A long wait, I know. Sorry about that. I hope you'll find out it was worth it.

Dean and Castiel are taking the next step towards a serious relationship. Actually several steps.


A long walk and a long night.

(Dean POV)

The walk back to the cottage was tough. Castiel was more than a little tipsy and Dean had to hold onto him the whole way back so the guy wouldn't stumble over a stray branch, or a root, let alone his own two feet. The flashlight they'd brought along didn't provide much light, but Dean knew the way and could probably find the cabin blindfolded. The Harvelle's had offered to let the boys stay over but Dean had politely declined when he noticed that Cas was uncomfortable with the offer.

Back in the cabin, Dean quickly hurried to light the fire before he helped Cas undress. "Are you going to get sick?" He asked, putting away their coats. Castiel shook his head, "No, I don't think so. I'm really fine. I didn't drink that much." Dean couldn't help but laugh a little at that, "I know, but still, I, I guess you're not used to partying."

Castiel managed to get his own boots and pants off, but that seemed to have taken all the strength he had. He sat down on the couch and looked up at Dean. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm just tired." Dean smiled and walked over to him, "Then we should go to bed don't you think?" He held out his hand, offering for Cas to grab it. He helped pull him to his feet and wrapped his arms around him. Cas placed his head on Dean's shoulder and let his lips brush against the skin of his neck, "Dean, I, Dean I want…"

Castiel had trailed off. They both stood here, so close, in only t-shirts and their underwear. Dean could feel Castiel's cock against his own but he knew that Cas was drunk, he wasn't sure how to proceed. He didn't want to take advantage of him. Suddenly Cas pulled his head back a little and looked into Dean's eyes as he shifted his hip, pressing his crotch forward, grinding against Dean.

What happened next was almost surreal. One moment Dean knew they were pressed together in the living room, and the next they were both completely naked tangled together on the bed. Hands roamed and mouths tasted and Dean had no idea who he was, remaining patient and not fucking Cas senseless. He continued exploring the other man's body, allowing his hands to caress every inch of skin he could touch. He could feel his own cock ache and twitch, his desire for release nearly overwhelming but he pushed his own urges away—this would be for Cas.

The small bottle of lube that he knew was in his backpack found its way into his hand and he couldn't tell you if it was by his own doing or Cas'. Castiel whimpered and keened as Dean's touches began to focus in one single area, rubbing and teasing before a lubed finger penetrated Castiel. The tightness was almost scary and Dean was worried he'd need more time than he had. His own cock was already releasing pre-cum and he wasn't sure if it was possible to hold back.

After reassuring Cas that things were fine and he needed to relax, it was okay, he felt the muscle relax and pressed his finger forward. Pressing forward and pulling out a few times before adding another. The moment both digits were inside Castiel shrieked. Dean stopped immediately, pausing in pressing forward, "Cas?" Cas shook his head, "I, I'm fine," he panted out.

Dean managed to detach himself from his own needs and concentrated solely on Cas'. He had never in his life been so focused on pleasing someone else—wanting to please someone else. Before this, Sex had been nothing but a way of satisfying himself.

This was different. He kissed Cas everywhere he could reach. He let his lips brush over the head of Cas' cock as he twisted his fingers, shifting and thrusting to help stretch the other man open. Castiel was panting and moaning under Dean's administrations, but when Dean added a third finger Cas held his breath and didn't make a sound. Dean could see that he was clearly in pain but Cas nodded, he wanted this.

Dean watched as Cas' body shifted and listened at the noises that escaped his lips before removing his fingers. He shifted, crawling up the bed to kneel between Cas' spread legs. He lifted Cas at the hips, maneuvering him until his butt was in his lap. Castiel's eyes flashed with slight fear before he closed them and nodded.

When the head of Dean's lubed cock nudged the puckered hole, Cas tensed for a second before he sighed and let his body relax. Dean pushed forward and could feel the muscle give under the pressure. Once the head was inside Dean had to pause, the heat, the tightness, it was insane. He leaned forward and stroked Cas' cheek, "You okay?" Castiel took a deep breath, "Yeah," he hitched out, squeezing his eyes shut.

Dean slowly and carefully pressed forward, stopping once again when he was completely inside the other man. Asking once again if he was okay; at another nod of consent he started to fuck Cas with slow thrusts.

At first Castiel was nonresponsive, lying still, but then he started to emulate Dean's movements. He grabbed onto Dean's arms, locking his hands around Dean's wrists.

Dean took his time, focusing on making Cas feel good. When the other man started to shift and move along with him he began to speed up. Cas keened in pleasure as his orgasm hit, squirting cum over his stomach. Dean wasn't too far behind and a few thrust later he came too.

Cas panted heavily, catching his breath as tears streaked his temples. Dean reached blindly around for something to wipe Castiel clean with. His fingers touched a towel that was left on the nightstand. He gently wiped Castiel's abdomen and shifted the two of them around, placing the towel beneath Cas' ass. He pulled out slowly, tucking Cas into his arms, placing kisses all over his face.

"Everything will be okay. I love you." The words slipped out but Dean knew they were true. He may not have known Cas for very long but there was no doubt in his mind that this, this was it. This is was what love felt like.

