Castiel watched Dean sleep for a while once the bright glow of the morning sun shone through the cabin window and had awoken him. Dean was truly beautiful – from the way his lips pouted, to the peaceful expression on his face. Cas gently ran a hand through Dean's soft, short hair causing the hunter to smile in his sleep and make a hum affectionately. Cas leaned down and kissed his forehead. Dean stirred slightly, rolling over on his side facing the angel. Cas pet his hair again, and Dean's eyes fluttered open.
"I like the way you wake me up," he smiled, looking up into the angel's eyes.
"I didn't mean to." Cas replied, still petting Dean's hair.
"It's ok, I got my four hours." Dean said as he rolled onto his back. "Come 'ere." He pulled Cas down to kiss him sweetly. He got out of bed a minute later, and pulled on a T-shirt and shorts. "I'm gonna grab some breakfast, k?" Cas nodded and laid back down, the pillow still warm from where Dean had just been laying. Dean left the room and headed upstairs. He absentmindedly put his hands in his shorts pockets, and felt something on the left side. He pulled out a photograph. It was the picture of Cas at the butterfly farm. These must be Cas's shorts, he thought to himself as he put the photo back in the pocket. Then he remembered about the photos they had taken on formal night, and headed for Deck 7.
Dean looked around the photo gallery, scanning all the photos until he found the two pictures of him and Cas. He took them off the rack and a smile spread across his face. He briefly wondered why he had felt so uncomfortable when the photos were taken. He pushed the thought aside and purchased the photos.
"Well, don't you two just look like peas in a pod!" Exclaimed the older woman behind the counter in a Southern drawl. Dean blushed slightly and nodded, not sure what to say to the first person acknowledging them as a couple. He mumbled a "thank you" as he left the gallery and headed through the atrium past the shops. Halfway down the hall, he paused. There was a jewelry shop. With expensive jewelry. The kind you buy for your "pea in the pod." He shook his head and made his way up to the buffet. He filled his plate and took a seat at an empty table. He stuffed his face, then washed everything down with a carton of chocolate milk.
When Dean returned to the cabin, Cas was just stepping out of the bathroom in his bathing suit. "Hello, Dean."
"Hey, uh, you going to the pool?"
"I would like to sit in the hot tub. My limbs and other parts of my body are sore from last night..." He trailed off, blushing.
"Oh...right. Ok. Can I join you?"
"Yes."
Dean handed him the bag. "Here, look what I found." Cas took out the photos, and his face lit up as he looked at them.
"Dean, these are wonderful!" Cas gave him a hug.
"Yeah, you, uh, you look really good in them." Dean hugged him back briefly, before grabbing his bathing suit off the bureau to change into. Cas set the photos on the bureau, and Dean handed him the black hipster shades before donning his own aviators. Cas held Dean's hand as they walked up to the pool deck, and Dean felt comfortable with it. They held hands until they reached the hot tub. There were many people out on the deck, since it was a sea day with no destination while the boat travelled back to America. Passengers were having lunch or suntanning on the deck chairs, and others were in the pool and jacuzzis. And nobody, Dean realized, was staring at the two handsome men holding hands. Dean smiled as he stepped into the semi-crowded hot tub. Cas followed, and took a seat beside him.
"It's very warm," Cas remarked.
"Yeah, that's why they call it a 'hot tub'." Dean teased. He put a hand on Cas's thigh, hidden beneath the bubbles, and Cas looked over at him. The angel put his hand on top of Dean's, and Dean rested his head back against the edge of the tub with a smile. After a few minutes, Dean opened his eyes and a bartender walking by with colorful drinks caught his eye. He flagged the man down and ordered a beer. Minutes later, the Filipino man returned with an ice cold beer which Dean downed happily.
"Nice tattoo," a college girl said as she walked by the hot tub.
"Uh, thanks," Dean replied, turning back to Cas.
"It seems as though your anti-possession symbol draws attention."
