OKAY, well I wrote this one a little faster for you guys. Probably have the last chapter up by tomorrow as well :) Then I'll be moving onto my next fic! Super excited about that!

Also, I would like to apologize for offending anyone with my Karla comment. I actually enjoy the movie, and did long before I knew Misha asked his fans not to watch it. So yes, I am aware that he asks you not to, but it's a movie, t's made to be watched, and I love to watch Misha act, so I watch it.

I loved writing this chapter, I just really felt it, so I have a feeling it's a good one :)

Chapter Twelve

Dean stared at the flickering of the TV in his dimly lit apartment living room. Tonight was the night he was going to talk to Castiel, who could quite possibly be the love of his life.

He'd never felt a connection like he has with Castiel. When they're together, Dean can't help but feel his heart is whole. Like anything wrong in his life is dissipated with just one look into Castiel's enormous deep blue eyes.

The shrill ringing of the phone startled him, causing a few drops of the beer he'd been holding to spill. Dean cursed whoever was calling and decided to let it go to voicemail, but the ringing seemed to go on forever, and Dean couldn't stand it anymore.

He darted to the phone so he'd be able to make in time.

"Hello?"

He growled, implying to the other person that he didn't want to be bothered with at the moment.

"Um, Dean…?"

Said the small voice on the other end. As if this day could not be anymore nerve-racking for Dean, Jo had to call him. He sighed and messaged his temples where the headache was starting to form.

"Jesus, what the hell do you want?"

"Dean, we haven't talked in over a week… something has to be done. We have to talk about-"

Dean felt his rage get the best of him, and his fists and jaw clenched at the same time, trying to hold back his obscenities, but he simply couldn't contain them.

"Talk about what Jo? There's nothing to talk about. The wedding's off. I want nothing to do with you."

Dean knew his words where hurtful, but at this point he didn't care much. He just wanted some peace for once. The silence on the other end indicated that Jo was done talking.

"And keep the damn ring."

Dean said exasperatingly, slamming the phone on the hook. He stayed in that position for a few more moments, closing his eyes, trying to think of reasons he shouldn't drink himself to death.

But Dean knew he couldn't, for one reason, and one reason only; Sam.

Thinking about Sam gave Dean a little peace of mind, and he calmed down, his headache slowly easing away.

He opened his eyes to see his small apartment. It looked like a tornado had just made it's way into the window. If Dean was going to try and win Castiel back, having a messy apartment was probably not a very good start.

He walked over to the hall closet to get a vacuum and prepared for the longest few hours of his life. The hours he'd spend thinking of a way to make the love of his life coming running with open arms.

~.~.~.~

Castiel mapped out the Audi emblem on the steering wheel of his car for the thousandth time, not wanting to put the key in the ignition yet. His stomach was tied in knots, anticipating the talk of his lifetime.

He'd spent the drive to Dean's thinking of the possible outcomes of his visit. Even though Castiel was still aggravated with Dean's disappearance a week earlier, he couldn't help but hope they end up making up.

When the car pulled up to the apartment complex, Castiel felt a whole new set of butterflies take off in his stomach. He sat starting at the apartment, thinking he would wake up any minute, at home in his bed, and everything would be a dream.

When Castiel didn't wake in a warm bed, he finally left the safety of his car and walked to the stairs, leading to Dean's apartment.

He stood in front of the door a little while before knocking, stalling himself. Castiel's heart skipped a beat when the door opened to reveal the most handsome man he'd ever seen in his life, standing there in all his glory.

"Hello, Dean."

Castiel said, nodding, but still keeping his eyes to the ground. This disappointed Dean. The only thing in the world that could make him feel better, and Castiel was hiding that from him.

"Come on in."

Castiel stepped inside the surprisingly clean smelling apartment, and looked around, impressed with what Dean had for what he does.

"I get the feeling your apartment isn't always in this condition."

Castiel said, not meaning to be humorous, but lifting Dean's spirits anyway.

If he was THAT mad he wouldn't be teasing me.

Dean thought, hope building.

"Got that right… want a beer?"

Dean asked, grabbing one for himself, though he already knew Castiel's answer, so he grabbed a Coke as well.

"Thank you."

As Castiel reached for the Coke, their fingers briefly brushed together. Dean turned away to try and hide his cheeks that were beginning to glow red. Castiel couldn't help but feel a little nauseous after touching… but a good nauseous.

Dean was starting to feel very uncomfortable, so he finally spoke.

"Okay, let's cut the crap. Castiel… I regret what we did, only because it was disrespectful of me to take advantage of you like that. I was just looking for some kind of attention, and you gave it to me… just not in the way I expected. I should've never left you the morning after and vanished. It was a mistake."

Castiel felt himself growing sad.

"And of you could have it over?"

Castiel asked, accusingly.

"I would've never gone to the motel. I would've called you the next morning and asked you for coffee. Then on a date,"

Dean said, surprising himself at what he was spilling, but he still wasn't done.

