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Chapter 2:

The alarm blaring in his ear made Dean groan loudly and smack the off button on top. He trudged out of bed and across the hallway to his bathroom, feeling a hint of the hangover that was to come. After getting dressed in loose jeans and a dark green button down, he laced up his boots and stomped down the hallway to where he heard Gabriel rustling around in the kitchen.

"Morning sunshine," Gabriel beamed up at him. "How's your head? Not going to be late to see baby Cas in class today are we?" Dean growled and made a quick cup of coffee, downing it and about five Advil before really opening his eyes. "You already missed one class at eight. Get to it!" Gabe's little squeeze from the night before was sitting opposite him at the kitchen bar, poking shyly at a piece of toast.

"Tristan, right?" Dean asked the kid, extending a hand of greeting which Tristan took with a timid smile. He was definitely adorable, Dean had to give him that. Tousled, long sandy blonde hair framed deep brown eyes and a slender body, he was well within Gabe's normal "type."

"Well I hope you had a good time last night, I apparently did. I barely remember anything," he said, turning to Gabriel.

Gabe smiled and glanced at his phone, pulling up a shady picture of Castiel straddling Dean on a couch in what Dean assumed was Cas's apartment. Dean's hands gripped the smaller man's hips, ferociously buried in a kiss. Dean blushed and his jaw clenched much to the other boys' satisfaction.

"Oh lord, how on earth am I going to face him?" Dean face palmed, wracking his brain, almost deciding not to go to class today.

"Oh no you don't! Katarzyna is making him go today to see you, there's no way I'm letting you slip out because of a kiss!" Gabriel practically shoved him to the couch where Dean's backpack was waiting.

"Wait, that Dom girl stayed with him?" Gabe nodded, avoiding Dean's eyes. That usually meant something was up. "What is it Gabriel?" Dean pressed.

"She uh… probably worked him over real good. She says she is getting him dressed right now to come see you in class, and that she wants to see your face when you see how trussed up he is the morning after great sex." The smaller roommate looked up at Dean, not sure how he would take the news. Tristan shifted to see the interaction on his bar stool, his face half hidden by hair.

Dean surprised them both, smiling widely and popping a chaste kiss on Gabriel's mouth before walking out the door with a wave to Tristan.

"Well alright then." Gabriel sighed, turning back to his tiny lover and pulling out his phone to text Katarzyna.

Gabriel sent- Deano is on the way to class. Knows what you did, seemed pleased with it. Or at least curious :)

Her reply came almost immediately after.

Katz sent- Castiel is walking out now. Well… waddling out. He says I broke him, haha!

Gabriel rolled his eyes and grinned, sipping at his coffee.

Katz sent - Can't wait to see what unfolds!

~0~0~

Dean sat in history, bouncing his leg impatiently and waiting for Castiel to arrive. His hangover had subsided to a dull pain in the back of his head, and it was easily ignored. Dean caught himself looking at the clock several times every minute as it ticked closer to 10 am, alarmingly anxious to see Castiel's face come around that door.

He got his wish about a minute before class began; good thing the teacher was running a few minutes late today so that they had time to talk! This time, Dean assessed the small man as he attempted to walk straight and normal, but was in obvious discomfort from trying to do so. He was wearing his trademark skinny jeans and a pair of spotless white vans. He topped the outfit off with a salmon button down with a white collar and sleeve cuffs, the top two buttons undone, and bed-tousled hair. He looked exhausted and very hung over.

Cas came to the table he shared with Dean, setting his messenger-style backpack on the floor next to his chair and pulling a face at the prospect of sitting down on the hard plastic chair. Thinking fast, Dean shrugged out of his jacket and folded it on the seat of Cas's chair, giving him a makeshift cushion, which greatly surprised Cas and made him blush deeply. He matched the color of the salmon shirt almost perfectly.

