Alright everyone, last chapter! WOOOOO! LET'S DO THIS! (I have a lot of things to say at the end of the story :3) Please ignore any mistakes I made, this was a long chapter...

There was nothing but white light, and then everything slowly materialized. Cas knew he was in the forest again. The smell of pines and coniferous bark enveloped Cas. Behemoth trees were dispersed throughout the entire forest, all different shades of dazzling greens. Sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing by reached Cas' ears, and he could feel the soft crunch of the leaves under his feet. It all seemed like anything but a dream.

There was something Cas was seeing, and he soon found out what it was. He was behind Dean, who was sitting on the boulder Cas had been on not too long ago. Dean appeared to be talking to someone, but Cas couldn't see or hear him very well. He slowly, quietly made his way closer to Dean. Cas soon noticed he was talking to Cas' duplicate formed by his imagination. So he really was dreaming about Cas, but what could he be saying. He focused on Dean's words from a safe distance. "I don't get it." he said, "The hell am I supposed to do, go Dr. Phil on you?" …What was Dean talking about? Intrigued, Cas moved closer. "I can't find out what's ever wrong with someone, you know I'm not good at that crap." The Cas made up by Dean's imagination gave him no response, after all, it was just an image. It just seemed to be there to act as a confessional puppet, and it was pretty obvious what Dean was confessing. "I just wanted to find out what was wrong with you." Alright, maybe not so obvious. "You've been acting so damn strange lately. All throughout the hunt you were on your damn toes for a different reason. You weren't worried about the monster, and you looked way too anxious to get out of there ASAP!" He stopped himself. Dean hung his head in shame and sadness. "You know I'm not good at talking it out. I just shove it down and ignore it, and I'd expect myself to be doing that not…but I just…I just can't help but care."

Utter shock and astonishment settled over Cas. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't blow his cover. Maybe he could speak to Dean telepathically? No, he was already in his head, Dean would notice Cas in an instant. Dean's imagination was strong…his imagination! Cas looked at the Castiel fabricated by Dean. It was just like a picture. A 3-D picture that offered no response. Perfect. Castiel focused his energy and poured it into the picture. His goal was to take the picture's place and not blow his cover automatically at the same time. Dean wouldn't even think about the possibility of it actually being Cas, so all he had to do was speak smoothly and not act out of nature. All he wanted to do was try and talk something out with Dean.

Castiel closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was seeing Dean, which was right next to him, showing a cauldron of mixed emotions inside of green eyes. Cas spoke very slowly and softly. "It's…normal for you to care," he said. Dean didn't look up. "It's all you can do, and even if you believe you're not good at showing it, you're still doing it. Individuals who spend time with you learn about your nature and find out how you express your caring, but that's besides the point. It all comes down to the fact that you truly do care, and given what you've been through so far, it's amazing you still do it…"

All throughout Castiel's speaking, Dean had started to slowly look up until he finally met the shining blue galaxy in Castiels' eyes. Had Dean noticed that Castiel was really here? The sad feelings invaded Dean's eyes again and he looked at the ground below him. "Doesn't change the fact that I still can't do shit." Cas was amazed at what Dean was saying. "I don't believe that's true at all," Castiel said. A small amount of Dean's sadness went away.

"You're an extremely important person, Dean. Yes you're an amazing hunter, one of the best, but you also mean a lot to many people. You're the only brother Sam had, and without you, he'd be in hell, or worse. Bobby looks at you like you were his own son, and you're some of the few family he has left. You make people find things in themselves, you make them not ever lose their way. You have a holy vision for what's right; you commit to the mistakes you make, and then you fix them. You make people believe there's always a better way, and you implant hope in the ones you meet. You give people hope, Dean, and you don't ever give up on them."

