A/N: The 20th session… or their First Time. Because everyone deserves a real first time, even though only a few extremely lucky ones are fortunate enough to get it.
( WARNING: It's gonna get very very hopelessly schmoopy. You've been warned… don't come crying afterwards. Reviews would be greatly appreciated though. [M/M Sex] )

As usual, Thanks to everyone for the Follows, Favourites and the Reviews. You guys are seriously an ego-booster.
Special thanks to Aliniah, Bearberry915 and Casismyfavourite (who may or may not be Misha Collins in my head-cannon).

P.S. For the full effect, listen to Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven (just chords, no words) during the shower scene... coz that's what I wrote it to.

Part 6

Cas parked the Impala in its rightful place in Dean's garage. They would have to make other arrangements for her tomorrow, Dean needed easy access into the house, but for now it would have to do. He helped Dean shift into the driver's seat and went inside to get his wheelchair.

When he returned he could tell Dean had been crying, but he didn't comment. He knew how much the car meant to Dean. Sam and Jo had made sure he did, even though he had known since the first time he touched her. That's why he cherished her so much. But Impala was Dean's car. He hadn't let even Sam touch her, before… and now she was being driven by strangers. Granted, Jo was not a stranger and neither was he, but they weren't Dean either.

Cas smiled as Dean moved from the car to his wheelchair and came inside. He rolled over to him on the couch and pulled him close. "Thanks," Dean whispered in his ear. He sighed and pulled him closer. "I love you, too," he replied.

Dean grinned and pulled him in a kiss… a slow, long kiss that shone with a promise of more. "I'm ready for my private session, Dr. Novak," he said cheekily.

Cas laughed and stood up. "You have to stop confusing porn with reality," he said placidly. "I'm not your "doctor" anymore."

Dean grinned. Reason 783, why Cas is an awesome boyfriend...er, fiancé. When he had started bitching about the therapy sessions, Cas had converted them into a role-playing of sorts – Dr. Novak and Major Dean. And once when the nightmares were exceedingly bad, he had masqueraded as "Castiel, The Angel of the Lord", prancing around only in his trenchcoat and boxers, swooping in to rescue Dean from Hell… and it remained to this day, the highlight of Dean's life. "No… but you are my fiancé," he remarked.

Cas blushed at the word. So new… yet so correct, like it was meant to be. Cas Novak, Dean's fiancé. James Novak-Winchester, Dean Winchester's husband. Like he had always wanted… just like Nicky had always wanted. Nicky would have been so happy today… he would have given Dean the "big brother" speech and threatened to dismantle him if he ever hurt his baby brother. He tried to wipe away the tears before Dean could see them, but Dean and his freaky Jedi mind had already caught on.

"What's wrong, babe," Dean asked pulling him down, so they were on the same eye level.

"Nothing… I just couldn't help thinking about Nicky," he replied. "I miss him."

Dean nodded and kissed away his tears. "You are not alone anymore," he said. "You have me."

Cas smiled, a coy smile. "C'mon," he said walking towards their bedroom. Dean followed.

-x-x-x-

He saw Cas standing before the bed, taking off his clothes. He moved to bed and stripped off his own, reminding himself that this was just like all the other nights. Just him and Cas and no one else. Naked, he waited for Cas to join him when Cas, stripped down to his boxers, turned to look at him.

"What are you staring at Mister?" he asked, hands on his hips. "I still have to shower. And if you think you're going to bed with an onion breath, you're wrong."

Dean groaned and took the towel Cas handed him, wrapped it around his waist and wheeled towards the bathroom. Cas joined him a few minutes later, just as he finished rinsing his mouth, carrying his towel and a suspicious looking packet.

"What's that?" he asked as Cas filled the tub and added a fistful of the packet's contents into it.

"Bath salts," Cas replied, not looking up and continuing to add another fistful of 'bath salts' to the water.

