***SPOILER/WARNING*** drug use in this chapter ***SPOILER/WARNING***

Castiel was a pain in the ass to sleep with, and Dean was just about ready to kick him out of his own bed, but he woke up. "Hi Dean," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey Cas," he mumbled back, all of the frustration from how sloppily the other slept washing away as he took in how rumpled he was, and his hard cock pressing against his thigh through his boxers. "Sleep well?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I not have music. I always have music. Hard to sleep without it."

"Why didn't you put some on?"

"Though it be rude."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Has that ever been a concern for you?"

"You have point," Castiel muttered, rolling over on to his back, letting Dean take him in from the side. "I need shower."

"Want me to go?"

"Unless you want come in with me?"

Dean grinned. "Can we have sex?"

"No."

His face fell. "Then I'll pass."

"Suit yourself," he said, pushing himself up to roll of of his bed, landing gracefully on his feet. "Come join if you want."

"I think I'll just go in to my room."

Castiel didn't say anything else, just stripping off what he had on, which were his boxers, exposing his tight and toned ass to Dean.

Dean crawled haphazardly out of the bed as he stared at him, stepping to Castiel who was walking in to his bathroom. He grabbed his hips and stepped close. "You're so fucking sexy," he muttered, voice still sleep-scratchy.

"I know. Now let me shower."

"You sure you want to go in now?" he muttered, dragging his fingers across his skin, down and forward, hitting at the v in his hips. Castiel leaned his head back, hair falling on Dean's shoulder and neck. "We could have some fun…"

"Yes. I want shower."

"You sure?" Dean asked again, latching his lips on to Castiel's shoulder, feeling his muscles move underneath them.

"I… I'm sure."

"You don't sound so sure."

Castiel groaned as Dean's fingers continued to brush almost obnoxiously over the low v in his hips, moving closer to the base of his hardening cock with every swipe of his fingertips. "You have-" he gasped as Dean kissed his shoulder, brushing his fingers across him in just the right way. "-two options. You stop that now and you get in shower with me, or I beat you up."

"Can't we do both?"

"You masochist?"

"Little bit."

Castiel whipped around on him, raising his hands to clutch hard on his shoulders. "Then get in shower. Now."

Dean smirked. "Pushy."

And he was.

Dean really hadn't much of a clue as to how domineering Castiel was until he'd confessed his not-so-secret secret, unleashing a side of the other he didn't know existed until just that moment, and one he didn't want to see leave. Ever.

Castiel had him pinned up against the slick shower wall, hot water blasting down one them as he sucked harsh bruises in to his neck and shoulders, clutching hard enough on his arms to leave marks as he rolled his hips up in to him, causing the both of them to moan from time to time.

"You not allowed to turn me on," Castiel said biting Dean. "and then expect me not to fuck you."

"You wanna fuck?"

"Of course I do."

Dean smirked. "Then fuck me."

It didn't take Castiel long to step out of the shower to find a bottle of lube, nor to turn Dean and push him against the wall away from the water, pressing him face first in to the shower wall as he dropped to his knees, massaging his hands over Dean's ass. "Such a perfect ass." He kissed one of the cheeks, giving his ass another squeeze before parting him open, pressing another kiss.

Dean tensed. "What are you doing?"

"Prepping you."

"Can't you just… hurry. And do it with your fingers."

Castiel sighed. "I guess."

It didn't take him long to stretch and relax Dean, fucking him with his fingers until he was satisfied, then lubing himself up, pushing in to Dean, earning a quiet moan in return.

"Shh," he hushed, giving Dean a moment to adjust, moving once he knew he was ready, feeling his muscles relax under and around him. "We in shower. Sound carry."

"Fuck," Dean muttered, resting his forehead against the wall as Castiel pushed in and out of him, one hand grasping his shoulder, the other wrapped around him, pressing in to his belly. "It feels so good."

"It been a few days," Castiel muttered back, sliding his hand down Dean's front. "Funny how addicted we are to it."

"Ha-ard not to be," Dean hiccuped as Castiel wrapped his fingers around his cock, still pumping in and out of him. "You're so good."

Castiel smiled, fucking in to Dean a bit harder, pressing a kiss to his back as he slid his hand up his cock. "You not too bad either. And so fucking sexy."

