Shhhh just read it (sorry it's so long and there's only like 1 break oops)

Castiel woke up first, but simply waiting for Dean to do the same would be a waste of time, and that just wouldn't do. He shifted closer to Dean, letting go of his hand, placing it over his belly. He was actually impressed they hadn't let go sometime in the middle of the night. He leaned in, licking up Dean's neck, pulling a face when he did. It was weird to lick over so much stubble. He kissed his jaw next, followed by his chin, then his nose. He shook Dean lightly, whispering his name, but he got no response. He pecked his lips once before licking slowly up his cheek, starting at his jaw, flattening his tongue out as much as he could. That did the trick. Dean's eyes blinked open, and Castiel froze, tongue still pressed to his cheek. Dean's eyes roamed around until they fell on Castiel in the corner of his vision, and they sat in a silent eye-lock, Castiel's eye's wide, Dean's squinting a bit.

He spoke up after a minute. "Your tongue would be better in my mouth than on my cheek, you know." That cause Castiel to grin, breaking his tongue off his cheek to kiss him. It was supposed to be brief, but Dean clearly didn't want that by the way his fingers tangled into Castiel's hair, holding him in as his tongue parted his lips. Castiel broke away for a moment, panting the complaint of "Morning breath, Dean." though the other disregarded it, pulling him back in. He finally broke the kiss after a few minutes, letting Castiel roll away from him, settling on his back. Dean grabbed his hand and linked their fingers.

"I just made out with a guy after waking up."

"Never done that before?"

"No, because morning breath exists."

Dean ran his tongue along his teeth. "Yours really wasn't that bad. Was mine?"

Castiel shook his head. "No, actually."

"Then we don't have a problem. Well, aside from your hair."

He furrowed his brows, squinting his eyes in confusion. "What's wrong with my hair?"

"Nothing, really. I actually really like the I-just-had-sex look on you."

"Is it really that bad?"

"It's hot," Dean shrugged, squeezing Castiel's hand.

"Yeah, well your beard is hot."

Dean brought his free hand up, scratching at the stubble there. "It's itchy. And it's not a beard yet. It's been like, what, four days?"

Castiel rolled his eyes. "Your stubble-whatever. It's hot."

"You don't look too bad with your either."

Castiel pouted. "I want it gone, you just won't let me near a razor."

Dean grinned and rolled on his side, bringing his free hand over to stroke his fingers across the subtle stubble, kissing him gently. He grinned once again as he pulled away, then rolled to the edge of the bed, pushing himself to his feet. He ambled into the bathroom, and came out a few minutes later, though he didn't return to bed, instead going out to the living room. Castiel watched the door for Dean to come back, but after five minutes, he gave up, pushing himself up on the bed, sliding his feet onto the floor. He rubbed his eyes as he walked out, and the immediate scent of breakfast hit him full on. He made his way to the kitchen, spotting Dean in front of the stove, clearly cooking something. As he got closer, he noticed the yellow, identifying the food as eggs. "You're cooking?"

Dean looked back over his shoulder, beaming a smile at Castiel. "Of course. You like eggs?"

"Love them," he muttered in response, moving to Dean. He grasped his hips, stepping close behind him, pressing into him. He pressed a kiss behind his ear, and Dean grinned.

"How do you expect me to focus on cooking when you're doing that?"

Castiel turned his head, pressing his nose into Dean's hair, his lips falling just below his hairline. He smiled against his skin, and kissed his neck, pulling Dean's hips into a rock with his own, swaying gently to a beat in his head. Dean asked Castiel how he wanted his eggs, and he responded with a shrug, telling him to surprise him. Dean nodded, and continued messing with the eggs. He paused when he heard Castiel humming quietly under his breath, their hips still swaying to the song. Castiel nudged Dean with his nose, bringing his attention back to the eggs, which he quickly finished, slipping them on two plate. He clicked the stove off, and Castiel pressed closer in, still humming. Dean smiled.

"I like that song."

"Hmm?"

"The one you're humming."

"You should sing it."

"You should sing it.

Castiel rolled his eyes. "I don't sing, Dean."

Dean tilted his head back, resting it on his shoulder, peering at Castiel from the corner of his eye. "You can sing for me."

"I can't sing, Dean."

"I'd love it just the same."

Castiel rolled his eyes again, giving Dean's hips a squeeze before dropping his hands and stepping away. He reached to grab the two plates of eggs, and brought it over to the bar, setting them down beside the bowls that were already out. He grabbed some cereal after, giving Dean all of the boxes after pouring himself some. Dean grinned as he sat down, mixing himself a bowl of his cereal concoction. Castiel sent him a look, grimacing at the colorful mix in the bowl before taking a bite of his eggs. His eyes grew wide.

"Oh my god."

Dean looked concerned. "What?"

"Oh my god. These are good. You can actually cook?"

Dean laughed. "Yeah Cas, I can cook. I made you bacon, if you don't remember."

"Dean, it's pretty hard to fuck up bacon."

Dean elbowed Castiel, and he elbowed him right back, the both of them grinning at each other for a moment before returning to their breakfast, finishing in pleasant silence.