Dean raised his head to look right into Castiel's eyes. "Then what do I do for you? What do I mean to you?" he asked with pleading eyes. It was Cas' turn to look down and smile. "Dean, that's exactly who I was talking about." Castiel looked up after a moment. Dean was smiling. It was amazing. This is the happiest, calmest smile he has ever given Cas. There were tears in Dean's eyes and he looked like he didn't have the slightest care in the world.

His features were glowing, and they approached Cas with every passing second. Dean was leaning into Castiel. For what? Dean was getting so close. He was right in front of-

Cas first wondered what was on his lips, and soon found out it was another pair of lips. Dean was kissing him. A thousand fireworks exploding in different colors representing emotions went off inside of Castiel. He didn't know how to feel right now. It felt odd, though. Dean's lips were extremely soft, but he was pressing them tightly towards Cas. There was something else, too. There was…emotion. There was tenderness and care, not to mention intimacy. Cas could feel all of Dean's turmoil being let out in this kiss. Cas didn't want to pull away, and he didn't know for what reason, so he did what he could do. Castiel kissed back. He felt like he shouldn't let this go, not for Dean, or maybe even himself. Dean took in a deep breath of air and kept going, pressing tighter towards Castiel, and he felt the slightest brush of Dean's tongue on his lips. Castiel continued kissing back, not letting Dean have the last kiss. A strong hand made his way up Castiel's back and rested in the back of Castiel's head. Dean pulled him closer. Cas kissed and made soft sounds as his lips parted from Dean's every time. Cas knew it would've been more right if he had left Dean's dream immediately, but he didn't know why he hadn't done that. Instead, he was sharing and intimate moment with Dean, closing whatever distance there was between them and feeling more and more of Dean with every movement he makes, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He felt more weight go on top of his body, and Cas opened his eyes in what had seemed like an eternity. Dean was leaning on top of Castiel, making him lie down on the surface of the broad boulder they were sitting on. He let himself be taken by Dean's actions.

Dean was still tenderly kissing Cas, using just the right amount of everything to make him want to stay more.

Dean was undoing the buttons of his shirt little by little, making sure to still keep the tie on. Cas grabbed the hair in the back of Dean's head, pulling him closer and having his torso pressed up against his as well. Dean finally undid all of Cas' shirt and exposed his muscled torso. He leaned upwards to view Castiel's amazing body. Castiel felt Dean shudder and dived back down to grind against Cas, pressing everything he had towards him. They kept each other's lips close to each other constantly.

After several moments, Castiel felt something odd. He tried to pinpoint what it was. Castiel frowned but Dean kept kissing him. He pushed him away slightly so he could be separated from Dean. Dean looked down with drowsy eyes and a careless smile on his face, "Hey, I wasn't finished," he said. Castiel made a small shh noise that kept Dean quiet. He closed his eyes and focused on what was happening. There was something strange…something unfamiliar, but he couldn't feel it here. Castiel knew that there was nothing wrong here. Then why am I getting this feeling? He looked around to make sure nothing was trespassing. Only now did he remember where he was. Something was happening outside!

Castiel had to go! What was on top of him? …Dean! Castiel looked up and saw Dean smiling and bubbling with happiness. He looked around and remembered what he had been doing. "Whoa, you alright there cowboy?" Dean asked with a small smirk. Castiel shoved Dean aside and stood up half naked. What had he done?! He looked over at Dean, who now looked worried and surprised. "Cas, what's wrong?" he asked, a bit urgent. Castiel looked at him sincerely and wanted to say everything, but all that came out was, "I'm sorry, Dean."

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Cas opened his eyes and found himself sitting down, reclined on Dean's nightstand. He stood up and looked around. The room looked fine, more than normal. Then what had he felt that was so odd? There was a ruffling sound next to Cas. He looked down and saw Dean lying on his bed and squinting slightly. "Cas?" he said. He suddenly remembered what he'd been doing with Dean. Cas backed away in surprise. Dean scanned the room. "What the hell are you…" Dean stopped and gazed at the dining table. "Where's the hammer?" he asked. Castiel's froze. He slowly turned to see the dining table. Sure enough, there was nothing but empty space where the weapon should've taken it up. Someone had stolen the hammer. "No…" Cas whispered. He looked at the entrance door and focused. Someone had invaded the hotel! Cas traced down the presence of the hammer and pinpointed it. The location where he was going was clear in his mind. He looked over at Dean and said, "I have to go Dean." Dean looked at him, completely astonished. Cas vanished.

