Wow sorry this took about 9000 years but some cool stuff happens I think so

Castiel was an absolute mess. It had only been once, but the lines he had done the day before had him reeling, wanting just another taste of it. Dean was glad none was left in the house. He didn't think he could hold the other back if there was.

But it gave them time to be together. They had to keep Castiel on house lock-in, unwilling to let him go out for fear that he'd find some coke on the street. There were moments when he physically fought Dean to go out, but he mostly spent his time in their living room, watching television shows that didn't have much substance.

He snapped out of it after about two weeks. Dean didn't know what happened, but he came downstairs one morning to find Castiel sleep rumpled and curled up on the couch with a blanket around him, the television on.

"Cas?" he asked, and Castiel looked up.

"Dean? Hi Dean."

Dean smiled, walking over to him. "How're you feeling?"

"I not sleep," he responded, patting the seat beside him. Dean plopped down, and Castiel curled in to him, nuzzling his nose against his neck.

Dean laughed. "Your nose is freezing! What are you doing?"

"I not having urges."

"What?"

"Urges. I not having any."

Dean looked down at him, wrapping an arm around him, holding on to his shoulder. "None?"

"None."

"Baby," Dean started, stretching across his body to cup Castiel's chin, tipping his head up to kiss him. Castiel hadn't reacted to the pet-name, but Dean wasn't going to make a habit of using it. They both smiled when they broke the kiss. "That's so amazing."

"It because of you."

"Because of me?"

"Because of you."

Castiel was grinning up at Dean, and Dean couldn't help but to smile back. "You're cute and happy when you're tired."

"Don't get used to it."

"Cas…" Dean bumped his nose against his, and Castiel leaned up to kiss him, pulling his warm hands out of the blanket to cup his face. He broke the kiss to shift himself, straddling Dean's lap with the blanket still around him, and then kissed him again.

It started off soft, their touches light on each other, but Castiel's tongue barely brushed Dean's lips, and they were off, hands sliding under clothes and over skin, tongues fucking in to each other's mouths, moans escaping with every roll of their hips.

Dean had his hand up the back of Castiel's shirt, the other on his neck when Viktor came in. "What are you doing!?"

He was so shocked he jumped, knocking Castiel off of his lap, though one of his legs remained around him as he fell between the small gap between his thigh and the arm rest of the couch.

Castiel had one of his hands in Dean's hair, and he refused to remove it as Dean tried to explain himself. "Well, I'm, uhh…-"

"-Making out with my son? What are you doing to him!?"

"Uhh, you just sai-"

"-Why!?"

Castiel was twirling his finger in Dean's hair, right behind his ear, and Dean couldn't help but to relax in to it, losing his train of thought. "Oh…" he breathed when Castiel moved in closer, kissing the side of his jaw.

Viktor's eyes hardened. "What are you doing!?"

"I, uhhh… Listen. This explainable. Castiel and I are ju… Jus…" Castiel had leaned in closer, kissing the corner of his lips, bringing his other hand up to reach across Dean, fingers working across his jaw to face him, kissing him full on the lips. Dean kissed him back.

Viktor's eyes were on fire, and he stepped aggressively at Dean. "Stop that! Let go of my son!"

"I'm not touching him!"

Castiel changed that. He turned his body, crawling back on to Dean's lap, letting one hand go down to hold his bicep, the other still fisted in his hair as he nuzzled in to his neck, pressing wet kisses where his lips fell.

"Stop!"

Dean held up his hands, looking at Viktor over Castiel's shoulder. "This isn't my doing!"

He stepped toward him again. "You grown boy!"

"Fine! I don't want to stop it! I love kis-" Castiel kissed him hard, fucking his tongue into his mouth without warning. His fingers were now massaging the back of his scalp, and he was whimpering quietly, trying to get Dean to moan, who brought his hands to rest on his hips.

"Oh god," Dean finally moaned against Castiel's lips, and that was the breaking point for Viktor, who stepped forward and grabbed the back of Castiel's shirt, yanking him back.

It happened fast, but Dean brought his other hand up to bar across Castiel's back, right below his shoulder blades, his fingers tightening on his hips, leaning forward and Castiel tightened his knees on his thighs, both trying to hold on to each other as Viktor pulled Castiel back.

Castiel was almost stuck in limbo, his shirt awkwardly high up around his neck as his father pulled him back, his abdomen practically floating in between the two men. He reached out with his hands, grabbing on to Dean's arms to support himself.

Dean's eyes were switching between Castiel and his father, waiting for one of them to speak.