Castiel was a pain in the ass while trying to clean up. Dean stood in front of the sink, and Castiel stood behind him, his arms stretched out under Dean's. Every time Dean attempted to grab a plate, or fork, or spoon, Castiel would grab it from his hands, plunking it back down in the water. Dean would sigh and grab something else, trying to clean it before Castiel grabbed it and dropped in back in. It became a game, where Dean would attempt to clean something as fast as he could before Castiel grabbed it from him, gaining time by distracting the other somehow, usually by handing him a bowl or plate that he didn't want to drop and risk breaking, so he would lower it into the water. He rushed through the forks and spoons, and Castiel frowned when everything was gone from the soapy water.

"I was having fun."

"I could tell," Dean laughed. "But now we're gonna get dressed, go back to my hotel, and have some fun in the hot tub, okay? And then I'm gonna take you out to a nice dinner, and then… And then anything else you want to do, okay?"

"Anything?"

Dean dried his hands on a dish rag, doing the same to Castiel's before turning around in his arms, his hands coming up to cup his cheeks. "Absolutely."

Castiel pressed in closer, knocking Dean's hands off of his face, tucking his head under his chin, cheek pressed over the hollow of his neck. He pressed his hands to Dean's back, and Dean responded by wrapping him up in his own.

They remained tangled together for a few minutes, just enjoying the silence of each other's company, and the moment they broke apart, they were both heading back to Castiel's room, Dean dressing in a set of is clothes, not caring if they were dirty, he'd change them once back at the room, but Castiel put on something nice. Dean grabbed a few of Castiel's pain pills along with his bandages, shoving them into a bag, and they were off.

They were walking arm in arm, pressed ridiculously close as they entered the hotel. They were expecting to go up to the room, strip their clothing off, and really enjoy the last of their time together. They weren't expecting to be bombarded by bright flashes accompanied by the shutter of lenses and voices. Castiel froze for a moment, and then spun into Dean, trying to hide from the mass of reporters. Dean blinked a few times, the bright flashes overwhelming, but he was snapped out of it by a hand on his bicep. He turned to look down at the feminine fingers wrapped around him, then looked at the body accompanying them.

"Georgia, thank god."

"Come on," She muttered, tugging Dean and Castiel back into the office Dean had been in just a few days ago. She shut the door behind them, and Dean began to speak, bringing a hand up to rub at Castiel's neck, his other trapped between the two of them. "What the hell is going on? Why are they here?" Castiel relaxed under his touch, and Dean smiled.

Georgia shook her head. "They've been cycling through here for days, ever since news of the attack got out." Castiel shoved himself closer into Dean, and Dean cooed softly down at him, trying to relax him again.

He gave Georgia a look, raising an eyebrow in question. "There's news on the attack? They gave out names?"

"No, no. Well, the official reports didn't, confidentiality reasons and what-not. But you're a hot ticket, Dean, and you weren't exactly subtle running alongside the medics when they got him out of here," she smirked slightly, pointing to Castiel before dropping it. "There were a lot of people trying to figure out what all the commotion was about, they saw you, a few snapped pictures, an- Wait." Georgia held up her hand, sticking her index finger up for a moment before turning around, rummaging around the papers on top of the desk. She grabbed a few tabloids, and handed them to Dean. Dean adjusted himself, still letting Castiel cling close to him, but using his hands to hold and look through the papers.

The cover photo on the first one was a shoddily snapped phone photo of Dean climbing into the ambulance directly beside another image of him grabbing Castiel's hands before the doors shut and they took off down the road. It was clear it had been zoomed in quite a bit, but it was clearly them. The caption above it read 'Dean Winchester in Trouble?' followed by a small snippet of the lengthy article he was sure was inside, most of it probably fabricated or exaggerated. He rolled his eyes and flipped to the next one. 'Dean Winchester, Abusive Boyfriend?'. Dean's eyes widened at that, and he pulled the paper in closer to read the article on the inside.

Dean Winchester is an abusive boyfriend? Could it be that underneath his pretty face and good-ol' American demeanor, Dean Winchester is a monster? Our sources can't confirm much of anything, but they say that the injured man pictured with him is the same man he had been spotted with earlier this week, when photos surfaced of the pair looking mighty cozy while walking downtown.

Despite Dean never admitting to liking men, it's pretty apparent to us, and his fans, that the man pictured is his boyfriend. Sources say they spotted the pair kissing, but felt it was rude to take photographs of it.

While we're not entirely sure on who this man is, or where Dean Winchester comes into play, but we'll be sure to get the information out before anyone else, so keep an eye on us!

Dean glared at the page. They hadn't including any evidence to support his supposed abuse. They only wanted to cause drama. "Stupid fucking lying nothing but a fucking attention grabbing headline." He tossed the tabloid on the floor. "I'd never fucking hurt Cas. Never." Castiel caught wind of that, and pressed himself into Dean, his half attempt at a hug when his arms were pinned between their bodies. Dean smiled, but dropped it as soon as he read the last headline. "Dean Winchester gets dangerously kinky?" He asked, his voice dripping in disbelief as he turned the paper around to show Georgia, theb turned it back to himself, reading the smaller blurb. "Rope burn, messy hair, and shirtless? All signs point to a bit of sexy bondage in the bedroom. But a slit throat? Has Dean taken being kinky too far?"

Dean dropped that paper to the floor with the others, and looked over as he felt a slight shaking on his shoulder. At first Dean though Castiel was crying, and worry flooded through his veins, but after a moment he realized he was laughing. Laughing. Dean slid his arm back, pressing his hand between Castiel's shoulder blades, and the other pulled away from his chest. He blinked up at Dean, grinning and still chuckling.

