Here's some Sabriel and a little back story for ya.

Points to whoever can guess why I picked that date for Gabe's bday!

Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.

'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

Sam sat back in his chair, stretching his limbs out from being hunched over the table. It was only February but yet every one of his teachers decided it would be fantastic to assign projects for every week. Dean tried to be sympathetic but couldn't hide his little snicker.

"Well you're the one who decided taking 18 credits and working at the same time would be a great idea!" He'd always say when Sam started to whine. It had been a good idea…in theory…get as much of the bs classes out of the way as he could and then focus on his law degree…but he had to at least help pay for some things. He had gotten a scholarship but it only covered so much. He couldn't put it all on Dean to pay for rent, clothes, food etc…especially when Dean was trying to get his own degree.

He was so proud of his older brother…he'd been shocked when Dean even agreed to move at all. It was always the plan that Castiel would move to Boston and then Sam would follow. They would keep an eye on each other, a promise that Dean demanded. After getting their degrees they would move back to where they grew up, New Haven, Connecticut. Dean had been ok with that plan…but Sam knew it was slowly killing him. Not only was he losing his little brother but his best friend, even if it was only 2 ½ hours away. Sam wasn't stupid though, he had known for a very long time that they were in love with each other, he even brought it up to his mom and she agreed. Even admitted that her and John had a bit of a bet going between them…Sam joined in of course.

The next thing he knew, Dean had this crazy idea of getting a degree in Automotive Mechanics and Graphic Design. Their mother Mary gave a casual smile to Sam as Dean went on and on about his idea. The plan changed of course, to Cas and Dean moving to Boston and then Sam would join them.

Sam had missed them so much over the 2 years he had to wait but it was so worth seeing the new excitement in his brother's eyes. He had never had any hopes for his future…just working in the garage and go bar hopping every night. It made Sam extremely happy to see the change in Dean.

While Dean and Sam moved off campus in their own apartment, Cas decided to stay…wanted the whole 'college feel'. It always made him laugh when he'd wake up to see Cas sprawled out on the couch or floor of their small place.

"Sammy? You here?" Gabriel's voice carried through the apartment and Sam couldn't help the smile growing on his face. He and Gabe have been dating for nearly a year now, things were great between them and they only fought when Gabe pulled his trickster crap. It was hilarious half the time…but not when it messed with anything related to his schoolwork.

"Yeah, I'm in here!" He called out, looking over to see Gabe walk into the kitchen. Sam felt his heart flutter as Gabe stepped closer to him, kissing his forehead.

"Homework again? What the hell man! It's Valentine's Day! I thought we were gonna go out tonight?" Gabe pouted and Sam shook his head laughing.

"I know babe…that's why I've been busting my ass trying to get this all done before you got home…I just have two more paragraphs to write and I'll be done. I promise," Sam sighed rubbing his eyes. He felt warm hands press into his shoulders making him groan just a bit.

"How long exactly have you been hunched over this table? Seriously Sam…you're all knotted up," Gabe tsked behind him, kneading his knuckles into Sam's tight muscles. He let his head fall back to press against Gabe's stomach.

"Since an hour after you left," Sam groaned out maneuvering his long arms behind him to hold onto Gabe's legs, just below his ass.

"Since I left? Sammy! That was 6 hours ago! You know what…you're done. You can finish this shit tomorrow," Gabe shook his head reaching over Sam's shoulder to close his book. He made a noise of protest but Gabe's lips kept him from actually arguing.

"Babe…your birthday is tomorrow and I have to work this weekend…I just wanted to get this done now so I don't have to stress out on Sunday…" Sam sighed when his boyfriend finally pulled away.

"I know but you need a break and I wanna go out with my hot giant boyfriend on Valentine's Day! Then tomorrow when you get off of work, we're going to Elysium for my birthday. Sunday you'll finish your homework and then I'll pamper you to the point where you won't be able to walk…now get up, get your tight ass in the shower or I'm leaving without you" Gabe demanded backing away towards their room. Sam watched him with a smirk, shaking his head before getting up to his feet.

"February 15th is the only day you are truly allowed to Diva out…but I guess I'll let it slide for today as well…" Sam grinned tackling Gabe hard onto the bed. He let out a loud grunt and tried to push Sam up.

"Bitch, please…I am not a diva…I am a queen, get it right dammit," Gabe laughed moving his hands to the back of Sam's neck.

"So sorry your highness," Sam kissed Gabe's lips but pulled away just as Gabe tried to deepen it.

"Hey! Uuuugh, Sam!" Gabe whined. Sam threw him a smirk before disappearing into the bathroom.

Dean walked out of the shower and looked around their bedroom…he had about an hour left until Cas was out of his class for the day. Knotting the towel around his waist, he picked up another to dry his short hair, letting his eyes wander over to the nicest suit he owned.

It was their first Valentines together and Dean was trying to be the sweet boyfriend Cas believed him to be. He wanted to try at being romantic…so he lit candles, placing them everywhere in the living room and dining room, dinner (that would be delivered in a few minutes from a restaurant Cas really liked), he put on some soft Jazz …he was even going to wear the suit!

