Last chapter

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When Dean woke up the next morning, he had to lay deadly still with his eyes closed for about ten minutes until his stomach stopped bubbling. It worked and he felt better until he tried to get up, making him need to make a dash to the bathroom.

Dean dragged himself back to his room, regretting drinking so much. He closed his door and very gently got dressed. Once he pulled on fresh sweat pants and an old t-shirt he took the glass and pills that were on his night stand, he didn't know how they got there but was just glad they were there.

Under the glass was a piece of paper. He took a deep breath to try to shift his headache. Took the paper and began to read.

to sober dean

last night did happen.

you kiss cas, cas kissed you

bobby caught us

sent us to separate rooms he seems cool about it

we sexted, Check your phone

I just want future me to know it was real, I told cas I loved him, and he said it back. Do not ruin something that has just started. Do not hurt him do not deny it happened!

hold him, treasure him, and love him for the rest of your days.

if not I will fucking kick your ass!

From drunk dean.

Dean smiled when he read it, drunk him was an idiot. A loving idiot though. As he read a few memories popped into his mind and before long he remembered almost all of last night. Blushing slightly at the memories of him on his knees with his fingers in his ass, it was a good memory though.

He slowly made his way downstairs; he was not prepared for the sight that confronted him as he entered the kitchen. Cas was standing in a tight white t-shirt and a pair of borrow sweatpants, slightly too big for him hanging low on his predominant hips. His hair was wispy and untidy, from obviously having just woken up. He was pouring Bobby a coffee who grunted a 'thanks' in return from behind his newspaper. The sight took his breath away; the boy he was completely in love with was sat in his kitchen. He wasn't freaked out by last night, he was still here. He stood leaning against the door frame just staring for a few moments. He watched Cas down a few pills and some coffee, obviously feeling as rough as he did.

After a few moments he swallowed his nerves, swallowed his doubts, remembered the note and pushed himself into the room. He took a seat beside Cas, they looked to each other and smiled. Cas seemed shy maybe he was regretting it, in reality, he told himself that it was probably the hangover but Dean was suddenly worried.

"Morning Dean." He was grateful that Bobby didn't let him stew in silence, too scared to break it himself.

"Morning Bobby."

"How you feeling?" He asked moving the paper quirking an eyebrow at him once giving him a proper look. Fuck he thought. Did he look that bad? He shrugged to Bobby, suddenly fighting the urge to throw up. "No sympathy here."

"I know." He mumbled throw a smile, thanking his father figure for the coffee as he pushed a cup over to the suffering teenager.

"Sammy's, having sleepover a garths house, I'm going to work. Bye boys." With that he stood up and walked out the house without another word. The man obviously wanted to get out of the way for their awkward last night discussion. They sat in silence for a little while, both sipping coffee.

"Cas." Dean finally able to pluck the courage to speak, but it only came out as a whisper.

"Yes Dean." Fuck Dean thought, he sounded even sexier than he did last night, how was that possible?!

"How much do you remember?" suddenly finding the coffee in front of him very interesting.

"Everything." He rumbled in returned, Cas too staring into his coffee.

"Same." God this was terrible Dean thought, painfully awkward and completely horrifying. He wanted to kiss the boy next to him, wanted to hold him, promise him the world. But Cas was tense and averting his gaze. He did not seem happy and it hurt Dean to see, it seemed that Cas really hated where he was. "How much do you regret?"

"What?" Cas snapped, head shooting up to stare at him. Dean instantly hated himself and regretted asking, tears were already forming in Cas' eyes. "Do you regret it?" he whispered Dean had to look away. The sound of his voice sounding so broken caused more pain than the hangover. He felt awful, he put that pain in his voice, he put that look on his best friends face, and he couldn't let it continue.

"Cas, look at me." He begged the boy in front of him merely bowed his head, desperately trying to hide the tears, but were visible to Dean.

Dean felt sick again this time it wasn't because he was hanging. He moved quicker than he thought possible in his current state. Kneeling beside his best friend, clasping his hands with his own trying to comfort him.

"I'm sorry Dean, I'm being stupid, I just thought." Dean shushed him quiet; cupping Cas' cheeks he moved his face so they could look into each other's eyes.

He smiled softly, wiping the away the wetness from Cas' cheeks he whispered "I love you." Cas stared back, seemingly in shock, Dean persevered remembered drunk his words. "I don't regret anything; I was just worried you did. I love you, so much."