Dean raised a brow. "I like to think it's because of my good looks," he replied with a smirk. Cas pouted and looked down at the water bubbling around him. "Cas, are you- are you jealous?" Dean asked with a grin. Cas squinted at him from behind the sunglasses, and Dean chuckled. He leaned over and kissed Cas's cheek, regardless of the several other people in the jacuzzi. Cas blushed, not used to being shown affection in public. Dean also felt heat rise in his cheeks as he remembered they were surrounded by people. He downed the rest of his beer, and sunk down into the water up to his shoulders, looking down at the bubbles. After a while the other passengers got out, leaving Dean and Cas alone in the hot tub. But then the college girl appeared and took a seat across from them. Cas sat rigid, and Dean wished he had another drink.
"Hey, guys." She said cheerfully,
"Hey," Dean replied with a nod. He turned to face the deck and scanned for a bartender, waving at the first one he saw and ordering another beer,
"How's your vacation?" The girl asked politely.
"It's great. How's yours?" Dean answered, realizing he couldn't really escape the conversation.
"Lotsa fun. I'm Chel. What are your names?"
"I'm Dean, and this is, uh- this is Cas."
"Nice to meet you, Dean and Cas." She replied with a smile. Cas acknowledged her, but he was silently imploding. He was very confused as to why he felt so incredibly threatened by this human girl. She seemed to be half Dean's age. But yet Cas worried that Dean would take an interest in her. Feeling ridiculous, Cas turned to face the opposite direction, watching some small humans riding the waterslide into the pool. Dean continued his small talk with Chel, even though he wanted to escape the awkward situation. He finished his second beer, and then ordered a third and a fourth. After a while, Chel finally left and Dean and Cas were once again alone in the jacuzzi.
"Hey, Cas, what's up your ass?" Dean slurred. Cas rolled his eyes and didn't answer. Dean was intoxicated, and Cas didn't want to make him upset. It seemed as though Dean only drank so much when he was confused about his feelings, as he had done so in the beginning of the cruise. Cas hoped he wasn't now having confused feelings for Chel. Did Dean like the way her bikini top had seemed two sizes too small? Or the way she admired his tattoo? Cas sighed as he turned around to face the hunter.
"I don't advise sitting in this burning water much longer while intoxicated." He put a hand on Dean's arm, and teleported them to their cabin. He gave Dean a towel as he stood there disoriented, his bathing suit dripping on the carpet. Cas dried himself off and quickly changed into a dry pair of boxers.
"Dammit, Cas." Dean complained as he sat down on his bed. "Why're you so...jealous? It's...It's adorable." He grinned stupidly.
"Dean, I am not amused by this."
"Ok, ok, s-sorry." Dean put up his hands in mock defense as Cas stepped closer to him.
"You are?" He asked as he sat on Dean's lap.
"Y-yeah...sorry."
"Good. Because you are mine."
"W-what?"
"You're mine." Cas said firmly, pressing his lips to Dean's mouth in an aggressive kiss. He pushed Dean to lie back on the bed, and bit his neck to assert his dominance. Dean growled before Cas kissed him again. Dean gripped Cas's hips with strong hands, kissing him back. Cas grinded for friction, causing Dean to moan into his mouth. He sat back to pull down Dean's trunks and took Dean into his mouth. He groaned and entangled his hands in the angel's hair. His mind was fuzzy and now only focused on one thing.
"Cas- ah!" He yelped as Cas pushed his grace inside him. Dean wriggled, but Cas held him in place, looking up at him with glowing blue eyes. He focused his grace on preparing Dean for his size. Realizing in his drunken haze just how strong Cas really was, Dean gave up trying to move and laid there a moaning, writhing mess as Cas teased with his tongue and used his grace to stretch his entrance. Cas focused his grace to push in more, and Dean groaned as it brushed against his sweet spot. The more noises Dean made, the more Cas became intoxicated with lust.
