A/N: Go ahead, curse my name for all of eternity. I. AM. SO SORRY. Really. I know I should have updated forever ago, and then an eternity ago before that. But so much WAS GOING ON... SCHOOL ALWAYS COMES FIRST, PLEASE REMEMBER THAT WHEN READING MY FANFICS. BUT SUMMER IS COMING UP SOON, SO, I PRESENT TO YOU...
THE FINAL CHAPTER OF MY ANGEL VALENTINE!what
Yes, the final chapter. It was originally supposed to be a oneshot, then a threeshot people, don't look at your screens like that.
BUT THERE SHALL BE AN EPILOGUE! And in that epilogue will not be smutty goodness, I am sorry. But you wanna see what happens right? (or that's what I keep telling myself...)
This chapter is brought to you by starbursts and "Love Letter" by Gackt. It would not be finished right now if they were not present.
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Dean and Castiel seemed to stay there for the longest of times. But it wasn't uncomfortable, even when Dean's legs started to get tired of standing there he still continued to remain in place. Castiel's face was hypnotizing. Those crystal blue eyes held the deepest understanding and yet were still so full of confusion at the world around him. Castiel needed Dean to help him learn more about the humans he was forced to spend his time with. And it was almost, dare he admit it, cute.
"You… can't say what?" Castiel asked with a slight cock of the head, and Dean let out a small choke of laughter.
"You're bullshitting me man." He whispered, before leaning in.
Kissing Castiel now, after a day that felt like a year, felt awkward at first. Since the angel had most dominance last time, Dean really had no idea what to do. But when they both turned their heads to create a seamless lip-lock Dean knew. He knew that Castiel was the perfect fit against his body. The man's smaller frame fit against him wonderfully, and as Dean started to push his angel back against the car the heat they both radiated was flowing in sync. He smirked against the soft lips. Bond, huh? Well, he guessed it wasn't total crap after all.
Cas pulled away, his face the lightest shades of a blush as he panted softly against Dean's mouth.
"I would… not… bullshit you… Dean…" he said quietly, flicking his gaze to look up right under his dark lashes.
Dean felt his heart stop in his chest. But it didn't hurt. It was like he was being filled with something burning and amazing at the same time.
"I know, Cas." Was his mumbled reply.
He hastily moved down to nip at the angel's bottom lip, tugging it between his white teeth and dragging a moan from the man's throat. Castiel's fingers clung to his jacket, almost ripping through the durable leather in urgency.
Finally Dean stopped teasing him, sliding his tongue into the hot cavern of the other's mouth. A loud moan erupted from one of them, who wasn't really important, as they both dueled to conquer. It was slick, it was gross, and Dean had never felt this turned on in his life.
"Dean…" Castiel let the name fall gracefully from his lips as they parted for air once more. It sent jolts of pleasure through both bodies; both real and vessel. The hunter looked down at him worriedly, wondering if he was doing something wrong. But it seemed all Castiel wanted was to meet the moss green eyes of his mate.
Five minutes, six minutes, seven minutes; Dean lost count as they did nothing but stare at each other. He had Castiel pinned to the dusty hood of his baby by now, and mentally chuckled at the thought of Castiel's ass-print being left in the dirt that had accumulated. He would almost enjoy driving around with that on the front of his car.
Castiel shot him a confused look, making Dean laugh at him jovially.
"I… do not think I would enjoy that Dean." Castiel told him quietly, looking down and biting his lip. Dean gave him a raised brow, and the angel only blushed in response.
Dean hadn't noticed before, but Castiel had the world's cutest blush. Ever. Period. Leaning forward, Dean captured their lips heatedly once more.
Castiel let out a heady groan, feeling a strangely familiar heat pooling somewhere within him. He barely remembered the events that transpired the previous night mentally; only small fragments of scenes flitted through his mind whenever he tried to remember, but that was probably an effect of the Cupid's powers on him. His body, his vessel he corrected, seemed to remember much more though. It sent fire coursing through his veins wherever Dean touched, and made him let out small noises he didn't even were possible for an angel like himself to make.
His hands groped outwards, wrapping around Dean's neck and clinging upwards to the sparse and short hairs on the back of his lover's neck. His lover… Castiel found that he liked referring to Dean that way. It fit. Wonderfully, he might add. The pads of his fingers ran through the soft brown strands, drawing a small moan from Dean's lips. They both pulled back for air, Castiel's face a shroud of worry that he had hurt the man. Dean just shot him a sly grin, leaning forward and nipping at the Angel's ear.
