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I walk over to the table and sit down, grabbing my lap top and sliding it closer to me. Sam's out looking for Metatron and only God knows where Cass is. Cass is still dealing with the changes of being human. I scowl a little, trying to ignore the fact that Metatron is somewhere out there with Cass's grace. I swear to god, I will find him and kill him.

Nobody hurts Cass. Not on my watch.

As I start to type, I hear the bunker door open and close and then heavy footsteps. I turn around and look at the person who has walked in. Or should I say former angel.

"Hey Cass." I say softly. I take in his appearance and frown a little. His hair is disheveled and his blue eyes are worn down. I stand up and walk over to him. "Cass, are you alright?"

"I found a liquor store," he sighs.

"And?"

"I drank it."

I sigh and lead him to a chair. "I'll get you a glass of water."

"Thank you." Cass says. I walk over to the kitchen and grab a glass, filling it with ice cool water. I walk back into the bunker and hand it to him.

"Here you go."

Cass takes a large sip and when he sets it down, the glass is empty. He sighs.

"I'm still thirsty." he says.

"Well you downed that water like vodka." I say.

"My apologies." Cass says. "I'm still in that mind set."

"I understand." I say as I sit down. I look at Cass who is sort of staring off in the distance.

"I hate this." Cass frowns. I look at him.

"Hate what?"

"Being human." Cass sighs. "All I can feel is sadness right now. I felt sadness when I had my grace, but this is way more intense."

I nod my head and sort of smile. "You'll get used to it. That's why there's a thing called alcohol, which I know you are aware of."

Cass looks at me. "So this is why you drink?"

I shrug. "Part of it."

Cass sighs and scoots over to me. "I'm sorry."

I shake my head. "It's fine."

I look over at the bookshelf. I look back at Cass. "You want to read?"

Cass looks over at the books. "Sure."

I stand up and walk over to the shelf and grab a book. When I turn around, I'm nose to nose with Cass.

"Cass," I sigh.

"Yes?" he asks softly.

The tone in his voice catches me off guard. "Um, personal space."

Cass looks at me. "I know."

I tilt my head a little. I'm against the wall, Cass resting his hands on either side of my head. I swallow, my Adam's apple no doubt bobbing up and down.

"Cass," I whisper wearily.

"Dean," he whispers back and then leans in, closing the space between us. Our lips collide together and I feel my mind go blank. His lips are soft and tender and very inviting. I kiss him back softly, his hands running through my hair slowly. He pulls away softly to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry," he mutters. "I don't know what-"

I cut him off by kissing him back, towering over him as my tongue slowly slides into his mouth. We fight for dominance, but I win within seconds as he becomes putty in my hand. I can taste the alcohol on his tongue and lips and it's intoxicating. I run my hand down his neck and slowly down his chest, his breath hitching. I pull away softly, and intertwine my fingers with his.

"Dean, what are-"

"Follow me." I say and I pull him out of the library, down the stairs, through the kitchen, and into my bedroom. I look at Cass, his eyes full of curiosity and awe. He looks at my lips once more and then back at me. I look at him with a serious look. "Do you want this?" Cass is silent, but nods his head. I smirk a little. "Good, me too."

I lean down and kiss him softly again, running my hands down his neck, past his shoulders, and under his trench coat and jacket. I deepen the kiss as his trench coat and jacket falls down onto the floor in a crumpled heap. We both slide ours shoes off and then I lean back in and kiss him. His tongue moves with mine, and before I know it, his hands are pushing my plaid over shirt off. I smile a little as we kiss and I slowly grab his tie, undoing the crooked knot. I pull the tie off with a simple tug and then work on unbuttoning his dress shirt.

He's panting heavily and his face is covered with a light shade of pink. It's a cute look.

I slowly slide the dress shirt off and kiss the corner of his mouth, making sure my mouth is soft and light. I then create a trail of kisses from the corner of his mouth to his jawline, my hands set on his waist softly but firm. I make my way down to the crook of his neck and then nip it softly, making him gasp. I smirk a little. I can tell that he's not used to his 5th sense; feeling.

