him. The bandage was unravelled enough that Dean could slide it off of his neck, and he pulled back the thin white strip that was over the cut. The few stitches there were covered with a waterproof bandage they had put on him at the hospital, but he'd have to change it, along with the one over his eyebrow, when they were out of the shower. Dean tossed the bandage and the wrap over the top of the shower, the two items smacking to the floor on the other side. Castiel looked up at him, and Dean shrugged. "There's nowhere to leave them in here. Don't worry, I aimed for the trash."

Castiel laughed and tried to bury his face into Dean's chest, but a hand was in his way, hooked under his chin. He looked back up at Dean. "You're hand is in the way."

"Yeah."

"Move your hand."

"Turn around."

"Why would I do that?" Castiel asked, loosening his hold around Dean.

"So you can clean your front. And your neck."

"I don't want to clean my neck."

"You're gonna."

"No."

"Why not? Why won't you turn around? Cas?"

"…I don't want you to see anything," Castiel muttered quietly after a minute, his voice almost drowned out by the falling water.

Dean cupped the back of Castiel's head, pulling him in, kissing his temple. "I'll close my eyes, okay baby? I won't look."

"How will you know I'm doing what you want me to?"

"I trust you," Dean smiled, closing his eyes to prove his point. "You just have to trust me."

Dean kept his eyes shut, as promised, and after a few moments, he felt Castiel drop his arms from around him, and slowly turn around. Dean's arms remained around him, and he rested his chin on his shoulder as he waited for Castiel to tip his head back, exposing his neck. He did so very slowly, the water burning the still-fresh cut. He hissed, though pushed through the pain, and relaxed as he got used to it. Dean kissed at him, landing one right below his cheekbone. Castiel whined.

"You peeked."

"No."

Castiel just rolled his eyes, and Dean kissed at him again, hitting much lower this time, his lips pressing to his jaw. They stood under the water, Dean's eyes closed, chin on Castiel's shoulder, his body shielded from most of the water. Castiel spoke after a few minutes.

"I wish I could do more with you, Dean. Touch you, kiss you… sex you. It's just… hard."

"Do you want to work on it?"

Castiel paused. "…What did you have in mind?"

Dean pressed closer to Castiel, cupping his hands in front of his belly. "Give me your soap, or body wash, or whatever you use." Castiel placed the bottle in his hand. "No, Cas. Pour some in." He did, and Dean lathered it up in his hand before pressing them to his body, stepping back, pulling both of them most of the way out of the stream of water. "Put your hands over mine." He did. "Now guide me, Cas. Show me what you like. Now's your chance to have me touch you exactly how you want me to."

Castiel nodded, and after a moment, began to move his hands, Dean's gliding across his skin, leaving a trail of suds in their place. He moved one hand down his body, crossing it over his stomach as the other rubbed across his chest, both of them crossing across his body, causing him to press closer to Dean. And Dean went along with wherever Castiel led his hands, not resisting or trying to take over in any way, aside from pressing his thumb down a bit harder than the rest of his hand when they passed over his nipples, causing Castiel to gasp every time. When he deemed his front clean enough, Castiel spun around without warning, pressing himself flat against Dean, the soap covering his abdomen causing their skin to glide over the other's with every movement.

Dean laughed. "I guess I'm getting clean too."

Castiel snuggled into him, resting his head on Dean's shoulder. "Sorry," he muttered, lips brushing his skin. "I almost did something I knew I wouldn't be the wisest to do. I had to… remove the temptation."

"You sure you didn't want to go through with it?"

"Of course I wanted to go through with it. I may be a bit… slow at this, Dean, and for good reason, but that doesn't mean I'm not a sexual man. I mean, you know how many times, when I've been sitting between your legs, I wanted you to reach around and touch me? Or how many times, when your pants hang just a bit too low, I've wanted to drop to the ground and suck you off?" Dean made a choking noise out of surprise, but Castiel continued. "I mean, seriously. You're so fucking hot. I'm not lying when I get a bit… loopy before I fall asleep. I do want to fuck you so bad it hurts. It's just that I don't think I'm ready after meeting you so soon."

"You want to fuck me?" Dean blurted out when Castiel stopped, and the other laughed.

"Yeah. I want to fuck you. And be fucked by you. Or just touch or be touched by you. I'm just not ready for you yet."