"Sore are we?" Dean teased, making Cas flush deeper and scowl. "I'd like to say I did that to you, but your friend made me leave before I could get to that. Not that I remember very much anyway. Are you okay?" he asked, turning his torso to face Castiel who slumped against the back of his chair.

"Just…outrageously tired. I could have killed Katz when she woke me up an hour ago." Cas pouted, wincing as he leaned down to get his notebook out of his bag. Dean huffed and tugged the bag in between their chairs on the floor, reaching in and getting the notebook for Cas.

As he handed it to the blue eyed kid, Dean explained, "I'm a…caretaker…when I'm not having one of my own melt downs. Plus, I've been there before Cas and I wished someone was there to hand me things when I was too sore to move," he finished off quietly, realizing that this was the most he had ever shared of himself to anyone but Gabriel and Sam. He trailed off, looking down at his folded hands on the table top. Curious eyes bored a hole in the side of Dean's temple as he looked at his twisted fingers.

Castiel reached over and took one gently, whispering, "I really enjoyed that kiss last night. I haven't felt that… snug in another person's arms in a long time." He was referring to the way Dean had wrapped his arms around the thin man's torso, enveloping him and how they fit together like puzzle pieces. "Dean," Cas crooned, "do you have a free hour after this class?"

Dean looked back at him through his lashes, curious. "Yeah, all my classes are early so I only have this and a one o'clock and then I'm done."

For a moment, Cas forgot the pain in his lower abdomen; butterflies stormed his stomach. "Then let's go get a bite to eat and catch up." The teacher started droning on about the economy surrounding the Civil War, but all Dean could pay attention to was that Cas had left his right hand laying on top of his own left hand, on top of the table.

~0~0~

After class, Dean shoved his books in his bag, eager to have lunch with Castiel. Cas in turn smirked when Dean brought his messenger bag up onto the desk for the smaller man to pack it, preventing him the discomfort of bending down to get it. Cas had, in the past, had many gentlemanly boyfriends, but Dean so far was surpassing them, and they weren't even dating. Dean surprised him again by taking the messenger bag and slinging it over his own shoulder to carry it for Castiel, flashing him a wide grin when the smaller man looked up at the larger.

"Thank you, Dean," he whispered, not knowing what else to say.

"Don't mention it, angel. Just trying to make you a bit more comfortable." He winked- he freaking winked at Cas. God, what was coming over him? That tiny smile made goose bumps break out on his flesh and his heart quicken. Maybe Gabriel was right…maybe he should be open to a relationship with this adorable little twink. He pondered the idea as they walked in comfortable silence to the dining hall two buildings away.

Castiel for one couldn't help but glance down at Dean's hand, hooked in the strap of his own backpack, the other in the strap of Cas's messenger bag that was slung across his chest. Cas reached up tentatively and touched the hand closer to him, the right. Dean jumped a little and looked down, smiling to himself as he unhooked the thumb from his backpack and comfortably held Castiel's hand.

They were on a state university campus, so there were gay people all over, but very few showed any public affection so they got a few sidelong looks as they entered the dining hall. But with Dean's oversized presence few people's eyes lingered beyond a curious glance.

They swiped their meal cards and settled at a table in a relatively secluded corner. Cas was walking more normally now, using Dean as an outlet for his attention so that he wasn't focused on the burn in between his cheeks. When he put their bags in one of the four chairs, Dean still looked to Cas, asking if he wanted to sit while Dean got them food.

"No, Dean I'm fine now. I can get my own food. But thank you," he added, causing Dean to blush slightly. The two walked over to get plates of food, Cas making a salad with a small cup of soup, Dean fetching a burger, fries, and a little pile of what he assumed was macaroni and cheese. The dining hall was the pits, but it was prepaid and edible.

Dean also grabbed two bottles of water and met Castiel back at their table, pushing his jacket back into Cas's seat before he sat down, wincing a little. Dean noticed the flinch that Cas tried to hide and smirked slightly.

"Okay so spill. What happened after I left last night?" the smaller man had a mouthful of leaves, so Dean chuckled and gave him a second to swallow before answering. Cas ran a hand through his bed hair and sighed.