If Castiel hadn't been with him the whole time, he would have deduced that this was not Dean, rather some kind of demon or shapeshifter. Because this was very un-Dean-like behavior. The man had, not 24 hours earlier, been completely adamant about not letting such emotions like this continue. And now he was laughing and kissing at his face like nothing mattered anymore. Castiel wanted this probably just as much as Dean did right now, but he had to wonder if the man was merely putting on a façade in both thought and act.
Dean stopped slowly, finding that Castiel's body was becoming rigid underneath him. Was he doing something wrong?
"Cas…?" Dean whispered questioningly. The man looked up at him with that same puppy-like face Dean had seen the first time they met, and it sent a spark in his chest.
Castiel looked up at him, bringing around a hand to grip his chin and pull their faces together. Their lips were millimeters apart, and Castiel's eye had become a hard grey.
"Dean, are you lying to me?"
Dean blinked a few times, before shaking his head as much as he could with the surprisingly steady and firm grip upon him.
"Dean, I would like you to say it."
"Cas, why would you think I was lying to you?"
Castiel looked down and away, his grip laxing ever-so-slightly.
"Because, yesterday you were very clear and adamant that this… right here, meant nothing. And now your vigor is confusing me very much." Castiel told him in a quiet voice.
Dean watched him closely, mulling over the words that had been said. Castiel had a point after all. But Dean just… couldn't explain it. It was like a tight wire in his chest had snapped, and he was free to feel whatever the hell he wanted.
"Cas…" Dean tightened his grip on Castiel's hips, jolting the Angel back to the present and to stare at him once more.
"Listen, Castiel." He mumbled. "You're right. I'm being a serious bitch with how I'm confusing you. And me too. Trust me. If I knew what I was doing right now… I think I'd be loopy. But let me explain."
Castiel nodded.
"I don't know, but I think whatever the hell Cupid-boy did to us yesterday was more than just sprinkle a bit of sex-dust on us and make us horny. I think he did something that seriously changed what's going on here." Dean made a small gesture to show he meant the space between them. "And… I just don't wanna stop it anymore Cas."
Castiel couldn't believe his ears.
Dean Winchester; a constant pain in his angelic ass, a seriously de-moralized human being, a man who didn't give two craps about something unless it had a rather large bosom and flowing hair (unless it was Sam of course), was admitting his feelings out loud. Had God gone back up to Heaven and granted him a blessing? Because this could not be happening unless the cosmos were intervening.
"Cas?" Dean looked at him quietly, obviously expecting a reply. Castiel pondered his words for a moment, before letting out a sigh and pulling Dean's face closer until they were kissing once more. It was a heated couple of minutes filled with nipping, sucking, and loud groans from both parties. As they both drew back at the same time, Dean was flushed and confused.
"I do not think many words can be said, so I chose to convey my feelings with that instead." Castiel explained, a small smile tracing the outlines of his face. Dean's own visage lit up in a grin, and he swiftly picked the Angel up what would be proclaimed "bridal style". Their lips met again, much slower and more awkward in the change of position, but lovely none-the-less.
Dean carried him back, seemingly without effort, to the motel building. The keys fumbled between both of their fingers, but Castiel found it easier just to use his, as Dean proclaims, "Angel Mojo" to whisk them into it.
Dean found them falling on top of the bed, hands groping everywhere and Castiel writhing beautifully beneath him. He had decided that if he was going to do this it was going to happen now, not later. But… thinking had become too much of a chore. Back to the kissing. Their teeth knocked together, biting into each other's tongues, but neither seemed to matter.
"A-Ahem..."
Dean looked away from Castiel's stunning face, angry for having to do so, and turned his head to see something completely fascinating and disturbing at the same time. He was sure his eyes would fall out and roll upon the dirty motel carpet floor.
Sam was lying, naked, on top of a large four-poster red-silk-sheets satin-lining bed. It was obviously Gabriel's doing, the Archangel was smirking for God's sakes and not trying to hide it. But it was what Sam was wearing that was the disturbing part.