"Dean,"he said as he sat back on the bed. "May I..." He showed Dean what he meant by focusing his grace to push in and out of Dean's entrance, making him moan again. He continued to make his grace move in and out, enjoying the sounds escaping the hunter's mouth.
"Fuck me..." Dean begged, his brain now even fuzzier because of the overwhelming pleasure enveloping his body. Cas's heart skipped a beat and his arousal throbbed at hearing Dean say that. "I took your virginity...only fair that you...you take mine." He managed, looking into the angel's eyes. Cas's eyes went back to their normal blue as he stopped using his grace, and carefully lined himself up with Dean's entrance. He pushed in slowly, biting his lip because Dean was still agonizingly tight. Dean clenched his teeth as Cas pushed in more. Dean knew Cas was huge, but he didn't know he was that huge. "Ah-" he winced an octave higher than normal. He felt Cas throb inside him once he was in all the way.
"Does this feel...ok?"
"Cas, you're... freakin' huge," Dean slurred. Cas blushed at the compliment. "Just- move..." Dean continued. "...'n don't kill me." Cas pulled out halfway and then pushed back in, causing Dean to clench his teeth again.
"Is there,,,supposed to be this much pain?" Cas squinted, as he repeated the action.
"I could ask you the same thing," Dean replied through his teeth. Cas paused and slowly pulled all the way out. He reached over on the bedside table for the bottle of lube from the other night. He applied a generous amount to both Dean and himself, before trying again. This time, he slid right in, much to both of their relief. He started moving in and out at a slow, steady pace, not used to moving his body that way. Dean started groaning and breathing the angel's name, and Cas moved faster, moaning just as frequently. Dean's mind was starting to clear, even though he was now overwhelmed with lust. He knew what Cas was doing to him, and he knew that if he was sober, there would be no way in hell it would be happening. But in the moment, he realized that he didn't mind Cas being inside him and that he was bottoming. Especially since Cas was making him feel so good. He was hitting Dean's prostate repeatedly with each thrust because of his incredible size. He gripped Cas's hips tight as he moaned. Cas's thrusts became more fluid and confident the more he moved and the more he wanted it. He looked into Dean's eyes, a moan escaping his lips as he held the hunter's gaze. The angel's eyes suddenly turned blue, as he used his grace to pleasure Dean once again. He made his grace vibrate around Dean's aching cock, causing the hunter to press his head back into the pillow and moan louder than before. Cas could feel himself getting closer by hearing the sounds Dean was making, and seeing his beautiful face contorted with need and pleasure. He leaned down and bit Dean's neck playfully, giving the new angle a try. Dean's head cleared for a moment, and he remembered what Cas had said at the beginning of all this, "you're mine." Dean liked the sound of that. "I'm yours, Cas." He panted. Cas squinted down at him, his eyes still glowing. The vibration Dean had been enjoying seemed to dissipate, and he instantly missed it.
"Say it again?"
"I'm yours," Dean said louder, looking up into the angel's beautiful eyes. He smiled, and then his eyes glowed once again, the vibration returning to pleasure Dean to the fullest. It was more intense now, as Cas thrusted as hard as he could. His rhythm was slightly off, but he was getting what he needed out of it. Dean moaned as the wave of pleasure hit him, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He gripped the angel's hips, and pulled him into him again and again, helping Cas thrust harder. "Fuck, Cas." He moaned, closing his eyes.
"Dean, I want you to...cum," Cas said huskily, remembering what Dean had said to him before.
"Unh, Cas, fuuuuuck," Dean growled as the vibration intensified so much that he saw stars behind his closed eyelids. "Cas, I'm gonna- uhhh, baby...unh-Cas-" he gulped in some air and then moaned again as he came hard, covering both their stomachs in the process. Cas lasted only a second longer, before he followed.