"Honestly, I was still pretty hammered when you left. But I remember Katarzyna telling me to go into the bedroom and wait on her after she extracted me from your lap. Then she uh…got some toys out…and the rest is history." Castiel didn't even really know Dean; he wasn't telling him his kinks just yet. No need to scare off the prey.

"Did you pay her to take care of you after I got you started?"

"What? No! I uh…we have an, uh… understanding. Katarzyna stays with me when she isn't at a…job, and last night was really the first time we did anything like that. Honest!" he added at Dean's skeptical look.

They ate the rest of the meal in relative silence, Dean asking where he was from and such. He learned that Castiel Novak was from Connecticut, his favorite color was green (like Dean's eyes) and that his father and older brother greatly disagreed with his lifestyle choices. Cas was putting himself through school, and had made a friend in Katarzyna after a class project freshman year. They had connected on their family troubles, keeping each other company in the face of the abandonment. He was also a junior, making him a year older than Dean.

"What can you tell me about her?" Dean pressed.

"Not much…she hasn't told me anything really beyond her parents abandoning her when she was barely 16, selling herself for a few years to get an apartment and finish high school. She was a drug user for the last couple years, but cleaned up on her own. And now she is a rent-girl but she only escorts; no sex. Unless she wants it that is. And she's theatrical-music double major."

They had long since finished their meal, but Dean was absorbed in Castiel. The bags under his eyes grew deeper the longer they sat there talking.

"Cas, if I asked you to stay the night with me, would you?" he asked abruptly. Castiel's eyes widened.

"Um…" Castiel began, wincing, not really wanting to get intimate again after last night.

"I'm not offering sex… I just want to hold you. Maybe fool around lightly… I don't want to screw anything here up, but I want to experiment for a night. If you will…" he trailed off to a mumble, looking down at his plate and flicking a fry across the plate. Castiel smiled.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll stay the night with you if you tell me what your damage is." At Dean's shielded expression he added, "I'm going to find out eventually, why not on a night when you get to hold be after?"

After a minute, Dean pursed his lips and nodded. Cas leaned across the table and pecked a soft kiss on his lips, making him flush and a smile dance across his lips. The black haired boy scooped up both of their plates and took them to the conveyor belt that led to the dish room.

~0~0~

Dean walked hand in hand with Castiel to his next class. When they were outside the door, Castiel ducked them behind a juncture in the wall, pressing his lips to Dean's. The larger man tensed at first but responded, cupping Castiel's face gently and sucking his lower lip in between his teeth. A cough sounded down the hall from a professor, causing Cas to break the kiss with a blush, lowering his head to Dean.

"I'll uh…see you in a couple hours right? We'll make dinner at my house. You can meet Gabriel and his little squeeze if you want, or I can tell them to fuck off?" Dean left it up to him, as always.

"I don't mind, either way. I'll be on your doorstep at five." With a swift peck behind the teacher's back, Cas was off, shuffling back down the hall to his own Spanish class with Katarzyna.

~0~0~

As soon as Castiel sat down next to Katarzyna, she gave him the all-knowing look.

"Still feel bad?" she asked with a smirk. He just rolled his eyes at her and huffed a yes. "Sorry baby, next time I wont do it on a school night. So how was seeing your man?"

"He's not mine yet, Katz. But I am staying with him tonight." Cas blushed slightly at her incredulous look.

"But I thought-"

"We aren't going to have sex!" he hissed under his breath. "He said that he wants to see if we can just talk and hang out for a night before things get more serious."

"Wow…I never would have pegged him for a gentleman. Not at first, anyway." Katz rolled her pen between her fingers absently. "Was he grouchy about our conditions?"

"Hell no. He carried my book bag all day and put his coat in my seat for a cushion. He even handed me my books out of my bag so I wouldn't have to bend over. How's that for a gentleman?" Cas scoffed, eyeing the teacher as he walked in and started class. "And you would peg him if you had the chance!" he leaned in to whisper devilishly.