Dean walked Castiel back the few feet to return under the full spray of water, letting a bit slide down between them to clear the soap. He grinned. "Well, I'll be waiting for the day that you are ready, because I want you just as bad as you want me. Maybe a bit more."

"Do you really want to have that argument, Winchester? Because I'll win."

"Oh of course," Dean nodded, sliding one hand up Castiel's back, the other sliding down over his ass. "You'd definitely win, babe." Castiel gasped and nipped at Dean, leaving a small mark atop his shoulder. Dean chuckled. "Why do you bite me when I call you babe?"

Castiel nipped him again before muttering against his skin in response. "Because it's kinda hot when you call me it, and it makes me mad that a fucking word draws such a reaction out of me."

"But it doesn't happen when I call you baby?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not in the same way. That just makes me want to kiss you, and cuddle you. Cute things. Babe makes me want to do… not cute things."

"I think it's cute that you think not-so-cute things about me."

"I think it's cute that you still haven't taken your hand off my ass." Dean just laughed and squeezed his rear before sliding his hand back up, receiving another nip from Castiel. "Okay, Dean, shoo. No. Wait. You stay. Here." Castiel held Dean closer, shuffling to the side, eventually turning the two of them around. He nodded, satisfied. "Okay, now you turn around." Dean cocked his head, and Castiel nodded in return, encouraging him to listen to him, which he did. He spun around to face the falling water face on, and all was quiet behind him for a moment until Castiel spoke up. "I'm getting out. I'll get you a towel and some clothes, and then come get you." He reached forward, squeezing Dean's ass the best he could. "God that's nice," he commented, giving Dean a pat before stepping out of the shower.

Dean, once the shower door was shut again, slid off the boxers he had on, letting the water wash over him. He heard quiet movement on the other side, a cabinet opening and closing, and then nothing. "Can you even walk, Cas?" he called out after a minute.

"Not really. I got you a towel, though."

Dean shut off the shower quickly, stepping back, opening the shower door, grabbing the towel from Castiel. He wrapped it around his waist before picking up his boxers, wringing them out before looking around for a place to put them. He saw a hook, and hung them there by the waistband as he stepped out. The first thing he noticed was the bandages, which to his surprise, had actually landed fairly close to the trash can. He pointed at them. "Told you I aimed."

Castiel didn't seem to care, however. He sat on the closed toilet, leaning back on the tank behind him, rubbing his belly, right above the towel-line. Dean grinned at him, and asked if he wanted him to go get clothes for the both of them, to which he responded with a "Well I don't want to be nude, so yeah." Dean had just rolled his eyes, and gone out to get something to wear. He didn't really care about a shirt at the moment, so he grabbed some boxers, and the sweatpants that Castiel had lent him a few days before. He grabbed an assortment for Castiel, some sweats and a shirt of some kind. Dean handed the bundle to Castiel before stepping back out of the bathroom, closing the door and dressing himself. He went back into the steamy room after a minute to find Castiel only wearing the bottoms Dean had given him, disregarding the shirt in the sink. Dean blinked at him.

"Why's it in the sink?"

"Cause I don't want it…?"

"But the sink? Not the counter?"

"Fuck the counter," Castiel muttered, holding his arms open for Dean, and Dean joined him a second later, straddling his lap, though he now held bandages in his hands. Castiel pouted. "Not what I wanted."

"I know," Dean replied, reaching forward to grab the edge of the wet bandage over the few stitches on his neck. He pulled it off, tossing it in the bin before doing the same to the one above his eyebrow. He let them breathe for a minute, pulling Castiel into a kiss while they waited. When they broke apart, he grabbed a packet of the bandages, ripping it open. He took two out, peeling the back off of one and placing it over his eyebrow, kissing it once it was on. He found a smaller one, doing the same to Castiel's neck. Next came the ointment to go over the long cut, which made both of them scrunch up their faces, Castiel's out of discomfort, Dean's out of seeing Castiel's discomfort. Once it was on, Dean reached back into the little packet, grabbing the long, thin strip of white, which fit directly over the cut. Castiel frowned as it went on, and even more so when Dean held up the cotton roll that was to wrap around his neck.

"I don't want it."

"Well, you get it."

"No."

"Cas." Dean rolled his eyes, beginning to wrap his neck, much to Castiel's protests.

"I don't like it. It's itchy," he said once it was on, raising his fingers to scratch at it.

"It won't be after a while," he responded, reaching up to still his hands.

"Well it is now."

"Shut up."