Viktor took the lead.

"Let go of him."

Dean shook his head, looking in Castiel's eyes as he leaned even farther forward, resting his chin on Castiel's stomach. "No," he said, breaking his gaze from Castiel to look at Viktor. "I'm not letting him go." He shook his head some more, and Castiel brought one of his hands up to cup Dean's cheek. He leaned in to it, closing his eyes and whimpering softly.

"Let go," Viktor repeated, but Dean ignored him. "I said let. Go."

"I said no."

"Now."

Dean refused, instead glaring at Viktor, keeping the three of them locked in a standstill until Castiel spoke.

"Let me go." Castiel was looking at Dean, but his legs were still clamped tight around his thighs. Neither of them moved. "Father," he said, voice hard and stern.

Viktor looked shocked, but he eventually let go. Castiel thrusted himself forward as soon as he was free, wrapping his arms tight around Dean, who did the same in return.

"Don't worry," Dean muttered, rubbing a hand up and down his back. "I've got you."

"Don't you let me go."

Dean brought a hand up to cup the back of Castiel's head, pulling him back enough to get in to his neck. He kissed along the faint red line his shirt had left. "Are you okay?" Castiel nodded. "Your neck feel alright?"

"Fine, Dean."

Dean dropped his hands to his hips and pulled back enough to look at Castiel, who nodded once, then leaned in, kissing Dean before shifting on his lap, putting his legs on the same side of Dean's thighs, turning enough to look at his father, who looked about ready to kill Dean. "Father?"

Viktor's eyes were hard, never wavering from Dean. "What?"

Dean put his hand across Castiel's knees."Father. Dean… Dean is… boyfriend. My boyfriend."

He snapped his eyes to his son. "What? No."

"Yes." Dean wrapped his other arm around Castiel's hips, and the other shifted closer, leaning in to him.

"I say no."

"I say yes!"

"Not in my house," Viktor finalized.

Castiel scoffed. "What you going to do? I twenty." He smirked. "I can do what I want."

"Not in my house."

"What, you going kick me out?"

Viktor swallowed. No. He wasn't. But he didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to watch his son doing… what he did with the man he was doing it with. He shook his head. "I not like it."

"You don't have to. I the only one who does." He turned his head to kiss Dean, who smiled when they pulled apart.

Viktor didn't know how to react. Castiel had himself pretty well attached to Dean, and he knew he couldn't separate them without physically hurting Castiel. He sighed and stormed off, and Castiel immediately relaxed in to Dean.

Dean grinned. "You called me your boyfriend."

Castiel sighed. "Dean. Not now."

"What?"

"You going to do that 'we boyfriends now' thing."

"What's so wrong with that?"

"You know I not like it."

Dean sunk under Castiel, and the other curled in to him more. "But, just for record, we are."

"I just wish you'd be more enthusiastic about it."

"You know how I am, Dean. You know I not going to be that way." He turned his head, cupping Dean's jaw to kiss his cheek, close to the corner of his lips. He didn't drop his hand. "But that not mean I not want to be with you. Because I do. Very much."

Dean leaned forward, bumping his nose against Castiel's jaw, earning a kiss in return. They both smiled, and Dean wrapped his arms tighter around Castiel, holding on to his hips and his knees. "So, how do you feel? You said no urges…"

"And I mean it. I… I not think it going to be a problem anymore."

Dean leaned in, kissing Castiel's cheek. "I'm so proud of you, Cas," he muttered, nuzzling his nose against his neck once Castiel dropped his hand from his jaw.

Castiel laughed. "Let's watch movie."

He left Dean to flip through their movie collection, choosing a few to watch while Castiel went to get more blankets, though they weren't entirely useful, the two of them remaining curled up on the couch, kissing each other and exploring their faces and bodies lazily during the films.

It got heated as time went on, Dean with one hand curled in Castiel's hair and another up his shirt while Castiel's was in Dean's pants as they kissed. "Your room," they both breathed at the same time when they pulled away.

They laughed. "My room," Castiel clarified, crawling off of Dean, pulling him up. Dean placed his hand on Castiel's ass as they walked up the stairs toward his room.

Castiel paused at one of the hallways, and Dean sent him a look. "What?"

"That door is open."

"So?"

"It never open."

Castiel turned to walk down the hall, and Dean followed him. "So?"

"I want know who in there."

Dean kept up with him, leaving his hand on his ass the best he could, not willing to let go, even when Castiel rounded the corner to enter the room and froze.