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He reappeared in a dark, wet alley. The walls were moist and the air was muggy. The sense that led him to this location still lingered, and it carried him further to his objective. Behind him was more of the narrow alley that led to an empty street. He looked back and saw that the alley went much deeper, and there seemed to be no end to it due to the ominous darkness. Castiel was led on by the bizarre feeling he got from the weapon, and it led him deeper into the alley. It was odd. Every time he traced something down, he got a familiar vibe from the object, but not this one. It felt like Castiel should be running, but he also wanted to retrieve the weapon. He was smack in the middle of unsure, but he was only slightly more inclined to get the weapon back. He didn't want anything to do with those sort of materials. His feet led him down for a couple lengthy steps, and he eventually stopped, frozen on a certain spot. His body turned to the right, and he saw a very inconspicuous gated door. The door was actually sunk into the wall, and the rusted, iron bars were at the rim of the space in the wall. Blocking the way were trash cans and bags of useless things that caused many unpleasant smells.

This area looked like it hadn't been visited in days, yet the gate was locked. Castiel moved the bags and trash cans aside, grabbed the chained lock, and snapped it in one swift motion. He threw the worn lock aside along with its chains, and the items rattled as they hit the concrete floor. When the rattling stopped, a ringing took up the inaudible night. Castiel reached into his pocket and grabbed the phone out. He immediately answered, knowing who it was. "Where are you?" Dean said sounding urgent and impatient. Cas felt surprised for a moment. Not two minutes ago was he laying down with Dean, seeing him smile and talk with bubbles of happine-"Hey!" Dean yelled. Cas jumped a little. "Dean, you can't be here. We don't know what stole the hammer. You can't underestimate-"

"It was Djinns," he said. There was silence. "I thought you had annihilated all of them," Castiel said.

"Breaking news, apparently not!" he said. Castiel gave up. He thought for a moment. "2210 Bakerson Avenue, in an alley. Go down an alley and you'll find a rusted gate blocking a door," Castiel said. "Great, but couldn't you just-" Dean said quickly and Castiel hung up. He dumped the small phone into his trench coat and opened the gate. It creaked lowly and made a clanking sound when it reached its opening limit. Surprisingly, the actual door wasn't locked. Castiel had been ready to punch a hole through it.

A long, seemingly never-ending set of stairs started as soon as he opened the door. Castiel noted that he had his angel blade with him. He walked down the stairs very carefully and steadily.

There was some kind of smoke enveloped with the air. It was musty and smelled wretched. Castiel dimmed his sense of smell. After a couple of minutes of dark stair-taking, he saw a yellow light at the bottom, making all the dust in the air a lot more noticeable. His feet reached an extremely dusty floor, and both his steps made some dust go upwards around his shoes. The room itself was very small, only lit by a dim light bulb hanging from a thick wire on the short ceiling. The light went off and on periodically. Under the light bulb was a table with straps where arms and legs would've been placed. The table was stained with dried and fresh blood. Castiel saw bags with what he guessed were filled with people stacked on top of each other throughout the sides of the small square room. He looked up and saw chains with cuffs attached to the ceiling. There was a chest on the right side of the room. Cas approached it and opened it quietly. Inside were several torture weapons, some of which he'd seen, and some of which looked completely alien to him. Where is that hammer? Castiel could still feel its presence, he just had to pinpoint its-

Castiel felt dull pain on his head that sent him crashing forwards and onto the floor. The pain spread and left nothing but numbness behind. He'd felt this before. The hammer. "I guess I didn't hit you hard enough last time," someone said as Castiel passed out.