"Make me"

Dean kissed him without warning, and just to irritate him, Castiel continued talking, despite the mouth covering his own. Dean grumbled. "You need your drugs."

"I don't want my drugs."

"Oh?"

"I want to complain."

Dean's expression was unamused, eyebrows raised, eyes bored. He slid off Castiel's lap, standing. "I'm getting you your drugs." He stopped when hands grabbed his own.

"Take me with you?"

Castiel had draped himself nicely over Dean's back, only requiring a bit of complaining from Dean in order to situate himself better, wrapping his legs around his waist, arms dangling over his shoulders as he leaned over him. He pointed to where he wanted Dean to take him, making the other tote him around the house doing stupid things, like grabbing top-shelf DVDs, or using the bedazzled margarita glass one of his friends had given to him as a joke, the thing never removed from its box, sitting atop his refrigerator for the past two and a half years completely untouched. Well, not until today. It was placed between his fingers now, filled near-to the brim with water as Dean continued to carry him around, fishing out a few pain pills for him to take. He managed to down them and a good bit of water in the cup, only spilling a little bit on Dean, who honestly, didn't care at all. When Castiel had finished his water, Dean refilled the glass with juice, and then proceeded to the living room, where Castiel made him hold his drink so he could climb down. Once seated on the couch, Dean handed off the drink, moving to the TV to put in one of the stupid DVDs the other had pulled down. They were all cartoon movies, and Dean chose the one with the weirdest cover to watch first. He popped it in and returned back to Castiel sitting beside him on the couch. He slouched down, putting his arm up, hand hooking behind the back of the couch

It only took a moment before Dean felt a body pressing against his own, head resting against his chest, right alongside his shoulder, the oversized and gaudy margarita glass resting on his belly. Well, the best it could. It was balanced with the base of it pressing into his abdomen, the rest held up by Castiel's fingers. It only took him pulling the glass away a few times to drink from it for Dean to realize Castiel was growing sleepy, the glass never pressing into him quite as hard when it came back. It was about half empty before Dean stole it away, setting it on the ground. If he hadn't, he feared Castiel would spill it, and he really didn't want to clean up juice. There was a quiet protest from the other, but it was really nothing more than mildly aggressive grumbling, and within minutes, his breathing had evened out, and Castiel was asleep.

They repeated that cycle every time Castiel woke up, which fell at about three hour intervals. Wake up, drink juice. Jump on Dean's back. Get more juice. Get more pills. Drink half the juice. Sleep. Repeat. It wasn't until nearly midnight when Dean had finally ran out of the movies Castiel had pulled down, and they both decided to head off to bed. He got Castiel more pills, and make him drink down his juice before helping him into the bathroom, and then bed.

They curled up together on the bed, and Castiel kept apologizing for making Dean spend his day doing nothing but watching movies and taking care of him, but Dean cut him off with kisses, hand coming up to cup his face, stroking across his cheekbone, holding him close as he tried to get it across that there was nothing he would rather be doing than spending time with him, even if he slept the whole time. And it was true. There really was nothing more Dean would have wanted to be doing. He had Castiel with him, and that was more than enough.

They fell asleep together, Dean's hand still cupping Castiel's cheek, lips barely apart, and whenever Castiel woke him up, requesting whatever it was that he wanted, Dean would go and get it, giving it to him and making sure he was comfortable before pulling him back in, falling asleep in just the same way as before.

So, they've got, what? 3 days left together as far as the end of this chapter goes. Tomorrow, the next day, and then Dean leaves OH NO what will I do?

Okay so story time. Like, I'm on new medication, and it makes me really sleepy, and I had to drop my brother off at school. I don't have a first period, and I don't need to go to second, so I was just gonna go home and sleep for a little bit. This was at 9am. I woke up at 3:30. I texted my mom and I was like 'i slept through school. it was unrefreshing. i felt you should know.' and she texted back 'holy shit how do you sleep so long?' and so i sent her a picture of this creepy pineapple thing that i have on my phone for reasons that i don't even know, and she was just like 'do you dream of pineapples, madison?' and i swear to god i was laughing for like 12 hours.

ANYWAY sorry this chapter is later than I wanted it to be, and on that note, I don't think I'll get another one out today, so expect it Wednesday? (or maybe thursday depending on how lazy i am and how much Supernatural rips out my heart)

So, let me know what you think! I LOVE YOU IF YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. And also, thanks for reading!

:)