"What you doing?" he asked as he walked in, Dean following closely.

Viktor was on the floor, a few books around him. He looked up from the book, which Dean figured out was a photo album. "What it look like?"

"Baby pictures?"

Viktor shrugged. "You not quite that young in these, but yes."

Castiel narrowed his eyes, but not out of anger, and made his way over toward his father, peering over him at the book. "Why you looking at these?" he asked as he plopped himself down, urging Dean to follow, sitting just behind him.

Viktor looked over at him, then back to Dean, then once again to his son. "Because you no longer my little boy," he sighed. "Figure I can still enjoy it here."

"But I still your son."

"Of course you are."

Castiel was quiet as he looked at the book in his father's lap. He smiled to himself. "I remember that day. Alona…" He laughed. "She so pissed."

Viktor laughed with him. "You not have to deal with her after though."

"Neither did you! Mom did."

"It you fault, though."

"I two!" Castiel laughed and looked back at Dean, gesturing for him to come closer and look.

They were looking at, Dean presumed, a photo of a very angry Alona with cake covering her upper half, Rachel and and another girl laughing in the background, and Castiel on the ground, poutting up at the camera with tears brimming on his eyes.

Dean laughed. "What happened?"

Viktor took a passing glance back at him, then back to the book. "It Castiel's birthday, and Alona, my wife," he clarified. "insisted on a birthday party for him. Lots of things were happening, and she afraid it would be last time for her to do something like that for him while in Russia. And she was right, we move a little over a year later, but we so busy she couldn't throw another party…"

He shook his head. "Anyway, Castiel fell on ground, and Alona was chasing him, and she tripped over him and fell in to table, and hit the cake, and it went…" He laughed. "It went all over her. Castiel…" He laughed again. "We not sure if he crying because Alona fell on him, or because his cake was destroyed. It funny either way."

"It because of cake," Castiel said in defense of himself. "I mean, why Alona get all of it to herself?"

All three of them laughed, and Dean situated himself to sit comfortably. Castiel noticed and looked back, turning and reaching back to pull him forward and on to his lap. Dean wrapped his arms around him, and Castiel held him close. "Flip the page," he said to his father, who did so.

There were tons of pictures of the children, of their old home back in Russia, which was thousands of times nicer than Dean's, yet still not as nice as the one they were in now. Photographs of them as they moved to America, and Viktor and his wife in front of landmarks and opening their new home.

And pictures of himself with Castiel.

"Where was that taken?" Dean asked, pointing to one of Castiel pinning him to the ground, the both of them covered in mud. He grimaced a bit, however. He hadn't seen a young photo of himself in years.

"In you old garden," Viktor said, finally looking over to the pair of them. He didn't seem ecstatic about Dean in Castiel's lap, but he didn't comment on it. "You mom wanted to plant flowers, and you two offer to do it. You obviously not do it." He laughed, and Castiel rested his chin on Dean's shoulder.

"Why we fighting?"

Viktor shrugged. "Who knows. You two fight like old married couple all the time. Every little thing had you two wrestling. You broke so much stuff…"

The two boys laughed, and Viktor properly looked at them. "You know," he said after taking in the pair. "I not that upset about you two being together. Castiel, you grown man. You can do what you want. But…" He looked back to the book, flipping to a picture of Castiel at Dean's birthday. They were smiling like idiots, their faces too close to the camera. "You my only son. It hard to believe you not my little boy anymore."

"I not know you sentimental," Castiel replied, and his father narrowed his eyes at him.

"You always the confrontal child. You argue everything always."

"I know," he grinned, wiggling beneath Dean, shaking his shoulders in pride.

"And you always proud of it. You sisters… They not always good, but not all bad. But you… You most like your mother. Strong willed and powerful and you get and do what you want when you want."

Castiel laughed. "It had to go to someone."

"And of course it'd be my only son. You know," Viktor said. "You lucky you a cute child. You such a hell raiser, I could have thrown you out a window. You break vase, and then when you about to get in trouble, you open you eyes so big and pout and there not a chance in hell we could punish you."

Castiel laughed and kissed Dean's neck. "Just like now."

"What you mea- Oh," Viktor cut himself off, noticing Castiel kissing up Dean's neck. Castiel grinned against Dean's skin, and Viktor continued. "You know, I not sure why you so insist to sharre your sex life."

"I tell you everything."

"Maybe you not do that anymore," Viktor replied, and all three of them laughed. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I just hope you two know what you getting in to." Castiel was nuzzling his nose gently in to Dean's neck, and he bit back a small smile. "Love can be dangerous in this work."