(Castiel POV)

Waking up on their last morning at the cabin Castiel didn't feel any different from before, yet at the same time he felt elated. According to everything he'd been taught he had just committed one of the worst sins a man could ever commit. The only thing Cas could think of was how good he felt, how happy he was feeling now. Sure there was pain, but it didn't even compare to the pleasure of it all, and the lingering pain just reminded him of what he and Dean had done. If this was so wrong, why was it even possible? Why did the creation of human beings make it possible for two men to share this?

How could God make it a sin to love someone? God's love was limitless according to everything he'd learned over the years. Why should His creations have all these rules on who they can and cannot fall in love with? Why would God let people who loved each other go to hell just because it didn't fit in with society?

Ever since Castiel met Dean for the first time, Cas had started to doubt the teachings he'd been subjected to. Getting to know the other man, falling for the other man, and now having slept with the other man, he agreed with Dean. How could it possibly be wrong when it felt so right?

Earlier in his life he had felt so angry, so devastated and distraught—how could God lead him astray? How could He allow Castiel to feel so miserable that he'd want to kill himself?

He'd never gotten a sigh from Him that his feelings and urges were wrong. He didn't get a positive affirmation either, but Cas knew that this was how he was created. Was it possible that he was made as a mistake? Was it possible that God had made a mistake when He made people that fall in love with those of the same sex? After pondering long and hard, and the talks he's had with Dean, he's decided that it wasn't God's doing. God didn't make mistakes; He had given humanity the gift of limitless love and those who claimed to convey His teachings had misinterpreted a few essentials.

Castiel looked over at Dean, still asleep next to him. He began to wonder about what would happen when they got back. Dean had told him that he'd never been interested in being in a relationship before, but he had said he loved him last night—was it just a heat of the moment thing?

His thoughts were interrupted when Dean shifted and opened his eyes, looking at Castiel. "Good morning Angel, sleep well?" Castiel drew a breath and smiled shyly, "Like a baby." For a few moments the two men just stared into each others eyes.

Dean moved to get up, "I want to get out of here early." He stroked Cas' cheek before putting his feet on the floor. Cas startled a little, Dean wanted to get this trip over with fast. Nothing was going to happen when they got back. His heart sunk and he felt tears build in his eyes.

With his back turned Dean couldn't see Cas' reaction, but he continued on, "I want to get back early enough so that I can take you out on a date tonight; a proper date, a real date." He stood and moved towards the bathroom, "I want to kiss you but my mouth tastes horrible."

Castiel sighed in relief. He didn't say anything because he knew his voice would crack due to his emotions and recent thought process.

When Dean came out of the bathroom he came directly to Cas, leaning in for a kiss and Cas shook his head, "Sorry, my breath would probably kill you." He chuckled a little and tried to hide the fact that he was wiping a tear off his cheek. Dean moved back, "Oh, I see how it is. Well get in the shower, I'll just wait till I'm home." He smiled and blew a kiss instead, "I've got to prep this place for winter."

Two hours later they were ready to leave and Dean locked up after checking that he had done everything. The long trek to the car wasn't as unpleasant as before, their packs were lighter and the prospect of a date moved their pace along. That also meant that Dean had to stop a few times for Cas to catch up.

In the car Cas wondered if Dean would say anything about what had happened the night before. A part of him wanted to talk about it but in the end he was happy the topic never came up. Instead Dean had asked him what he wanted to do on their first, official date. They worked out details and talked about things they liked and disliked about previous dates; when Dean parked his car outside the shop they'd come to the agreement that Cas would head home via the train and they'd meet up in the city later.

(Dean POV)

They made quick, but pleasant work of their date, instead choosing to return to Castiel's apartment. Being amidst actual civilization, proper lighting and definite running water, they were able to explore each other more thoroughly. Their night at the cabin paled in comparison. Dean was fond of Cas' new-found boldness.

They spent the entirety of the next day together. For the first time in a long time Castiel didn't go to church that Sunday. They explored the city instead. He told Dean he didn't even feel about skipping out, claiming that he's starting a new chapter in his life. He didn't need all the pomp and circumstance to still have a relationship with God. Dean, not being a religious man himself, couldn't quite understand the concept but offered Castiel his support regardless.

When they parted that evening, they left each other with the promise to meet as often as possible. Living the distance apart they did and the long hours they each worked, they knew it wouldn't be easy but they were determined to make something of their relationship.

For Dean this was new. He had never seen himself committing to another person like this, but what he had with Cas, it felt right. Thinking back on his past behavior and sparse relationships—if they could be labeled as such—he couldn't understand why he was so against having something like this. He knew in his heart that this is what he'd been looking for his whole life. Screwing around and hooking up with random people was something of the past now. Cas had changed him. In a matter of weeks he'd gone from avoiding commitment like it was the plague to actually seeing a future with Cas. He could actually see himself growing old with him.

He knew it wouldn't always be easy, but as he told his brother on the phone once he made it home, "My hunting days are over." He and Sam knew it was the lamest metaphor he could've used but he didn't mind. "I've found myself Sammy. I'm in love. I'm in love for the first time in my life." Sam seemed a little surprised but he offered his congratulations, "I can't wait to meet him Dean. He must be pretty special." Dean caught himself nodding and chuckled into the phone, "He is."