I believe this is the longest chapter to date! Woooooooo!

Castiel only woke Dean up twice that night, and when Dean awoke for the third time, it was for no other reason than being done with sleeping. Somehow, in the four hours after they had last fallen back asleep, Castiel had rolled on top of Dean, hands clutching to his biceps, his legs on either side of him, almost as hough he had been straddling his hips, and then decided to take a nap. For all Dean knew, that could have been what happened, but at the moment, he didn't really care. Castiel seemed more than content laying like that, and as ridiculous as he looked, he didn't have the heart to wake him. He didn't have to lay there for long, however, as Castiel woke up about ten minutes after him, blinking awake, rolling his eyes around to look at where he was, not moving his face from Dean's chest.

"This isn't where I fell asleep."

Dean chuckled. "No, but you sure seem comfortable."

"I am. … Probably up here from my dream."

"Nightmare?" Dean asked, remembering the night before. Maybe Castiel just wanted to be closer to him? Dean raised an eyebrow in question when Castiel shook his head.

"No. Sex dream."

Ohhkay. Wait, what? "Cas, you had a sex dream?" A nod. "About… me and you?" Another nod. "Were you… Were you riding me?" Another nod. Dean grinned, letting out a short laugh. "You had a dream about me fucking you?"

"I don't know how I could be more clear about that, Dean."

"So why'd you wake up?"

"Do I really need to answer that?"

Dean shrugged, and Castiel rolled his eyes, pressing his hips down against Dean's showing just how turned on he was before ending the conversation. He sat up, sliding his hands down to grab just below Dean's elbows, but with a yawn, he was laying back down. He stretched his legs out before putting them on top of Dean's, pressing their bodies together. He slid his hands down his arms, linking their fingers together. He shifted until he was comfortable, his head resting considerably higher up oh his chest than before, and Dean stretched forward, pressing a kiss just above his forehead.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked as he settled his head back down on the pillow.

"Whatever you want to do."

"I want to do whatever you want to do."

"This is going nowhere."

Dean shrugged under him. "I've got nothing."

"Wanna watch more movies? I promise I'll stay awake. Or we can go to the park."

"Okay."

"Okay to which one?"

"Both."

It took some time, but Castiel eventually rolled off of Dean, retreating to the bathroom while sending Dean to rifle through his drawers and closet for a shirt. He pulled one out, tossing it over his shoulders just as Castiel reemerged donned in the t-shirt from last night. Dean pointed at it. "Wasn't that the one you threw in the sink?" Castiel nodded, and Dean shrugged. They both paused and looked at each other, both shrugging.

"You don't look half bad in sweats. T-shirt hangs nice on you." Castiel commented.

"Looking good yourself there, babe."

It took about two strides for Castiel to get over to Dean, bringing his hands up to grab his face as he pulled him into a kiss, pressing into him so hard he stumbled back into the closet, slipping through Castiel's clothes to fall against the wall on the other side. The clothes surrounded them, pressing into them, a few hangars falling to the floor from being knocked into so harshly, but Dean didn't mind, and Castiel was too busy trying to press himself as absolutely close as he could to care. Before Dean knew it, there was a tongue in his mouth, sliding against his own. He let out a quiet moan, and Castiel just pressed closer, angling Dean's head with his hands to deepen the kiss how he wanted it, his fingers trailing into his hairline. Fuck, it's hot when he does this shit. They continued for a good minute before Castiel broke away without any warning, dropping his head down to bite and suck at his neck.

"Fuck Cas," Dean muttered between breaths, trying to calm himself down. "What brought that on."

"You called me babe," Castiel responded a minute later, pulling away from Dean's neck seemingly satisfied, sliding his hands down from his face to hold around his neck. Dean brought a hand up, threading his fingers through Castiel's hair.

"I'm gonna miss you so much."

"Shut up, Dean. Let's just go enjoy the rest of our time, okay?"