Castiel snorted and Dean blushed. "We not in love," Castiel said, and Viktor looked at him.

"You will be."

"Who says?"

"I can see it."

Castiel shoved his face in to Dean's neck, shaking his head. "Oh god. I need just pound Dean to get this sappy shit out of my head."

"Language," Viktor warned, and Castiel pulled back to glare at him.

"I need to fucking pound Dean's perfect fucking ass to get this sappy shit out of my god-damned head." He raised an eyebrow in challenge, and Viktor shook his head, closing the photo album, pushing himself to his feet.

"I really not need to know that. You go on and…" he shook his head, and began to walk away.

Castiel pushed Dean off of his lap, and scrambled to his feet, running up to Viktor. He slammed his body in to him, hugging him. "Thank you, father."

Viktor hugged him back. "I love you, son."

Castiel pulled away with a smile, and Viktor clapped his shoulder, sending a look to Dean. "You be good to my boy."

"Wouldn't dream of being anything else."

Viktor glared at him, and Dean felt his insides begin to sink despite there not being much of a threat. He left, and Dean relaxed.

"You better not be good boy in bed," Castiel said, stepping to Dean's side, placing his hand on his ass.

"I know how you like it rough," Dean replied, turning and stepping in front of Castiel to face him, the other's hand still on his ass. He let his hands fall to his hips, tugging him in close, bumping their noses together. "You know, I'm still up for sex right now, if you're in the mood."

"I not," he responded, and Dean's eyes widened. He continued. "It hard to want to fuck you after seeing pictures of you as little boy."

"What? The sight of me as a kid makes you not be attracted to me?"

Castiel pressed his hips against Dean's, raising both of his arms to drape over Dean's shoulders, one bending in to finger at his hair. "Oh no. Dean, you so hot. Nostalgia turn me off."

Dean pouted, though he didn't mean it, dropping his head down to nose at Castiel's jaw, making him tip his head back and expose his neck. Dean kissed at it softly. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, voice low. "I know how much you love sex."

"Oh, I do."

"But maybe you'll be ready for it a bit later, hmm?" Dean tilted his head back up, kissing Castiel's cheek. "Ready to fuck me nice and hard."

"Maybe after our date."

Dean pulled back, though not by much, keeping their hips together. "What?" Castiel stared at him until he continued. "We're going on a date?"

Castiel nodded. "I think we should. You know, go to dinner, have nice time, have good sex when we get home. You know, a date."

"So you're wining me before you dine me?"

"I not understand that."

Dean laughed. "I didn't use it right. But you're gonna treat me nice before you fuck me tonight, huh?"

"You my boyfriend. I feel I should."

"We don't have to if you don't really want to."

"I do want to."

Dean smiled. "Then maybe I should get ready."

"Maybe you should."

Dean's smile widened, and he leaned back in, kissing Castiel. He pulled away. "I'll see you in a little bit?"

"I meet you at my car in hour."

"Okay." He stepped back from Castiel, letting his hands drag over his hips slowly, keeping his fingers on him as long as he could. "Okay."

He walked back, watching Castiel until he was out of sight, and then ran up to his room.

He met Castiel back down at his car an hour later, dressed in half decent attire, which to both of them meant polo shirts and dark jeans. They laughed when they saw each other, and Castiel tossed his keys at Dean. "You may be my boyfriend," he explained, noticing Dean's confusion. "and I may be taking you out, but you still my guard and driver."

Castiel moved to the passenger side, hopping in, waiting until Dean had started the car and was almost to the gate to tell him where they were going.

"Downtown?" Dean confirmed. "Everything is so expensive there though."

"And I rich as balls. It not issue."

"And who says you're going to be paying?"

"I asked you out. I pay."

Dean sighed. "I don't like people spending money on me."

"Too bad."

"You're the worst."

"I know."

Their dinner was actually nice. Castiel had taken him to a restaurant with delicious food and an atmosphere that allowed them to converse freely, which was new for Dean, and Castiel rarely ever spoke if it wasn't in euphemisms, demands, or hilarious mixed-english answers to questions Dean asked.

It was all cut short too soon, however.

"We being watched," Castiel muttered, taking a drink of his beer.

"What?"

"Big huge men at two, far five, and eight."

Dean took a little while to scan his eyes over the men inconspicuously. They never looked away from their table, and Dean felt a wave of terror wash over him. "What do we do?"

