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Chapter 13

"Dean?" Castiel squinted and rubbed his eyes. Dean didn't say anything and looked at Castiel in shock, like he hadn't expected him to answer. Which was stupid. It was Castiel's room after all.

"Dean, what are you doing here?" he repeated.

"Cas?"

"Yes. Castiel. This is my room," he deadpanned.

"But you were…she said you were gone."

Dean stood there looking utterly lost and it took the better portion of Castiel's restraint not reach out to him. He had to remind himself that Dean had eliminated him.

The man still stood there, like he was expecting an answer though and it took Castiel a moment to figure out what Dean must have meant. "Right, you're right. It was my intention to leave tonight, but the first flight back to L.A. departs tomorrow morning. I did not think anyone would mind if I remained an additional night. Didn't Gabriel tell you?"

Castiel could actually see the changes in Dean's expression as he absorbed the information. Shock, confusion and finally something approaching hope flashed across his face. At the mention of his brother's name however, everything morphed into a mask of supreme annoyance.

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Gabriel, huh? Gabriel." He said the name like a curse. "I rode a friggin' horse to the airport! This is all about that stupid pony stunt. Just wait till I get my hands on that mother f—"

"You were at the airport?"

Dean had finally recovered his voice. "Well, yeah, Cas, I couldn't just let you leave. Not without telling you…" his eyes drifted downward and he blushed.

"What?"

But Dean couldn't seem to say it. Instead, Castiel was pushed back into the room as a pair of hands gripped tightly around his waist and a rough set of lips crashed into his own.

Dean kissed like the world was ending. Before, Castiel hadn't let himself wonder if the man had kissed him back but now, it was like Dean was everywhere at once. Castiel moaned despite himself as Dean's tongue swiped across his lower lip.

His body felt like it was on fire and the only way to put it out was to grab onto Dean a little tighter as the man pushed him up against a wall. Dean used the new position to his advantage and slid a knee between Castiel's legs.

Castiel gasped at the sensation and opened his mouth involuntarily. Dean was instantly inside him, twining his tongue with Castiel's as his hands raced up and down the smaller man's sides.

Moonlight streamed through the room's windows and highlighted the subtle contours of Dean's skin. Even in the pale light, Castiel could see each individual freckle that frosted the man's cheeks.

Dean's hands drifted to the hem of Castiel's shirt and if he thought his body had been on fire, it became an inferno at the first touch of Dean's hands against his bare chest. Castiel's hands instantly crept under Dean's shirt in return, eliciting a low moan from the green-eyed man as they drifted over his harden nipples.

Dean, loosing the last of his restraint, openly rocked into Castiel now and the friction did things to Castiel that he had never dreamed could feel at once so painful and so good. He tried to remember his name, his career, or anything really, but there was only Dean.

"Dean," he moaned and tried to recall what had happened to his shirt.

"Cas," came the only reply from an equally shirtless Dean. Dean's hands slid down to twine with Castiel's and the man pulled him toward the bed.

Lying down beside Dean had to be one of the best moments he could have ever imagined. All his life, he had slept alone, and to find someone unexpectedly beside him was so enthralling that Castiel's heart leapt as Dean ran his thumb up and down his cheek. He reached over to capture the other man's lips again.

They kissed, slow and intimate, for what felt like seconds, or possibly several lifetimes before Dean pulled back.

"I thought I lost you. You have no idea."

"I do, actually."

Dean kissed him lightly again. "There was a note with the camera. You were supposed to read about how incredibly awesome you are and how incredibly stupid I am, but you never got it did you?"

He hadn't. Bela had made sure of that. He only shook his head in reply though.

Dean looked like he wanted to rant about Bela, but suddenly his eyes softened. "You know what? We've already wasted too much time on her tonight. How about I tell you what my letter said instead?"

So Dean told him and Castiel kissed him passionately in reply. After a while though, Dean rolled over and stumbled off the bed, like he had had an idea. Castiel saw him searching through a jacket that had been discarded by the door.

Dean slid back onto the bed and a wet mass of…something…was shoved into Castiel's hand. He peered at it through the moonlight.

"You brought me a dead flower?"

Dean chucked and slid a warm arm over Castiel's waist. "It used to be a rose. You know, before I slapped Balthazar with it, crumpled it into the Impala and shoved it inside my jacket on the way to the airport. Yep, definitely used to be a rose."

"This is part where I should thank you for my dead flower then, yes?"

"No need. If I could, I would give you a million dead flowers."

"I don't know whether that is the most pathetic or most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."

"Don't think too hard on it then." With a happy sigh, Dean pulled Castiel against his chest and buried his nose in the man's hair. "You smell fantastic, by the way," were the last words he said before the sound of steady breathing filled the room and he was asleep.

Castiel smiled to himself and clutched his rose a little harder as he drifted off as well.

Balthazar was fuming as he kicked a random trashcan at the Denver airport. He had failed to persuade the Singer man to turn around and was now stuck searching uselessly through the terminal.

Castiel wasn't here and Dean had known it. Castiel wasn't ever going to be here, but Bobby still insisted on walking through the entire baggage claim area calling his name. Balthazar cursed all the great footage he had missed out on and could only hope his extra cameras scattered throughout the mansion had picked something up.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't legal to insert cameras into the contestant's private rooms or the Winchester's own sleeping quarters. That didn't mean he hadn't installed them himself regardless late one night though.

A flash of dark hair and a neat suit passing by caught his attention however and he did a double take. Was it possible this evening wasn't going to be a complete waste after all?

"Mr. Winchester?" he called hesitantly. "Mr. John Winchester?" The dark haired man turned around and strode his direction.