After their confession, they started to grow closer to one another.

Over the next weeks Castiel visited Dean's place more often, and sometimes the other way around. They started taking some of their paperwork with them home to work on because then they were free from the noise of their colleagues, and them prying into their relationship all the time.

Most of their co-workers were surprised at the changes, they kept staring at them and whispering about them and their 'interspecies-relationship', but Dean ignored them. In the end, it was mostly just Jo he talked to, beside Cas.

Touches became more frequent, too, though Dean was careful about making a new move, so he always waited for Cas to do it first.

But on a recent hunt, Dean forgot all about that. They had been hunting creatures from hell which could rip apart anyone they touched. During the hunt, they had gotten separated and Dean had heard the angel's screams. He had feared the worst then. But Castiel had made it out, and when he saw him again – alive and well – Dean really wanted to cry (of course he'd never admit that). He had run over to the angel and hugged him, tightly.

Castiel had frozen up in his arms, and Dean remembered himself then. But before he could pull back, he felt the angel's arms move to his back; hugging him back.

That was probably the greatest progress and after that. Castiel started sitting closer to Dean on the couch when they watched something, he even started resting his head against his shoulder. Such things made Dean a little uncomfortable because he wasn't used to doing any of that with people, ever. But Castiel seemed to find comfort in it, so he let it happen. The weight against his side was warm and comfortable anyway.

Sam had caught them a few times when he had appeared in Dean's apartment, unannounced. He had stared in confusion and suspicion between them, but he never said anything.

It was on a Tuesday evening that Sam dropped by Dean's place to return some movies he had borrowed. When Dean answered the door and let him in, Sam immediately saw that Cas was once again visiting.

"Hey Sammy, brought me back my stuff?" Dean asked.

Sam handed his brother the bag with the films and glanced between him and Cas, who was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt – probably Dean's clothing. "I see the two of you still spend a lot of time together."

"Uh, yeah, we were doing some work together, again. It's much easier doing it here," Dean explained and accepted the bag from Sam.

"Right," Sam said, unconvinced. "Can I talk to you for a minute, Dean?"

Dean frowned. "Uh sure," he said, turning around to look at Castiel. "I'll be right back." The angel nodded, glancing between them, before Sam dragged Dean into the kitchen and closed the door.

"Dude, this is the fifth time I come over and see the two of you together here – and I know you've been visiting his place, too. You have never taken anyone with you home, except for Jim, but even he hasn't been here that often. So, you wonna tell me what's going on, Dean?" Sam said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and raising an eyebrow at his brother.

Dean was taken a little aback by the sudden questioning. "Err, well, it's kind of… complicated."

"Then uncomplicated it for me," Sam said. His patience was running low. "You've been hiding things from me lately, Dean. I feel it, so spit out. Are the two of you… together…?"

Dean's eyes widened. "Dude!" he exclaimed before sighing. "Yes, we kind of are – happy now?" He hissed.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Sam asked, feeling a little hurt.

"It's not that easy, we aren't…" Dean trailed off. "Look, we're together, but it's still only in the very early stages and I… I couldn't tell you because I can't answer the questions you have about him."

"What? About Cas? Is there something wrong?"

"Sam, I can't tell you, okay? Not until he's ready," Dean said, staring up at his brother and begging him to just forget about it and switch the subject.

Sam stared at him in worry. "Okay, if you say so…" He glanced at the kitchen door, then back at Dean. "I didn't even know you were into guys," he muttered.

"Dude, I'm not having that conversation with you now," Dean grimaced. "And Cas isn't the first guy I've… 'been with'. Even though we aren't even that far, yet."

"Seriously?" Sam said, almost shocked. "You've been dancing around each other for months and you haven't even…"

"It's complicated, Sam," Dean snapped, not wanting to talk about it further.

"Wow," Sam said, stunned. "You must really care about the guy if you're taking it that slowly."

"Dude, it's not like I fuck everything at the first chance I get," Dean protested.

"That's exactly how it is," Sam said, dead serious.

Dean opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say to that, 'cause it was true.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Dean muttered, feeling very uncomfortable with this conversation.

Sam grinned. "Yeah, I do, I'll go now and leave you two to it." His suggestive tone made Dean scowl at him.

They entered the living room again Castiel glanced up at them, immediately noticing the small tension coming from Dean. He frowned in concern.

Sam went for the door and reached for the door handle, but stopped and glanced at the angel. "Take good care of my brother, Cas. He really cares about you," he said, softly.

Castiel's eyes widened a little and Sam smiled at him and left the apartment. Then he glanced over at Dean, whose face immediately flushed and looked away.

"Um, so, wonna watch a movie, Cas?" Dean asked, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

"Is everything alright? With you and Sam," Castiel asked, worried.

"What? Of course. Sam's just being a bitch, that's all," Dean said, smiling. "You coming?" he asked as he put on some comedy and went to the couch.

Castiel joined him and they settled down; the angel pulling his knees up to his chest, facing Dean, while his large wings were sprayed out on the couch behind him. He snuggled a little closer to Dean so that his head was resting on his shoulder, and Dean tensed.