"Dean! Uhhh, Deannnn-unh," Cas moaned, slowing down his thrusts before stopping all together. He stayed in the same position, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Small beads of sweat clung to the hair hanging over his forehead. Dean looked up at his angel, his mind sober again.
"I think I'll have to make you jealous more often," he teased, giving Cas a wink.
"I would hope that you wouldn't do such a thing. It is a very unpleasant feeling." Cas replied, laying down beside him.
"I know, I'm just kidding. You know I'm yours, Cas." Dean smiled and leaned over to give him a quick kiss. "I'm also starving. What do ya say we go get some lunch?"
"I am quite tired, Dean." Cas answered, snuggling up next to Dean and putting an arm around his abdomen.
"Ya, I could go for a nap, too, actually.." Dean pulled the covers up over them, and put his arms around the angel and closed his eyes.
About an hour later, Dean's stomach rumbling woke him up. He realized as he got up, just how sore he was after what Cas had done to him. He winced as he stood, and grabbed a clean pair of boxers to pull on. Cas stirred under the sheets behind him, and opened his eyes.
"You really did a number on me, Cas. My ass is killing me."
"Would you like me to heal you?"
"That would be nice." Cas got out of bed and stood in front of the hunter. He pressed his two fingers to Dean's forehead, and a second later the pain had vanished. "Thanks."
"You are welcome. Do you have any interest in attending the dining room for a meal?"
Dean thought for a moment. "I could go for a steak again," he answered. "So...is this another date?" He asked as he pulled on his black dress pants and a plaid button up shirt.
"Yes, this is a date." Cas met Dean's eyes with a smile, as he rummaged through his duffle bag for a clean outfit. He found a teal short sleeve button up shirt, and pulled on his black dress pants as well. Dean blushed as he gelled his hair in front of the bureau mirror. He checked the time, it was only 3:30 in the afternoon. He shrugged, deciding that he could grab a late-night snack at the buffet later on. His stomach rumbled again as he thought about what they might serve in the buffet that evening. There was something different every night, but at least they kept the pie the same. He ran his gel-covered fingers through Cas's messy black hair, and then sprayed on some cologne. They took the stairs up to Deck 6 to eat in the main dining room.
When they finished eating, it was quarter of five. They walked up a level, and meandered through the atrium. Dean took an extra long look at the jewelry store as they past it, and luckily, Cas didn't seem to notice.
"Hey, Cas, uh, did you want to check out some of the stuff that was in the newsletter today?"
"Oh, yes! I had forgotten about that!" Cas exclaimed. He walked a few feet down the hall to where the guest services desk was located, and pulled a newsletter out of the slot on the counter. He scanned the list of activities on the second page as Dean caught up with him. "Thank you for reminding me, Dean." He said sincerely as he shoved the folded paper in his pocket. "There are several things I would like to see."
"Alright. How 'bout you go see them, and I'm gonna grab a drink and check out what's on the menu for dinner later." Dean suggested, hoping that Cas would agree.
"I will do so." Cas replied with a smile.
"Great, uh, meet you in the room later, k?" Cas nodded, and they parted ways. Dean waited until Cas was out of sight, before walking back down the hall towards the atrium. He took a deep breath and walked into the jewelry shop. He was greeted by the clerk standing behind the counter in the center. Dean didn't know the first thing about jewelry, much less what kind you give to people.
"Hi, I need a..ring/"\
"Yes, sir, we have these fine diamond rings in this case here." The Indonesian woman told him. He glanced down at the display of feminine rings.
"I, uh... I need a ring for a guy."
"Alright, sir. We sell a variety of rings for men here as well.. There are gold bands and silver bands," she answered, pointing to the adjoining case. Dean was starting to feel overwhelmed? Should he choose silver or gold?
"Which kind do you give someone...special?"
"Oh, I see. In this case, sire, I suggest that you purchase one of these silver bands for the 'someone special'." Dean swallowed and nodded, looking down at the rings again. He pointed to a plain, silver band and the clerk took it out of the case and placed it in his palm. He slid it onto his finger, testing the size. It would do. He handed it back to the lady.
