A/N: Sorry guys I've been putting this one off for a while...heh... but seriously no more procrastinating!
The sun was well into the sky by the time the sleep deprived men got back to the bunker. Cas hadn't moved a muscle since they left the scene and Naomi had long since vanished. Dean and Sam took turns keeping an eye on Cas to make sure he was still breathing, but from what they could tell Cas was out cold. Sam had tried to shake him awake once or twice but it was an effort wasted. Dean stiffly pulled himself out of the Impala and opened the backdoor, gently shaking the angel awake from his deep slumber. He bent closer, stroking his hand against his cold cheek with a stout pat. Castiel hastily opened his ocean blue eyes and inhaled sharply, unsure of where he was. "Hey buddy, we're home." Cas nodded faintly, leaning back on the head rest before Dean heaved him carefully out of the car. Weeks of no rest were finally catching up to him and Dean knew all too well how much he really needed it–they all needed it. He helped Cas undress and pulled the covers over him when he collapsed face first on the bed. Dean silently bent down, kissing him on the head before switching off the light.
Castiel plummeted peacefully into a darkness that was incomparable to the one he'd been recently accustomed to. It had been too long since a real sleep had greeted him and the feeling was all too weird for him, especially since the days and nights blurred together–the time forever lost to unconsciousness. The room was pitch black when he awoke, his eyes opening to see nothing. A streak of panic shot through him and he sharply yanked himself from the bed, realizing he was in the same one he'd spent weeks in before. Once he reassured himself that he wasn't dead again, he crept out to the main room of the bunker where it was just as lifeless as the room he was in.
Turning back down the hall to his room, he changed his mind and slipped into Dean's room instead. He could make out the rise and fall of his body cocooned in blankets and the sound of soft snores that broke through the abundance of silence. He quietly lowered himself on the edge of the bed and touched Dean's foot, wrapping his hand around it delicately. "Dean. Dean, are you awake?" His attempted whisper came out more like a croak. Dean jolted and almost flipped off the bed while turning over. "For fuck's sake Cas!" His voice was slurred after being woken up so abruptly. Dean pushed himself up enough get a better view of the angel sitting at the edge of his bed, at least of what he could make out in the dark. "S'everything ok?" Cas nodded, though he realized Dean couldn't see him. "Yeah…" He cleared his throat, remembering how he sounded the last time he tried to speak. "Yeah, everything's fine. Go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you." He got up from the bed to leave and Dean grumbled, "You. C'mere." Cas crawled in and he pulled him close, nuzzling his face in the crook of the angel's neck. Cas gasped quietly, trying not to let him hear the surprise that ignited shivers down his spine. He sighed, sliding his fingers between Dean's. "Goodnight, Dean." Dean moved his face so it was closer to his ear, warm breath tickling him as he mumbled into his hair. "G'night, Cas."
The wailing sound from the alarm clock shook them from sleep. Dean reached over to hit the snooze button but missed and knocked it on the floor. Cas groaned and grabbed for it so he didn't have to listen to Dean gripe anymore. As far as he was concerned they deserved a morning to sleep in. Cas rolled back over and stretched, clasping his hands behind his head with a fuzzy smile. Dean put his head on the angel's chest, wrapping an arm around his waist. The familiar smell soothed him into a stupor, his chest swelling with the same warmth he felt every time he looked at him. Cas cradled him, letting his fingers glide across the hunter's surprisingly soft skin. Dean hummed softly at the touch and pulled Cas closer to him, tangling their legs together. It had been a long time since Dean felt so comfortable and safe and he clung to every second of it as if it'd suddenly be taken away from him. "Dean?" Cas traced his hand over the outline of the hunter's side, smirking as Dean twitched under his touch. "Mmm?" Cas rested his head on top of the drowsy man and sighed. "Nevermind." Dean tilted his chin up to look at the brooding angel. "What?" Cas looked away, unable to meet Dean's pressing eyes. "Back when we, um…" he shyly rubbed a hand through his tangle hair, hesitating to speak. "…you know… the thing." Dean's eyebrow shot up as he chuckled. Sometimes he enjoyed the naïve side of Cas a little too much.