"Well I never! Castiel, yours is the only ass I'll ever need again!" she fell into silent laughter, making Cas flush scarlet and hide his face. "I'll give you that tin of salve for the night then, don't want you rubbing yourself dry and calling me crying from the pain." At which Cas rolled his eyes and class commenced.

After class, they walked to his apartment where Katarzyna had left her bag of things. She took out the salve and set it on the dresser, playing matchmaker for Cas while he picked out an outfit for the night.

"Ooh, I wish you had something that showed off your tattoo! I bet he'd like that. Go shirtless," she cried, laughing at his derisive look. "Meh, I guess he will see them soon enough. Only take pants to sleep in! He will want to touch skin, I remember that from the other night." The man nodded thoughtfully, stuffing a pair of soft sleep pants in his overnight bag. Next came a toothbrush, a pair of underwear, socks, and a fresh set of clothes for class Friday.

"Now just to change myself. Hmmmm," he tapped a finger on his chin, staring into the abyss that was his closet. After about five minutes of silent pondering, Katarzyna walked over and picked out a pale grey soft long-sleeve shirt and a pair of worn medium-grain blue jeans that had crosses on the butt-pockets. They were comfort clothes, and she explained that Dean had seen him in school clothes, this was a date-night and he needed to look normal.

"Dean will love the texture when he puts his arm around you. I bet anything he'll run a hand over the clothes before he gets under them." she winked, steering Cas to the bathroom for a shower.

"Should I shave? Um…anything?" he asked. Lord he was getting those nervous butterflies in his stomach at the idea of being with Dean all night.

"Shave your downstairs, just in case. Not your face, he likes the scruff. And you should probably wipe that old salve out of you so the fresh stuff can work better." She sat on the closed toilet while Cas undressed and hopped in, their talk turning absent and eventually dropping off when she opened a magazine off the back of the toilet. After about 20 minutes he reached for a towel and finished getting dressed. Katarzyna left him to get a drink. Her phone rang and someone made an appointment for five o'clock. "Just in time," she cooed down the line and hung up, making Cas roll his eyes. When they weren't "in session" he hated her sex voice; so did she.

"Well how do I look?" he asked, holding out his arms and doing a 360 degree turn.

"Ravishing, my love. He won't be able to have you out of his sight." She set her empty cup in the sink and pecked a kiss on his cheek. "It's going to be difficult to sleep in my own bed tonight! Maybe I'll stay with my appointment instead."

Castiel slung his bag over his shoulder, stuffing the tin of salve in the top so it wouldn't come open. He had put some back in himself after toweling off, and he felt much better than he had all day. Maybe it was nerves taking over the discomfort. After a final wave and cheek kiss from Katarzyna, Cas set off across campus to Dean's house.

~0~0~

In the meantime, Dean had been bustling about the house, cleaning every square inch and banishing Gabriel and Tristan to Gabe's room so they were out of his way. The kitchen was the first place he cleaned, so he could start dinner, then his room, and the living room which was a disaster. At ten 'til five, Gabriel poked his head out and asked if they could eat dinner too or if there was just enough for Dean and "his toy." At Dean's grimace the two giggled and retreated back into the bedroom with promises of going out to get dinner and catch a movie for privacy.

Right on time, a soft knock had Dean padding across the floor to let in his date. A timid smile and bright blue eyes flashed back at him through the doorway, and Dean stepped aside to let Castiel in. the smaller man sniffed the air, smelling dinner cooking in the next room.

"Come, on, let me show you around and you can put your bag away. How are you feeling now?" Dean asked, always attentive. Cas smiled,

"I'm fine now, got a good hot shower and relaxed for a bit." He made it sound like he hadn't taken three hours to get ready, when he most definitely did.