"And then eventually, for you to be mine."

Castiel looked up at Dean in awe. He couldn't believe Dean was being so sentimental. It warmed his heart.

"You really mean it, Dean?"

Dean's expression softened, and he took a few steps closer to Castiel. He could feel the heat radiating off Castiel's glowing cheeks.

"With everything I have Castiel. Dammit Cas, I love you. I don't know what I would do if you left me, so please… will you stay?"

Castiel's eyes filled with tears, as a stepped even closer to Dean, lips only inches apart.

"I love you too, Dean. Of course I'll stay."

With that, their lips clashed together in passion, both of their hearts pounding. Dean could feel Castiel smile against his lips, and he snaked his hand up Castiel's back to his neck, holding him closer.

Castiel's hands found Dean's hips, and he pulled him in closer. All he wanted was to be closer to him. Dean could feel his erection begin to grow against Castiel's thigh. That alone made Castiel's cock twitch in response.

Dean rested his hand against Castiel lower back, while his other one was fisted into Castiel's think black hair.

Castiel broke apart from Dean, and Dean's heart dropped, not wanting their contact to end.

"Dean, I don't know…"

Dean could see the fear in Castiel's eyes. The fear that he was going to wake up in an empty bed. Dean felt responsible for Castiel's fears, and had to make it up to him.

"Castiel, I will never leave you again. I promise."

Castiel felt a chill run down his spine, and desire took over, and soon he was back against Dean's embrace.

Dean used the hand on Castiel's lower back to guide him into the back bedroom. Once the door was open, Dean felt himself being thrown backwards onto his bed.

A surprised yelp escaped Dean, not expecting such force. Soon he felt the weight of another man on top of him, and his shirt being lifted up.

"Woah, Cas, I didn't know you could be so… dominant."

Castiel's eyes became slits as he smiled the most seductive smile he could conjure, and Dean couldn't help but think it was the single sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

He let Castiel remove all of his clothes, right down the skin, before diving into another heated kiss. Dean was so baffled by the speed of Castiel's actions, he had trouble responding. He fumbled with Castiel's pants, finally getting them off and discarding them onto the floor, followed by his shirt.

Castiel broke the kiss, and Dean whimpered in protest, wanting to be close to Castiel as much as he could. His thoughts were quickly swayed when he felt the hot breath traveling down his torso.

He felt Castiel's warm hand wrap around his throbbing cock, followed by the sensation of hot wetness at the head.

Castiel was quickly sucking and slurping, while Dean was grabbing Castiel's hair, guiding him along.

"Cas, please… don't stop…"

Dean bucked up into Castiel's mouth, and Castiel held his hand against Dean's hip to keep him from thrusting forward.

Castiel continued until he felt Dean's grip tighten on his hair, indicating that he was close to releasing.

"Cas, Oh my GOD."

Castiel felt hot spurts on the back of his throat. He quickly swallowed all of Dean, and raised his hand, wiping his mouth.

Suddenly, Castiel was being flipped in his back. He yelped in response, finding it incredibly sexy.

Dean spread Castiel's legs, grabbing a small bottle of lube from the bed-side table. He quickly applied some to his index finger, and pushed inside of Castiel.

Castiel let out a hiss, getting used to the burn as Dean inserted another finger. Dean made a quick job of opening Castiel, scissoring in and out.

"Dean, please, I need you…"

Castiel panted out desperately. Dean wiped what was left of the lube from his fingers onto his once again throbbing cock.

Dean lined up his erection with Castiel's entrance, and slowly pushed inside, allowing the both of them to adjust to the new feeling. Both of them let out a moan of approval.

"More…"

Castiel whispered out. Dean slowly started moving in deeper, letting it sit to allow some getting used to. He moved back out, before thrusting again. He repeated this over and over, getting faster.

Dean lifted up Castiel's leg and put it over his shoulder, to allow him to go in deeper. Doing so made Castiel moan loudly, and Dean knew he found Castiel's sweet spot.

He adjusted himself to hit it with every thrust, harder and harder each time. Dean reached down to stroke Castiel's leaking cock, giving it much needed attention. Dean jerked him in time with his thrusts, and soon Castiel was calling out Dean's name lustfully.

Dean felt the hot liquid on his abdomen, just as he filled Castiel. Both let out an exhausted moan. Dean slowly pulled out of Castiel and collapsed next to him, sweaty and still panting.

Castiel moved to put his arm around Dean's torso, resting his head in the crook of his neck.

Dean could tell by Castiel's hitched breathing that his fear of Dean vanishing is still present.

"Cas, I told you, I'm never going to leave you."

Dean leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Never. I love you, Castiel."

Castiel's eyes shut. He wanted to block out all of his senses, so he could focus on his partner laying next to him.

"I love you too, Dean."

Moments later both of them were fast asleep, smiles plastered on their faces.

So cute c:

Only one more chapter to go! Thanks for reading! R&R!