It was all Dean could do to take the time to put Bessie away when they returned to the apartment. Not even Lisa had made him feel like this. He couldn't wait to get his hands on Cass. But even as he moved towards him, Dean hesitated. Cass knew nothing of sex. Dean was experienced with women, but he'd never been with a man before. What was the protocol here? What if he did something wrong? If he messed up now, it would forever scar Cass's impression of physical love.

Then he decided to stop overthinking it. He all but ran to Cass, threw his arms around his neck, and pulled his head down to kiss him. "No wings!" he cautioned as he felt Cass's arms move to go around him. "The contract…?"

The blue eyes grew sad, and his shoulders slumped. "No wings. I'm sorry."

"No, Cass, it's not like that!" Dean assured. "I love your wings, just like I love everything about you, but you gotta keep them down, no matter what, or the warlocks can claim you. Whatever happens here, it's gotta be human only. You can't do anything as an angel." He paused, his eyes searching Castiel's anxiously. "Can you do that, baby? Will this be too dangerous?"

The arms were tight around Dean now, all but crushing him against Cass's chest. "You love them?" Cass asked shyly. "My wings? They don't make you feel afraid?"

"Nothing about you could ever make me feel afraid. I love you, every part of you!" Dean kissed him again, and then he pulled back. "Tell me what you want," he pleaded. "I'll give you anything, just tell me what you want!"

The arms tightened even more. "You. I want you."

"You've got me, baby, I'm yours, please!"

Cass suddenly sucked in his breath. "You're mine?"

"Yes!" Dean's hands were eager, running over Cass's face, down his neck, and over his chest. They tugged at Cass's shirt and Cass let him pull it off. Dean's fingers gently traced over Castiel's bare chest, lingering on the new scars. He pressed his lips to them, kissing them even as he breathed his thanks. His lips moved, brushing over skin and closing around one nipple. Drawing it into his mouth, he sucked and gently nibbled.

The reaction was quite satisfying. Cass moaned, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. His eyes were huge, pupils blown as he looked down in astonishment at Dean, lost in these new sensations. Smiling and feeling bold, Dean gave him another new sensation to consider by cupping the front of Cass's jeans.

That did it. With a small cry, Cass lifted Dean completely up, pushing him down on the mattress. Dean raised his hands, letting Cass pull his shirt off. Then he pushed himself back up to undo Cass's jeans and free his erection.

After the first few strokes, Cass let out another cry and fell to his knees. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands and was touching Dean all over, carding his hair, rubbing at his neck and shoulders as Dean continued his ministrations. Then Dean twisted his body around, lowered his head, and took Cass into his mouth, gently licking at the tip at first before sliding his lips down to encompass his length.

"Dean!" It was part groan, part cry, and all pleasure. It was also all the motivation Dean needed. Cass's first orgasm, he decided, was happening here and now. He'd let Castiel experience this before any awkwardness of their first time having sex. This, at least, Dean could do. He knew what felt good, and Cass was so responsive, so lost in the sensation that it was easy to tell when he was doing something well.

Dean pushed Cass's jeans and underpants down to his knees and squeezed his buttocks. Meanwhile, he worked away with his tongue and his lips, flicking his tongue out to lap at Cass's testicles as he slipped one finger into his entrance. His aim was good. Castiel gave an inarticulate cry and clutched at Dean's head and shoulder. He thrust forward, pushing hard at Dean's mouth and making him gag. Dean forced himself to relax, letting Cass penetrate his throat while he kept working. Already Cass was trembling, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. And soon Dean felt the telltale jerk, felt the heat in the back of his throat that he quickly swallowed.

As soon as he finished, Cass simply collapsed.

Dean couldn't help but chuckle as he looked down at the wide-eyed man lying wrecked on the floor. He'd done that, had reduced the strong, powerful man to this quivering heap. It made Dean feel incredible. He gave Cass a sultry wink. "Good?"

"Good!" Cass's eyes were still wide and amazed. For a moment he simply lay as he was, blinking at the ceiling. But then he looked at Dean and frowned. "You?"

"I'm fine," Dean said softly. "Making love isn't like the 'sex on the couch' you saw on TV, buddy. It's not just about the physical sensations, although as you've just discovered, those are very good. But that's sex. Making love, being with someone you love in a sexual way? That's more about wanting to please the other person, and taking pleasure from that."