"Well I hope you like Italian, I made like the only thing I know how…spaghetti and frozen garlic bread." Cas stifled a laugh and grinned,

"Of course, Dean. That's adorable by the way." Dean cocked an eyebrow, contesting the adjective but shrugging it off.

"That half of the house," he said, pointing down the left hallway, "is Gabriel's, my housemate. Both halves have the same two rooms and a bathroom. The kitchen and living room are shared in the center." He took Cas's hand and led him down the right hall. "I'll let you meet them later, I confined them to the bedroom for the last couple hours and there's no telling what's going on in there." A barely-stifled moan emanated from the said room, and Castiel blushed a little, biting his lip.

"Uh…yeah, see?" Dean could identify the moan as Gabriel, and shook his head. They turned and went down the hallway to Dean's half of the house. "Bathroom, closet, office, aaaand bedroom." Dean stopped in the doorway of his room, leaving enough space for Castiel to come in and look around. It was a typical 13x13 sized room, a flat screen TV was across from the large bed with a thick striped comforter tangled on top. A gaming console sat next to the TV, the wires neatly tucked away. It was hilariously spotless except for the corner of a shirt sleeve poking out of one hastily shut dresser drawer.

"Cleaned up a bit, did you?" Castiel teased, dropping his bag next to the bed and turning around to face Dean who was giving his a strange look. "What?"

Dean shook his head and looked at his feet, feeling shy. "You uh… you said that you wanted to know about me tonight. What do you want to know?" he looked up at Cas through his lashes.

"Well, I don't know… childhood? Past lovers? How did you come to find out you were gay? The list goes on." Cas held out a hand to Dean, who was looking guarded but took the offer. "Hey. Will you give me a kiss?" Cas looked so adorable with his chin tucked, looking up at Dean through his black lashes that Dean smiled, cupping a hand to Castiel's face as he stepped closer and matched their lips together. Castiel melted into the kiss, bowing his body into Dean who wrapped a welcome hand around the smaller man's lower back to hold him tight. Dean sucked Castiel's bottom lip in between his teeth, caressing it with the tip of his tongue. Cas moaned into the kiss and clutched Dean tighter.

Gabriel came out of his room with Tristan in tow, and for once Gabe seemed to be the one sore. "Dean-o we're going to get a bite to eat!" he hollered form the living room, not willing to interrupt a budding relationship that he and Katarzyna had manipulated into being.

"Be careful what you sit on, I heard you letting him top!" Dean called back, making Gabriel huff loudly and Tristan cup a hand to his mouth to stifle the laugh. The door slammed behind them and Dean sighed, releasing a resentful Castiel who was suddenly certain that he wouldn't mind it so much if they did have sex…he had the salve, after all.

"Let's go eat, Cas" and he walked out of the bedroom, his black haired angel trailing behind him.

Dean had already set the table for two, complete with candles and wine glasses. He gestured for Cas to sit, pulling out a chair for him and pushing it in when he sat. The larger man poured the chilled red wine and plated their dinner, bringing the plates back balanced precariously between his arm and a basket of garlic bread. Castiel heard his phone ring for a text in the bedroom where he had left it, but was unconcerned. It was probably Katarzyna checking in on the date.

"Well, I hope it's as good as it smells. I uh, had to improvise," he trailed off, gesturing to the pasta. He had used boxes of macaroni and cheese without the cheese packet because he didn't have any spaghetti noodles. Cas stifled a giggle and bit his lip.

"It looks wonderful." He said sincerely.

"Then dig in," Dean winked, scooping up a bite and diving right in. They ate quietly, light conversation proving to be the manner of choice for their budding relationship. After they were done and they had finished their wine, Castiel picked at a piece of garlic bread, peeling off the thick crust and eating the soft middle. Dean couldn't help watching him, his tiny pink tongue slightly between his teeth as he worked the softer bread free and popped it in his mouth. Winchester got up, preparing to clean up the dishes, but Castiel moved with him, insisting on being helpful.