Dean nodded, and Castiel pulled him out of the closet, linking their fingers together, pulling him through and out of the apartment without another word.

They weren't bothered during their walk, as about five minutes in Dean caught a few girls looking Castiel over, and his jealous side kicked in. His arm had been possessively around his shoulders since then, and Castiel's hand had been firmly locked into Dean's back pocket. They only pulled apart once, and it was on their way back to the apartment after strolling around the park. Castiel had come across a gag-gift shop, and had pulled Dean into it, finding one of those gaudy margarita glasses and buying it. Dean didn't question it until they were back, Castiel fiddling with his wallet, trying to get the key out of one of the pockets he slid it into.

"Why'd you buy that?"

"For you," Castiel responded, letting out a little cheer when the key came out. He unlocked the door, pushing it open.

"For me?"

"If we're gonna sit and watch movies, you've got to have a ridiculous glass to drink from too."

Dean shrugged at the response, not bothering to argue it as he shut the door behind him. Castiel went into the kitchen, and Dean began looking at the rows of DVDs. When Castiel returned with two full glasses, and a few pills in his hands, Dean pointed at the collection before taking his glass. "Thanks baby. What's with all the DVDs? You're in college, why do you have so many?"

"Stole most of them from ex-boyfriends and friends alike," he shrugged, sitting down on the couch, tucking his knees up to his chest, holding the glass above them.

"You stole them? Felonies look good on you, Cas."

"Are you implying the prospect of me being a criminal is hot to you?"

"Yep," Dean said, choosing a disk and popping it into the player. He joined Castiel on the couch, slipping his arm around him as he sat, shuffling closer to him as he did. Castiel popped his pills, and drank some of his juice, which prompted Dean to do the same. He pulled a face as he took a drink. "Is there alcohol in this?"

"In yours."

Dean took another sip. "Vodka or rum?"

"Both."

Dean grinned and leaned in to Castiel, kissing his cheek. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Yeah," he grinned. Dean leaned in to kiss his cheek again, but Castiel turned his head at the last second, capturing Dean's lips with his own. Dean pulled back a bit to look at Castiel, who had his eyes locked on his lips. He snapped his gaze back up after a moment, and grinned. Dean just rolled his eyes and leaned in, nudging Castiel's cheek with his nose when he looked back at the TV, resting his head on his shoulder.

Castiel kept his promise. He didn't fall asleep. That proved to be more detrimental than anything, as after forcing himself to stay awake for so long, he got a bit loopy, more so than Dean had ever seen him be. They had both finished off their drinks, luckily, and the glasses were on the floor when Castiel decided to turn into a snake, forcing himself between Dean's back and the couch. He hissed and stuck out his tongue every time Dean moved forward a bit to help him fit.

"I can fit without your help."

"Cas, there's like, three inches back there."

"Yeah, I can fit."

He could. He was pressed farther into the couch than Dean thought possible, his stomach pressing straight against the small of Dean's back. Castiel grinned.

"Told you I could fit."

Dean propped his head up on his hand, his elbow pressing into his thigh as he looked back. "You sure did, baby."

Castiel held out his arms. "Come be a snake with me."

He snorted. "I think it's time I got you to bed."

"No."

"Yes," Dean argued back, sliding away from Castiel, much to the other's discontent. He shifted on the couch, slipping his arms under Castiel, trying to get him up, but the other just struggled against him, wiggling about with all his might.

"Unhand me!" Dean did, and Castiel sat up, grabbing Dean's bedazzled glass, then crawling half over Dean to grab his own. He plopped back down on his back once he had them, resting his head on the arm rest, and tried balancing them on his forehead. Dean laughed, and tried to get the glasses back but Castiel grabbed them away. "No no no. You can't just take them from me."

"And why not?"

"Because I'm a pirate. You have to give me something in return."

"So, like, a ransom?" Castiel nodded, and Dean laughed. "Really now? Holding the glasses hostage?" A nod. "Well that just won't do. What do you request in exchange for the… chalices?"