Cass's frown deepened. "But you're mine! I want to please you!"

"Heh, you did, buddy, trust me! I… Hey!"

Cass had gotten up and pushed Dean's shoulders, shoving him back onto the bed. His hands were busy undoing Dean's jeans. "You don't have to do this," Dean cautioned, even as he felt himself growing rock hard.

"I want more!"

"Castiel, you… Gah! Oh fuck, holy shit, Cass, where the hell did you learn to do that?"

Cass couldn't answer. His mouth was doing some amazing things to Dean. Cass was a fast learner, and apparently very creative, as well. Not content with simply pushing Dean's jeans down, Cass had them both naked in moments and was busy with what he'd discovered by removing Dean's clothing. Dean was already dancing near the edge when Cass suddenly stopped, looking up at him.

"What?" Dean asked. He was having some difficulty thinking, but couldn't read Cass's expression.

Cass had his head cocked to one side, looking serious as he stared at Dean. "Your words are stupid sometimes. Are you really… mine?"

Dean blinked. "Dammit Cass, of course I'm yours! How could you even ask that now? I'm here, with you, and we're together in the most intimate way we can be. Believe me, I'm yours!"

Cass considered this, looking at Dean as he chewed his lower lip. "Can I keep you?" he asked finally. "If I stay, can I keep you? Will you always be mine?"

Dean groaned. "Cass, you can keep me no matter what you do! I'm yours, completely yours and yours alone! I promise you that, ok? I'm yours and I always will be, and you don't have to do anything or make any promises to keep me. All I ask is that you love me. Love me, Cass, and I will be yours for as long as I live."

It was apparently what Cass wanted to hear. His eyes darkened as he looked at Dean. Climbing up onto the mattress, he pushed Dean back down as Dean tried to sit up. Cass's hands moved to Dean's hair, combing through it and then moving to trace his fingers over Dean's ears and his face, down his neck to his shoulders. Everywhere he touched, Dean tingled. He eagerly reached up towards Cass, but to his surprise, Cass frowned, caught his arms, and roughly pushed them back down.

Dean grew still. Castiel went back to touching him, his fingers tracing down over Dean's biceps, lingering over his muscles and moving to his elbows. Then once more he frowned. Dean hadn't even realized he'd reached up for Cass again until the angel again caught his arms. This time he crossed Dean's wrists together and pinned them firmly above Dean's head, holding them in place with one hand and scowling at Dean.

"Ok," Dean agreed, breathless. "I get it. I'll hold still."

Appeased, Cass went back to exploring, although he still held tight to Dean's wrists. Apparently, he was taking no chances.

Dean focused hard on holding still. Castiel, he realized, had never before had the opportunity to explore Dean's body. He was doing so now, tracing his fingers along every inch of exposed skin, exploring Dean's every nook and cranny, and apparently he didn't want Dean to distract him from what he was doing. It wasn't in Dean's nature to lie still with his lovers. But Cass didn't seem to care, and probably didn't understand enough to know there was anything unusual about what he was doing. Once again, Dean had forgotten just how literal he was. He'd given himself to Castiel, and now it seemed that Castiel wanted to fully examine his new treasure. Dean wasn't being given an option to protest. He wasn't being permitted to do anything except lie there and let it happen.

He suddenly realized he didn't care. No one had ever touched him like this, had worshipped every inch of his body the way Cass was doing now. And there was nothing behind it but love. This wasn't a show of dominance or any attempt by Cass to exert his will over Dean's. In Cass's eyes, Dean was now his to do with as he pleased. Cass's thinking was straight forward, leaving no room for doubt or questions. He acted solely on instinct, handling Dean as he saw fit, rolling him onto his side so he could explore his back before pushing him back down again, doing exactly what he wanted to do as he wished to do it, and never considered that he might be judged for it later. It was innocent, instinctual, and almost savage.

It also had to be the sexiest thing Dean had ever experienced in his life.

Cass's gentle touches were slowly making Dean unravel. He relaxed, becoming still and pliant, letting Cass take him apart, doing nothing but feel, experience these amazing sensations as Cass continued to explore his body. Cass moved further down until he was forced to let go of Dean's wrists. He frowned as he did so, glowering at Dean when he let him go. But Dean didn't move. He simply lay as he was, looking down at Cass. Satisfied, Cass went back to discovering every inch of Dean, this time with both hands stroking, probing, and caressing. His face bore an expression of childlike wonder.

