Author's Note: Cas/Dean this chapter for those who have been missing it. First part takes places while Bobby, Rachel, Sam, and Loki are at the graveyard. Cas/Dean smut. I know you all have missed it. Totally. The Sam/Loki love doesn't make up for missing Cas/Dean sex!

There Can Be No Peace

Ch. 10

Back at the motel, Cas and Dean were sort of taking a backseat to the action. This was just a haunting, Dean thought, and the others could handle it with no problem. They'd done plenty in the past few weeks and deserved a little break. Cas was currently sleeping on top of Dean, on the couch. Apparently, neither one wanted to sleep in a bed at the moment. Dean poked his angel a bit. Cas snored as a human. Dean thought it was cute, but sometimes it could get annoying, like when he was trying to sleep himself.

Cas grunted, gave a little sleepy snort, and opened one eye, slightly glaring at Dean. He wasn't used to having to sleep, so when he did, he tried to sleep well so he wouldn't have to do it so much. Apparently sleeping really bothered him.

"What is it, love? If you didn't notice, I was asleep."

"You were snoring. Loudly. I'm trying to sleep myself. I had to poke you to make you stop. I think its cute, really, the snoring, but I'm tired too. I mean, we've been working really hard…"

Castiel snorted. "If by working, you mean…uhm…NOT working, then yeah, we sure have…"

Dean threw a pillow at Cas, who just let it hit him in the face. He was still sleepy and didn't really want to have to put up with a cranky Dean right now. He just sighed and snuggled on top of Dean, whom he was using as a pillow and a bed at the moment. Dean didn't seem to mind at all. His Dean was a nice pillow, and a nice bed...he could sleep on him all day...but Dean didn't seem to have sleeping on the brain anymore.

Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and pulled him up toward him, fully waking the very sleepy angel.

"Since you don't seem to wanna let me sleep, you ain't sleepin either, buddy."

Dean pulled him into a kiss. Cas, though still a little sleepy, felt himself harden, as he did every time he kissed Dean. Loki was sort of right. They were like damn rabbits on a honeymoon. Everything Dean did turned him on. Being human was hard. Literally.

Cas opened his mouth slightly, feeling Dean's tongue slip inside. He bit down a little bit, causing Dean to give a muffled moan. They kissed a bit longer. Dean's hand slid down Cas's pants, softly stroking his mounting erection, causing him to moan too. He could feel Dean's own hardness beneath him.

"We need to be naked for this..." Cas breathed, and tried to undo his pants.

Slapping his hand away, Dean said, "Not necessarily, darling. Haven't I shown you before that not all sex requires you to be naked? However, I like you best with your pants off." Dean undid Cas's pants for him, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor, along with the boxer shorts Dean had insisted Cas wear. Cas was baffled as to why he should wear any type of underclothing, but Dean had explained that going commando had its downfalls as well as its perks.

Dean flipped Cas around, so he was on top of the former angel, and slid down his body, stroking him here and there. He squeezed Cas's erection, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him, before sliding off the couch, onto the floor. He licked his angel's cock, the familiar taste and hardness causing Dean's own raging erection to become even worse.

He slid his own pants down, allowing his throbbing dick to be free of the confining jeans. Squeezing his own cock in time with the licks, and sucks, and kisses he liberally applied to Cas's cock, Dean was feeling much pleasure. He really hoped Sam didn't walk in on them right now. Or even worse, Rachel and Bobby. Sam, at least...well, he sort of understood. He was fucking the trickster after all. That sicko had probably convinced Sam to do who knows what to him...

After talking to Loki himself, Dean had managed to convince the annoying moron to soundproof the walls both ways, so that he and Cas wouldn't have to listen to Sam and Loki's nightly fuckfest. Dean gave up thinking about Loki. It would make his erection shrink if he thought about that guy too much. Bleh. He had no clue what Sam saw in him. Oh well. Wasn't Dean's problem. The eldest Winchester went back to harshly sucking Cas's cock. The angel was practically trembling beneath him. His cock was throbbing in Dean's mouth.

Cas arched his back in pleasure, feeling Dean's teeth, tongue, lips, on his cock, making him tremble beneath him. A man could only take so much. Dean was really dragging it out! Cas reached down and grabbed what little he could of Dean's short hair, moaning and pulling on it.

Dean felt his angel grab his hair, heard him give that cute, sexy little moan of his. His beloved Castiel. He continued to lick and suck his angel's cock. The throbbing organ in his mouth tasted like the sweetest honey to him.

He felt Castiel shudder, and heard him cry out. Dean's mouth was suddenly full of Cas's cum. It tasted as sweet as he did. As everything about him did. Dean just rolled the sweet substance around in his mouth before swallowing it. He had been stroking his own cock in time with the licks and kisses on Cas's, so he was close to climax himself.

Dean let out a small gasp as he came all over the front of the couch. They would have to clean that up. The owner of the inn likely wouldn't approve of "love stains" on her furniture.