"Can you write stuff on it?"
"Yes, sir. We do engravings here. What would you like it to say?" Dean told her what he wanted engraved on the ring. "Of course, sir. The ring will be available for pick-up tomorrow morning."
"Thank you." Dean turned and left the shop feeling a bit anxious. He made his way to the bar down the hall in the atrium, and ordered a drink. After his nerves had calmed a bit, he headed upstairs to the top deck. He walked along the jogging track, looking out at the calm waves of the never ending ocean. His thoughts crowded his mind, and he walked faster and then started jogging. Halfway around the track, he realized he couldn't remember the last time he had ever gone for a run without something chasing him. This time, the only thing chasing him was his fears and doubts. Would Cas like the ring? Would he understand what it meant? Dean ran around the perimeter of the ship along the track twice and then slowed to a walk, catching his breath. Sweat beaded along his hairline and he could feel the burning in his limbs. He took the stairs down to the pool deck and asked for an iced water at the poolside bar. He chugged the entire glass in record time, gasping in air after he swallowed. It had felt good to run, but he hadn't escaped the thoughts that still raced through his mind. Maybe pie will help. He stepped through the sliding doors, welcomed by the cool air conditioning. He grabbed a plate at the start of the buffet line, and scooped up some French fries. He filled the other half of his plate with five different kinds of pie and took a seat at an empty table by the windows. He made a mental note that pie did in fact help him feel better. He grabbed a carton of chocolate milk on his way out and drank it as he walked down the stairs. He paused in front of his cabin door and took a deep breath. Once he opened it and entered the room, he realized Cas wasn't there. He didn't know whether to be concerned or relieved. The newsletter on the unmade bed caught his eye and he walked over and picked it up. Cas had circled "Karaoke 7:00 PM". Dean shook his head, and stepped into the bathroom. He took a shower and put on a short sleeve turquoise plaid button u and white cargo shorts. He checked the time on the ship phone display screen. It was 6:45. He wondered what Cas had been doing the whole time since they had departed in the atrium. He was sure Cas would tell him all about it once they met up. Dean gelled his hair and sprayed on some cologne before leaving the room and climbing the stairs to Deck 11.
Dean entered the crowded lounge and scanned for Cas through the disco lights and stage fog. The music was pounding and several people were dancing on the dance floor in front of the stage. Suddenly, Dean felt a hand on his shoulder, and he spun around. Cas was grinning at him.
"Hello, Dean."
"Hey, Cas. What have you been up to?" He asked over the music. They walked across the dance floor to sit in two unoccupied comfy chairs.
"I have seen many extraordinary things," Cas answered excitedly. "One human carved a sculpture out of ice that resembled a unicorn. Another human made music on a large piano. And a group of small humans marched past me on my way here. They were dressed as 17th century ship robbers."
"You mean pirates?" Dean chuckled.
"Yes, I believe so. It was strange, but I enjoyed my experiences this afternoon. I am impressed with humans much more than I was before."
"Geez, thanks, Cas. All it took was some ice carving and a piano, the world's greatest achievements." Dean replied sarcastically.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Norwegian Dawn Karaoke!" One of the cruise director staff announced over the microphone. The lounge cheered. "Let's get started! Come on up to the stage and select a song on the iPads. Let's get rockin'!" The cruise director hopped off the stage and a few people made their way over to choose songs to sing.
"What are they going to do?" Cas squinted at Dean.
"They're gonna choose a bunch of pop and classic rock songs and butcher them." Dean replied, shuddering as he briefly recalled doing some pretty bad karaoke when he had been a demon.
"Would you like to participate?"
"Uh, no, thanks. I'm not really into singing in front of people."
"I would like to try." Cas stood and walked up to the stage. He browsed through the list of songs ordered alphabetically on the iPad screen. He only knew one of the songs. He selected it and entered his name before returning to his seat beside Dean.