There was a few beats of tension filled silence. Dean had laid it all out on the table as it were. He had poured his heart out; the ball was completely in Cas' court. Dean was certain before the words left his mouth that his feeling were resipucated but now, the longer the silence stretched the more he was certain Cas was about to laugh in his face.

The next thing he knew those warm pink lips he's been fantasising about for years were on his, in a heated, desperate kiss.

"I love you too." Cas panted when they had to part when they ran out of air.

They shared a dopey smile. After finishing their coffee in comfortable silence, Dean's fingers constantly interlaced with Cas' they made their way to the couch. After moaning to each other how they were never drinking again and how they felt like they were going to die they curled up on the sofa together. The boys cuddled together as they marathoned firefly waiting for the delivery of the greasiest pizza possible they ordered to cure them of the hangover.

As they lay there, hours later. Both boys felt content, they had eaten the pizza, both had thrown up and showered and they felt pretty much back to normal. Dean ran his fingers threw Cas' hair, and dropped random kisses on the boy's head, he felt happier than he had in a long time. Cas in return kept stroking his skin and peppering it with kisses.

"Hey Cas," Dean whispered not wanted to ruin to serene quiet moment they had created together.

"Yeah," He softly replied not looking to the boy, instead pressing soft kisses to his chest.

"Be my boyfriend." It was supposed to be an easy question, asking was supposed to be merely a technicality. Considering all they had done and said over the past 24 hours it seems obvious. Yet when Dean tried to get the words out, his voice cracked and he stuttered from the nerves. This time Cas did look at him, with that same adorable dopey smile he gave Dean when he asked Cas over for dinner for the first time, when he told the boy he had passed the test in history Cas helped him study for. It was the same smile he has given Dean a multitude of times, each time shouting, you're an idiot, but you're my idiot. It calmed Deans' nerves to see it, but he still waited on bated breath for his answer.

"Yeah." Cas told him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Dean's nerves broke out into tiny butterflies that escaped his stomach and were fluttering around his body, giving him the sensation of pins and needles everywhere. They shared a loving kiss, a gentle touch of lips, the touch erupting a breathy moan from Cas, instantly turning Dean's thoughts dirty, he needed Cas, his boyfriend.

"I'm feeling better." He smirked as he began licking a strip of Cas' neck, alternating between kisses and bites.

"Me too." The boy moaned, threading his fingers through the older boy's hair and pulling him even closer, hooking a leg around his waist.

"We have an empty house."

"I'm aware." Cas told him as he slid his hands under Dean's waist band and gave him a good squeeze, moaning slightly when he found dean was without underwear.

"Upstairs?" he suggested, needing more than he can get from him downstairs on the families couch.

The boys made their way upstairs, tripping a few times because their attention was completely on each other instead of the stairs.

Dean's heart was pounding, this was it. Finally after so many years of; unrequited love, of tears, dirty dreams, domestic day dreams, pitiful pining and staring and 100s of crappy attempts poetry, everything added up to this moment. Everything he had wanted was in front of him; everything he wanted was taking of his shirt and puling at his pants.

"Is this too soon?" Dean asked, part of him kicked himself for asking it, was shouting at him to shut the fuck up and get on with the naked, another part was worried, worried they were rushing, that they would burn out that it would make everything about sex and not focused enough of the million other reasons he wants to be with the angel of a boy in front of him.

"I have waited for this moment for 4 years Dean. I have waited enough." Dean was taken aback a little, 4 years?! They could have been doing this for years. He didn't have much time to think about this because Cas kissing down Dean's chest, sucking his nipples into his mouth and scrapping them against his teeth, adding that gentle touch of pressure, it drove Dean crazy. Brain instantly fogging over all rational thought and all he could think was, Cas.

"I can't stop thinking about last night, what I said I'd do." he murmured against his skin, the memory turning both the boys on even more, "You were so responsive." Dean's hips buked as Cas bit down on Dean's nipple, so sensitive he thought. "Really got me off." He hand made his way to the bulge in Dean's sweat pants and started to slowly rub him though his pants. Dean wanted to do something, desperately wanted to taste Cas, to kiss even part of it. He knew he had time for that though, they had all the time. All he could do in the moment was to hold on for the ride. "Let me try it for real?" Dean couldn't believe his ears and didn't waste time, nodding instantly and pushed on Cas' shoulders till he was kneeling in front of him. "Eager."