By the time Cass reached the soles of his feet, gently tracing his fingers along the arches, Dean was ready to go out of his mind. Holding perfectly still was bad enough normally. With what Cass was doing it was twice as hard. Now Cass was moving back up, gently tracing the inside of Dean's legs, stroking behind his knees, and carefully moving up his thighs. Dean couldn't bite back a whimper, the strain of holding perfectly still and letting Cass handle him combined with what he was feeling making his body tremble with exertion. And then one hand wrapped around his shaft and gently squeezed even as a finger probed into his opening, and Dean broke. He cried out, his hands flying down to clutch at Castiel's shoulders. And once again, Cass pinned them back above his head with a frown. Dean whimpered. Cass patiently held him down for a moment, making sure Dean got the message, and only went back to his ministrations when Dean was still once more.

Dean was coming undone, and he couldn't keep quiet. Cries and moans of pleasure filled the air as Cass played with him like a toy, experimenting and watching Dean's face to see what he liked, his lips set in a delighted smile. Dean thought he would go insane if it went on much longer. His body shook beneath Cass's hands and mouth, sweat pouring from his pores as he gasped for air. "Please!" he begged. "Please, but don't hurt me, Cass. Please, that stupid bag, it's still in the corner, please!"

At first, Cass looked confused. Then he got up, fetched the bag that had caused so much trouble only a few days ago, and handed it to Dean. Dean dug into it with shaking hands. He opened a condom, popping it into his mouth and quickly applying it to Castiel, who'd grown hard once again. That made Cass's eyes go very wide. Then Dean opened the lube. "You need to open me, and this will help if…"

Oh. Apparently, Cass already figured it out. The angel snatched the tube out of Dean's hands and pushed him back, once again pinning Dean's hands above his head and holding him until Dean stilled. Dean trembled, watching as Cass fumbled with the tube, applying lubricant to his first two fingers. Then he gently pushed them inside of Dean.

Dean very nearly went over the edge as the fingers circled his prostate. He hissed, feeling the slight burn as Cass pressed down, stretching him. Castiel immediately froze. "It's ok," Dean whispered. "It's ok, Cass, please, please don't stop!"

Just like he did with everything else, Cass learned fast. Then he paused, his eyes sweeping over Dean's body. Dean lay still, looking back at Cass as the blue eyes drank him in. "You're beautiful," Dean whispered.

"You're beautiful." Cass reached out a hand and gently stroked Dean's face. He moved forward, wrapping his arms around Dean. And then he rolled his hips, thrusting forward into Dean.

Dean gasped, his eyes opening wide as he felt himself breached for the first time. It wasn't anything like he'd imagined it would be. But nothing about this entire experience was what he'd imagined it would be, and that was what made it special. Cass drew back, shifted slightly, and thrust forward again, his expression delighted as he enjoyed the sensation with no thought of shame or self-restraint. Dean moaned and did the same. Wrapped in his lover's arms, held tight against Castiel's chest, Dean felt loved like he'd never felt before. Beyond the physical, it was like a joining of souls, as if two parts of the same whole had found each other at last. He dared to wrap his arms around Cass's neck and pull their lips together.

This time, Cass allowed it, eagerly meeting Dean's kisses. "I want this," Cass was saying against Dean's mouth. "I want to keep you. I want to stay like this, be with you. Can I?"

"Yes, please, stay with me!"

Their bodies rocked together and Dean went over the edge. A short time later, Cass did as well. Then they simply lay there, tangled together and staring into each other's eyes.

"I want to stay with you," Cass said again. "I want to be human, with you."

Dean sucked in his breath. "Cass, are you sure?" he asked. "I know if you're feeling even half of what I am right now that we work real well together, but you'd be giving up so much!"

"I don't care. What I'm getting is worth everything I'd lose."

That was all the more Dean needed to hear. He let out a small cry and sobbed, burying his face into Castiel's shoulder. "It's alright," he called as Cass stiffened in alarm. "There's different kinds of crying, too. Sometimes, Cass? People cry because we're so happy. You've made me so happy, angel, I love you so much!"

"I love you, too." Cass's lips dotted over Dean's cheeks, and Dean realized that Cass was kissing his tears away. "Happy crying?"

Dean clung to him. "Very, very happy crying!"