"So what're ya gonna serenade me with?" Cas smiled sheepishly and didn't answer. After sitting through four horrible pop songs sung by mildly drunk obese middle aged women, the cruise director called Cas's name. "Go get 'em, tiger." Dean encouraged him as he walked over to the stage. He stepped up on the stage and took the mic from the cruise director. Dean sat back and crossed his arms, wondering what song Cas even knew. The music started playing and Dean raised a brow.
"Get out your guns, battle's begun, are you a Saint or sinner... If love's a fight, then I shall die, with my heart on a trigger. They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for. Well baby, you are all that I adore. If love is what you need, a soldier I will be. I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting til the war's won, I don't care if Heaven won't take me back. I'll give away my faith babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have. And I-I-I want to live not just survive, tonight..."
Cas continued singing confidently, and Dean sat in the audience with his jaw dropped. He had know idea Cas knew how to sing, let alone sing like that. Even though he was singing several octaves lower than the original artist, Cas was amazing. Dean could only stare at him. He almost forgot to breathe a few times. What made Cas singing even more special, was that Dean knew that song, and he knew Cas was singing it to him. During the instrumental break, Dean thought for a moment and realized that Cas really was an angel with a shotgun. His angel with a shotgun. And he had in fact given away his faith to keep Dean safe more than once in the past. That put a huge smile on his face. When the song was over, the lounge cheered and clapped, and Cas returned to his seat smiling. Dean leaned over and kissed him on the lips, not caring who saw.
"You were amazing!" Dean exclaimed, as Cas sat there confused and blushing. "How did you do that?"
"Thank you, Dean. I practiced beforehand."
"Well, I'm impressed." Dean said. He figured Cas had spent the rest of his free time that afternoon practicing the song, and he thought that was adorable. "No one can beat that performance."
"Perhaps you could do so. I've heard you sing before, Dean. I think you should try."
"Well...maybe tomorrow night." Cas gave Dean the puppy eyes, and Dean sighed. "Fine, but only if there's something good on the list." He got up and grabbed one of the iPads, scrolling through the song titles. No Bon Jovi, no Asia. There was only one he knew offhand that he didn't mind singing. After suffering through three blonde popstar songs and an Elvis classic, Dean was called to the stage. He winked at Cas, and then went up and took the mic.
"I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind. I left my body lyin' somewhere in the sands of time. But I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon. I feel there's nothin' I can do...Yeah..." He instantly regretted choosing the one song with the longest instrumental breaks. "I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon. After all I knew it had to be somethin' to do with you. I really don't mind what happens now and then. As long as you'll be my friend at the end. If I go crazy, the will you still call me Superman. If I'm alive and well will you be there a-holdin' my hand. I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might. Kryptonite." Dean glanced out at Cas during the next instrumental break and smirked. Cas was staring at him with wide eyes and seemed very surprised. When the song and its millions of awkward instrumental breaks was over, Dean returned to his seat, almost oblivious to the clapping. Cas kissed his mouth and grinned. Dean blushed but couldn't help but smile. "I'm pretty sure 3 Doors Down would sue me if they heard that." He stood up and they exited the lounge together.
"You were wonderful!" Cas said excitedly, disagreeing with Dean's remark. "You have a very beautiful voice. May I ask you to sing for me sometime?" He asked, stepping closer to Dean and putting a hand on his face.
"Oh, I'll do more than sing for you..,If you ask nicely." Dean said seductively, leaning in and kissing the angel's lips. Cas smiled against the kiss and pressed back, blushing. There was no one in the hall, but Cas still wasn't used to being kissed in public.
"If I ask you nicely, will you go dancing with me?"