Cas woke up feeling sharp pain that had spread throughout his entire body. He tried to move, but his hands were tied to something holding them up, and he couldn't feel the ground on his feet. He gradually opened his eyes when he got ahold of most of his senses. He was still in the room, but someone had constricted his hands with the cuffs and chains he'd seen earlier. His shirt and trench coat were missing, exposing his entire torso. "Oh, you're awake, lovely," the familiar voice said from behind him. He tried turning but it was rendered useless.

The woman snickered. "Look at you, an angel exposed to a Djinn, this'll go in the papers!" The woman walked over to face Castiel, making a dull sound with her heels on the dirt-packed floor. She was a brunette that had the face of someone not being able to cause harm. Her features looked much to gentle for someone that has killed many people. She had small, brown eyes and a nose that complimented her. Her hair was parted at the side and well kept, making her clean, pressed uniform very elegant. "I had just gotten out of work when I saw you poking around in my humble of ode," she said, "kinda pissed me off." She pulled out Castiel's angel blade from somewhere behind her and swiftly slashed a line across his chest. He yelled in pain while the Djinn just laughed. "But then I thought of what I had with me, and I found out you were an angel by the way the hammer reacted when I went near you." Castiel still felt it. "Where…" he said softly. The woman just stared at him with an extremely smug smile. She slowly walked behind Cas, not taking her eyes off of him. Cas heard her rummaging through something, and soon the rummaging stopped. "Honey, is this what you were talking about?" she said. Castiel looked up. The hammer collided with his side, knocking the wind out of him and pulling another yell out from his being. A cut from an angel blade felt sharp and stayed in one spot, but a hit from the hammer spread dull pain throughout a large region of space. Castiel sucked in gasps of air, not able to focus with the pain invading him.

"You know, I thought this weapon wasn't going to come in handy in any way," she said, "but I had completely forgotten the point!" She moved to face him while throwing the hammer up and down with her hand. "Think of all the damn money I can make with this! There'll be line after line of people placing bid after bid of money!" Castiel was shocked at what he was hearing. "Are you not aware of the damage that weapon can cause?!" he yelled towards the monster. She looked shocked for a moment. "You're putting anyone that knows about that thing in danger, and it won't end well for them! That hammer can cause unimaginable damage that we couldn't even begin to comprehend. It's going to bring nothing but death to the ones that mistreat it!" The woman composed herself and slowly walked towards Castiel. She pressed the hammer against his stomach, making his skin burn. "I could care less," she whispered. Castiel was dumbfounded. She laughed and backed away. "Besides, it's not going to be my problem once I sell it. I haven't done anything with it to begin with. I guess you could say I'm making a…recalibration for my bidders." The woman slammed the hammer against his chest, making Castiel swing backwards and forwards again. She laughed and the sound boomed throughout the small room. Castiel was on the verge of passing out again. His head throbbed, and he hung it low, trying to face away from the light. Castiel grunted in pain as he felt it take up his entire being. He felt pain all the way down to his angelic soul. It was as if the weapon was tearing at it with every time any contact was made. He forced himself to stay awake. "Looks like it's working," the lady said with a sneer. She laughed again and walked away behind Cas.

He couldn't believe this was happening. Almost anyone was more powerful than this Djinn, anyone being angels or demons. He didn't want to imagine what would happen if either got ahold of the weapon. Castiel closed his eyes and focused on throwing away his terrible thoughts. He had to take initiative and do something… He was tied, there wasn't much he could do in this state. Suddenly, Castiel felt something. Something much too familiar, and it was making its way inside the room. No one else had this much familiarity. The Djinn was rummaging through the chest, probably looking for some better torture weapons, and she hummed to herself while doing so. Castiel looked up and saw Dean slowly making his way down the stairs, followed by Sam. If Cas still had his eyes closed, he never would've known they were even there. The Djinn was still humming, back turned. Dean approached her with a silver knife with a red blade, and Sam was holding a gun towards her. The Winchesters wade their way out of Cas' point of view, and the next thing he heard was a loud yell from the woman. A body fell on the floor, and Sam quickly undid the chains. Cas fell to the floor.