"Baby you have no idea." Dean told him softly, stroking his face "The amount I have dreamt of this." He admitted, running a thumb over his friends lips "Those lips. They're sinful Cas." The boy on his knees smirked slightly before taking Dean's thumb into his mouth and sucking. "Fuck." He moaning, growing hard instantly.

He watched as Cas pushed him harder against the wall, restricting him movements slightly. Not completely, he could move if he wanted too but he really didn't want that, the idea or Cas holding him down and just taking, was incredibly hot for him. Before the boy knew it his sweatpants were pulled down his legs the cool air hitting him brought him to the image at hand, of Cas on his knees in front of him. Dean watched as Cas licked his lips starring at his hard cock, bobbing in from of him.

They locked eyes and shared a gentle smile. There were so many words they could have spoken, so many things that could have shared, but nothing was needed, they looked into each other's eyes and found everything they weren't saying.

Eye's glued to each other the whole time, whilst he licked slowly from the base from the tip before he flicked his tongue over and around the tip and slit. Dean let out a shaky breath clenching his fists, the combination of it visual show and the amazing sensations he felt from Cas' actions, were getting too much for him incredibly quickly. Even more so when Cas joined him in a breathy moan, seemingly turned on and overwhelmed at what he was doing. Dean remembered the texts from last night, Cas was true to them. He was sucking long and deep with slow bobbing movements to his head, slowly licked and swirled his tongue. It put Dean's senses in hyper drive, it wasn't quite enough to get him off but it was enough of a promise for more, enough to make him writher and grasp Cas' hair in pleasure and frustration. The teasing was torture, a beautiful torture that had Dean gasping for breath, not believing his luck but torture nonetheless, Remembering Cas' words last night he began begging, he wanted more, he needed more.

"Cas, Cas please. Please baby. More, I need more." Sure enough Cas picked up paces. His hands still on Dean's hips holding him against the wall, preventing him from buking into the warm heat of Cas' mouth like he so desperately wanted.

When Cas sucked Dean's cock down his throat far enough he felt the back of his throat, he lost it, looking down he saw Cas' face against the soft curls that grew there, he had a few tears leaking out the corners of his eyes, eyes dark and dilated. The sight on Cas like that was the last straw for Dean. He grabbed his friend's hair and forced his dick further down his throat, thrusting into him as he held his face in place and abused Cas' willing wet mouth. He came with Cas on his lips and his dick down his throat, essentially forcing him to swallow his come.

Cas pulled off coughing and wiping his mouth, but he didn't lose the small smile that was pulled across his lips. Certain his legs was about to give way, Dean used the wall that had long been acting as support to slide himself down to join Cas on the floor.

"You're perfect Cas." He spoke slow and a little slurred, Cas' smile broadened in response.

He noticed the younger boy in front of him was still hard, cock visible and straining under his clothes. "Come on." He whispered standing up, holding his hand out to Cas. The boy took the offered hand with a confused look on his face; Dean led him to his bed.

He sat him on the edge of it and started to slowly strip the boy, lips and finger tips gently grazing under each bit of new skin. He stripped him naked and laid him on his bed. He stood here captivated for a moment, his skin was pale and smooth, the light streaming in from the window fell across him, bathing parts of his delicious looking skin in a golden glow. He was so beautiful Dean thought, but also hot, incredibly hot, the boy grew hard again looking at his friends laying naked on his bed looking directly at him. He resisted the urge to pounce, to rush, to take. He wanted to worship that perfect god dam body, so he climbed on the bed leaning over Cas, whose eyes were dark and cock leaking, turned on from being on show.

"I've got you." He whispered before proceeding to kiss his body, slowly going down. His neck, his shoulders, pecks, nipple, stomach. He whispered heart found compliments as he went, touching every part of his lover. When Dean got to Cas' cock he heard Cas choke out a 'yes' before a 'no' when Dean paid it as much attention as everything else and began kiss and stroking lower on his body.

He got to his feet and started giving Cas' toes a suck, something he never thought he would do. The guttural groan he got in response was surprising. Cas like his toes sucked he thought, not something that would float his boat but he would do it every day to hear such beautiful sounds being ripped from the withering boy beneath him. Running his tongue around his toe and sucking hard that noise came again. He switched feet and watched as Cas began stroking his cock, unable to stop himself.