After Castiel was done settling and hummed in comfort, Dean relaxed. He liked that the angel was getting more comfortable around him and was now touching him. It had taken a while and the improvements were big, but Castiel still didn't want to take it further.

They hadn't even kissed yet.

Dean was a little frustrated with that, 'cause he often found himself wondering what those lips would taste like, and how it would feel to melt into a kiss with him. But he wouldn't force Castiel into anything he wasn't ready for.

So, Dean waited.

Though, he admitted he was getting a little impatient sometimes.

Somewhere near the end of the movie, Dean heard soft noises coming from Castiel. He turned his head and saw that the angel had fallen asleep against him. He was sitting in an awkward position against Dean because he couldn't rest his back against the couch, and Sam would probably laugh if he ever saw this.

No! He couldn't think about his brother now – not with the angel sleeping so peacefully against him.

The movie was almost over, and Castiel shifted in his sleep. His hand somehow ended up on Dean's upper thigh – very close to his crotch.

Shit, why was this happening now?

Dean groaned and tried to move his hand up to remove Castiel's hand, but when the angel moved, Dean was afraid he was going to wake up so he didn't dare move his arms. Dean closed his eyes and tried not to think about how close Cas' hand was to his crotch, and how warm his body felt against his.

Crap, he was getting hard.

Dean muttered a curse and tried to shift as his erection became uncomfortable in his jeans. It didn't help him when Castiel's left wing suddenly moved and curled around the angel's side – Dean having the perfect view of the beautiful feathers moving elegantly.

He was now so painfully hard that he had to bite his lip to control himself.

Why was Castiel affecting him in this way? Especially when Dean was trying so hard to hold back and be patient with him.

Castiel shifted against him and Dean froze. The hand next to his crotch was finally removed as Castiel stretched.

Blue eyes opened, blinking sleepily, before meeting Dean's.

"Dean?" Castiel murmured.

"Hey, Cas." Dean tried to smile, but it was difficult when he was so embarrassingly hard and he prayed that he wouldn't get caught.

But that was when Castiel's gaze travelled from his eyes down to his chest – and eventually his crotch.

Castiel gasped and flinched back a little; staring up at Dean with eyes full of confusion and fear.

Dean cursed at himself.

"I'm sorry! It's just… You fell asleep, against me, and your hand kind of…" Dean trailed off. "I know I shouldn't do this around you, but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry, Cas."

The angel stared at him for a moment. "Don't be sorry, Dean, it's… a natural reaction," Castiel said, calmly. He stared at Dean's crotch again, then back to his face before he turned his head away, biting his lip. "It's not that I'm not curious about this, it's just… I don't like sex, much. It's violating and I don't understand why people like it so much."

Dean sighed. "Cas… The sex you were forced into is very different from normal sex. It's all about who you do it with and how you do it. It's actually quite pleasurable when you do it right."

"I have a hard time believing that," Castiel muttered.

"Well, you didn't think touching someone was comfortable before, either, did you?"

Castiel thought about it and hesitated.

"I… I want to know what it would feel like with someone you love, but I'm not sure I'm ready to try it yet," he said. "I'm sorry if that disappoints you, I don't mean to take that pleasure from you, it's just—"

"Cas," Dean interrupted him. Castiel fell silent and looked at him. "Don't worry about it. Seriously. I don't want to push you into anything that you're not ready for, okay? I'll wait."

"But… you like sex," Castiel said, frowning.

"Yes, I like sex, but not if you don't enjoy it, too," Dean said. "Now shut up, this is embarrassing," he muttered, face reddening.

Castiel didn't say anything more, and Dean felt relieved. He relaxed against the couch, closing his eyes, until he felt the angel shift closer. He opened his eyes and stared into the blue ones.

Castiel was staring him into the eyes until he said, "I may not be ready to take it that far with you yet, Dean… but I believe I'm ready for this."

Then he leaned in and brushed his lips against Dean's; kissing him.

Dean was too stunned to react at first, but soon he kissed him back, slowly, and felt his angel gasp against him before they deepened the kiss a little.

The angel's mouth tasted like fresh rain – everything Dean had imagined, and a moan escaped him.

Castiel's hand moved to his shoulder, grasping at his shirt; unsure of what to do, and Dean moved his own hand up to cup the angel's cheek.

Somehow their positions changed, and Castiel ended above Dean; resting his weight on his knees which were straddling Dean's hips, avoiding contact with Dean's lap and groin as he leaned himself over him. Dean's right hand moved to the angel's back, hand brushing against the sensitive feathers by accident. Castiel growled softly and kissed him harder.

When they finally pulled back from the kiss, theirs faces were mere inches from each other, and they stared into the other's eyes; panting.

Dean didn't know how long they sat like that.

Nor did he care.

To be continued…

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I know this chapter is pretty short, but I just didn't know what else to write in it, so sorry about that. But the previous chapter was pretty long, and the next one will be longer than this one, so I hope you don't mind (too much).

I was a bit afraid I had let things develop too fast, but as I said, I didn't know what else to write XD Anyway, it will be a few more chapters until they get more intimate, so that shouldn't be going too fast I hope. I think after this kiss, Cas might get more confident about the physical stuff. We'll see.

I hope you enjoyed this short chapter. More will be up soon, I hope :)