"Hey! Cas!" Dean said. Dean grabbed Cas and held him in his arms. "Dean," Cas said lowly, "she was using the hammer as a torture tool. It took its toll on me." Sam grabbed the hammer from inside the chest. "Are you going to be ok?" Sam asked while holding the hammer.

"Yes, I should recover in some time." Dean was still holding him in his arms. He just stared at Cas and noticed everything the Djinn had done to him and tried to think of a way to fix it.

"What did you want to do with the hamm-" Sam was cut off.

"I'll store it somewhere deep in a mountain where no one can find it. It'll freeze and be forgotten about forever," Castiel said. He finally found the strength to get up. He felt relieved knowing what to do with it, and knowing no one will ever find out about it. Castiel laid out his hand and Sam gave him the weapon. "Meet you back at the motel?" Dean asked. Castiel turned to him. He looked relieved, like he always did after a hunt that went alright. Dean had a carefree smile on his face, kind of like the one Cas had seen in his dream. There was also something else. Dean looked like he could read Cas like an open book. Had he found out? Castiel just decided to smile and worry about it later. "Of course," he said, and flew off.

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Some of the snow from Mt. Everest stayed on his trench coat, and he brushed it away. He'd hid the terrible thing deep inside so it can be forgotten about and never handled with again. Castiel stood in front of the motel door where Sam and Dean were staying at. He teleported inside and found only Dean packing things up for their leave. There were several bags splayed on the bed and clothing hanging out of the bags, and Dean was hectically moving everything around. "What is rushing you?" Castiel asked. Dean had apparently been expecting Cas, for all he said in a calm voice was, "I just want to make sure I get a good night's sleep." Cas' blood ran cold. Dean turned around and smiled smugly to himself, although Castiel thought he meant the smile completely for him. Dean moved the bags out of his bed and laid down, exhaling a deep sigh. Castiel wanted to fill in the silence somehow, and he did the best he could. "Where's Sam?" he asked. Dean laughed very lowly and almost went unnoticed. "He's out and about," Dean said, "won't be back 'till tomorrow."

Dean didn't move from his bed or looked at Castiel. He just stayed relaxed, his eyes closed in peace. There was an air of understanding between them, although Castiel couldn't help but feel the least bit awkward. Dean finally said, "Alright, time to hit the hay. I'll see you…sometime later," he said with one last smug smile. Castiel disappeared.

…

He wanted to give it as much time as it took. For Dean to fall asleep, of course. Castiel had gone to the forest to give himself some time to think… or plan. There was still so many things to say to Dean, he just didn't know how or where to get started. Castiel found it completely useless to plan, and teleported back to the motel a couple of hours later. He found Dean laying on his bed with a small stain of drool on his pillow. He was snoring softly and seemed to enjoy his sleep tonight. Castiel decided to just get this over with. He took a seat next to the couch facing Dean's bed and focused on him alone.

…

There was something different about the scenery this time. Everything was much more serene yet alive. The chimerical air was now completely gone, leaving nothing but true vigor and vivid pictures. He was standing in front of Dean, who was sitting on the familiar boulder. Dean was facing Castiel completely. The wind shook the trees and their clothes up.

"You know, I worry," he said. Castiel wasn't expecting Dean to be this serious all of a sudden. Cas didn't know how to reply. "I just worry about where you're going. I worry about what's going to happen next. I worry about what you're getting yourself into. So when I see something, anything, go wrong, I can't help but feel like I helped make the problem happen." Castiel was listening now, less in shock, and more intrigued. "I can't help but feel like crap when something's wrong with you. I try my best to look out for you, but when something goes wrong and I can't or don't know how to fix it I just- I just…" Dean trailed off. Castiel approached him and sat besides him. Castiel looked right into Dean's emerald eyes and nothing else. He sent Dean a look that sent total compassion. "I'll always be fine, Dean," he leaned in and pressed his lips against Dean's. Dean kissed back and gently grabbed the back of Castiel's neck to press him towards Dean. Cas grabbed the front of Dean's shirt and clenched his fists, not letting Dean or himself be separated. Castiel kept separating his lips from Dean just to go in for another graze at his lips again. Dean finally took a break but pressed his forehead against Castiel's, feeling his heavy breathing.