"What's so funny?"

Castiel squeezed his eyes shut, laughing a bit harder, smile growing wider, flashing all of his teeth. "…We get kinky in bed…" He muttered, laughing some more.

Dean didn't really see the humor in it, but just seeing Castiel with such a look on his face brought a smile to his own. He pulled Castiel around to his side, letting him laugh himself out while he continued talking to Georgia. "So why are they here?"

Georgia shrugged. "Probably trying to get a glimpse of you, and a nice shot of Castiel to identify him as your mystery man." She rolled her eyes. "I know a few of them are trying to get the full story, but I have orders to send you to the police station."

Both Castiel and Dean froze, looking at her. "Why do we have to go down there?" Castiel asked.

"To give your official statement, or something of the sort."

Dean furrowed his brows. "Wasn't it already given?"

"Yours was," she clarified. "But his wasn't. He couldn't even talk, just asked for you over and over. The gal I talked to on the phone told me that."

"So why'd they call you?"

"Wanted to get ahold of you. They have your cellphone down at the station-they've got everything they need off of it- and Castiel's was destroyed. How else would they reach you?"

Dean shrugged. Georgia had a point. "So, what? We have to go down there?"

"Well, he does, and he can go whenever he's feeling up to it, but I know you won't let him go alone. They'd like your statement as soon as possible, however."

"I don't want to go back through that," Castiel muttered, pointing back to the door.

"Camera shy?" Georgia supplied.

He shook his head, paused then nodded. "Not really. Yeah. I mean, I don't really… care, but my hair is a mess and I look like shit and those pictures are going to be up everywhere, and Dean's fans will see,and I look like shit-"

"You said that twice," Dean interrupted quietly.

"It's true."

Dean pushed Castiel away from him only to turn and pull him back in, pressing their chests together as he kissed him hard, one hard tangling in his already messy hair, the other going down to grab his ass. Castiel gasped, letting out a small squeak, but it didn't deter Dean, only made him hold him closer. When he broke the kiss, he didn't really break away, just relaxed his lips, leaving them parted against Castiel's, their heavy breaths mixing in the middle.

"Damn it, Cas," Dean breathed. "God fucking damn it. You're gorgeous. Always. Even when you do stupid shit you look good. So good. Don't ever say that you don't."

"Okay, Dean, but I really don't want the first official picture of us out there to be one with me looking like… this."

Dean kissed him again. "You look great, Cas. And they already got pictures when we came in, except you probably looked like a deer in headlights. Probably got some pretty decent pictures of your back and ass, too."

Castiel smacked his arm. "Dean."

"It's true."

Georgia chose then to butt in. "I can get a valet to bring your car around to the front. It'll make it easier to get away fast, with no chance of them ambushing you in the garage."

Dean pulled back from Castiel- keeping his hands on him however- nodded, and thanked her, agreeing to have a valet bring their car around to the front. Castiel was a bit more hesitant.

"I don't want to go out there. They're gonna take more pictures. And what if they follow us to the police station?"

"They can't come in, and I'm sure an officer could get them to go away. And don't worry about the pictures. I'll hold you real close, and you won't even notice them. Or care."

"Possessive?"

"I plan to be around them."

"And why's that?"

Dean grinned, leaning back in to kiss him. "Because you're mine."

"Clearly as you still have your hand on my ass."

Dean grinned and squeezed, causing Castiel to push his hips forward. Georgia returned, letting them know the valet had just pulled up. They pulled apart then, Dean finally removing his fingers from Castiel's hair turning to stand beside him. He slid his arm up, hooking his hand around his waist, pulling him in close. Castiel slipped his around Dean, dropping his hand down, however, fitting it into his back pocket. Dean sent him a look, and he shrugged in return. Dean shrugged as well, and they took a moment to brace themselves before moving to the door. They tossed it open and continued to move to the best of their ability, but people and photographers were crowding in front of them, snapping pictures and asking questions, making their steps more difficult. Castiel held himself well though, the only real sign of his tension being his fingers tightening around Dean's ass.

It was easy once they got outside the hotel. The passenger door was already open, and Castiel slipped in, quickly slamming the door shut as Dean moved around to the drivers side. It was much quieter in the car, and Castiel allowed himself to relax, though not completely until Dean was on the road, heading to the police station.

"Jesus, Dean. How do you deal with that?"

"Bodyguards."

Castiel rolled his eyes and reached over, grabbing one of Dean's hands off the steering wheel. He held it tight, thumb stroking his wrist the whole ride to the station. When they got there and stepped out, there was no one in sight aside from a few pedestrians, but Castiel could see some of the vehicles from back at the hotel, and he guessed they'd be there once he was done inside.

Dean held the door open for him once they were up the steps, and they stepped into the cool station. The young man up at the front desk looked up, and Castiel told him his name. He nodded and called into the back. A woman came out in uniform, and she smiled gently at Castiel. "Here to give your statement?"

Castiel nodded, and she turned, gesturing for him to follow her. Castiel grabbed Dean's hand, pulling him along with him. She was standing in front of a door which led into a small room with a metal table inside. A single lamp, a notepad, and a tape recorder sat on it. It had a chair on each side, and the officer disappeared to grab another for Dean. All three sat down, the woman across from them, and she turned on the recorder, grabbing the notepad as she sat back.