They placed the dishes in the sink, shoving each other playfully before Dean pinned Cas between his chest and the counter edge, placing his hands on either side of the smaller man's body on the marble surface. He ducked down for a swift kiss, and got suckered into a long, passionate plea for contact. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, simply holding him, melting into Dean's overtaking. Dean ran his hands over the soft fabric of his shirt, and Cas made a mental note to tell Katarzyna that her plan had worked.

All of a sudden, Dean scooped his hands under Castiel's still-sore butt and lifted him up, Cas automatically wrapping his limbs around the muscled man for support. Dean simply laughed into the soft skin at Cas's neck, kissing it and carrying his cargo into the living room and plopping down on the couch with his date still straddling him.

"I guess it's time for my monologue," Dean muttered between kisses, his brow furrowing.

"I don't want to make you unhappy," Cas said, tracing the lines between Dean's eyebrows with his finger. He looked concerned.
"Nah, you need to know if…if we are going to continue this," he waved a hand between their chests. When the smaller man tried to move, Dean pressed him to his chest. "No, Castiel, stay here." He heaved a sigh and scratched his neck, thinking of where to start.

"I learned in high school that I was bi-curious, fooling around in the boys' locker room after football practice and such. I still liked women, but sometimes I needed the hard body under my touch. I was naturally a top, but when I met…Alistair… senior year, that all changed. He made me bottom for the first time about a month into our relationship, and I never got back up no matter how hard I tried.

He started beating me after a while, making sure it wasn't hard enough to leave marks, but that didn't make it hurt any less. After I graduated, he got more brave, making me move in with him by literally coming to my house and taking everything, leaving my house keys on the counter in my parent's kitchen and a note, making me look like a runaway. If I ever got texts or calls I had to show them to him or put the phone on speaker. I got hit until I did.

Around my first semester here, he got to the point where I could barely go to class. Alistair didn't go here, he worked at a restaurant in town. He would walk or drive me to class and I'd go in and come right back out. I had no friends, if I made one, he scared them off. One time, he got especially violent. He had been sent home early from work, and I was working in our apartment on a class project with Gabriel and a girl, her name was Anna. We were sitting on the floor, not even touching, and he came in. I saw the look in his eye, but he masked it before Gabriel turned around. When they left a few minutes later, I barely had the door shut and I was thrown on the ground. He put his boot on my neck and asked me what I was doing "whoring around" with them. I tried to explain, but I didn't see the pen-knife in his fist. Next thing I knew, I was gushing blood from my arm, and I was being dragged over to the couch by my hair. He made me stay on my knees, pressing my top half onto the couch and he rammed into me dry. The knife came back down when I cried out, trying to crawl away from him, and he carved a series of lines and this lopsided dick-shape into my ribs and back. Every time I moved he dug in deeper, so I held still until he was done. The stood up and threw a dirty dish towel at me, telling me to clean up "my mess" and get into bed. When his back was turned I crawled to the door and ran, not caring that I had on no shirt and my pants were undone. I just needed someone else to see me alive before he killed me. Gabriel was standing at the foot of the stairs to my complex, talking on his cell. When he saw me he told the person to hold on and screamed for me to come to him. I did, but by that time Alistair was hot on my heels.

'I'm sorry, kid, he fell on a broken glass in the kitchen, got all cut up. Dean, come on, let's go get cleaned up.' He held out a hand, and Gabriel stood in front of me before I could move.

'Call the police for Alistair Rogers, apartment number 7 Lincoln heights. Now.' He said calmly into the receiver and hung up. Gabe looked me over and looked back at Alistair. 'You better run, fast. That was my brother, he's a lawyer and your ass is going to be the one getting pummeled in prison you sick fuck.' I just stood there trembling and freezing in the bloodstained snow, mostly naked, watching as Alistair turned and walked back into the apartment.