Then Cas called, saying he'd be late getting home. Twenty minutes turned into 30 that turned into an hour…Dean was fuming. He tried to be upset with Cas but he couldn't, it wasn't his fault that his class was running late…wait…classes don't usually run an hour behind!

"Dean, I'm home! I'm so sorry I'm late," Cas's voice broke through Dean's inner arguing. He stepped into the living room to see a very guilt stricken Cas, starring at all the blown out candles and the cold food sitting on the table.

"Shit…De…I'm so sorry!" Cas sighed heavily dropping his stuff to the floor. He rushed over wrapping his arms around Dean's neck. He wanted to be upset but Cas smelled good and felt amazing pressed against him. His arms pulled Cas closer and nuzzled his face in the crook of his neck.

"Why are you so late?" Dean asked and mentally berated himself at the whine in his voice.

"My teacher gave a surprise test and then a very long lecture to 'think' about over the weekend…she can get really annoying," He explained softly, his long fingers tangling in his hair.

"Well…dinner is kind of wasted now…" Dean huffed out a little laugh as Cas pulled away gently.

"The night isn't though…and I'll make it up to you…but I need you to go get some liquor from the store," Cas bit his lip and Dean stared at him.

"What are you planning Kit?" Dean felt himself smirk. Cas shook his head and pushed Dean towards the door.

"God you look fucking amazing in that suit," Cas shuddered and Dean couldn't help himself from posing a little. He heard Cas's sharp intake of breath and he snickered before grabbing his keys and wallet.

Twenty minutes and 2 bottles of whisky later Dean was walking back up to the house. His entire body humming with excitement of what Kit was planning. He pushed the door open and grinned; the candles were relit but the music was coming from further back of the house. Dean bit his lip as he dropped his stuff onto the side table; he was about to slip the jacket off but thought better of it.

He retrieved a couple shot glasses before slowly making his way to where he knew Cas was. Toeing the door open, the music got a bit louder. It was no longer jazz but the music he enjoyed the most…classic rock. Dean felt himself grin like an idiot but the second he saw Cas…. his entire body went rigid with need.

The night they ran in the woods…he had felt like an animal, wanting to attack and claim Cas. That same exact feeling over came him and he stepped closer, setting the bottles and glasses down on the dresser. His eyes trailed down the great amount of skin bared to him and his fingers couldn't help following with just a mere brush of contact.

The boy on his bed shuddered but stayed silent, letting Dean take it all in. He stepped away from the bed and slowly took his jacket off, glancing over at Cas with a devious grin.

"Well, well, well Kit…what shall I do with you hmm?" Dean said with a growl. Cas's entire body shuddered and a little whine escaped his throat. Dean kicked off his shoes and socks, keeping his distance from the bed. He pulled the computer chair to the edge of the bed and sat down, leaning back as his hand moved up the inside of his thigh to palm himself through his slacks.

"You got yourself in quite a dilemma there," Dean snickered. Cas somehow managed to cuff himself to the headboard …but it wasn't just that, that had gotten him feeling all predatory…his sexy as shit boyfriend had stripped and changed into very tight dark blue panties. Oh, but that wasn't all…of course he had to go even farther…. fishnet stockings being held up by a black garter belt. And he was gagged…with that damn blue tie.

Dean licked his lips taking in his boyfriend again; the panties barely covered his erection, the tip of it peeking out of the top. He really couldn't help himself when he saw that first drop of precum drip onto Cas's stomach. Leaning over, careful not to touch him, he flicked out his tongue to lap it up. Cas's back arched off the bed and moaned loudly.

"God…I don't even know where to start…you evil…evil little bastard," Dean said, his voice dropping a few octaves. Cas's blue eyes got wider and he could see the begging bleed through. Dean stood up, moving over to his music collection. He fingered through them until he found a compilation he made himself…if it were anyone else, they would accuse him of turning a very erotic moment into a mushy one…but Cas would know better.

Dean bit his lip as "Nights in White Satin" blared through his speakers, grinning when he heard the muffled whine behind him. He glanced sideways at him, his fingers slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Crawling on the bed in-between Cas's legs, he let the shirt fall off his arms, pooling onto the floor.

His hands started at Cas's feet, sliding along the tights until he got to the little buckles, unlatching them quickly. His eyes darted up to meet Cas's and grinned, leaning down he pulled the stocking down with his teeth slowly, not once looking away.

"Jesus…did you shave Kit?" Dean asked with a moan. Cas nodded, his breathing getting a little erratic. He had to hold his breath for a moment or he was going to ruin the whole moment by rushing it. Dean leaned in and sucked on the skin next to his knee, his skin was so soft and smooth, he let out a loud moan. Rolling his eyes up to meet Cas, he licked his way up his inner thigh, sucking on patches of skin along the way.

By the time he made it up to edge of the panties, Cas was a quivering mess beneath him. His hands moved along the outside of Cas's thighs and up the sides of his torso, trailing them back down his front to dip his fingers into the panties, avoiding his throbbing erection. Cas let out a whimper and Dean smiled at him, pulling down the panties enough to bare his hip. He leaned down and sucked at the protruding bone, nipping at the skin.