"Bath salts?" Dean asked disbelievingly. "Are we also gonna paint each other's toenails and braid each other's hair, princess Cassandra?" And Cas gave him the look… the one that meant "shut up or else"… and told him to "just get in". Dean pursed his lips and angrily glared back at Cas with all he had.

But Cas – the bastard was immune to Dean's glares. "You haven't seen a true death glare unless you've come on Lucifer Novak's bad side. He could actually make grown men pee their pants with just a look," he had said proudly the first time Dean tried to stare him down – just smiled and reached for his toothbrush.

So Dean reluctantly removed his towel and entered the water with as much eagerness as a cat having a bath day. He sat in the warm water, glaring at the tiles in front of him. But the salts were magic… he could feel the tension seep out of him. Against his wishes, he found himself relaxing in the tub, letting the salts work their magic, going lower and lower till he was flat in the tub, only his chest and head above it.

"What the hell is that?" he muttered, reaching for the packet Cas had dropped beside the tub. "Stress-Relieving Bathing Salts," he read. "Lavender, Petitgrain and Ylang Ylang. Where the heck did you get this?"

"Ms. Havelock," Cas mumbled around his toothbrush, spitting out the foam. "The place where Carmen buys her shampoos and stuff. I went there to get a new shampoo last week."

"New shampoo?" Dean muttered. Sure enough the bottle was almost full. The last time he'd noticed it was almost empty. "Oh."

"Well… she has these herbs and oils… and she said these would be good for you. Relieves stress and relaxes…" he looked at Dean who was almost nodding off in the hot tub. He smiled and gently shook him. "You're not gonna sleep here, are you?"

"What? No?" Dean replied sitting up. "You go ahead. I'll just be a minute…" he slipped back down, definitely enjoying this girly bath thingy. "Me likey," he muttered lazily.

Cas smiled, a part of his plan already a success. Dean was completely relaxed. But he still had to shower. "Dean," he woke him up again. "Wake up, move over. I'm coming in."

Dean reluctantly sat up again, and grumbled when Cas straddled him and pulled him in a kiss. "Shh…" Cas muttered against his lips, reaching forward and slowly moving against him, to rhythm of the waltz he had had playing in their room, till Dean was fully awake and aroused, just like him. "About time," he murmured pulling Dean close, so their dicks lay side by side, cradling in each other's nooks. He kissed Dean again and reached for the shampoo, squirting some on his hand and some on Dean's with a practiced ease.

They had shared showers before, but this one was different. He wet his hand and took his time shampooing Dean, then leaned forward and let Dean do the same for him. He kissed Dean again, head full of shampoo and reached for the shower washing Dean first before letting him wash him. He drained the tub as Dean reached for the bath gel, pouring some onto his palm and washing Cas first.

Dean took his time, slowly caressing each part of his fiancé's body, just the way he loved… starting with his neck and shoulders, gently going down his torso. He took special care with the nipples… unlike most men, Cas had very sensitive nipples… and Cas shivered slightly, then his stomach and lower, meticulously washing his cock and balls, taking his own sweet time jerking him off, until Cas placed a hand on his chest with "not yet." He nodded and pressed a palm to the base to ease him. Cas turned around and he washed his back, rubbing circles into the shoulder blades, there was a single scar that ran from his right shoulder to just below his ribs – "from the day I had my first kill," Cas had told him the first time – he rubbed a finger into it, going lower and lower, until Cas was standing on all fours, his ass facing Dean. Dean reached forward and bit him lightly on the left cheek, washing each cheek with care, before slipping a soapy finger inside. Cas shuddered and mumbled "Dean…"

Dean grinned, the sight of Cas uncoiling over his fingers doing wonders for him. He continued moving the finger around, his second hand at his own erection… going in and out...up and down… picking up the rhythm with each stroke, thinking about adding a second finger, when Cas suddenly pulled away and turned around to face him, a wild look on his face… the look he had seen that night… pressing their bodies flush together, their extremely hard cocks rubbing against each other. He took both of them in his hand and frantically started jerking them off.