"State your name for the record, please."

"Castiel Novak."

"I understand you were taken hostage violently by James Hilliard on the 10th, correct?"

"Yes."

"Please recall the events preceding the attack, the violent attack itself, and the injuries you sustained."

Castiel took a deep breath and reached out to grab Dean's hand, receiving a reassuring squeeze as he began talking. He told all about the text messages, and the deception, and the conversation they had in the hotel room. He said he'd been smacked into the door, and didn't know how he got down to the basement without being noticed. The officer interrupted to supply that James admitted to using the elevator to get into the storage room, then took him down farther. Castiel nodded and continued, telling of the beatings and how he'd been restrained. Dean brought his hand up to kiss the back of it, pressing his lips over the bandage on his wrist as well. The burns had mostly disappeared, but it still irritated Castiel when they were touched. Next came the part of when Dean arrived. He told of the conversation the two of them had shared, then how James had put the blade to his throat, and how the police coming down had scared him, prompting him to pull the blade away too fast, but how they had also saved him. Next came the injuries, and then he was done.

The officer thanked him and leaned forward, shutting off the recorder. She had a few notes on the notepad, but Castiel hadn't really reacted in any suspicious way, so she didn't have much to document. The three of them sat in silence for a moment before the officer spoke up. "He's incarcerated, Castiel. He won't be able to get to you, or hurt you." Castiel nodded, and she continued. "We'll be able to put him away for much longer, as long as he deserves, now that we have your statement, so thank you for your cooperation. You two may leave now."

They both stood up, and said goodbye to the officer as they left, but she called for them to wait. She held up her hand as she went into the back, reemerging a few moments later. She passed Dean his phone, much to his surprise, and he slipped it in his pocket. She shrugged when he gave her a look, telling him they got what they needed from it. She held out a tiny black card after, and Castiel took it.

"What's this?"

"The memory card from your phone. It may not be of use to you anymore- lord knows it wasn't for us- but the pictures on there were cute. I thought you might like them back."

Castiel blinked at her. "You saw the pictures?"

"We had to, just to make sure important evidence wasn't on there. The broken phone is more than enough for us to use, so you take and keep that, okay?"

"Yeah, yes. Of course. Thank you," he responded honestly, slipping the card into his pocket. "Really, thank you."

The officer nodded and turned away, going into one of the back rooms, and Castiel and Dean made to leave. Castiel grabbed a few lollipops from the jar on the desk on their way outside, and popped one into his mouth. Dean gave him a look. "Really?"

"I think I deserve it."

Dean didn't argue with that, and when he opened the doors to more photographers, Castiel just didn't seem to care. He held onto Dean's hand the entire time, and stopped only once to shout out "If you guys ruin the last day I'll have with my boyfriend for the next three months, I will find you, and I will hurt you. Bad. I suggest you all kindly fuck off." Castiel grabbed the sucker in his mouth, pulling it out and giving it one last lick before sticking it to the nearest video camera to him. He pulled Dean along, who was grinning like an idiot, and let himself into the car. Dean joined him a moment later, and shifted in his seat. Castiel popped another sucker into his mouth and looked over at him.

"What?"

Dean continued grinning. "You just told reporters to fuck off by sticking a lollipop to one of their cameras. One of TMZ's cameras, to be specific."

Castiel's eyes widened. "No…"

"Yes." Dean's joyous grin grew into a smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He grabbed Castiel's sucker, holding it between his thumb and index finger as he cupped his face with both hands, leaning across the center divider to kiss him. He pulled away when he felt Castiel relax, though moved right back in, kissing him again, slipping his tongue between their locked lips, running it along the roof of his mouth and sliding it against the other's. He pulled away when Castiel let out a whine of a moan, pecking his lips once more before grinning. "Mmm. You taste like strawberry." He popped Castiel's sucker into his mouth for a few seconds before pulling it out and putting it back in Castiel's mouth. He sat back up and started the car, pulling out of the small parking lot.

It took Castiel a minute to realize they weren't headed back to the hotel. "Where're we going, Dean?"

"I wanna show you something."

Castiel didn't argue against that, and they sat in silence for a good minute before he looked over at Dean. "You do know they probably took pictures of us kissing."

Dean smiled. "Good."

"And that they'll probably be on the internet and in tabloids."

"Even better. I want them all to know you're mine, and that I'm yours."

"By having pictures of us kissing?"

"I think it gets the point across."

Castiel was prepared to respond, but Dean pulled off the side of the road, stopping by the curb. He parked the car and got out, walking over to Castiel's side to open his door, but Castiel was already out. In front of him stood an empty lot, nothing in it aside from a few trees and the burnt cement that appeared to be the base of a house. A small pathway led up to it, but Dean made no move to go up it, so Castiel stayed with him. Dean reached out, linking his fingers with Castiel's, stepping closer to him. He stared at the charred cement and empty lot, trying to piece together why Dean had brought him here, then it hit him. He turned to look at him.

"Dean, was this your house?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

Castiel's eyes softened. "Oh Dean," he whispered, dropping Dean's hand as he stepped behind him pressing in close to him, resting his chin on his shoulder as he grabbed his hands, wrapping his arms around his waist in a makeshift hug. "Oh Dean," he whispered again, turning to press a kiss to his neck. "What happened?"