After a moment, Dean went back at it while undoing Castiel's shirt little by little. He laid Cas down against the boulder. Castiel opened his eyes. "Dean," he said. "Yeah?" Dean asked while keeping his lips close to his. "Let's…" Cas didn't finish. "Let's what?" Dean asked. Castiel just pulled Dean in for a long, warm caress with each other's lips. Dean had closed his eyes and reopened them. They were back in the motel, but Castiel was still below Dean, who now seemed flustered and had crazy hair. Dean just smiled and kept smacking his lips against his. He undid Castiel's entire shirt and Dean pulled back. He admired Castiel's well-built body. His skin was golden and the shadows dormed by the low lighting amplified the curves of Castiel's amazingly muscled body. His chest was broad, and his abs were well-toned and sexually frustrating. "Holy shit…" he muttered. Dean slipped off his jacket and threw his shirt across the room. He leaned in towards Castiel, closing any space between them. They continued making out. Cas felt Dean's every amazing muscle against his. His hands grabbed at every inch of Dean's muscular back, and he slipped them into Dean's pants, feeling the perky muscle there. Dean undid Cas' pants and let them fall on the floor. He moaned softly when he finally got some relief from taking those pants off. Dean massaged the big tent pitched in Castiel's boxer briefs while ravaging him with his lips. Dean slowly traced a trail of kisses as he made his way down Castiel's torso and finally reached his tent. Dean slipped off the rest of Castiel's clothing while slowly licking his lips. Castiel's cock bounced out, hard and swollen from the friction Dean had caused. "You and me both, buddy," he said while admiring Castiel. Dean slowly approached his dick, seeing a drop of precum making its way down Castiel's shaft and the rest of his length until it finally hit the base of his cock. Dean took Castiel's dick in with one quick motion. Cas groaned very lowly. Castiel filled Dean up, and he made sure of it. Dean started slowly at first, but gradually took in more and more of Castiel. Cas groaned and arched his back in pleasure. "Ngh… mmh," he moaned. He grabbed Dean's head and pushed it downwards slowly, making him take in more inches of his dick.

It felt amazing having his cock inside of Dean's perfect mouth. His lips were warm, pouty, and wet, and Dean was now taking up every inch of Castiel up. Everything was warm and wet where it should have been, and Dean made Cas groan in utter pleasure. "Dean…" he said. Dean let Castiel's dick free from his mouth with a loud, wet pop. He kissed his way back up to nick at Castiel's neck. Cas wrapped his arms around him and pushed him downwards. Dean smelled like oaks and spices, a familiar smell he had come to know. Cas moaned and whimpered as Dean nicked at his sensitive neck, sucking and biting playfully all over the place. His hands moved down to unfasten Dean's jeans, and they brushed against something very hard and thick. Dean threw his pants somewhere in the room, and Castiel saw as he took off his boxer briefs. He was still nicking at Castiel's neck, and from this view, all he saw was Dean's amazing back and great ass, and all he felt was Dean's hard dick slap against his own. Cas grabbed at Dean's ass and continually clenched and unclenched his hands, trying to memorize how amazing it felt. Dean shivered at the tender touch and growled in Castiel's moved upwards and grabbed Castiel's cock so it faced Dean's ass. Cas realized what he was going for. "Dean, I-" Cas was cut off by the pleasure of feeling himself entering Dean again. Dean stood up and gently rode Castiel's dick. Cas arched his head back. "For fuck's sake, Dean," Castiel moaned. Dean snickered and took in more inches of Castiel. Dean groaned as he rocked up and down, picking up the speed. "Damn it…Cas…" Dean said. Dean bent down and planted his pouty lips against Castiel's. He rocked back and forth now, all the while looking right into Castiel's crystal blue eyes. One look said everything. Everything misunderstood between them was done with. All Dean was worried about was making the best out of this night. Dean buried his face next to Castiel's. Dean rocked his hips back and forth quickly now, earning several low groans from Castiel. Dean got back up again and rode Castiel harder than ever before. He loved seeing Cas like this, all scrunched up in pleasure. He loved when his abs and chest scrunched up, and he loved how it felt to have his strong hands on his hips. "God, yeah!" Cas groaned as Dean rode him. "Mmm, damn," Dean growled as he felt every inch of Castiel's cock inside of him. Castiel felt warm and safe with Dean, like he could trust him anytime.