After he was gone, Gabe turned to me and shrugged out of his coat, putting it over me and leading me to his car. He took me to the hospital, and I've lived with him ever since. He deals with my nightmares… that's why I wanted to try to stay with you before anything gets serious…to see if you can handle them, or if I will even have any with you here. I haven't been with anyone since him, I've been too scared. But everyone told me to go for you, so here we are…" he trailed off, leaving Castiel wide-eyed and speechless on his lap.

"Is he still around?" Cas asked after he found his voice. Dean shook his head, refusing to meet Castiel's eyes.

"No, Gabe had him put in prison. He got fifteen years, no parole or good behavior." Cas nodded thoughtfully.

"Do you have any family?" Castiel asked, trying to shift to a less stressful topic. Dean huffed.

"I have a brother four years behind me, senior in high school. Our mom died when I was four, and Dad isn't around. We have a makeshift dad-figure named Bobby who calls in a few times a week. Sam lives with his girlfriend Jess right now." Dean put a thumb and forefinger in his eyes, rubbing them hard before finally looking up at Cas. "You?"

"I have an older brother, no mom, dad has hated me since he learned I was gay, and I've been on my own since I was like 17. Pretty much it. I found out I was gay in high school too, but I never slept with a girl or anything. My first BJ was a gay kid in the showers in gym class, and I loved the way he pushed me down on my knees, back to the shower wall and took what he wanted. I have a few kinks," he said shyly, rubbing a hand over his forearm and hiding his eyes. Dean smirked.

The clock read nearly 8:00, so Dean shifted them on the couch, laying lengthwise with Castiel nestled between Dean's side and the back of the couch, his head on the muscled chest. They turned on a movie and relaxed, stirring only when Gabriel and Tristan returned, drunk and pawing at each other.

Gabriel had a hand over Tristan's eyes when they walked in, squeezing his own shut. "Can we come in or are you two fucking?" Dean snorted and threw a pillow at his head, which they took to mean no and they scampered in, immediately ducking down Gabe's hallway and slamming the door to the bedroom shut.

"Well then, guess they had a good time." Dean sat up, stretching out his back. Castiel watched the muscles ripple over Dean's arms and the part of his stomach that was exposed by the rising shirt, and his cock twitched, interested. He had caught the tail of a few of those scars under the hem of the shirt. Dean turned to him and planted a kiss on his lips, taking a hand and guiding them to the bedroom.

Once there, Dean stripped off his own shirt and clothes and sat back on the edge of the bed to watch Castiel do the same. He felt Cas's eyes on his scars, but he strangely didn't feel self conscious at all. Cas tugged the soft shirt off over his head bending down to take off his shoes and socks, Dean caught a glimpse of the angel wings on his back and shifted. Cas caught the movement and cocked a smile, turning around so that Dean could see more clearly.

The wings stretched out from between his shoulder blades and up over his shoulders, curling around his collar bones and around over his ribs under his arms. Dean couldn't help but be surprised at the extensive work he'd had done. Cas turned his head slightly to the side to take a peek at the man on the bed. "You're meant to be looking at my tattoo, not my ass," he teased, kicking out of his jeans and socks, and pulling on the pajama bottoms. "And yes, they stretch down there too." He piled all of his clothes neatly next to his bag and took out Katz' salve, prepared to go into the bathroom.

Before he could exit, Dean caught his around the waist and turned him into a mass of nerves with a bone- deep kiss. His tongue explored the black-haired boy's with such thoroughness that Cas could almost not stand by the time Dean pulled back to breathe.

"I love these," he whispered hot in Cas's ear, trailing the lightest of fingertips over the wings, making goose-bumps break out over his skin and a hard shiver to wrack his frame. Cas blushed and tried to pull away but Dean snatched the salve tin, directing his weakly protesting angel to the bed instead.

Cas stretched out on the mattress on his stomach, relishing in the soft kisses and nips that Dean trailed up his spine, pausing to lick the bone shafts of the wings delicately. "Deeeean," Cas moaned, wriggling underneath him.