Castiel bit his lip in thought, rolling his eyes around. He pointed at Dean after a moment. "As my ransom request, I call Dean Winchester to the stand."

That works. Dean nodded and stood up, leaving to walk a loop through the kitchen before returning to Castiel, dropping to his knees in front of him on the floor. Castiel looked over to him, and Dean spoke. "I believe you have requested me as your ransom for the return of the chalices." Castiel nodded, and reached out, stroking his fingers across Dean's slight stubble. He nodded to himself once again before handing over the glasses, which Dean put beside the couch. Castiel sat up, and patted the seat beside him, which Dean gladly took, only to be pounced on a moment later. It wasn't an attack, just Castiel clumsily placing himself in his lap. He nuzzled into Dean, resting his head in the crook of his neck, slipping his arms between him and the couch.

"What're you doing, Cas?" he asked, wrapping his arms around Castiel.

"Putting my bounty to good use."

Dean began rubbing Castiel's back, unsure of how to respond to that, and within ten minutes, Castiel was out, sleeping on top of him. Dean brought a hand up, running it through his hair before cupping the back of his neck, keeping his hand there as he focused on the movie replaying itself on the TV.

Castiel awoke near the end of the movie, Dean could sense it and feel his breathing pick up, but he made no move to pull away, and Dean didn't try to separate from him. Castiel didn't move aside from blinking, his eyelashes brushing across Dean's neck. His concern only raised when Castiel blinked again, and his eyelashes dragged wet across his skin, the next blink only farthing the proof that he had felt something new there, and it wasn't just his imagination. He tightened his hand on the back of Castiel's neck, gently pulling him away from his neck. Castiel complied, and when Dean was able to see his face, all he caught note of was the few tears rolling down his cheeks. He slid his arms from around Castiel, bringing them forward to cup his face, thumbs stroking under his eyes, catching a few drops.

"Cas? Cas, baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"… I hate you, Dean," he said after a minute, voice weak, his eyes locked on Dean's. "I hate you so much."

Dean furrowed his brows, though his voice remained soft. "Cas, baby, where is this coming from?"

"From inside, Dean. I hate… I hate you so much."

"What'd I do, baby?"

"You came to this fucking city, and just waltzed into my fucking life, and now you're about to walk right out of it," Castiel grumbled, voice only breaking with a sob once.

Dean's eyes softened. "Oh, Cas. Baby, I'll still be with you, as long as you want me. I thought we were going long distance."

"I don't want long distance! I want you."

"You have me."

"But I won't!" Castiel broke his face from Dean's hands, pressing forward into the crook of his neck once again. "It's not like you're going to be in the next city over, or a few hours away. You're going to be in the next state, or across the country, or in another fucking country- Jesus Dean I don't want you leave!"

"Oh, baby," Dean whispered, wrapping his arms back around Castiel, one rubbing soothing circles into back, the other sliding up through his hair, cupping the back of his head. "Oh Cas."

Castiel slipped one of his arms out from behind Dean, hitting him weakly on the shoulder. "I hate you. Why did you have to come to this fucking city? Why did you have to sit by me in that theater? Why did you have to talk to me? Make me start to fall for you? I hate you, Dean."

"No you don't," he whispered, taking the hand from around his back to grab the hand that had been weakly hitting his shoulder for the past two minutes. He pulled it to his lips, kissing it. "No you don't."

"No, I don't," Castiel agreed a minute later. "But I want to." Dean held Castiel hand to his lips, and they sat in silence while Castiel calmed down. "Why did you even come here? Why Lawrence, Kansas, of all places?"

"It's my hometown."

Castiel paused, and pulled away from Dean's neck, his eyes still wet though he wasn't crying. "You lived here?"

"For eight years, and then an apartment for four before we left for good."

"You had a house?" he asked quietly, breaking his hand away from Dean's, rubbing the back of his fingers across his cheek before straightening his hand to cup his cheek. Dean closed his eyes leaning in to his touch.