"A fire," Dean responded, beginning to tell his story. "I was eight at the time, and it was the middle of the night. We think something went wrong with the wiring above Sammy's room, we're not sure. All we know is that the ceiling was on fire, and that it had spread through the attic. I was in the room right across from Sammy's, so when the alarms started going off, I was the first to run in and grab him. I took him outside, and the second I got out, the part of the house with his room collapsed. I… well, screamed. I thought my parents were dead. My dad ran out a minute or so later, and he fell onto the ground right over there." He gestured with a nod. "I was still freaking out, holding Sammy and screaming at him, asking where Mom was. We got to ride in a police car, and I didn't find out until later when we were at my grandma's that she had been in Sammy's room, looking to get him when the ceiling collapsed. Dad was in my room, looking for me when it happened. He watched it all fall down, and was able to get out to us before anything worse happened. The house collapsed after a while, I guess, but I wasn't there. We stayed at Grandma's until after Mom's funeral, then we moved into the apartment."

"You only stayed there for… what was it? Four years?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, four. Dad tried to stay, mainly for me. I was in school, I had friends, but it was just too hard on him. Seeing little things that reminded him of Mom, and their dates, and everything about her… It became too much, so we moved. We hopped around from town to town after that, no place feeling quite like home to us. Then I got picked up by a label, Sammy's off at college, and I haven't heard from Dad in… a long time."

"Oh Dean," Castiel whispered for the third time, tightening his arms around Dean. The other relaxed back into him. "Dean, Dean, Dean. God, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be."

"Dean, that's horrible! What happened to you. It's aw-"

"Cas stop! Yeah, it sucks, and it always will, but I look at the bright side. If it had never happened, we never would have moved around, I never would have taken up guitar to keep me occupied, I never would have been signed on to a label, and I never would have met you."

Castiel fell silent after that, as did Dean, but it wasn't awkward or strained. They just stood in front of the lot, Dean remembering the times he had there, Castiel trying to imagine what it had been like. A few minutes passed and Dean asked if Castiel wanted to go back to the hotel, receiving a nod in response. So they left. The drive back was quiet as well, Castiel's hand on Dean's thigh, and when they arrived back at the hotel, Dean passed the keys off to a valet and grabbed Castiel's hand. There were still a few reporters lingering in the lobby, but they were able to brush them off easily. Once inside the elevator, with the keycard scanned, Castiel turned and hugged Dean properly, and Dean hugged back, the two of them squeezing each other solidly all the way up.

When the doors slid open with a ding, Dean didn't let Castiel go, instead moving forward, holding on to him loose enough for them to move, but tight enough that Castiel wouldn't fall if he knocked into something. He unlocked the door, holding Castiel with one arm. He nudged the door to get inside inside, dropping the keycard on the ground and leaving the door wide open as he brought his hands up to cup his face, kissing him softly. Castiel whined, raising his hands to hold onto Dean's neck as they continued moving slowly through the gigantic main room, their steps in synch, moving perfectly together like a dance. They didn't break apart when Castiel bumped into one of the end tables, nor when the back of his knees his the full sized coffee table. They simply readjusted their course and continued. It was a surprise to Castiel when the kiss was broken and he was knocked back onto the longest couch, laying flat on his back with his legs draped off to the side while Dean climbed over him, plopping onto his side with his back pressed to the back of the plushy couch.

Castiel pulled his legs up, resting them on the cushions while Dean propped himself up with his elbow, head resting on his shoulder. His fingers brushed through Castiel's hair, causing him to turn and look. Dean smiled and leaned in, pressing their lips together, resting his free hand on his stomach. He broke away, and they both smiled, Castiel the first to lean up and reconnect their lips. Dean shifted his elbow, bringing his hand closer to Castiel's head, running his fingers through his hair slowly, tugging on occasion. It became near impossible to kiss Castiel longer than a second with all the minute gasps he continued to emit, his lips parting open with each one.

"Why are you gasping so much, baby?" Dean asked, tangling his fingers Castiel's dark locks, causing him to gasp. He tugged again. Another gasp. He grinned. "Cas, do you like it when I play with your hair?"

Castiel glared up at him, but it disappeared behind his eyelids with a gasp when Dean released his hold on the strands, instead pushing his fingers through them, brushing against his scalp. "Yes, Dean," he whispered. "I love it when you play with my hair."

Dean grinned and ran his fingers through his hair again, leaning down to nudge his nose against Castiel's cheek. "I love learning new things about you." He pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, tugging on his hair and slipping the hand on his stomach up and under his shirt, leaning into him more to keep his balance. "I love it so much."

Castiel turned his head locking his lips onto Dean's, though the kiss broke when Dean tugged on his hair. "Let's take this to the hot tub," he murmured, sitting up, Dean's hand still in his shirt. He just unbuttoned the shirt, standing up, letting it fall down along with Dean's hand. He stood, hair a bit roused from Dean's doing, and linked his fingers in front of himself, raising them high up in the air, arching his back as he stretched. He dropped the pose when he felt a pair of hands on his hips, and lips pressing to the base of his spine. He rolled his eyes and stepped out of Dean's hold, earning a whine in return. He continued walking on, making it over to the hot tub before Dean caught up to him, grabbing his hips and pressing into him once again. Castiel huffed. "Dean, seriously?" A hum paired with lips pressing to his shoulder. "How do you expect me to undress when you're doing this?"