His little brother wasn't exactly... NAKED, so much as... DECORATED. Large ribbons of canned whipped cream lie across his chest in a simple mocking devil's trap, with the more detailed bits and symbols being drawn in chocolate syrup in between the thicker lines. Two cordial cherries with a chocolate coating were on top of his nipples half-opened, the red syrup within dripping out and across the design. His hands and feet were pathetically tied to each of the four bedposts with red licorice, and finally to top it off on the tip of his whipped cream covered member, a place Dean SERIOUSLY didn't need to see and would surely mentally block later, sat a chocolate dipped cocktail cherry; living up to its name.
The stem to said cherry was located in between the teeth of Gabriel, who was straddling Sam's waist cow-boy style, in a small knot. He had most likely tied it in his mouth.
"Sam...?" Dean grumbled, his eyesight slowly seeming to fade.
"Dean, get out." Sam whispered, the shock overtaking the wavering authority in his voice. Gabriel burst out laughing, letting the cherry stem fall on a row of whipped cream to be forgotten.
"S-Sammy…" Dean's eye had begun twitching, and Castiel seemed to notice the mental distress the man was in. The Angel looked at Gabriel, who looked back, a shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.
"But Castiel, we were here first." Gabriel whined. Castiel only continued to glare at him. Gabriel was such a pain…
"Castiel!"
Glare.
"Cas…!"
Glare.
"Oh fine dammit!" Gabe huffed, turning back to a Sam who was as crimson as the cherry that adorned his… nether regions.
"Sammy, babe, let's you and me go somewhere more private. I wanted to use ice cream anyway, and I know exactly where to get the best kind!"
Sam had opened his mouth to speak, but with a quick snap from Gabriel the two of them, and the gorgeous bed along with it, vanished.
"Dean…" Castiel brought up a hand to Dean's cheek, pulling him down to peck at his forehead gently. "Forget about that. Focus on us."
"Forget about what?" Dean asked, the hint of a grin lacing his words. Castiel chuckled, and they resumed their previous actions.
Dean latched onto Castiel's neck like a leech, sucking at the tender hollow of his throat and drawing a moan from the angel above him. Castiel's fingers were woven as deep as they could into Dean's hair and pushing the soft locks around in a massaging motion.
"Cas, your gonna have to stop that, I'm getting' all tingly." Dean joked, taking a breather from leaving love bites on the pale skin of his neck and collarbone. Dean ripped apart the white shirt, grumbling something about promising to buy a new one, and lifted the tie up to admire his chest. Castiel was like a marble god! How had this Jimmy guy kept himself so fit eating as many hamburgers as he did?
…That brought up a whole different trail of thought. Jimmy. Was he like, feeling what they were right then? Dean moved back, a small frown of disgust tracing his features. Castiel was obviously reading his mind and shook his head.
"Not here right now… please Dean, more." Huffed the angel, making Dean groan as he descended again. There was something about lust lacing Castiel's voice that gave him an immediate problem somewhere below, and Little Dean didn't seem to mind at all.
"Y-yeah…" Dean replied, spreading his large hands over the expanse of muscles that was Cas' chest. Firm yet soft, but always delicious, Dean leaned down and flicked his tongue tentatively over one of the dusky brown nubs that was pert before him, making the Angel cry out Dean's name.
"Oh god! Dean!" Castiel let out a small noise at the back of his throat, and it only served to arouse Dean further. A quick hand that snaked down the torso and between his legs proved the Angel was not unaffected as well.
"So beautiful Cas…" Dean grumbled, letting his hot breath play with one of Castiel's nipples as he bit it gently. The man underneath him writhed and arched his back up, allowing Dean's fingers to play with the back of his slacks and begin to slide them off. Castiel's hips followed upwards eagerly, allowing the removal to be much easier. His own jeans were becoming awfully tight; the hard-on in his boxers seriously becoming a problem, but he ignored it for the moment. It was Cas's time to get something out of it, not his own.
"Dean…" Castiel's voice was thick with heat and lust, and as the Hunter looked up he felt his cock twitch eagerly. Castiel's eyes were so dim they barely looked blue and the hoods of his eyelashes almost made them shut. It was the best expression he had ever seen Castiel wear, in his mental opinion.
"Dean…"
"Ssh Ssh Cas," Dean said. "I'm getting there."
Again Dean reached down to remove his Angel's clothing, but suddenly they weren't there anymore. As Dean found his line of vision filled with a leaking, aching shaft he backed away quickly, startled at the sudden change of situation.