"Finish our meal, and run."

The waiter brought over the check, and Castiel pulled out his wallet, tossing down cash instead of his card. "I not want them to see my name," he said. "They not need to confirm it me."

Dean bit his lip. "Do I need to go start the car?"

Castiel nodded. "Act natural, like you're going to the bathroom."

"The bathroom's downstairs."

"They have an exit," he said, smiling at the waiter as he picked up the cash. "Take it, run and get the car, and I'll meet you outside."

"Okay." He nodded. "Okay."

"Go," Castiel said, drinking some more of his drink, watching Dean as he walked away to the bathroom. Dean took a sharp turn at the entrance to the stalls, and hit outside. There was a set of steps that he ran up, looking around for the car which was on the other side of the building. He sprinted to the other side, unlocking and hopping in to the car.

The moment he started it up, the spotted a figure behind it, running at it. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," he muttered, backing out the the space fast and hard, hitting the figure. "Oh god. Oh god!" he shouted, peeling out of the lot and on to the street toward the front of the restaurant. "I hope that wasn't Cas."

He stopped outside of the entrance, waiting and waiting for Castiel. There was no sign of him, and he bent down to fiddle with the keys, worming the electronic beeper off of the key before hopping out, locking the car and running in to the restaurant.

There was food all over the floor, and Castiel was fighting one of the huge men. The other one was kicked in to a table that was broken under his weight and the third Dean assumed he had hit with his car.

The man Castiel was fighting had a knife in his hand, and there were a few dead bodies around them with what looked like slit throats and bullet wounds. Dean assumed the man knocked out in the table was the one with the gun, but the man with the knife was over powering Castiel, and he couldn't do anything but reach in to his pants and pull out his gun, shooting the man in the hand, and then the shoulder.

Castiel kicked the man in the stomach and began to run to the door as soon as he was free. "Come on! Come on! fucking run you idiot fucking run!" Castiel shot passed Dean and Dean followed after him, sprinting ahead of him and hitting the beeper on the car. The doors unlocked and Dean jumped in, Castiel shortly after him. Dean slammed the car out of park and slammed the gas, but the car didn't move.

"Parking break!" Castiel screamed, noticing one of the men running out of the restaurant. "GO! GO GO GO!" He unlatched the break and peeled back into the roadway as the man shot at them, the bullets breaking through the back window in the car.

Dean screamed and swerved, almost hitting a car, swerving to avoid it and almost hitting another in the process.

"Shit! Fuck oh shit oh my god," Dean shouted out, noticing the man pointing toward them. "I think they have someone else following us!"

"We need to go faster!"

There was a car that came up on them quickly and Castiel glared at Dean and then back at the car. "Shit! Go go go go go go!"

Dean slammed the gas, getting the car up to full speed. He was grateful the roads were mostly empty as it made it easier for him to swerve and avoid them as he went full speed, but it also made it easier for the other car to follow him.

"Cas, shoot at him."

"It not going to do anything other than piss him off."

"That what do we do!?"

Castiel was staring out the window. "Make left up here, make another left, sharp right, follow the alley and then another right there be a tunnel. Go down it."

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"What!?"

"Left! Now!"

Dean slammed on his breaks and turned the wheel sharply, skidding around the corner, almost missing it as the tail end of the car swung too far, but he hit it alright.

"Turn again!" Castiel shouted," and Dean hit the wheel, skidding around the corner again. "Right!" Castiel shouted before the turn was even over and Dean switched the wheel as fast as he could, yelling as the car skidded around, leaning on to two wheels. He thought for sure they would flip and be stuck and die right there at the hands of the people chasing him.

They shot in to the alley, and Dean gunned it going down the narrow path, hitting plastic trash cans and bags shooting papers out all around them until the hit the end, where Dean hit the final right. There was a tunnel to his left, and he turned down it.

It was practically empty, and he could finally relax as they went. It was a few minutes later and he saw no one, he laughed, relaxing his body just a bit, and a bit more every minute after that where they weren't followed.

He never relaxed completely, but when he was finally calm enough to talk, he did. "Holy shit, Cas! You got us out of that!" He reached over to slap his thigh, laughing. "Holy shit, you fucking genus you!"

Castiel was quiet. "Yeah."

"Holy shit." Dean looked in the rearview mirror, taking in the broken window. "Holy. Shit." He laughed again out of relief. "We're alive. Oh god."

"You did good," Castiel muttered, and Dean looked over at him.

"Where are we going?"

"Safe house. Hopefully."