When Dean tensed a little and muttered, "Cas…?" He whispered, "Not tonight, Major. Please, I need this… please, Major… look at me… I got, Major… I love you…" until his voice lost the rhythm, as did his hand, but he kept talking… making sure Dean stayed with him "Look at me, Major… I got you… I love you" over and over and Dean sat back, letting Cas take care of him… knowing Cas would never let anything hurt him and wondering what he had done to deserve a man like him, until he too lost all his coherent thought, concentrating solely on Cas' voice whispering his name like a prayer. He started moving in sync with Cas, his name unconsciously escaping his lips, until Cas pulled him in a wild kiss and they both came with each others' names on their joint breaths.

Cas fell against him, and stayed there till his breath and thoughts came back. He looked up at Dean, who was recovering himself, a shameful look on his face and said, "I'm sorry, Major. I'm so sorry. I tried to control myself… I should've…" but Dean shut him up with a kiss.

"Let's not apologize, babe," he said smiling, "I couldn't have asked for a better first time. You are so beautiful… so so beautiful…" he brushed a lock of dark brown hair away from the gorgeous blue eyes and kissed him again, "and I'm so lucky to have you." Cas smiled shyly and reached for the shower.

-x-x-x-

When they were both clean, Cas a little more impatient than Dean because he didn't want to spend the rest of the night in the tub, Cas stood up and carried Dean into their room, saying, "It's the proper thing to do. Throughout history, men have been carrying away their virgins."

"Your face is a virgin," Dean snapped, blush creeping up his throat. Dean Winchester was anything but a virgin.

"Na… my face is celibate," Cas pointed out, not a bit fazed. "It has been fucked, just not in a long time." And the blush grew even deeper.

As Cas sat Dean on the bed, covered in dried rose petals, and hurried over to the dresser, Dean took the time to look around. The room had been decorated like a goddamn honeymoon suite. Apart from the rose-bed, he realized the light was coming from the pink colored candles placed throughout the room. He picked one up and smelled it… it was scented, just like he suspected. "It's rose," Cas said turning around, triumphantly holding up a small wooden box and a bottle of lube. "The incense is musk."

Dean sniffed and sure enough, the smell he had mistaken as Cas' new aftershave was lingering in the air. "Where did you get this stuff?" he asked incredulously.

"Told you. Ms. Havelock," Cas replied coming to sit beside him. "She's a Wiccan. She has those healing herbs and oils and stuff… mostly just soaps and cosmetics… but she also has stuff for special occasions. And I may have… uh… I may have told her I was looking for something special for my wedding night."

Cas bit his lip, looking so like a teenager on his first "third date" that Dean couldn't help but laugh. "So all this is for the wedding night?" he asked.

"Pink candles are apparently for true love, as are the roses. Musk is for passion… Stop leering at me like that!" Dean winked at him, and stopped "leering". "And…" Cas said, opening the box. It held an assortment of small glass bottles and a few condoms, "… the same massage oil as the salts. Plus she threw in free condoms, pre-lubed with some "magic aphrodisiac" Apricot gel."

"Magic aphrodisiac gel?" Dean asked cocking an eyebrow, but Cas only shrugged. "Wouldn't hurt," he replied nonchalantly. "Sadly she didn't have any extra lube. Lie down."

Dean fell down on his back and moved back till he was properly aligned in the middle of the bed. Cas straddled his hips, pouring some oil onto his palms, rubbing them together. He brought one closer to Dean's face, it had a really nice smell, before starting to massage his collar bones.

He moved slowly, his hand and hips moving in rhythm with the slow waltz playing… he had been using it as meditation music since his days in the army, now he used it to calm Dean down during the therapy sessions… rubbing circles in his collar bones, over the balls of his shoulders, under his arms, kneading each arm with excess care till he could feel each knot loosening and Dean relaxing under him. He concentrated on his fingers… he loved Dean's fingers… taking special care with the one that was now marked by his ring… he moved lower on the stomach, bending down to gently nuzzle at his belly button, before moving down further to settle on his knees.