"You think I'm se-exy?" Castiel's hand felt like heaven wrapped around him, his kisses over his back so soft compared to how hard he was being fucked, but he didn't care. It felt amazing, and he couldn't bare to hold back the moan caught in his throat anymore.

"So sexy," he responded, pumping his hand faster up and down Dean's cock, slowing to rub his thumb over the tip every once in a while, catching the drips of pre-come, urging to lap them up, up Dean was impatient, dropping his hand down to cover Castiel's, guiding it the best he could, but Castiel was stubborn, purposely slowing down just to tease Dean. He could feel him shaking beneath and around him, and he smirked.

Dean moaned again. "Cas, god. Stop teasing."

"It my favorite thing to do."

Castiel was still fucking in to him, harder and harder, and Dean was releasing small whimper and moans, face pressed hard in to the warming tiled wall, breathing hard. "Please. Cas, please…"

Castiel came in to him without much of a warning, and Dean was upset about how selfish the other had been until Castiel pulled out, turning Dean around as he dropped to his knees, grabbing his hips.

Dean braced himself against the wall behind him as Castiel moved in, licking a stripe up his cock before taking him in his mouth. Dean gasped and fisted his fingers in his hair. "Fuck, Cas."

Castiel hummed around him is response, and Dean knocked his head back against the wall. "I'm close."

Castiel hummed again, and it wasn't long before Dean was coming down his throat with a moan, sliding down the wall to his knees when Castiel pulled back. "Fuck."

Castiel smirked, letting Dean rest his head on his shoulder as he calmed down, swallowing what was left in his mouth. "Feel good?"

"You know that it fucking did."

Castiel just grinned. "Come on. We need actually shower. You can get pissy later." He pushed himself to his feet, and Dean followed him up.

"I'm not pissy."

They finished their shower, separating after to put on their own clothes before meeting down at the dining room for breakfast, both acting like there was nothing between them in front of Viktor and the rest of Castiel's family. Only one of them knew, and she was perfectly content to remain quiet about it.

Everything went fine until Viktor called them to his office.

"What we doing here?" Castiel asked as he sat himself down in his fathers chair, rolling it to the other side of the desk beside Dean, who was in a stationary wooden chair.

Viktor watched his son roll around, rolling his eyes and grabbing a different chair for himself, sitting down. "You know what in those bags we took?"

"Coke?" Castiel asked, recalling the piles of white underneath the ceiling caulk.

Viktor nodded. "Solid, bound bricks." He reached down, pulling up one of the duffle bags, dropping it on his desk. "I have no use for them, but I not going to just give them away-" he laughed. "No. That bastard still owe me money, and this how I getting it back."

They were both quiet for a moment. Dean swallowed. "Do… do you want us to sell it?"

Viktor shook his head. "No. Well, yes. You sell to dealers."

"No," Castiel said bluntly, planting his feet solidly on the ground instead of the legs of his chair. "I not selling fucking coke."

"Yes you are."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"I said no!"

"You want Dean gone?"

Both men on the other side of Viktor froze, and he looked satisfied about that.

"What you mean?" Castiel asked wearily, actually yearning to reach out for Dean's hand.

"I mean if you not do this, Dean will leave here. Go home."

"He is home."

"This not his actual home, Castiel!"

Castiel's fingers had tightened around the armrests of his chair, arms barred, ready to push himself to his feet, but he held back. "Who says?"

"Why you so attached to this boy?" Viktor asked, looking between the two of them.

"Can I go-"

"-No." both Viktor and Castiel blurted out, barely looking at Dean as they cut him off.

"Because he my friend," Castiel eventually said. "I know him when we young, and I know him now again. I not want send my friend in to danger. I want protect him. That why I asked you to do so."

"And you think he not want protect you? Castiel, you going to do this. Dean just be there to help you. To protect you. His job."

They were quiet for a minute. "So he has to leave if we not… Sell?"

Viktor nodded. "You wouldn't have such an objection if he wasn't here. I expect you to act the same now." Castiel was still quiet, and Dean had nothing to add, so Viktor continued. "I have many men underneath me Castiel, men who do this dirty work. All I want is for you to sell to them."

