Later that same night, an angry Dean Winchester lies on his bed, trying to sort out the events that occurred earlier in the day. Maybe if he could come up with just the right excuse, he could get himself out of this situation. He hated feeling like this. Dean Winchester was not someone who let other people control his life, yet here he is. Trapped. It wasn't like he could tell Sam that it was all Cas. Dean's consent to Castiel kissing him was obvious. He replays the whole event over and over again in his head and feels extreme regret for not seeing the setup coming.

Suddenly, Dean's thoughts are interrupted by a quiet knock on his door. He tries to ignore it, but the knocking soon continues. And now it's louder.

"What?" Dean hisses.

Castiel sheepishly opens the door, holding his cat lovingly in his arms. "Hello, Dean."

"What the hell do you want?"

"I… Look, Dean. I am sorry. I should not have set you up like that. But I am still having nightmares whenever I sleep, and I cannot change that. The only thing that helps seems to be you."

"Well, maybe you should have thought about that earlier."

"Dean!" Anger and desperation pours through his low voice, making Dean instantly regret snapping at him. The ex-angel sighs. "Dean… please."

After a short pause, Dean replies, "I'm sorry… You can stay in here if you want, I guess."

"Thank—"

"But that thing stays outside." Dean glares at the ball of fur asleep in the ex-angel's arms.

"But he loves you so—"

"Outside."

Frowning, Castiel sets the kitten on the floor outside Dean's bedroom door and closes it softly. Dean notices the only clothing Cas seems to be wearing is a light silken robe, left from the original Men of Letters. He tries to push the inappropriate thoughts from his mind, but finds himself losing the battle.

Cas turns around slowly after he closes the door and walks around to the unoccupied side of Dean's bed.

"Cas?" Dean asks softly.

Castiel hesitates and looks at the hunter snuggled underneath the comforter on the bed. "Yes, Dean?"

"Um… what do you even have nightmares about? Just curious."

"Well, sometimes it's Metatron running the blade across my neck and feeling the Grace being ripped from my body—" Dean winces slightly at the image. "—and sometimes—most of the time—it's about… you."

"M-me?" Dean stutters in surprise.

"I think about all the times I've let you down and I think about how… damaged… you were when I found you in Hell. A lot of my nightmares are you just yelling 'Castiel.' It was the last thing I heard before I lost my Grace…" The edges of Cas's eyes are red at this point, and it's obvious he's trying his hardest to keep away the tears. He sits down on the bed, facing away from Dean and begins wiping his eyes.

"Oh, Cas… I'm sorry. It's okay. Come here." Dean sits up and reaches out to the damaged soul sitting next to him. He gently pulls Cas down until he's lying next to Dean. Castiel nuzzles his head into Dean's neck and focuses on his breath, trying to calm himself down. Dean shuffles uncomfortably at first, but decides this is no time to be prideful. Cas is hurting, and Dean so badly wants to comfort him. With his arms already wrapped around Castiel, Dean rubs soothing circles into Cas's back and recalls doing this earlier this morning.

After a few minutes, Cas looks up at Dean, who blushes at the sudden intensity in those deep blue eyes gazing up at him.

Suddenly, Cas stretches his neck up and presses his lips to Dean's. At first, Dean tries to pull away, but gives up when he realizes how happy this is making him. Cas's lips move so naturally and with so much ease against his own. A ripple of nervousness runs through Dean's stomach when he feels Cas's warm tongue press against his lips. He gladly obliges to Cas's gentle lead, opening his mouth for Cas to explore.

Dean moves his hands from Cas's back to his neck, wrapping gently around it. He sits a bit more upright, his back leaning against the bedframe behind him. Still kissing Dean, more eagerly now, Cas follows Dean and gets on his knees, one on each side of Dean's hips, and sits slowly down on Dean's lap, currently covered by the fluffy white comforter. Cas smiles into the kiss as he begins to feel something hard pressing against him from under the blankets.

Sorry it's so short D: I'll try to make the next chapter longer. And there may or may not be a time jump, depending on what you guys want. So if you decide to leave a review, I'll 1.) love you forever and 2.) I'll really take your suggestions into account. Really. I don't really write these things in advance. I just write the chapters as I go, so if you have suggestions or some type of scenario you want to happen, it wouldn't be very difficult at all to put your suggestions into the story. :) Thank you all so much for reading!