His hands moved towards Dean's cock and he looked up to see Dean looking at him, holding his gaze. This was always the tricky part. He always made sure Dean looked at him when he touched him, lest he fly in another panic attack. And right now he had to be extra careful, since he had been careless enough to abandon his own rule of being rough with him. Even though Dean had said he was fine, he had felt Dean tense, but he was too forgone to care. He didn't want to make the same mistake again. "I love you," he whispered as Dean smiled at him, then touched him gently, his fingers rubbing the pre-cum into the head then slipping the foreskin down, moving in the same slow rhythm as the music, before bringing up his second hand to massage the balls. He looked up again, to see Dean nodding off and patted on his stomach to get his attention. "Wake up." Dean looked at him with half-lidded eyes and smiled serenely.

He smiled back, bending down to kiss at the base of his now erect cock, and moved further down, to his feet. Just because Dean couldn't use his legs didn't mean he didn't have them and Cas loved every part of his body in equal measure… even though he was a bit partial to that godawful cocky grin. He massaged the feet, working on the arches and balls, kissing them softly, gently suckling on his toes… because he could… or maybe because Dean's feet had given him a slight foot fetish. Dean grinned at him, the cocky grin he loved so much, and he crawled up his body to reward him with a kiss.

He told Dean to roll over, straddling his ass and working on loosening the knots in his shoulders. Dean relaxed, almost nodding off again, and he wriggled his hips just a little to wake him up. Dean moved under him. "Cas, man, you're killing me. Can we just get on with it?"

"You kept teasing me in the shower, I'm just returning the favour," he replied, keeping his voice nonchalant with great effort, taking his time with his fiancé's back, going down to his ass, rubbing a finger into the thick white scar that ran all the way from the base of his spine to the top of his crack.

"It's the one that changed everything," Dean had once told him. He didn't elaborate and Cas didn't need him to. He had seen the injuries first hand and was smart enough to figure out what might have happened. He didn't want Dean reliving those memories. He wanted to replace them with his own happy ones.

He smiled to himself, massaging each cheek with care. Now Dean was moving against the bed, making small grunting noises, that Cas knew meant he was ready. He fell down beside Dean, pulling him close, kissing him softly, gently sucking on his bottom lip, when Dean suddenly rolled over him and trapped him with "you slut."

Then Dean took to torturing him, slowly sucking on his earlobe, nuzzling at his neck and going lower and lower until he reached the sensitive nipples. Dean swiped a tongue across them, and he gasped, arching his hips into Dean's, and moving against him to the tune of the music. "Dean…" he muttered. "Please…" but Dean just smiled, "Say it."

"I want you, Dean," he pleaded softly. "I want you in me." Dean grinned and rolled aside to sit up. Cas breathed a sigh of relief and reached for the lube and the condom. He handed the bottle to Dean who poured a few drops on his fingers, rubbing them together. Cas turned away from him, baring his ass for his fiancé and said "two fingers." Dean nodded and inserted them inside.

Cas hissed at the first contact, and pushed back against the intrusion, but Dean kept prodding gently until they were both moving in sync, with each other, and with soft violin strains floating in the air. Then Dean added a third finger and crooked them a little to find his prostrate and Cas lost all the ability to think. "Dean… Dean…" he kept saying his fiancé's name over and over, until Dean pulled out the fingers with "I think you're ready, babe." He lamented the loss of contact and turned around to face his Major.

Dean was looking at him with serene expression, pupils dilated to maximum, black almost overtaking the green. He smiled and pulled him in another slow long kiss, straddling him once again. "Don't you dare close your eyes, Major," he asserted, holding his Major's gaze with his own. He reached for the lube, pouring a generous amount on his palms and coating Dean's cock, before reaching out his left hand for Dean's right, intertwining their fingers together so their rings lay together, just like they had in their soft cottony bed. Then his second hand was gripping Dean's erection, his pupils blown wide, as he lowered himself onto Dean.