"Mmm, that's easy," Dean replied, lips brushing against his skin, pressing closer. "Just let me help." He slid his hands forward off of Castiel's hips, fingers and palms hot against his right above his waistband. Dean had his arms wrapped low around his hips, his fingers pulling his button open, pressing another kiss to his shoulder as he pulled down his zipper. Castiel turned in his arms then, fingers gripping the end of Dean's shirt, tugging it up, forcing his arms up as he pulled it off, dropping it to the floor before undoing his jeans as well. Dean blinked, and they broke apart to take of their shoes, both of them pulling of their jeans, left in nothing but their boxers.

Castiel took a moment to look Dean's body over. His upper half was toned, dotted with a few sunspots in prime locations, ones that Castiel would love to have his lips on, as well as his arms, which were hanging by his sides, clearly itching to reach out and pull Castiel to him and hold him, something he wouldn't mind, knowing how secure he felt when in them. Down his body was his belly that Castiel smiled at regardless of how he actually felt, down his hips and to his bow legs. Castiel bit his lip. "You're gorgeous, Dean. So gorgeous. And I want you, so bad." Dean sucked his lips between his teeth, and made to move to Castiel, but he held up his hand, signaling for him to wait. He did. "Dean… Turn around, please."

Dean sent him a look, but did as he was told, turning around to face away from Castiel. Once he was looking away, Castiel took a deep breath, closing his eyes and steeling himself. He unwrapped the long bandage on his neck, ensuring the waterproof ones over his stitches were still on fine, then stripped his boxers off, hopping into the steaming water before he could change his mind. He let himself adjust, then turned on the jets, sitting down in one of the seats. "Okay," he said when he was ready.

Dean turned around, still giving Castiel a quizzical look, but he moved toward the tub regardless, only stopping when something caught his eye. He looked down, spotting his boxers, then looked back up, focusing on Castiel. "Cas, are you…?" Castiel bit his lip, and that was more than enough for him. He smirked. "Well damn. Guess you gotta turn around too." Castiel's eyes grew a fraction wider, but he caught himself and nodded, turning away from Dean. As soon as he was looking away, Dean stripped himself, sliding into the hot water.

Castiel turned around when he heard movement in the water, and was surprised at how close Dean was. The two of them locked eyes, both hyper aware that this was the first time they had been completely naked with each other. Despite the fact that they were in water, it was still a special moment, for Castiel for being so intimate with someone so fast, and for Dean for being given even more of Castiel's trust. He held out his hand, and Castiel took it, locking their fingers together as he pulled Dean over to him, knocking him into the seat beside him, both of them half in it. Castiel shifted himself, draping his legs over Dean's, pressing closer to him as Dean let go of his hand, grabbing it instead with his other one as he wrapped and arm around Castiel, keeping him close, their upper thighs pressed as tight as possible.

Castiel turned his head, close enough that his nose brushed Dean's cheek, and Dean turned toward him, nuzzling their noses together. Castiel smiled. "This is new," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

"But not bad?"

He shook his head. "But not bad."

Dean tilted his head up, kissing Castiel softly but not for long, pulling away with a smile. "So, Cas. Tell me about yourself."

Castiel let out a huff of a laugh. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"Deannnn," he whined, turning his face away. Dean took hold of the opportunity, and moved in, kissing, nibbling, and sucking on his jaw. "Be more specific."

Dean smiled against his jaw. "What turns you on? And why?"

"Dean. Are you serious?" A nod. Castiel sighed. "When you call me babe, because it sounds… possessive. When your voice gets deep and scratchy, like right before you fall asleep, or when you're turned on. When you kiss right behind my ear. French kissing. Lip biting. Hair pulling. Being dominant, or at least being in control."

Dean grinned, kissing right above his jaw. "Really? You like being in control?"

"I love being in control."

"Then take control."

Castiel peered at Dean out of the corner of his eye. When he realized Dean was being serious, he turned, sliding his legs off of Dean's, instead straddling his thighs, hooking his fingers under his chin, thumb holding him in place as he leaned in, kissing him. "Grab my ass, Dean," he muttered against his lips, leaning back in, fisting his fingers in Dean's short hair, his other hand still keeping his face in place. He slipped his tongue into Dean's mouth as his ass was squeezed, and he moved closer. He broke from the kiss. "More tongue, Dean." He dipped back in, pushing his tongue into Dean's mouth only to be met by the other's pushing just as hard into his own. Their tongues brushed and twisted between their mouths, and Castiel moaned, shifting closer once again. Dean squeezed his ass again and his hips thrusted forward, accidentally causing their cocks to brush together. He dropped his hand from under his chin and they both broke from the kiss with a gasp, pupils blown wide from the kiss, lips parted, breaths heavy, eyes locked on each other.

Castiel readjusted himself on Dean's lap, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, watching as Dean's licked his own. After a moment he rolled his hips forward, testing Dean's reaction. When met with a gasp, he reached forward, grabbing onto Dean's shoulder, tightening the fingers in his hair as he slid forward, rolling their hips together again. Castiel rested his cheek against Dean's, his mouth near his ear, his hot breath brushing over it. "Oh Dean," he breathed, rolling his hips again. "God, I want you. I want you so bad. I want to touch you, and feel you, and watch you as I make you come, calling my name." He rolled his hips again, and Dean moaned, whimpering his name at the end. Castiel smirked. "Just like that, but louder."