Castiel looked down at him wondrously, a slight frown making Dean feel bad about moving away.
"N-No Cas, its fine I just… you scared me!" he laughed in reply, and the angel's expression relaxed.
Jeez… Dean thought, moving back to his position in between Cas's legs. It was one thing having it done to you, but it was a totally different one now that he was in control. He didn't know two shits about satisfying a man!
Well, what would you want done to you? He concluded, nodding slightly, only to wonder if Castiel had heard that tiny mental conversation. One quick glance showed the man appeared to be too lost in his own lust to read anyone's mind. It made a silly grin appear across his rugged face. He had made Castiel like this. His Castiel.
Again with the 'his'? Dean asked himself, but found that he could only smile at the thought of it. Castiel was his. And now… he didn't really feel like not caring anymore.
Dean firmly grabbed his Angel's hips, making sure they held in place. He would normally have punched anyone who even suggested this to him, made comment of it, or even hinted to what he was about to do. It was vulgar, unless it was a cocky blonde or something, but… it was okay with Cas. It didn't gross him out as much. Which is why Dean found himself able to close the gap between his mouth and the tip of Castiel's manhood, er, angelhood?
And then he felt like gagging. It was creepy, and almost salty, and made him want to retch just at the slight taste of it. Dean wasn't able to hold back the small gurgling noise he made, and looked up at his angel in worry. Thank God (literally) that he seemed too gone in the head again to even notice what was happening.
Dean crawled his way up, placing a chaste kiss on Castiel's lips.
"S-Sorry Cas… I just… too soon, ya'know?" He said shakily, trying to get the creepy taste from his lips. Castiel turned his head slowly, and Dean could tell there was understanding in his eyes.
"Of course, Dean." Castiel whispered, kissing him back. A smooth hand was placed on his naked hip bone stroking it softly. Dean leaned into the touch, arousal reawakening within him at the simple action. Castiel was seriously taking this we—
"What the hell?" Dean screamed as he was flipped over onto his back, Cas moving down his body. Flushed and rushed pecks of lips and teeth were placed up and down his torso, and Dean glared down at Castiel with intentional hate, but he swore it just looked like a puppy that didn't get his way.
"Cas, what in Hell are you doing?" Dean asked through short breaths, his eyes widening as he saw that the brown-haired man was moving downward, which might mean…
"Cas, wait. Castiel!" Dean said, trying to find the will to move. But it was as though his body had been locked into place by sheer excitement and fear. He was twitching and hard already just at the thought, and that was not a good sign. Well, it was good, but… for this situation not very much.
"Dean…" Castiel's rough voice was not above a mere murmur as his face drifted lower and lower still, until finally…
"Holy shitfuckmotherofhell CAS!"
No experience. No experience whatsoever. Nothing was fueling this action but pure desire for this man; this absolute piece of perfection. Castiel now knew what his Father had meant when he said that Angels should worship humans. This… human was complete and utter bliss to his eyes, body, and mind. Dean Winchester had enchanted this angel to become smitten with him within his first gaze upon the man.
Which was the only logical reason as to why his vessel's mouth was placed upon Dean's external sexual organ. He tasted… well, there wasn't really a taste that the Angel could identify. It was kind of salty, kind of bitter and very Dean. Yes, Dean would work as a good name for the flavor.
Since Castiel had no idea what he was doing, he went by the noises that his lover was making as indication of what was good and what was bad. He descended his head lower, sucking inwards so as not to choke.
"F-Fuuuuck…." Good.
He pushed even deeper, making a small gagging noise when the thick organ pressed into the back of his throat. The vibrations made Dean's back arch up, and the man let out a large wanton moan.
"Oh God… God God God…" Dean's hands made their way into Castiel's hair, but they didn't pull him back. They merely threaded there, holding tight, like Castiel was the only thing Dean could need to say sane right then. Another good thing. Time to get creative?
The Angel began to retreat, pulling off with an audible pop and looking up at Dean. The man's eyes were half-lidded and dark with passion, a sigh that made Castiel get even harder himself. He then began trickier ministrations; bending down and swiping his tongue across the tip of Dean's shaft and collecting the swirling creamy liquid at the top.
"D-Dammit… Cas Cas Cas…." Another good thing.