He was already halfway through, when he remembered the condom. He had forgotten about it. He started getting back up, but Dean gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Babe, what's wrong?" he gasped. "The condom," Cas rasped, pointing to the tell-tale packet lying beside Dean.

But Dean looked at him and smiled, the same smile he had when Cas had seen him in the medical camp, the one that had made him fall in love with an unknown dying soldier. "I'm clean," he said. "And I trust you."

Cas exhaled, trying to hold back his tears. He knew Dean trusted him… trusted him to take care of him… but this was a different kind of trust. The trust he had demanded in the cage that day. The trust in his angel to keep him safe when he was at his most vulnerable. He nodded softly and continued downwards, till he was completely sitting down in Dean's lap. Dean pulled their ringed hands back, till they were pressed against his heart, his left hand coming to rest on Cas' waist, as Cas' right hand found purchase on his left shoulder, unconsciously taking on a dancing stance.

Then Cas started moving. His hips gyrating to the sound of the waltz, and Dean joined him, in a dance of their own… slow, meandering, silent but in sync with each other. As the tempo picked up, so did they... moving together… one leading, the other following… not caring who was doing what… just like they did in everything else.

The waltz ended, Cas belatedly noted that it signaled almost an hour and a half had passed, and Elvis started crooning Love Me Tender. He slowed his movements, gently pushing at Dean with his hips, then reaching forward to kiss his neck. He swiped his tongue at the bead of sweat flowing down the tan neck, glistening in the light of the dying candles. Dean shivered under him and he sucked at his pulse point, marking Dean with a mark of his own. His Major… his and his alone. "Mine," he whispered against the bruise, kissing it gently.

"Cas…" Dean muttered, his voice barely audible. "I'm gonna…" and Cas shushed him with a soft kiss. Elvis faded into silence and some guy started singing,

"You're in my arms, and all the world is gone… The music playing on, for only two… So close, together… And when I'm with you, so close to feeling alive…"

Cas started laughing at the obvious symbolism, but gasped when Dean released his waist and took hold him, stroking him to the music. His breath caught in his lungs as he gasped, "Major… I'm gonna… gonna…" And Dean was speaking, "Come for me, babe. Come for me. I got you, my angel… I love you," and Cas came hard, arching back and clamping down on Dean's cock, gripping him tightly around the left arm, leaving behind a deep red hand print. Then Dean was gasping his name, shuddering under him, filling him up. They continued "dancing" through their orgasms, until Dean collapsed back on the bed, pulling Cas down with him, and stayed that way until the room stopped spinning and they both could breath properly.

He pulled back a little, so Dean was slipped out of him, then snuggled into the strong arms, nuzzling the sweaty scented skin, kissing on the mark that had started to form at the base his collar bone. They breathed silently, listening to,

"Now that I've tried to, talk to you and make you understand…
All you have to do is, close your eyes and just reach out your hands…
And touch me… Hold me close, don't ever let me go…

More than words… Is all I ever needed you to show…
Then you wouldn't have to say…That you love me… 'Cause I'd already know…"

He looked at Dean who was nodding off, snuggled in closer, wincing at the pleasant pain in his back, and kissed his cheek, whispering, "I love you, Major" as the last of the candles flickered out, plunging the room in complete darkness.

"I love you too, babe," Dean whispered against his hair, pulling him closer. "Now go to sleep."

Cas sighed happily, closing his eyes and drifted off into a blissful sleep, listening to two men serenading each other with more than just words.

A/N 2: I have always been fascinated by the idea that sex is just a very intimate form of dancing. You can dance with anybody, but it's perfect when you're with the right partner. This chapter is dedicated to all the hopeless romantics waiting for their right partners.