"I might..." Dean teased. He took hold of Cas's hand, and they walked upstairs to the next deck to the poolside dance floor. Most of the passengers were attending karaoke or having dinner, so there wasn't anyone out there dancing. The music coming from the speakers above the stage was coincidentally romantic. A classic love song was just ending as Dean put Cas's arms around his neck and wrapped his own arms around the angel's waist. He gently swayed back and forth as the piano and strumming guitar intro of Michael Buble's "Home" started playing. Dean looked into Castiel's shining blue eyes and once again realized just how in love he was. The warm, summer breeze blew around them, and the boat rocked slightly as it cruised through the open water. Cas swayed in place, meeting Dean's green eyed stare. Dean's soft smile was making him blush, and he took a deep breath, taking in the hypnotizing scent of the hunter's cologne. Dean drew him in closer, hugging his angel as they swayed to the music. Cas smiled into Dean's shirt. He could hear Dean's steady heartbeat, and he could feel the heat of Dean's body through the fabric against his face. Dean kissed Cas's hair, his eyes closed, and a smile on his face. As they slow danced, Dean got lost in his thoughts for a minute. The doubts he had had earlier that afternoon were now replaced with love and confidence. Of course Castiel loved him. Of course he would understand what a ring means. He loved the feeling of holding Cas in his arms tight against him. He could feel the warmth of Cas's face pressed against his shoulder, and he smelled like the air just after it rains. The next song began, and still they stood there swaying and holding each other close."Sugar" by Maroon 5 sang through the speakers. Halfway through the song, Dean took a step back, his arms still around Cas. "How's my dancing?"
"It makes me very happy, Dean," Cas replied with a grin. Dean smiled and kissed the angel's mouth sweetly. Cas's arms were still around Dean's neck, and he moved a hand up to run through the hunter's short hair as he kissed him back. A new song started playing as Dean let Cas kiss him senseless. "Drag Me Down" had a catchy beat, Dean had to admit. But his focus was quickly lost to the angel's hands under his shirt.
"Cas..." Dean murmured against Cas's lips. "Cas, why don't we take this somewhere else, huh?" Cas pressed his palm against Dean's abdomen under his shirt, and Dean felt a tickle of energy. He closed his eyes and felt a familiar rush. The music disappeared, and when he opened his eyes he found himself laying on his bed, Cas on top of him. Dean wrapped his arms around him, and Cas snuggled up beside him, face in his shoulder. Cas smiled and tilted his face up to kiss Dean's mouth. Dean gave a hum of satisfaction and kissed him back, his arm sliding down the angel's back so he could give his behind a playful squeeze. Cas snuck his hand under Dean's shirt and brushed over one of his nipples, making Dean kiss him harder. He sucked Cas's bottom lip between his, and bit it gently. He slid his hand under Cas's shorts and squeezed his behind again, making Cas moan into his mouth as their tongues met. Dean wanted to kiss his angel all night long, but he wanted the next day to be as special as possible, which meant he had to get some sleep. "You tired?" He asked, pulling back from Cas's now swollen lips. Cas rested his head on Dean's warm shoulder and looked up at him with those big, blue eyes.
"I enjoy kissing you," he said innocently, making Dean blush slightly.
"Me too, but I, uh...I want to be up early for...for breakfast."
"Alright." Cas pulled the covers over them and snuggled up next to Dean again, happy to lie there safe in his arms. Dean laid his head back against the comfy pillow and absentmindedly traced circles along Cas's back with one hand. Cas moaned softly into Dean's neck when Dean rubbed across his shoulder blades. Dean lazily thought it was because of Cas's wings. Dean made Cas feel good no matter where he touched him, but that spot was more sensitive because his wings were there. Dean started to drift off peacefully, enjoying the feel of Cas's soft lips just grazing his neck each time he exhaled. Dean's heart involuntarily beat faster when he thought about what was going to happen tomorrow, and he hoped Cas didn't notice. He took a deep breath, and tried to calm his nerves. He breathed in Cas's hair that smelled like rain and relaxed, falling asleep at last. F