Castiel pressed the tip of his wet muscle deeper in, letting it surround the slit in Dean's dick and seeming to thoroughly enjoy the moans that came from the receiving party.
Dean felt like he had died, except this time he was, finally he might add, in utter complete Heaven. He felt the wondrous thing between his legs and wanted to scream and release right there. B-But he knew it couldn't do that to Cas. He was an Angel after all, and that would just be…
What, impure? Remember Dean, he started it. His subconscious laughed at his pathetic attempt to keep Castiel holy. Why was he even trying? Ugh, he just needed to relax and enjoy this. And that wasn't very hard at all.
Castiel made a particular sucking motion with the back of his throat, driving Dean's thoughts straight into the Impala and halfway across the country. It seems his brain needed a hiatus just then, so it was happy to take one.
"C-Cas…" Dean groaned his hands struggling through their shakes to grab onto Castiel's hair. The man ceased his actions, crawling up quickly and attaching his lips to Dean's. They kissed, bit, and sucked for awhile, before they both turned their heads, panting heavily.
"Yes, Dean?" he asked heatedly, his hands roaming over the Hunter's body with fervor.
Dean looked up, his hands trailing down to trace circles on Castiel's hipbones.
"Want you. Really bad Cas." He grumbled. Castiel nodded, looking down at Dean expectantly. The Hunter looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, before realizing what Cas expected of him. Hey, he was new at gay sex, the angel could have given him less of a 'ahem, I'm waiting' stare.
"Dean." He said quietly.
"Yeah yeah, I know." Dean said, shifting under the angel and looking around. There was a bottle of chocolate syrup left standing on the bedside table and, no matter how much Dean really didn't want to use it, he felt it would work for right then. Reaching out he grabbed it and brought it towards them, and Dean swore that he could hear the echoes of Gabriel's laughs as he flicked open the lid. Castiel shifted on Dean's chest, sitting upwards and lifting his hips ever so slightly.
It had been one thing when Castiel had done this to himself. Then it was hot and intense. But when Dean coated his fingers (and some of his abdomen by default) in the cold chocolate treat he became nervous again.
You sure seem to be doing a lot of that lately huh? His mind inquired. Why don't you just fuck him and get it over with? No restraints right?
Dean bit the inside of his cheek, moving the dripping hand towards Castiel's lifted ass. It was actually really arousing, but he couldn't help but think unsanitary at the same time.
"D-Dean." For the first time that night, Castiel's voice sounded uncertain. His voice trembled with the nervousness of the situation. Or maybe it was the fact he wanted it really bad. But it was all he needed to continue. At least they were both seriously messed up.
"Yeah, I know." He said, pressing the pad of his index finger into the twitching hole. Cas let out a small keening noise, shifting his hips better on Dean's chest to try and show that he wanted more of it. Dean nodded again in return, pressing the finger in deeper until the whole digit was swallowed up greedily. The tight flesh spasming around his appendage, Dean tested the territory a little bit by flexing it around; glad he had bothered using the only-convenient liquid to smoothen the passage. Castiel kept groaning loudly, shifting his hips to get Dean to touch all of the right places inside him.
"A-An..Ano…" Cas let out a wail, and Dean pulled him down to kiss at his neck.
"What?"
"Another… p-please Dean. Another." The dark haired angel whimpered, his own limbs blindly clawing at some part of the man he craved. Dean obliged, sliding in his middle finger and meeting some resistance this time.
"Should I use some more?" Dean asked hesitantly, stilling the digits inside of the angel's panting body. Castiel shook his head jerkily in reply, his body moving down slightly. Understanding, Dean pushed the fingers up and deeper inside of the man, starting to stretch and flex the tight ring of muscle. It moved creamily with his will, and Castiel let out another deep guttural moan.
"Dea-an… I…" his head shook back and forth again, his arms trying to hold him up against Dean's shoulder but quickly failing.
"Alright Cas, I know." Dean whispered fondly. And he did know. It felt like he knew exactly what Castiel wanted, because he wanted it too. Which in itself was a weird thing.
Dean slowly slid his fingers in and out of Castiel, making sure to try and stretch the ring of tight resistance as much as he could. The noises Castiel brought forth were almost completely overwhelming, and dean was randomly glad that this wasn't Castiel's true voice, because he would have been dead by then. Glimmers of sweat rippled across the angels' writhing body as his back continued to repeatedly arch off of the bed when Dean pressed a wild button inside of him.