I pull away and slowly lead him over to the bed. I sit him down and straddle him as I sit up and pull my gray v-neck over my head. I feel his hands slide down my stomach and my breath hitches at how soft his touch is. I bite my lip, watching him intently as he gazes at me with a mixture of lust and another emotion that I've never seen before. Not from anyone. I rest my arms on his shoulders, my forehead against his. He rests his hands on my hips, watching me intently, his hands sliding up and down my back softly. We're in such an intimate position that it's intoxicating and a foreign feeling at the same time.

I kiss him softly, feeling like I can't ever get enough of his lips. Cass stops at my belt and bites his lip as he looks up at me. I smirk.

"Easy there Tiger. We have time."

Cass's face turns a light pink and I chuckle as I lean down and kiss him softly, my hands exploring his bare chest. I move down to his neck and kiss it softly, my hand sliding down his front. I can feel his excitement tight against his pants. I brush the bulge with my fingertips lightly making him gasp and sigh quickly. I smirk a little and then kiss him on his collarbone, nipping at it and licking it, getting a satisfying moan to escape from his lips.

"Dean," he moans softly. I grin against his skin and then kiss his collarbone and slowly make my way down. Our eyes lock as I slowly slide my tongue down his stomach, making him flinch and squirm. I make my way down to his pants and then kiss the bulging outline through the fabric. He closes his eyes tightly, gasping.

I unbutton his pants and pull them down, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled pile. I pull down his boxers, letting his excitement spring free. I kiss his tip and then lick it slowly, leaving a trail of saliva on it. Cass moans as he arches his back. I lick it a few more times as Cass squirms and moans. I move back up and kiss him softly, pouring passion into this kiss. He has no idea how badly I've wanted this.

"Dean," he whimpers. "I need you."

"I know," I whisper. "I need you too."

I reach into my drawer and grab a bottle of lube. He looks at it and then up at me.

"What is that?" he asks curiously.

"It's something that'll help." I say. I kiss him softly and then tell him to roll over. He complies, rolling onto his stomach. I pull my pants and boxers off, letting my own excitement spring free. I pour some lube into my hand and then softly rub his entrance, making sure that I get every area. He gasps as he shivers from the cold liquid. Once I'm done, I align myself with him. "This might hurt a little, but only for a small amount of time. I promise."

Cass nods his head and I kiss his shoulder softly as I slowly slide into him. He groans softly, grabbing my pillows tightly. Soon, I am all the way in. I let him adjust to the feeling and then I start to pull out and then go back in. I get into a steady rhythm soon, and he's moaning my name.

"Dean," he moans as I continue my rhythm. I help him turn around so that we're eye to eye as I start my rhythm again. I kiss him softly as I start to reach my high. I feel him start to quiver and I pick up my speed. He tilts his head back, grabbing my shoulders firmly. Before I know it, I lose myself in him, feeling like I'm on cloud nine.

"Cass," I moan quietly as he trembles around me and then reaches his high.

"Dean!" he groans as he tilts his head back, reaching his high. I kiss his neck softly, knowing that I'm causing his senses to go into overload. His entire body stiffens as he clenches his jaw, closing his eyes tightly. I let him ride out this new feeling and fall down from his high. He soon is weak and is in my arms, his head on my shoulder. I pull out slowly and then lie him down. I kiss his temple and stand up.

He watches me intently, his eyes drooping a little.

"Where are you going?" he asks softly.

"To go get some towels and clothes." I say. "I need to clean up your little mess."

Cass's face turns a bright red and I chuckle as I walk into the bathroom and grab some towels. I walk back into the room to see Cass wearing my plaid over shirt and some black sweat pants. He's sitting on the bed, his legs across from each other, 'criss-cross-applesauce' as my teacher called it in kindergarten. I wipe up the leftover mess and then put the towels in the hamper. I slide on my pajama pants and then walk back over to the bed. I sit down and Cass cuddles into me.

I pull the blankets over us and kiss his temple softly.

"Dean, I love you." Cass says after a few moments of quietness.

"I had no idea," I say sarcastically.

I feel Cass smile against my chest. "Is that sarcasm?"

"Yes," I chuckle. "It is Cass."

He wraps his arms around my waist and I feel him snuggle into me. Soon he's dozing off, but I don't let him fall asleep just yet.

"Hey, Cass." I whisper.

"Yes Dean?" he asks quietly.

"I love you too."

"I had no idea," Cass says sarcastically. I chuckle.

"Is that sarcasm?"

"Yes," he says as he looks up at me. "It is Dean."