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Cas and Dean looked at each other in panic before rushing to the door, Dean trying to open it with all his might, foot pushing against the wall next to it.

"Move!" Cas demanded, trying to open it himself.

After about ten minutes of fruitless pulling and shoving and cursing, they both were forced to accept that that door just wasn't opening.

Dean ran a hand through his hair, only to find it sticky with blood afterwards.

"Can't see a fucking thing," he growled, the pain of his battered body now finally sinking in.

There was a moment of silence as Cas walked to the only window in the room, drawing the curtains. The window was so small, Dean doubted his head would have fit through it, never mind the rest of his body. That was that escape plan down the drain.

That train of thought reminded him that he was actually in a lot of pain right now, and with a hiss he looked down at his body.

Cas did the same, and his brow furrowed.

"Come here," the angel muttered, touching his forehead and healing him.

"Thanks."

They were silent for a few moments.

"Looks like we're trapped here," Dean then said.

"Apparently."

"You sure you can't get us out?"

Cas looked pained. "I'm.. sure."

"Right. Son of a bitch is gonna fucking pay. Hang on, I'll call Sam."

Cas slowly moved to the other side of the tiny room, basically pressing himself against the wall to be as far away from Dean as possible.

The hunter cursed, chucking his phone through the small room. "God damn it! No reception."

He stared off into the distance for a while, before leaning heavily against the wall, sliding down onto the ground.

"Fuck," Dean muttered, covering his face with his hands. "Fuck."

"Dean, it's not such a big deal. Sam will know something's wrong and -"

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up, Cas!" Dean snapped.

"Calm down -"

"No! Don't you fucking tell me to calm down, you stupid son of a bitch! You don't get it, do you? You don't.." he trailed off, running his hands through his hair.

"Of course I get it, Dean," Cas said quietly.

Dean looked up into Cas' sad eyes, and he felt a sharp stab of guilt run through him.

"I.. I'm sorry, Cas. I just.. you know.. This is.."

"Inconvenient for our situation?" Cas offered.

Dean let out a bitter chuckle. "You could say that."

Cas allowed himself a smile, and they looked at each other for a while, smiles slowly fading. Dean swallowed loudly, heart beating loudly in his ears.

"As long as you stay there and I stay here, nothing will happen," Cas said, his voice low.

"Yeah," the hunter muttered, rubbing his eyes, and keeping them closed afterwards.

Maybe if he couldn't see Cas, it wouldn't be that bad. He took a deep breath through his nose, becoming increasingly aware of the angel's presence only a couple of feet away from him.

After what seemed like ages, he finally opened his eyes, only to find Cas staring at him with his jaw and fists clenched.

A muscle twitched in Dean's cheek, and he forced himself to stay where he was, not moving an inch. He could actually feel sweat beading on his forehead from the effort. Cas watched him in silence.

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours, until Dean had to actually sit on his hands to keep them from shaking so badly. He had to do something to distract himself – to distract them both, even.

"Hey, Cas?"

"Yes?"

"I never used to believe in angels, you know."

Cas cleared his throat. "Yes, I know."

"And uh.. since I've been a bit of a douchebag to you lately.. whatever I say.."

The angel tilted his head.

"I'm glad you proved me wrong."

Cas smiled. "Wouldn't this be described as one of your hated 'chick-flick moments'?"

Dean smirked. "Shut up. If you ever breathe a word of this to Sam, I swear to your dad I won't be responsible for my fucking actions."

They both chuckled, until it fell comfortably silent – at first. After a few minutes of listening to each other breathing again, Dean could feel the familiar tugging. He looked at Cas, taking in every detail of him. He saw the quickening pulse in his neck, the clenched fists with nails digging into the palms. The tired, tired eyes staring at the ground. The pale lips, the tongue darting out to wet them.

"Fuck this," he finally grunted, sitting up.

"Look, Dean," Cas said quietly, "don't worry. Nothing is going to happen. I won't let it."

"Cas, you don't get it.." Dean whispered as he slowly made his way to the angel, who immediately stiffened.

"I can't.. I want it to happen," he muttered, his hands reaching up to touch Cas' face. "I fuckin' hate myself for it. I'm too weak, Cas. I can't do this any more."

"Dean, no," Cas said softly, hands going up to grab Dean's and pull them gently away from his face.

"No, Cas. Enough," Dean hissed, his hands going up to tangle in the angel's hair. "It's gonna fucking happen sooner or later anyway. What's the point any more?"