Dean finally took Castiel's dick out his ass and bent down to lay against him full bodied. He kissed Castiel passionately.

Castiel felt amazing. "Dean… I want to repay you," he said. He turned over and faced Dean with his bare back and ass. "Cas, it's gonna hurt," he said. "Please, Dean," he said lowly. Dean was baffled. He bent down and kissed Cas tenderly on his cheek. Dean grabbed at a bottle inside the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed. He admired Cas' amazing ass and sexy back. He loved how he'd given himself entirely to Dean. It drove him insane.

He opened the plastic bottle and poured the lubricant all over Castiel's ass, and Dean licked his lips as he saw some drops make their way down Castiel's toned back. Dean massaged Cas' rear, making his skin look shiny and golden. Dean decided to take this slowly for Cas, so he massaged his back for some time, relaxing him and making him feel comfortable.

Cas exhaled and unclenched his muscles as he felt Dean's amazing hands work all over his back. Sometimes Cas shivered because of the sweet spots Dean would get, but it felt amazing nonetheless. "Dean…that feels amazing," he said. "I just want you to feel relaxed," Dean responded.

It was amazing Dean cared even now. Cas had never felt so connected and safe with anyone like this before. Dean moved his hands to Castiel's ass, parting his cheeks and making an entrance. "Alright Cas, I'll take it slow and easy," Dean assured.

"Mm-hmm," Cas said, somewhat nervous. Dean first shoved the head of his dick in, and Cas inhaled and exhaled strongly. Dean moaned and couldn't wait to take up more of Cas.

He gently pulled out and struck again, going little by little inside. He kept at it until half of his dick was in, and he moaned loudly. "Holy fuck, Cas." Castiel was scrunching up his face and exhaling heavily. Dean went in again, but Cas couldn't take the slowness of the process. Cas pushed himself back, taking up every inch of Dean's dick swiftly. "Ah!" Dean yelled, not expecting the notion. Cas groaned, and Dean got right down to business. He pushed his dick in and out of Cas, enjoying every single motion they both made. It started slow at first, but Dean gradually sped up as Cas got used to it. Eventually, Cas started pushing himself back to get the best out of Dean. "Dean…ngh," Cas grunted and kept going. Dean was muttering obscenities. "Mm…Damn, Cas…feels fucking good…come on…"

Cas noticed Dean had stopped after some time. He turned around and saw that Dean wanted him to flip over. He did, and Dean bent down to kiss Castiel passionately, pressing his body against his and holding his face with both his hands. Dean invaded Castiel's mouth with his hot, wet tongue, and Cas responded as well. Dean gradually made his way down Castiel's body, exhaling on his torso and making him shiver. Dean sat up, put Cas' legs over his shoulders, and pulled him closer. Dean looked at him and inserted his cock inside of Cas once more. Cas inhaled and let himself get lost in the pleasure Dean was bestowing upon him. Dean bent down while fucking into Cas, and all Cas did was close his eyes. He wanted to remember what this felt like. He registered Dean's thick, long dick and how it felt going in and out of him. He took note of how Dean's lips were soft, pouty, and perfect for Cas. He remembered how hard Dean's muscled body felt, and how amazing it felt to have his body pressed up against Castiel. He noticed how Dean held his face just so he could kiss Castiel.