"Why don't you do it?"

"I can't have my face attached to it, and they know you. They trust you. Less chance of bad things happening."

"Still a chance."

"Yes or no, Castiel. Choose."

Viktor was done arguing it, and as stubborn and hard-headed as Castiel was, he knew where his bounds landed. He shoved himself out of the chair, pushing hard enough on it to send it rolling backwards as he grabbed the duffle bag on his fathers desk, slinging it over his shoulder as he turned and stormed out.

Dean scrambled up out of his chair after him, but Viktor stopped him for just a moment. "I not know what going on between you and my son, but it need to stop."

Dean looked back at him. "I don't know what you're talking about." And then he was done, chasing after Castiel who was in the main foyer, closer to the garage than him. He ran to him. "Cas! Cas, slow down."

Castiel whipped around on him. "No. Go do something else, Dean. You not coming."

"Bullshit I'm not coming. Of course I am."

"No you not." Castiel pushed Dean out of his way as he stepped in to the garage. "You staying here."

"Says who," Dean asked, walking faster to beat Castiel to his car.

"Says me."

Castiel made the mistake of unlocking his car with his beeper, letting Dean in without much of a fight. He tossed the duffle bag in the back seat before stepping to the front, refusing to get in until Dean got out. "Leave."

"Nope."

"You not coming."

"Yes I am."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

Castiel reached to his thigh for his gun, pulling it out. He aimed at Dean. "No."

Dean rolled his eyes. "That's not gonna work on me. I have a gun too."

Castiel scoffed. "As if you can hit anything."

Dean refused to budge, even when Castiel cocked it back, and the other was forced to give in, crawling up in to the seat. He put the key in he ignition, though didn't turn it on.

They were quiet. "Why don't you want me to come?"

Castiel looked at him. "I don't… need you to see this. It… nasty…"

"My job is to protect you, Castiel." Dean shifted in his seat, reaching over to cup the other's face. Castiel brought up a hand to hold on to Dean's wrist. "I know you don't need it, and I know I'm not much help, but I want to be there." He leaned in closer, brushing his nose up his cheek. "I need to be there."

Castiel was watching him, and cautiously, he leaned in, kissing Dean for a moment before breaking, separating himself from Dean completely. "Okay. You have to go along with everything. It… Dean, you can't decide to stop. It get intense. I…" He took a deep breath. "Okay." He nodded to himself. "Okay." He turned on the car. "Okay."

Despite having fought his father so viscously, Castiel seemed to know exactly what he was doing and where he was going. Dean was brought to wonder if he'd ever done this before, but that seemed to contradict his fathers words, and that was a road he didn't want to go down.

Dean didn't pursue that thought too much more.

They'd pulled up outside of what looked like an old factory and Dean felt a bit of terror just at the fact that it seemed to be such a cliche place to be murdered. He shivered despite it not being cold. "We going in there?"

Castiel nodded. "Mhmm." It was a beat before he opened his door, sliding out. He reached in to the back to grab the duffle bag, and Dean decided it was time he hopped out.

"So what do we do here?"

"Follow me." He hoisted the duffle bag over his shoulder.

Dean followed him forward to the entrance of the building, watching as he slammed his fist against the solid metal door, which cracked open enough to see them after a minute, then all the way open.

A man stepped forward. "Jacob, you douche!" The guy inside called, reaching forward to grab Castiel's shoulder. "How you doing, you fucker?"

"Busy, as usual," Castiel said back, but Dean's eyes widened in shock, and then confusion. Castiel's accent was completely gone, replaced with a vaguely Boston sounding one. And he'd responded to the name Jacob.

The man with his hand on Castiel's shoulder laughed. "I'm not surprised, man. I am not surprised." He looked over his shoulder to look at Dean. "And who's this asshole?"

"Brandon," Castiel butted in before Dean could say anything. "He's new."

"Clearly." They were in the center of the building, which looked a lot cozier than Dean had anticipated it to be. It was like somebody lived there. "So, why're you here?"

"Got some more stuff for you, man."

"Good stuff?

"The best we got."

Dean was still amazed at his accent. He missed it.

The man laughed. "You always do got it, don't you?" He laughed again. "Show me what you got, man."