Cas rolled over on the couch, sitting up a bit and looking Dean in the eyes. He grinned, a little wicked grin that was becoming common of Cas lately. Dean liked it. He loved when his angel smiled, especially THAT smile.

"I guess that was worth waking me up for. Also, I don't snore!" Cas cuffed Dean on the back of his head lightly. They'd argued over this before. Cas INSISTED that he did not snore, but he very definitely did. Dean was adamant about it and was one day going to record Cas on his cell phone, snoring, just to prove him wrong.

"You do to snore. Either way, it doesn't matter." Dean got back on the couch, pushing Cas back down, now occupying the space formerly taken by Cas. He was laying on the smaller man now. He trapped Cas's arms on the couch and kissed him, deeply, fiercely.

"You got me trapped. But if you want to trap me to kiss me...you can do it as much as you want." He returned Dean's deep kiss with one of his own, using liberal tongue. Castiel licked his lips, still enjoying the taste of Dean on them.

"What do we do now? Find Bobby and Rachel and help them out?"

Dean shrugged. "Nah. They got it covered. Besides, Sam and Loki popped out of here. I heard that weird swooshing noise Loki makes when he teleports. He took Sam with him. They got help. We can...enjoy ourselves a little more."

Cas giggled. "I'm not sure I can handle it if I enjoy myself anymore." He put his hands on Dean's shoulders, then drew him into a hug.

"This isn't punishment at all. Sometimes I can't help but feel bad, still, Dean. For all the bad stuff I did last year...I shouldn't have got this. I should have been punished. Not that I'm not grateful. I am. So grateful." As if to emphasize this, he once more kissed his beloved Dean.

"Cas, shut up about the punishment shit. God didn't punish you. Unless being with me is somehow punishment. You know, I can punish you if you really want..." Dean grinned wickedly and trapped Cas's arms on the couch again.

Cas glared at him. "I'm serious, Dean!"

Dean just grinned. "So am I. Do you want a spanking, bad boy? Turn over so I can give you a proper one, then." He lightly smacked what little of Cas's ass he could reach.

Cas playfully shoved Dean's hand away from his ass. "Dean! You can spank me later! I'm hungry. For FOOD!" He added, before Dean said something lewd.

Cas and Dean were getting dressed when Sam and Loki came in the door. They just looked at them, Sam raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Dean noticed he had his arm around Loki's shoulders and was not the least bit self-conscious about it. Loki grinned wickedly. Dean sighed audibly.

"Yeah, yeah, Trickster. Say something perverted and get it over with. I don't care anymore. You're fucking my brother. Or he's fucking you. Whatever."

Loki just shrugged, but his wicked smile had been wiped from his face. "So what? I ain't just fucking him! I love Sammy, and Sammy loves me! Ain't that right, Sammy?" Loki turned to Sam and kissed him. Sam didn't push him away in disgust or glare at him like usual, instead, he seemed to be enjoying it.

Sam licked his lips nervously, but managed to keep his composure. "Of course. I always have, Loki. Go upstairs, will you? I want to talk to my brother and Cas alone for a minute, if you please."

Normally Loki didn't do anything he was asked to, but he just gave Sam a fake, silly bow and went upstairs as asked.

Sam approached Cas and Dean, about to sit on the couch before noticing the mess Dean had made, and sat in a nearby chair instead.

"I know you guys think its weird, or too sudden, or whatever, but...I really do love him. He really does love me. When he was...still Gabriel. He told me he loved, even then. He loved me enough to die for me. For so long, I thought I was incapable of being loved. That I was...cursed. That Loki, Gabriel, was just sent here to torment me."

Dean and Cas hadn't spoke, both just listening to Sam, so he continued.

"When Loki told me he loved me last night, I...I realized I wasn't cursed or being punished or anything like that. That, maybe, God sent Loki here for me. I loved him when he was Gabriel. I just didn't think anything would come of me loving him as Loki, so I tried to push him away. I shouldn't have. He's...wonderful, no matter what you guys think. So, please, if you can...be a little nicer to him. I've stopped making comments about you guys, so...just leave Loki alone, okay?"

Sam waited for their response, wincing inwardly, hoping they would agree to stop antagonizing his love.

Dean was the only one who spoke. Cas seemed to shocked.

"Sammy, you're my brother. I don't care who you love. I'll admit, I'm a little shocked, but...it doesn't surprise me. I mean, hell, we BOTH fell in love with a former angel! Its not so bad! I'm happy for you, Sammy."

Dean hugged Sam, clapping him on the back in the process. "So, uh, I gotta ask, you know me...is he a good lay?"

Cas somehow choked on his own breath at this. "DEAN!"

Dean turned to Cas. "WHAT? I just wanna know! You know you're the only lay for me, baby."

Sam snorted. "Loki's had millions of years of experience. Take a wild guess about that one."

Sam turned and headed upstairs, to the room with his love, only to find Loki waiting outside for him.