Everything was amazing, and it got better when Dean picked up the speed. "Mm, Cas you feel so fucking amazing," he muttered. He sat back up and admired Castiel. His blue eyes stood out, dazed in the pleasure of having Dean with him. "Dean," he said, "don't stop." Cas surprised himself when he said it, but he knew it was true. "Oh," Dean teased, "so did you want me to go faster then?" Dean rode Castiel deeper and faster. Cas inhaled. "Mmm…" was all that came out of him. "What was that?" Dean whispered. "Yes," Castiel said. "That's what I like to hear." Dean finally went as fast as he could, ramming his dick inside of Castiel and hearing the satisfying slap with every penetration. "Oh god, Dean," Cas said. "Ngh, Cas. You feel so fucking great. Agh, mm, come on," Dean muttered. "Dean… god Dean," Cas said. "Say my fucking name," he said. "Ah!" Dean had hit Castiel's sweet spot, and he moaned loudly every time he penetrated it again. "Yeah, you fucking like that, don't you?"

Cas groaned and Dean kept fucking into him. He realized something. "Dean…I'm going to…" he didn't finish. "I've got you, Cas," Dean said with a smile. Dean kept going into him. Cas felt the urgency and he was afraid Dean would stop at any given moment. "Come on, Cas, do it."

"Mm…oh…ngh!" Cas touched himself and came all over his abs. Dean got lost staring at Castiel, admiring how beautiful he was. His muscled scrunched up as he came in bursts. "Dean!"

"Oh, Cas," Dean said, still fucking into Castiel, "you're so fucking amazing." Cas grunted and moaned. He finally came to a stop and lay there, staring at Dean as he fucked into him. Dean pulled out and jacked himself off. "Cas…I'm gonna…mm."

Dean growled and shot his load all over Cas, grunting as he was doing so. "Oh, Cas!" he yelled. Cas felt Dean's warm cum get all over his abs. Cas saw Dean breathing heavily and tensing up his muscles. "Mm…oh…" Dean finally calmed down and just stared at Castiel and smiled to himself, trying to remember how this entire night had felt. He looked at Cas and smiled, and he did the same. Dean laid down next to Cas and got some napkins from the nightstand. He passed them over to Cas, and he cleaned himself up. Cas was smiling like an idiot, still on the high from the amazing sex.

Cas tossed the dirty napkins into a small trash can and rested his head on Dean's broad chest. Dean played with his hair. "I just don't want anything to go wrong in your life," he said. Cas was almost instantaneously asleep. "Mm-hmm," he mumbled. Before falling asleep, Castiel heard deep, husky words from Dean. "Sweet dreams."

Alright, so, yeah. That was the last chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed being part of the story as much as I did! I just wanted to let you guys know that I haven't been writing as often as I usually do because I haven't gotten many breaks because of school and extra curricular activities, so I apologize for that. On the other hand, I've decided to start a completely new story that isn't fanfiction based. I've already started working on it, and I've thought things out for the story. Problem is, I don't know where to post it. Message me, leave a review, do something letting me know where I can put original stories. Don't worry, I won't be giving up on fanfiction any time! I have another short, quick fanfic that I still need to type out, so look out for that. And I think that by the time I post that fanfic, I'll have things figured out for how you can read my original story :3. Anyways, I just wanted to fill you guys in and apologizing for my absence. Overall, for my first time, I think this story did pretty good! I thank each and every one of you for making me realize that people want me to carry on my writing. It's amazing! You are all wonderful, and I'm glad you were part of this story :D! So don't forget to give me your thoughts with a review. I shall see you in some short amount of time. Goodbye for now! ~ ChancellorEco