Castiel dropped his bag on a metal cutting table, and the other man stepped forward, unzipping it. "Solid-pound bricks."

The man took one from the bag, flipping it in his hands before setting it down. He tore open one side of the brick, and the fine white powder dribbled out on the the table. "Buyers sample?"

Castiel laughed. "You know it."

The man laughed again, and Dean figured he was pretty happy, for a drug dealer.

He pulled out his wallet to grab a card, cutting and filing thin lines of the white powder on the table. He bent down, but froze as he looked up at the last second, noticing Dean's eyes glued to him.

He pointed, standing back up slowly. "Him first."

Dean tried not to let any shock or worry show on his face, hoping that Castiel would help him, or fix this.

"Why?" Castiel asked.

"I don't trust him."

Castiel bit the inside of his lip. "Whatever. He's cool."

"Still gotta earn my trust," he explained.

"Whatever," Castiel said again. He walked forward, up to the table. "I get to go first, though."

The man clapped his hand on the back of Castiel's shoulder. "Atta boy! Just like back when. Jacob and Michael, back at it again."

Castiel laughed, looking at Dean as he lowered down in front of the table. He was sending him a gaze, trying to get him to watch, to understand how to do this. He covered one side of his nose, and sucked up, doing the three line the other had cut out quickly.

When he pulled, back he shook his head and wiped his nose. "God, it's been a long time since I've done that." He shook his head again, then looked at Dean. "Come on, Brandon."

Dean carefully made his way forward, lowering himself down to the table in front of the lines the man, Michael, had just cut. He looked at Castiel, covering his nose. Castiel nodded almost imperceptibly at him, and Dean went for it, snorting one of the lines up.

It stung the inside of his nose all the way up through his head, burning him. He winced, but kept going, snorting up the next, then the third. The burning didn't stop, even when he stood and wiped under his nose. He shook his head continually, barely noticing when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Hey! You're not too bad, man," Michael said, slapping his shoulder. He nudged Dean out of the way to get to the pile, and he took his chance to step to Castiel, fisting his fingers in his shirt, staring up at him with worried and pleading eyes.

"Shhh, it okay," Castiel whispered in his real voice, bringing his hand up, finger hooking under his chin, his thumb brushing across the top, right below his lip. "It okay. You going to be okay." He looked over to Michael, taking a chance to lean in and kiss Dean's nose. "You going to be okay."

Michael had finished the line, so Castiel stepped back, making Dean let go of his shirt. He nodded at him a few times, letting him know once again, that he would be okay.

"Looks clean," Michael said, turning back to Castiel. "What you selling for?"

Castiel looked over at the duffle bag, then back at Michael. "Thirty a brick."

Michael groaned, but Dean didn't understand why. He had more than that in his wallet. "Man, that's too much."

"That's what it's going for on the streets."

"Exactly why I can't go that high."

Castiel sighed, looking over the bricks again. "I can go twenty-six. No less."

Michael groaned again, bringing his hand up to run through his hair. "Fuck, man…"

"It's good stuff."

"It is…" He dragged his hand down his face, looking back over at the bag. "Fuck, man. You got it."

Michael turned to stalk off to one of the safes he had in the farthest back corner of the room they were in. Castiel turned to Dean, stepping to him to grab his hand, squeezing it quickly. "You doing good."

Dean was still freaking out, but he nodded. He was terrified. The drugs weren't doing much of anything to him at the moment, and he was almost hopeful that they wouldn't have an effect, but he knew it was pointless to waste wishes on things that would never come true.

He was staring at Castiel when Michael spoke. "So you hear about all the shit going down between the families these past few months?"

"No," Castiel replied, turning and hopping up on the table by the duffle bag. Dean stepped over to him, leaning on the cool metal beside him. He placed a hand on Castiel's thigh. "What's going on?"

"Well the Matveevs stole that one boy. The Novak's kid." Dean wondered how weird it was for Castiel to hear gossip about his on family. "But the two guys who took him were attacked by some lifeguard. That one guy died but the other came back and told his story. And then apparently there were some hits put out, and there's all this shit going down. I'd anticipate a war pretty damn soon."

"Really?" Dean asked, and Castiel elbowed him lightly.