"Yeah. I can show you it tomorrow, if you'd like."

"I'd love that," Castiel nodded, sliding his hand to the back of Dean's head as he leaned back in, hugging him. He sighed. "You haven't even left yet, Dean, and it hurts."

"Is that why you woke up crying?"

"We were saying goodbye."

"Oh, baby." Dean held Castiel closer, and Castiel pressed into him in response, his fingers curling in the short, sandy-colored stands of hair. "Let me take you out diner tonight, Cas," Dean said a minute later. "Please."

Castiel nodded, and a few minutes later found them leaving the apartment. There was a debate on whether to put on nice clothes, but neither of them wanted to change out of their sweats. Their fingers were linked together lazily as they walked down the nearly empty street. The sun was beginning to set, and the air was cooling to the point that it was refreshing to be outside, so the two of them walked slowly, in no rush to find a restaurant they wouldn't feel out of place eating in when donned in sweats and t-shirts.

They found a quiet diner more toward the suburban side of the city. Dean rubbed his hands together in excitement when he saw the full list of burgers he could order, and on a whim, Castiel told him to pick for him.

"Like, pick your food?"

"Yes, Dean."

"You're getting a burger. Same as me."

"No pickles."

"You ruin all of my fun.

Castiel actually enjoyed what Dean ordered for him. The last time he had eaten a hamburger it had been… less than satisfactory, but this time, Castiel was more than happy. The way his eyes grew wide on the first bite worried Dean, but when he took another huge bite out of it, he laughed. "Like it?"

Castiel nodded, swallowing down what he had. "So good."

"There's a reason I get them all the time."

"I just thought you wanted to put on weight." Dean stuck out his tongue at Castiel, then looked down, lifting up his shirt a bit. He pouted and poked at his belly, and Castiel laughed. "I think it's cute."

He looked up. "What's cute?"

"Your pudge."

"Really?" Castiel nodded. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. It just makes we want to drop to my knees, and hug your hips, and just…" Castiel scrunched up his face as a way to show what he meant, and Dean seemed to understand.

"So why don't you?"

"I don't have a lot of opportunities," Castiel explained, taking another bite of his food, swallowing before continuing. "And whenever I think about it, you usually come over, and do that thing with your mouth."

Dean laughed. "Kiss you?"

"Yeah, but everywhere. You kiss me everywhere."

"I can't help it."

Castiel just rolled his eyes, telling Dean to finish his food. When they were done, and on their way out, Castiel requested a milkshake, which Dean couldn't deny him. They poured it into a styrofoam cup for him, and then they were off, Castiel sipping happily on the concoction, Dean watching him out of the corner of his eye as they walked. It was dark by the time they got back to the apartment, and Castiel flopped onto the couch the moment they were inside, laying down and stretching his legs out, still sipping on his milkshake. Dean sat down on top of his thighs, and refused to let Castiel go, despite how much wiggling he was doing, until he got a bit of his desert. When he was handed it, he downed about half of what remained before giving it back, much to Castiel's discontent.

"That was mine."

"And it was delicious."

Next came the monumental task of getting Castiel to let him replace his bandages, a situation which Dean deemed "Operation: Corner Cas in The Bathroom" which was soon changed to "Operation: Get Cas to Sit Down and Sit Still". Castiel put up a fight regardless, complaining of how uncomfortable and itchy the new bandages were, but Dean managed to replace them, giving Castiel a big kiss when it was all done. He left to go get the pain pills for Castiel, and it was demanded of him to return without a shirt on. He stood true to that, his shirt discarded on the way out. When he came back into the room, Castiel was standing beside the bed. He stepped forward, grabbing the pills and drink, downing the two of them. He tossed the empty glass back onto his bed, watching it bounce twice before he fell to his knees in front of Dean. He received a weird look from the other, but that look dropped away as soon as arms were wrapped around his hips, one hand on the small of his back, the other on his ass, and a cheek was pressing into his stomach.