"Cas, baby," Dean breathed, sliding his hands back toward his body, holding Castiel's hips.

"No. No, Dean. Don't you dare 'baby' me," he growled, trying to roll his hips forward, but Dean held him back. "No." He tried rolling them again, then once more. "Goddamn it, Dean!" he nearly shouted, dropping his hands completely from Dean's body, lowering them down to pry the fingers off of his hips. "God fucking damn it. Why do you always do this? Why do you get me so hot and turned on, and then always stop me?" He slid back out of Dean's grip, moving to the center of the hot tub. "Why, Dean? And don't you dare say it's the drugs, I'm not on any right now. Is it… Do you not want me? Is that it?"

Dean stood then, moving to Castiel, grabbing his face and kissing him with all he could. When he broke away, Castiel was staring up at him. "Don't you ever, ever think that I don't want you. I have ever since we went out for coffee. You wanna know something?"

"Dea-"

"No. You know what? When I came back here that night, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Your lips. Your eyes. Your just-fucked hair. All of it. God, I wanted you so bad. And jesus, Cas, I still think about it, about you, and every time I look at you, I want nothing more than you. Just you." He kissed him again. "But you know what, Cas? It's not the right time. I know it. I want… whatever this is between us to last, because I want you, and if we move too far too soon, it's all gonna fall apart. I know it will. So yeah, Cas, I am attracted to you, and I do want you. So fucking bad. But we're both going to have to be patient about this, okay?" He kissed him once more. "Okay?"

Castiel shook his head. "No, Dean. I have less than twenty-four hours with you, and then you're gone for god only knows how long. I want you. Want you want you. Those sounds you make, the way you feel, the way your body moves, what you do when I bring you to your climax- Dean, that's what's going to get me through these months without you."

"You know what? You can have the feeling of my lips around your cock, sucking you off, and the way I kiss you right after you're done, if you're into that-"

"-I am-"

"-But that's it."

Castiel frowned. "No, Dean."

"Then you're just going to have to wait until you see me again."

Both of them had calmed down significantly with the conversation taking a more serious turn. Castiel's frown lessened, and he reached back, shutting off the jets. He stepped closer to Dean, wrapping his arms around his waist, pressing his cheek to his chest. Dean wrapped his arms around his neck and shoulders in response.

It was too long for Castiel to wait. Dean had three shows in the U.S. before he went international, only returning to the states after a few months abroad. It nearly made him sick to think of how long they'd be apart for. How many women, and probably men, would be throwing themselves at him. How many opportunities he'd have to go for someone else, get in a quick fuck once a day while Castiel sat back at home, waiting for him to return. Would Dean even still want him? Need him?

"Dean, I don't want you to go."

"I know, baby."

"It's going to be devastating without you."

"I know." Castiel pressed harder into Dean's chest, and he continued. "What do you say we get out, get dressed and cuddle on the couch, maybe listen to some music and talk? Hmm?"

"You want to talk?"

Dean shrugged. "Despite how much you've grown to mean to me over the past two weeks, I really don't know much about you. At least not as much as I want to."

Castiel pulled away from Dean, dunking himself underwater as he moved to the edge of the hot tub. He reemerged and stood, leaning over the edge, stretching to grab a towel from the stack the maid must have left. Dean couldn't help but to stare at his ass, and Castiel was well aware of that. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Dean laughed. "You don't mind me staring at your ass?"

"Dean, seriously?" Castiel hopped out of the tub, wrapping the towel around his waist. "I was just grinding my dick against yours, I really don't care anymore."

Dean grinned and followed suit, hopping out of the tub before grabbing a towel, wrapping it around his hips. He stepped behind Castiel, wrapping his arms around him, kissing behind his ear. "Then why were you so shy earlier?"

"Because I have those scars, Dean. Beside the fact that you seem to love my body despite them, they're still embarrassing."

"Do you need me to show you how beautiful they are?"

Castiel laughed quietly. "You've told me enough. Now go get dressed, and come meet me on the couch."

Dean rolled his eyes, muttering "Snippy." as he left to his room, probably to find clean clothes. Castiel dropped his towel then, drying his legs before pulling his boxers back on, followed by his jeans, which he chose to remain unbuttoned. He wandered over to the couch, scrubbing his hair with the towel, collecting all the droplets he could as he flopped down on the plushy cushions. He noticed his shirt on the ground, and sat up to fold it and place it on the table before laying back down, one leg up and bent on the couch, the other dangling off the edge, foot pressed to the ground, legs spread as he made himself comfortable.

When Dean came back out his shirt was in his hand. It was on the floor the moment he took in Castiel. He was propped up on his elbow with his legs spread out, completely relaxed as he flipped through the channels on the T.V. looking for the music channels he knew were on there. His chest was exposed, lean and toned, a few drops of water not caught by his towel slipping down his chest from his hair. The midday sun filtering through the windows was making him glow. Dean couldn't help but to crawl on the couch between his legs, nudging himself under the arm holding the remote. He stared at Castiel, taking in the dip under his cheekbone, and the stubble he knew he was eager to get rid of, but that Dean found near irresistible. And his eyes. Oh, his eyes. He could get lost in those pools of blue forever.