Quickly Dean swiped his fingers out of Castiel, hoping the suddenness of the act would dull the burning pain inside the angel. Castiel's mouth opened in an 'o' of a moan, and he grasped for Dean's hipbone. The hunter replied by shushing him as he grabbed more of the chocolate sauce, making a mental note never to look at or buy a bottle ever again as he poured an overgenerous amount onto his hands and swiped it over his straining and forgotten cock. Glazed drizzles of precum mixed with the thick liquid, lightening the color, and furthering Dean's mental ban on the stuff. Once he felt himself prepared enough he finally noticed that one more second and Cas would have ripped a chunk of flesh off of Dean's hip; his knuckles were white and the skin around it red and indented with nail-crescents.
"Hey now, that hurts Cas." He lightly admonished, grasping the hand. Castiel instantly intertwined their fingers tightly, pulling Dean downward. He could feel the musky breath tickle his ear as Castiel whispered gruffly—
"Now Dean. PLEASE."
One hand clenching around the angel's, the other grasping onto his throbbing cock, Dean aligned himself with Castiel's tight channel, huffing quietly before beginning to push in.
The first time, Castiel had been doing all the work and Dean barely remembered it. But this, this was completely different. He had to produce the effort, and at first it felt alien to what he was used to. Well, it was, but up until then he hadn't really thought about what sex with another man was going to feel like again. So he had just gone with it. But this… it was tighter than what he was used to. Dean only hoped his muscle memory would kick in—
Castiel let out a deep moan, his whole body shaking and eyes so dark they didn't even look blue anymore. At the noise, his body seemed to react quickly, hips jutting forward without even consciously thinking it. Castiel's tight channel clenched even further, milking Dean towards him and sending white hot spikes of pleasure shooting through his veins.
"Holy shit…" Dean mumbled out in one low breath, body shining with sweaty exertion as he held still in hopes that Castiel was alright. Their chests were pushed together by heavy breathing, and Dean knew his heart was stammering roughly and trying to get out of his chest.
Castiel stared up at him like he was God—well okay, that would have been strange but… He saw pure adoration in the Angel's eyes, and couldn't help but smirk and kiss his lips. Cas quickly bit on Dean's bottom lip, causing the Hunter to jerk a little.
"Go, please Dean." He got the opportunity to whisper, and Dean quickly complied.
It started slowly, the slightly familiar but mostly new feeling overcoming him as his hips rocked back and forth, scraping against Castiel's silken insides. It was like eating the best piece of pie ever and having it shoot right down to his groin. No, much better than that even.
"D-Dea—" Castiel moaned, his voice being lost in a strangled gurgle in the back of his throat. Dean began to rock faster, their skin slipping and sliding together in beautiful tangles. Dean could feel a burning heat travel lower, but he tried to resist. He wanted this to last a whole lot longer, but he didn't know if he could. From the looks of things, Castiel couldn't either. The tight ring of flesh closing around his cock like a vice and stinging him with heat got worse by the second.
"Cas… god I'm…" he tried to make words, but they seemed only to come out as garble. Castiel's fingers were bruising his hips red, and the overwhelming point of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.
"Dean!"
"Cas—"
Castiel shuddered and rocked against him, thick white ropes spurting from him with a racking force. His glistening body, hot with come, pushed Dean over and he thrust several times more, pushing deep inside his angel and filling him completely.
His brain was on sensory overload. He couldn't think straight, or feel his hips, but that last part didn't matter much. He collapsed onto Castiel, breaths rough and long, the feeling of Castiel's come cooling on their stomachs. He quickly settled into a resting mode, body shut down and ready to sleep.
" 'Love ya man…" he grumbled, eyes flickering shut and letting out one last puff of air.
Castiel's body felt warm and gooey on the inside, but the combination of Dean on top of him brought it on the outside too. He was about to open his mouth to thank Dean for allowing him such feeling when he heard it.
" 'Love ya man."
And it was the most glorious thing Dean had ever said to him. His hand rested on the Hunters soft light brown locks, fingers running through it softly.
"I love you too, Dean Winchester."
A/N: So, TADA! Sweet ending right? I don't know why but I had most of this chapter written for months, I just couldn't finish the sex. Don't know why. Oh well.
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