"Shhh, baby let me go slow and take care of you," Dean whispered almost inaudibly against his skin, making Castiel tremble. He thought vaguely again of sleeping with this delicious man, but decided that they should wait. Unfortunately.

The larger man kissed back down the smaller's spine, tugging down the PJ pants when he reached the cleft of his ass. He lifted his hips tentatively so that Dean could pull them down easier, and lay there quietly while Dean inspected the salve, eyes on the tips of the ink feathers brushing the cleft and curves of Castiel's butt cheeks, the very tips resting where the cheek blended into thigh. Without thinking, he leaned down and pressed his lips to those tips, making Castiel jump from the abrupt contact. Dean made his way up the line of feathers, stopping where two feathers dipped in between his cheeks. Castiel glanced back over his shoulder and caught a devilish smirk from Dean as he nosed the cheeks apart, depositing a thorough lick all the way up. The skinny man clenched the sheets and moaned, "Oh god, Dean! I- I don't think we- sh- should-" he stammered out as Dean continued his torturous path. He felt himself growing hard under his belly, and felt Dean shift behind him. His sore anus screamed at the thought of taking in anything right now, but Dean surprised him yet again, coating his fingers in the salve and working it into the first ring of muscles that had been loosened by his exploring tongue. At this point Castiel was hard and needy, and took what he could get. He trembled and worked himself into the bed, simultaneously working Dean's medicinal fingers deeper into his rectum.

A firm hand on his lower back stilled his movements. The fingers retracted and he groaned at the loss of contact, even though it was mildly painful. Pressure on his hip from Dean caused him to roll over onto his stomach, and Dean planted a kiss on each thigh before licking a timid trail up Cas's turgid cock. The smaller man cried out and bucked up.

"De-Dean, you don't have to… I was going to- ah!" Castiel panted between licks, his stomach muscles clenching hard. Dean looked up at him, green eyes aflame.

"Oh, don't worry sweetheart you will," he replied, turning his attention back to the masterpiece before him. He bobbed his head up and down the length of Castiel's hard cock, swiping swift licks over the tip and gently trailing his teeth over the shaft. When Castiel came, bucking up into Dean's mouth, he swallowed every drop, working him long after he's been wrung dry causing his angel to wrack hard from tremors.

Without any real warning, Cas pushed up, attempting to put Dean in the same position he had been in, on his back. Dean tensed from the sudden movement, arms coming up in front of his chest and eyes falling wide open. Castiel stopped dead, eyes widening at his stupidity, holding his palms open to the larger man who took a steadying breath and came forward to set his back to the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. Castiel settled between his thighs, keeping his eyes cast down and ass in the air to show his submission to the timid top.

Dean placed a steadying hand on Cas's head as he began lapping up and down the length of Dean's substantial size. It was a good thing they had decided to hold off on the sex, Cas didn't think he could take Dean just yet. His girth alone was alarming in that regard. As Cas struggled to swallow down the larger man's member, the fingers in his hair became caressing, carding through his ever-tousled black hair. He bucked slightly, holding Cas's head still for a second as his balls drew up and he came down the smaller man's throat who tried his best to swallow it all but missed a drop which trailed down his chin. Dean caught it with a swipe of his thumb and offered it to Cas who sucked the digit clean.

The older Winchester tugged his angel into his lap, kissing him thoroughly as they adjusted their pants and wriggled into position, Dean forming the larger of two spoons and curling tightly around Cas, who couldn't be held tightly enough. He checked the alarm and nestled his nose into the back of Cas's neck.

"You are so perfect," he whispered under his breath, but Cas caught the statement and blushed, thankful that the light was turned out. He tried not to shiver at the soft touches that traced each separate feather on his back, goose-bumps breaking out over his skin at the bare contact. Dean loved to feel skin, and Castiel's felt softer than a newborn baby. He nuzzled into the back of the smaller man's neck, planting a kiss there, and let sleep take over.

They drifted off, and for once it was peaceful and quiet in the house at night.

keep up the feedings! i'm loving the responses :D