"Mmm, pudgy," Castiel grinned. Dean threaded his fingers through Castiel's hair a number of times, his other hand dangling loosely by his side.

"Really, Cas?"

"Let me have my fun," he muttered, lifting his head to kiss below Dean's navel, then right above it before returning his cheek to his stomach. He rubbed it back and fourth against the smooth skin, his stubble scratching Dean, causing him to giggle. Castiel laughed. "Did you just giggle?"

"It tickles. Shut up."

Castiel grinned, and rubbed his cheek against his skin a few more times, eliciting a few giggles and wiggles in his arms. Deciding he'd had enough, he dropped the hand on Dean's back and leaned in, pressing a line of kisses from the bottom of his navel down to the waistband of his sweats and boxers, of which he pulled down as far as he could before exposing Dean, lips pressing all the way down. The hand still on his ass gave it a squeeze, and Castiel was pulling away, grabbing onto Dean's hips in order to help himself to his feet.

As soon as he was up, Dean was wrapping arm arm around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, his free hand going down to hold his hips close. Castiel's hands slid up Dean's body the best they could, one stopping at his ribs, the other able to move up to his shoulder, and eventually his neck. As the kiss deepened, Dean began to walk toward the bed, moving slowly to remain in the kiss. They fell back on the mattress, neither of them really expecting to hit is so fast, but it didn't matter.

Dean's legs were between Castiel's, supporting him just as much as he needed to not slid off of Castiel, who had deepened the kiss about two seconds after they had fallen. Their tongues were sliding together, and Dean's brushed against the roof of the other's mouth a few times, eliciting a moan of some sort each time, only prompting the two of them to press closer. They eventually broke the kiss, but only for Dean to slip Castiel's sweats from his body, dropping them to the floor as the other sat up on the bed, pulling him back in by the tie of his pants. He undid the know keeping the waistband tight, and Dean took them off before pushing Castiel back down on the bed, far enough back for him to not have his legs dangling awkwardly off the edge.

He crawled between his legs, and Castiel pulled him back down into the kiss, though it was broken shortly after. Dean slid back again, dipping his head down to kiss above Castiel's waistband as his hand slid under his shirt, working it up as far as he could, then slid forward, pulling it up and over Castiel's head and arm, tossing it off of the bed. Castiel slipped his arms under Dean's, which were placed on either side of him, reaching up to scratch his nails down his back and side, lifting his head enough to reconnect their lips. Dean gasped at the short-lived sting from the scratches, and rolled his hips down against Castiel's, earning a similar gasp in response. He broke their kiss once again, this time attaching his lips to Castiel's jaw, then worked slowly down his neck. Castiel's hand flew to his hair, the other digging into his side, scratching Dean every once in a while. When Dean reached Castiel's collarbone, he sucked a bruise into place before ripping away, pushing himself off the bed. Castiel propped himself up on his elbows, sending a quizzical look to Dean though it didn't last long, as Dean had grabbed ahold of his thighs, pulling him forward to the edge of the bed. His knees bent at the edge of the mattress, his toes pressing to the floor, but Dean pulled his farther out still, until he was balancing on the edge, his ass barely on the bed.

Dean dropped to his knees then, pushing Castiel's legs apart. He pressed a kiss high up on both his thighs, and reached forward, resting his hands high up on his hips, nearly at his waist as he moved in. His open mouth pressed against Castiel's bulge, the only thing separating them from actually touching being the soft cotton. Castiel let out a moan he had tried to hold back, but let go as Dean began to mouth over him, hot breath washing over his skin. He bent forward, his hands linking behind Dean's neck. Once Dean pulled back to kiss at his thighs more, he bent farther forward, his head coming to rest on top of his, his body bent at what would be an awkward angle had he actually cared at the moment. "God, Dean," he whimpered into his hair as Dean pressed kisses down his thigh.