"Dean, please. Fuck!" the sound of Cas breathy voice and the swear word dropping from it turned him on as much as it did when he was drunk, his own small moan meant he bit down slightly on Cas' big toe "fuck I need you."

He flipped the smaller boy over, moved both his arms to above his head telling him to keep them there. Cas' ass looked even better without clothing, he loved Cas' ass and spent many hours staring at it when the other boy wasn't looking, now though, now he could openly stare, and touch. He desperately wanted to touch. But he had a mission, to kiss every part of the boy, to show him it wasn't a quick fuck to get the hormones settled, it was real.

Deans control though was wavering, his light loving kisses and gently touches were transformed to open mouthed kissed and bites. Cas' hips were grinding against the mattress under him, desperately needing the friction. When he got to Cas' ass he kneaded it in his hands.

"Dean, I love you but please do something!" he moved to straddle the back of his thighs but did nothing, "I can't handle this, I need you to do something that isn't soft. Please." He brought his hand down to smack Cas' left ass cheek. Cas shouted in response, squirming from where he was being held down by Dean's weight. Dean hand came down again to his other cheek. Cas started rambling incoherent words, shouting 'fuck' each time Dean spanked him.

"Your ass is so red baby." He admired, squeezing the heated flesh "Look beautiful."

"Fuck, Dean I'm so hard it hurts, please."

He slapped both cheeks at the same time before parted them, he sat there for a moment starring, before lent down to blow air on his hole. The boy continued to spank Cas with one hand and rubbing Cas' dry hole with the other. Cas was getting very loud and Dean was incredibly turned on again, rock hard in his sweat pants, but he ignored his cock to concentrate on Cas.

After a little while Dean's hand was stinging and Cas' ass was a bright shade of red, so decided to stop, but knew he had to explore that more later, maybe with a paddle or something. The boy beneath him was sweating and rocking on the mattress rapidly.

Without warning he grabbed Cas' cheeks parted them again the licked a long strip over his hole. Twirling his tongue over and around Cas' hole until he was soaking, leaning up to Cas he held a finger to his lips. "Suck." He told him, in a way of telling him what he was going to do and asking if it was alright. Though by the look of Cas' debauched face and would be okay with anything at this point.

He went back to licking his lover's hole, sinking his tongue inside a little before adding a wet finger. Dean continued to eating him out whilst pumping a finger into him. Cas was near enough screaming, grinding down onto the finger and Dean's face.

"I'm going to come." He shouted, making Dean pick up his pace, to hammer his finger into his soaking hungry hole and positively attack him violently with his tongue. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" he panted as he continued to ride both Dean's finger and his face. "Want to ride you properly, want on you back with me kneeling over your face forcing your tongue inside me." Dean slammed another two fingers into him in response, rapidly stretching him; the sudden pain mixed pleasure threw the boy over the edge. "Ahh!" he shook as he came over the bed beneath him.

Dean was so close himself, he had to take him dick out and pump himself to the sight of a sweaty naked Cas on his bed, panting heavily, ass red and wet. He own panting got Cas attention, when he saw what he was doing he parted him own cheeks for Dean. "Come over me Dean."

"Fuck." His pace quickened as he starred at his hole, the one he was just tongue fucking and fingering. It didn't take long and he came hot white streams of come all over Cas' ass. He couldn't stop himself from pushing the bit that landed on his hole, inside. He watched as Cas' hole ate it up so easily. He wanted to start licking again to taste his come in Cas' ass but Cas was moving moaning about sensitivity as he turned around.

Dean collapsed onto his lover and stayed there, Cas encased him in his arms and held him close. They knew they would have to get up soon, that Bobby and Sam wouldn't be out the house forever, that their come was starting to dry and become uncomfortable. They knew they would have to wash the sheets, to get dressed but right now they were home, they were perfect, they were happy.

"I love you." Cas whispered running a hand through Dean damp sweaty hair.

"I know" he whispered back, Cas smacking him on the arm and Dean lent up and sucked and bit on Cas' neck in response whispered 'I love you'

It was perfect.

It's been a while since I wrote anything like this, so it wasn't my best but let me know if you liked it :)