"Yep," Michael said, working his way back over to Castiel with stacks of bound bills in his hands. Dean took his hand off of Castiel's thigh.

Michael handed the stacks to Castiel who began to count while he took out the bricks of cocaine from the bag. "I've got fifteen," he said as Castiel finished counting the stacks.

"I've got four hundred." He counted out 1000, handing it back to Michael, who gave him the empty bag. He dropped the stacks of bills in to it.

"You're a good kid, Jacob," Michael said, clapping Castiel's back as he hopped off of the table, slinging the now-zipped bag over his shoulder. "You're a good kid."

"You're not too bad yourself," Castiel said, shaking Michael's shoulder. They smiled and laughed at each other. Castiel looked back over his shoulder. "He doesn't look like he's doing to good." He turned back to Michael. "Never really been in to hard drugs."

Michael nodded. "He'll get used to it."

The both laughed and looked at Dean, who did look a little worse off for wear. His eyes were wide, but he tried to remain normal. "That he will. I should probably get him somewhere else, though."

"Taking your money and running." Michael laughed and shook his head. "Whatever, man. Hit me up some other time. You know I'm always good for it."

"I know it."

There was a pause where they were unsure of what to do, but Castiel stuck out his hand, and Michael grabbed it. They shook and laughed, dropping their hands. "I need to go now."

Michael nodded as Castiel began to walk out, his fingers curling in to Dean's shirt to keep him walking behind him. "I'll see you later, man."

"Yeah," Castiel said with a final nod, stepping out of the building. He walked faster once the door was shut, getting Dean to the car and strapped in, tossing the duffle bag in the back before hopping in the front.

He started up the car, peeling out of the lot where they were. "Shit, Dean. Are you okay?" His voice was finally back to normal.

"I'm really hot, and your eyes are big."

Castiel looked over at him. "Shit. This stuff is taking effect fast."

Dean blinked a few times. "Why did he think thirty a pound was so much? that's not that much."

"Thirty thousand, Dean."

That makes sense. "Shit. That's a lot of money."

"It sure is." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I'm not gonna make it home." He took a quick turn, heading away from where Dean knew their house was.

"Where are we going?"

"Safe house. Or, apartment."

"I feel like I'm in some sort of noir film when I'm around you. Guns. Drug deals. Sex. It's crazy."

"Yeah, well, you wanted me."

"And I still do. God. It's all so hot." Dean stretched his legs, pushing down on his crotch, turning his head back he pushed it in to the head rest.

Castiel was watching him. "Dean.. Dean, are you horny?"

"Oh god yes."

Castiel laughed. "Much better than being nervous, huh?"

Dean rolled around the best he could. "I don't have much of a choice."

"Just don't fight it."

He didn't. It was a blur for him, getting in to the apartment Castiel had pulled up to, and really not that much better once he was inside, but it was happier in there. Castiel had finally loosened up, and they were laughing at nothing, and how seemingly hard it was to walk with the floor doing the moving for them.

They had collapsed in to each other on the bed in one of the back rooms, and Dean had kissed him right there.

It took some time for them to actually get to having sex, both too enamored with each other's hair, or eyes, or touch, all of them so new. Castiel's skin didn't feel like his skin when Dean touched it, and Dean's lips didn't feel the same, but it was so familiar, and so exciting, neither one of them wanted to stop.

Dean didn't know where he was when he finally woke up, but he was naked with Castiel wrapped around him, bites and hickeys all over their bodies. He didn't really care.

Castiel woke up after a while, and they lay in bed together, still trying to sober up. Not so much from the drugs, but sleep itself. When he felt better, Castiel led Dean down to the car, and he took off towards home.

"Is that was coke is always like?" Dean asked, head resting against the cool window of the car.

"Sometimes. It different every time."

"Wow…"

They were quiet. "Did you really not know what I meant by 'thirty' last night?"

Dean laughed, one in part from how stupid he'd probably sounded, and the rest from the fact that it was about 3am. "I think I was just nervous."

"I could tell. You have some amazing fucking sex when you high, though. You.. it was good."

Dean grinned. "Really?"