"Hopefully?"

"I not know if anyone be there. If someone there, we have to keep going."

Dean nodded. "Who would be there?"

"Matveevs."

"Are they who attacked us?"

Castiel nodded. "The man knife-fighting me was Ivan Matveev. I hate him because he my age and his name is my middle one," he said sarcastically.

"Your middle name is Ivan?" Dean laughed, in disbelief of what Castiel was saying.

"Well, one of them. Viktor the other one."

"I figured," Dean replied. He noticed he was still speeding, but had no intention of slowing down. "So why are they after you?"

"We kill one of their men. And remember that man who you let get away when you save me?" Dean nodded. "That Ivan."

"Oh shit."

Castiel nodded. "Yeah."

"So, where is this place?"

"We have a road about twenty miles up. You turn down that, go about two miles in, and there house. That where we going.

"We'll be safe there?"

"Safer than back in city. And we have more escape route."

Dean nodded, and they fell in to silence as they drove, not speaking aside from when Castiel told Dean to turn.

When they got out of the car at the house, Castiel led Dean in, checking over each and every nook and cranny, making sure there wasn't a single thing off before he let down his guard, dropping everything in his hands, stepping forward and slamming in to Dean, raising his hands to cup his face and fuck his tongue in to his mouth as he kissed him, knocking him in to a wall.

Dean didn't know what to do, so he dropped his hands down to Castiel's ass, but Castiel dropped his hands as well, grabbing Dean's and pinning them to the wall, not breaking the kiss for a second until he had to pull away to breathe.

He kept Dean pinned to the wall, but dropped his head down to his chest, breathing heavily as he relaxed on him. Dean blinked down at him. "Ca-"

"-Don't. Don't say a fucking thing."

Dean didn't do anything. He just let Castiel keep him pinned to the wall, his head on his chest until he was ready to speak. "Cas?"

"Dean," Castiel warned, staying silent for another minute, but then he sighed. "I… I need to be in control. That wasn't control. That was…" He took a few deep breaths. "I think we should have sex."

Castiel looked dead exhausted, but Dean didn't question it. "Would that make you feel better?"

"Much."

"I'm yours."

Castiel dropped his hands from Dean to let him relax, and dragged him over to the bed. He pushed him down and stripped him before stripping himself.

Dean smiled. "Cas, you're wearing panties."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "Yeah. now I'm going to take them off."

Dean pushed himself up and on to his knees, crawling across the bed, stopping Castiel's hands before he could pull them down. "Why do you have panties on? Are they… for me?"

"I thought it might be fun. But that ruined by… well."

Dean blinked slowly, raking his eyes up and down Castiel's body, focusing on the bulge in the panties where they were stretched taught, not even touching his body anymore. "It's not ruined, Cas. Not at all."

"What you mean, Dea-" He cut himself off as Dean leaned in and down, mouthing hot at the bulge. Castiel moaned at tipped his head back, stretching his fingers forward to brush Dean's cheek.

"I'm really turned on right now," Dean admitted, pulling back from Castiel, crawling backward, gesturing Castiel forward. Castiel crawled on to the bed, and Dean tugged him close. "But Cas, you look exhausted."

"I'm not. I'm fine. Sex."

Dean pushed Castiel down on to the bed, keeping him pinned. "You need to sleep.

"I'm fine."

Dean kissed him, laying down beside him, keeping the kiss soft and un-rushed, trying to keep him down. "Let's sleep, Cas. We had a huge night." He kissed him again. "If you still want, we can have sex in the morning."

"I want it now," Castiel whined, but didn't fight Dean, keeping his eyes mostly shut.

"Sleep."

Castiel wormed himself forward, pressing in to Dean. "But sex…"

"Go to sleep, Cas." He kissed his forehead, rolling away to turn off the light. He curled back in to him. "I'll be here in the morning."

"Promise."

"I promise."

So yay.

Anyway, I think I have a plan for the rest of this story, and, uhh, there'll be death.

Okay I lied. I only really have a plan for the next chapter, but I'm about 99 percent sure about this death and about 78 on this other one (both for the next chapter) so if you'd like to know who I'm planning to avoid a trigger or something, let me know. I don't consider them major characters, but you might, so if it'll be an issue, please let me know.

There'll also be a warning before the next chapter, just to remind you.

Anyway, I'll be busy for a while as the end of semester is coming up and I have a TON of stuff to do, so be prepared for DUN DUN DUN a wait. Wow. What a shocker with this story.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and hit me up with any questions you have