"Dean," Cas said firmly, but with the hint of a tremble in his voice, as the hunter pressed his lips against his jaw. "Stop. You don't want this and you know it."

"Fuck, I want this," Dean groaned in his ear, sending shivers down Castiel's spine.

Cas tried to stand up, but Dean grasped him firmly by the shoulders and shoved him back down again.

"Oh, no. You're not getting out of this one. Not any more," the eldest Winchester said fiercely.

Cas stared at him with hard eyes, not saying anything for a while.

"Fine," he then growled. "You want to do this? Then we'll do this."

With those words, he lunged forward, grabbing the startled hunter's collar and yanking him towards himself. There was a tiny moment of hesitation as they felt each other's breath on their lips, before they simultaneously closed the gap. The kiss was needy, desperate and sloppy.

Cas let out a growl from the back of his throat, his hands roaming all over Dean's body.

He leaned forward until Dean was lying down, leaning up on his elbows. The angel attacked his neck, pressing his lips and grazing his teeth against it, making Dean shudder and groan under him.

The hunter's hands crept up under Cas' shirt, nails digging into his sides.

Cas moved his lips back up to Dean's again, kissing him hungrily.

"Dean," he breathed into the kiss every few seconds.

Dean roughly shoved the angel back before tearing off his trench coat. He didn't bother with the buttons on Cas' shirt, just ripping it open and tossing it over his shoulder. His hands went to his own shirt, but Cas batted his hands away and tore it off.

The hunter's hands crept up Cas' back, pausing when he felt something soft and silky, inches above the skin.

"Wha.."

He looked up at Cas' face, saw how his eyes were shut tight and his teeth were gritted, his breath coming in sharp hisses. Realisation dawned on him, and he tentatively stroked his fingers upwards, feeling the soft texture of feathers, sure enough.

The movement forced a wretched moan from the angel. Dean allowed himself a brief grin before he stroked the wings as far as he could reach, and then trailing his fingers back down again. Cas shuddered, and let himself go, his wings uncloaking.

Dean stared at them, speechless. They were even more beautiful up close. He watched the light reflecting on the black-blue wings, giving them a soft glow.

Cas watched Dean in silence. The hunter ran a finger along a few feathers, and the wing twitched slightly.

"Jesus, Cas," Dean muttered.

The angel pulled Dean towards him, biting and kissing at his jaw, his neck, his collarbones. Dean cursed beneath him, momentarily distracted from the wings. He suddenly felt the incredible pull of the bond, stronger than ever, and it made him gasp loudly. By the expression on Cas' face, he'd felt it too. They stared at each other for a brief few seconds before Cas made a low growling sound in the back of his throat and reached for Dean's trousers, practically tearing them off. His own were torn off by Dean before he had the chance to do it himself.

The incredible hunger took over them both, making them throw all their rational thoughts aside. Cas shoved Dean onto his back, and the latter pulled him along with him, smashing their lips together.

The hunter could feel soft warmth wrapping around him, and he opened his eyes to find that Cas had wrapped his wings around them both, cocooning them.

"Dean," Cas said through gritted teeth, obviously putting a lot of effort into stopping himself. "Do you trust me?"

Dean looked up in those blue, pure eyes, and he couldn't find anything he didn't love. He gave a short nod, words failing him.

And then Cas was inside him, and he couldn't breathe. He'd expected it to hurt, especially since it was his first time ever, but there was nothing. He supposed it had to do with the bond. All he could feel was pure pleasure, and hunger, and lust, and tons of other emotions which he couldn't bother to dwell on at the moment.

Dean was caught in a wave of moans and sweat and skin against skin, and the soft feel of feathers around them, shielding them from the little light there was. All he could see, feel, taste, was Cas.

Castiel.

The name was on his lips more times than he could count as the angel moved in him. His own hands stroked his ribs and his back, and finally his wings, and Dean saw how his angel was falling apart, not unlike him.

Dean.

This man under him, this absolute beautiful human being with the brightest soul he had ever seen, was making him feel things he'd never thought he'd ever feel. With every touch, and moan, and kiss, and breath of his name, Cas could feel himself becoming overwhelmed by all the new emotions, the sensations. Every stroke of his wings made him shudder, and every thrust made him moan uncontrollably.

He felt like a man who had been insatiably thirsty all his life, and was now finally getting his drink of water.

There was nothing that had ever been, or could ever be, more right than this.

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