They'd pulled up to the gate, where Castiel swiped his card. It lifted in front of them, and Dean wondered how cool that would have been to look at just a few hours before. "Yeah. You did this thing, with your hips… At least I think you did. Maybe I just really high."

Dean laughed. "It was kinda scary when it happened…"

"…But it was fun, right?" Castiel finished his sentence for him, and Dean nodded.

"So fun."

They let the car remain silent as the drove the winding road back to Castiel's home. Once in the garage, Dean crawled out, following Castiel, who had grabbed the duffle bag, back in to the house and straight to his father's office, where he was still up taking calls.

He threw the duffle bag on his desk. "Sold all fifteen for twenty-six a piece. Now, if you don't mind, I going to bed, and suck Dean's dick. I think we've both deserved that."

Viktor's eyes were wide as he stared at his son, who had appeared from nowhere to him. "What? No."

"What? No sleeping, or no sucking dick? Because I doing both of those tonight."

Dean was shocked at how easily Castiel spoke of his sex life in front of his father.

"Why you saying this to me?" Viktor asked.

"Because I apparently have thing with Dean! Enough of thing for you to risk me falling in to addiction again. I did lines tonight, father."

"And why'd you do that?"

"Because I had to sell stupid fucking cocaine." He scoffed. "Who cares. I need sleep." He turned his back on his father, storming out of the room. "Dean. Now," he demanded over his shoulder, not bothering to stop.

He didn't have to. Dean followed him through the house and up to his room, where, to his surprise, he hugged him after the door was shut. It was a hard hug, one where he slammed himself in to him, arms wrapping so tight around him Dean couldn't move.

He didn't want to.

He wrapped his arms around him the best he could. "Cas?"

"I was scared earlier, Dean. It your first time doing it ever, but it my first time in years. I… Oh god…" He squeezed Dean tighter, and he wasn't going to complain. Castiel was showing true compassion.

"What happened? What's wrong? We got through it okay, didn't we?"

"We did. But Dean, I was an addict. I so scared I'd fall back in to it. That it'd feel so good I couldn't resist." He pulled back enough to look at Dean. "You kept me grounded."

They kissed, Castiel raising his arms up to wrap around Dean's neck, fingers fisting in his hair while Dean dropped his arms down low, cupping under his ass to hold him close.

And all they did was kiss. It was the first time where it was a mutual kiss that didn't lead up to something else. It was a proclamation of feelings, and thanks, and true care for each other. They weren't going to have sex after, and the kiss wasn't done just for the hell of it.

They were kissing almost out of love, and it was amazing.

"Can we please sleep," Castiel asked when he broke, his breathing hard. He didn't want to break away from Dean, so he didn't.

Dean didn't break away either. "Of course." He kissed him softly. "Come on."

He cradled him close as he led him over to his bed, laying him down to take of their clothes before guiding him to scoot up his bed.

He kissed him when he had him situated comfortably on his pillows. He had himself propped up by his elbow right beside him. "Thank you, Cas."

"No. Thank you."

Dean smiled down at him, cupping his face. He rubbed his thumb across his cheek. "You were so brave for me today."

"Not really."

"You kept me safe."

"And you did so for me, too."

He was watching him with a smile, amazed at how open Castiel was being with him that night.

"You're very open tonight."

"You deserve it." Castiel's eyes were drifting shut. He was already half asleep.

Dean looked over him, taking every little thing he could, from the few nicks on his face to his soft and pouty lips and gentle eyes looking up at him.

He laughed, ready for bed himself. "I can't believe you let me break your shell."

"It be right back up tomorrow."

He nestled himself down on Castiel's chest, removing his hand from his face to rest across his stomach. "I know. Just let me enjoy it for now."

"I not imagine doing anything else."

I am so so sorry this took so long. I was just busy, and you guys, I'm really bad at sex scenes, and to start off a chapter that way... I just couldn't get in to it, and then I was really busy again...

I hate to say it, but the next chapter may be just as long a wait as this one. Maybe not, because Christmas break is in 3 weeks, and I'll have times then, plus the rest of this weekend...

I also didn't want to end the chapter this way, but I figured it was an okay place to stop, and I really needed to get this out, so... Yeah.

Anyway, thanks for sticking with this despite my shitty updating. It means a lot!