Castiel clearly sensed Dean was staring at him, and turned his head slightly away from the T.V. eyes focusing on Dean. He smiled gently, and Dean held up his finger. He reached back, slipping his phone from his back pocket. He opened the camera quickly, snapping a picture of Castiel, who groaned at him in return. "Dean, why?"

"You look… God, Cas, look." Dean turned the phone around, showing Castiel the picture. He did look good. His face was illuminated by the orange glow of the sun, making his tanned skin seem darker, his eyes brightened by the light, making the blue stand out more than ever, his smile just adding in to it all, making himself appear more attractive than he ever thought he could be.

"Wow."

Dean smiled, turning he phone back around to look at it again, then closed it, focusing on the real Castiel. "I know. I've been waking up to that for nearly two weeks now."

Castiel scoffed. "I don't look like that, Dean. Especially not in the morning."

"Yeah you do, Cas."

"No."

"You wouldn't know, now would you?"

"…No."

Dean grinned, leaning up to kiss Castiel. They smiled against each other's lips, and then Castiel turned back to the T.V. still trying to find a music channel. When he found one filled with old rock ballads and love songs, he settled on that and dropped the remote to the floor, turning and adjusting himself on the couch, laying flat on his back, head supported by the armrest. Dean slid up his body, kissing him softly, letting his lips linger for a long moment before he slid back down a bit, rolling over onto his back. Castiel draped his arms around him, holding him as Dean adjusted and snuggled himself between his legs, back pressed to his chest.

Castiel brought a hand up, running it through Dean's hair, pushing it back and away from his forehead. "Dean? Will you tell me about your mom?"

"Of course, baby," Dean replied, finding Castiel's hand, the one currently on top of his hip. He covered it and continued. "I don't even know where to start… She was beautiful, Cas. She loved completely and often, and she always made me pie." He laughed at that. "She told us she loved us every night, and whenever it was hard for me to fall asleep, she'd sing this song by The Beatles. Hey Jude. It's one of my favorite songs. It reminds me so much of her…"

"She sounds amazing."

"She was." Dean smiled. "She would've loved you, Cas. I just know it. I mean, you think I compliment you a lot? You're good looking. She'd have a field day with that, trying to see if she could get you to blush. That's what she used to do with all of my friends. They all loved her too. I wish you could have met her."

"I wish I could have too."

Dean smiled and reached behind himself, holding out his palm which Castiel quickly kissed. Dean dropped his hand down, though he kept his arm up behind his head, relaxing even farther into Castiel as they continued to talk, both of them asking question and giving answers, telling stories and revealing their pasts. Whenever they grew quiet, they'd stay that way and listen to the song playing. Sometimes it was a song Dean knew, and he'd sing along to it quietly, Castiel running his fingers through Dean's hair, humming along quietly to the few songs he knew.

They stayed in their little routine until it was well past dark, the sun gone, the moon out shining. They didn't even take notice until Dean's stomach growled, and they both agreed it was time to get dinner. With reluctant movements, they both sat up, Dean standing to go get his shirt, Castiel just pulling his on as he sat. He stood to button it, doing up his jeans as well. He walked over to Dean, buttoning up the last button of his shirt for him, brushing their lips together as he turned away to go find and put on his shoes, Dean doing the same. They met at the door, linking their fingers together as they left, ready for diner and whatever the rest of the night had in store for them.

Woaaaahhhkay sorry this took so long, but, uhh, it was just a little over 8,600 words, so...

Anyway, I lied about the only 2 more chapters thing. I planned to have it that way, but I didn't plan for this chapter to be so long, and not even be done with their night! I mean, I was gonna write the rest, but I wanted to get this chapter out, and I figured 8,600 words was enough for one night, ya feel? There'll be a few more chapters. The rest of this night, tomorrow morning, and then this epilogue thingy... I'm gonna say 2 or 3 more, depending on how long those 3 things end up being. If it's short enough I'll just combine the morning and the epilogue-but-not-really-an-epilogue-at-all-thingy together.

Okay so story time. It was like, 4:30am, and I was sitting on my computer trying to write this thingy right here. I couldn't sleep cause my head hurt so bad, so I took a lot of pills trying to 1. make my head stop hurting and 2. fall asleep. They apparently didn't want to work, and essentially made me trip balls for like, and hour and a half until I finally passed out laughing at this fucking picture of a Shiba... I don't even know... Anyway, I guess in my delirious state, I bought 2lbs of Sour Power Watermelon Belts off of Amazon. I only found out when I went to check my email, and WOAH LOOK AT THAT order confirmation, and then another saying it had been sent. So, you know, I guess I now have 2lbs of candy headed my way. Also I guess I made a tumblr post about it? I didn't even know I had been on tumblr...

On another note, I was possibly thinking of continuing this on, should anybody be interested. I have a few plans, but I don't want to extend this story specifically, so it'd be like... another story, but not?... Sequel? I guess... Anyway, I was thinking of possibly doing that, so I'm asking if you guys would be interested? It probably wouldn't be as long as this, but, you never know.

With that out of the way, thank you for reading, and sticking with this story this far! Let me know what you think, cause I really love hearing about it! Seriously. It makes my day! 3 u alllllllllllllllllll

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