Dean paused, then broke away from Castiel, slouching from where he'd been on his knees, his head dropping down to stare at the floor.

No okay no this is not what I wanted why did you stop why did he stop ugh "Why'd you stop?"

Dean took a few deep breaths, seeming to try and calm himself down before speaking. "We can't do this right now."

Goddamn it. "What do you mean? Yes we can, we definitely can."

Dean shook his head. "No, we can't. You're drugged up. You're not ready."

Castiel let out a defeated groan, removing his hands from around Dean's neck, sliding back on the bed so as to not fall off, punching the mattress. "Goddamn it. Goddamn it! God. Damn. It. Dean, can't you see how much I want you? Jesus…"

"You're drugged up," Dean restated, pushing himself up from the floor, crawling onto the bed. He splayed out onto his back, still clearly trying to calm himself down.

"That doesn't change how much I want you, Dean," Castiel argued back, shifting on the bed to look back at Dean.

"You told me you weren't ready for this in the shower yesterday, Cas! These drugs clearly make you act out on your wants, or fantasies, or whatever- and god it is so hot. But I can't take advantage of you when you're like this, Cas. I can't."

Castiel stared at Dean, and after a minute, released a defeated sigh, falling back onto the bed, trying to calm himself as well. "…Why won't you just have sex with me?"

"Because you deserve to have it done right for once. Do it sober, and safe, and when we both truly want it."

"Are you saying you don't want it?"

"No, I'm saying you don't."

Castiel was quiet for a beat, and then he shoved himself up, sliding to the edge of the bed, moping off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He reemerged a few minutes later, smacking off the light in the room before making his way to the bed. Dean had repositioned himself to lay with his head on the pillows, and Castiel lay beside him, though made no move to get any closer than where he was. Dean was the first to initiate that, rolling onto his side. He draped his arm between the two of them, his palm resting flat on Castiel's abdomen, right below his ribs. The other didn't react for a good minute, but when he did, he simply place his hand over Dean's. That was enough of an offer for the singer, however, as he shifted himself closer.

"Cas, baby, please cuddle with me. I don't want one of our last nights together for a while to be spent apart. I think we'll both regret it if we do. Please cuddle." Castiel stared at the ceiling for a moment, then rolled his eyes, rolling onto his side to face Dean, moving closer in the process. Dean smiled gently. "Now there's that gorgeous face."

Castiel flushed a bit, and wiggled forward, pressing his face into Dean's chest, hiding. "I'm going to make you accept a compliment from me one day," Dean muttered, slipping an arm around his back, and Castiel pressed a kiss to his chest.

"Today is not that day."

And just like that, they were back to fine. Castiel eventually pulled his face from Dean's chest, and they situated themselves for sleep, their legs tangle together lazily, facing each other, though far enough away to allow some space. Their fingers linked together loosely between them, and they fell asleep not long after, neither of them truly ready to face what the next day held.

I should probably put some breaks in this chapter somewhere, but I didn't in the original document, and I'm too lazy to do it now. Sorry if you use those!

Also, I know I said I'd address why Dean was here or whatever, and that'll come up next chapter. Fun story, I was actually going to put this day and the next one into one chapter, but this chapter suddenly became 4,650 words, and I was like, nah. Better post different chapters.

Speaking of chapters, I believe there will only be 2 more, one for tomorrow, and one for the goodbye day, unless they come up short and then they'll be combined, but I wan't 20 chapters even so...

Ok story time. So I went into school on my meds, and I was like, trying different times for me to take them so that I wouldn't die cause they make me really tired or whatever, and so I was at school, and I passed out in the English/History room using a textbook as a pillow, and when I woke up, there was a textbook castle surrounding me. It was so great man.

So, let me know what y'all think, and since this is coming to a close, let me know if you guys want anything to be clarified or brought up in the story. I have some plans for the next day already, hopefully to tie up some loose ends, but again, anything you'd like to see, let me know! And thanks for reading!

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