Dean pushed himself up on his elbow, nudging Castiel's chin towards him. He reached out to brush his fingers across Cas' parted lips, sliding his hand through his tangled hair. "What, you mean this?" He taunted, their lips locking in a hungry passion. Cas wanted to memorize every outline that drew him in, cupping Dean's face between his hands. Dean pushed Cas back against the bed, straddling his waist in between his gripping thighs. Cas stared up at him wide-eyed, his hands skate up his bare thighs, clawing at his skin. Dean bent over and kissed him hard, their tongues dancing amongst one another. Their skin crawled with excitement and nervousness, hands grabbing at clothing and skin, fingertips pressing into muscles they didn't know they had. Dean's eyes met the angel's, yearning to make up for the years of words left unsaid.
Dean effortlessly pulled Cas' shirt over his head leaving him in his boxers. A cheeky grin flooded his face when Cas tugged at his clothing, not nearly as practiced as he was, frustration budding on his face. Cas slid his hands over Dean's chest, settling on the nape of his neck, his body shuddering at his touch. Dean locked his fingers around Castiel's face and hair and reeled him in, kissing everything he could get his mouth on. He worked his way down his neck making Cas twist into him at the touch of his lips. Cas raked his fingers down Dean's back to his waist, skimming them under the elastic of his briefs, a desperate whimper escaping from Dean. He pulled at Cas' thighs as his mouth smothered his skin. "Dean," Cas breathed. Dean weaved their hands together and pinned them against the wall, dipping down, letting their skin melt together. He kissed the corner of Cas' mouth to his chest. He licked and kissed his stomach down to his waist, peeling away his boxers with his teeth. Cas breathed hard, tensing up over the tingling sensation from Dean's breath and lips on his wet skin.
Dean tore away the angel's boxers, glancing up at him as he stroked him. "You ok with this?" Cas nodded faintly, a smile parting his lips. Dean narrowed his gaze at the angel before purring, "I'm gonna make you cum." Cas gripped at the sheets, groaning as Dean took him in. "God, yes." He moaned as his head turned into the pillow and gasped with pleasure as Dean went down on him. Satisfied, he pulled away and wiped his mouth, endearingly watching the winded angel sprawled out before him. He crawled back over Cas and kissed him gently before laying down beside him. Cas slipped his boxers back on and curled up next to Dean who stroked his hair lazily.
The two jumped when they heard a squeak emit from the door, light flooding into the dark room. "Dean, man. Wake up, we got work to–shit!" Dean's eyes grew as big as saucers, snarling, "Sam! Knock first!?" Sam slammed the door, feeling awkward as all get out. A smile broke from his face and before he could contain himself the smile turned into an aching laugh. It was obvious they'd been getting closer the last few months, even Kevin had noticed. Just somehow it still surprised him to see them spooning. His brother. Dean Winchester. Spooning. He tried to gather himself as he spoke through the door, thinking of anything he could besides what was on the other side of the door. "I, um, was just going to say I made coffee and uhh… ok." He walked down the hall still laughing, shaking his head in amazement. He was glad Dean finally pulled his head out of his ass, but oh, he was going to have fun with this one.
Dean and Cas looked back at each other in horror; Cas immobilized next to Dean, mute as he'd ever been. Dean ran a hand through his hair, going over how this was going to play out with his brother. He didn't want Sammy to find out this way. Hell, he wasn't sure if he even wanted him to find out. Cas, picking up on his concern, whispered dryly, "you know it was going to happen at some point." Dean sighed and rolled his head to take in the angel next to him. His angel. Just the thought made him forget about everything, if only for a moment. He hauled Cas' soft face in, indulging in one more kiss before getting up to throw on some recycled clothes. Cas followed suit with what little clothing he came in with. Dean's breath caught in his throat when Cas came up from behind and wrapped his arms snug around his waist. He smiled warmly and slid his fingers between the ones that held him close. What the hell, right?