"God Cas you taste so good…you 're really gonna have to tell me later how long you've been planning this…" Dean smirked licking the skin just above the elastic. Finally, he began to kiss his way up, making sure to keep his body hovering above him. He flicked out his tongue to graze against Cas's chapped lips.

"As much…as I love this idea…one thing I need to change…" Dean said quietly, reaching under Cas's head to untie the gag, letting it drop to the floor. Cas licked his lips and smiled, reaching up to catch Dean's mouth for a brief moment.

"I honestly didn't know if you would or not," Cas whispered biting his lip canting his hips high to get some friction. Dean snickered, reaching down with a hand to push his hips back down on the bed.

"It's hot but I love hearing your voice more Kit," Dean ran his tongue slowly from his chin to his neck, biting hard on his flesh. Cas let out a sharp gasp, his chest heaving trying to catch his breath. Dean licked at the bite, shuddering at the immediate bruise.

Dean's hands couldn't be still, wanting to touch and squeeze at every inch of skin. He couldn't get over how soft he was, even with all of his sinewy muscle underneath.

His fingers clutched at Cas's left knee, hiking his leg high on his waist as he lowered his body, grinding down hard against him. Both of them let out a breathy moan, Cas's turning into a keening whimper.

"You're wrists ok baby?" Dean asked softly, brushing his lips against Cas's teasingly. He nodded and pushed his hips against Dean's, making him laugh a little.

"De please…" He begged and Dean let out a low growl, rolling his hips to align with Cas's, wrapping his other leg around his waist. His hands pushed under Cas's shoulders to cradle him as their bodies moved with a frantic speed.

"Careful Kit…if you make me cum too soon, you'll have to pay for it later," Dean playfully threatened pressing their foreheads together. Cas's hips pushed even harder against him, making him moan loudly.

"How?" he answered with a gasp. Dean bit down on his lip to push down his orgasm but the body underneath him was just too tempting.

"I'll rip those panties off to your knees and fuck you until you can't walk tomorrow," Dean growled, moving his right hand to slide between their grinding bodies, gripping Cas's dick in his fist.

"De…oh fuck please!" Cas cried out throwing his head back. Dean pulled away to pull his own erection out of his pants before pushing their hips together again. He shuddered at the lovely heat that traveled through his body to settle in the pit of his stomach. Building hotter and hotter with every slide of their cocks against each other. Dean felt Cas's tongue on the outside of his ear and the heat in his stomach became too much. He shouted out Cas's name as his vision went white, his entire body shuddering at his release. Cas cried out and Dean felt his cum mix with his own, his fingers wrapped around both of their cocks, pumping them together a few times; getting a lovely whine from Cas.

Dean bit his lip and grinned before letting his face slip into a playful glare; he got to his knees and unlocked the handcuffs. As he slipped off the bed he saw Cas look at him curiously out of the corner of his eye.

"On your knees Kit," Dean ordered, pleased with Cas's full body shiver. He swallowed hard and slid down to his knees, his hands slowly pulling down Dean's slacks until they pooled around his ankles.

"Clean up your mess…then you'll receive your punishment," Dean barked out pulling hard on Cas's hair. His eyes went wide and his pupils blew out with lust as he nodded almost frantically. Dean released him, letting out an obscene moan as those lips wrapped around his dick. He felt himself twitch and begin to grow rapidly with the hard sucking Cas was doing.

"That's it Kit…you're such a good lil kitty aren't you?" Dean moaned running his fingers through the dark locks as Cas bobbed his head faster. He felt himself getting worked up a little to fast and with a hard but gentle tug, pulled Cas off of him.

"Bend over, hands on the bed," Dean ordered and stood back to watch Cas stand gracefully. He gave Dean a sneaky grin before bending over, spreading his legs wide. He kicked his pants away and shuddered, reaching out to pull those panties down roughly…that perfect ass, that tight hole…this amazing man was his… and there it was again. That animalistic need to claim the body in front of him came tearing through and he let out a loud growl. Cas mewled as he looked over his shoulder at Dean and shared the same look.

"Take me De…now," Cas growled pressing his head into the bed in complete submission. Dean lost it; he grabbed those taunting hips and pressed his pulsing erection against that tight hole, grinding against him hard. Cas let out a feral cry and clawed at the sheets. Dean sucked on two of his fingers and once they were wet, shoved his middle finger deep into that hole. Not giving Cas a chance to relax he began to thrust it deep, avoiding his prostate completely.

"Deeeean!" Cas gasped out pushing his hips back against his hand. Dean bit hard into his ass cheek getting a pretty scream out of the writhing mess that was his boyfriend.

"Behave baby…you're not supposed to be liking this so much remember?" Dean snickered shoving in a second finger, giving him only a few seconds before slowly getting a third one inside of him. Cas keened and tried to still his hips but Dean knew he couldn't.

Dean spit on his free hand and rubbed himself a few times, mixing the spit and cum to get wet enough for Cas. The fingers inside of his lover suddenly pushed hard on Cas's prostate; granting him another scream like wail. He pulled his hand away and slapped Cas's ass hard when he growled at him.

"Do you want my dick baby? Or would you rather have my fingers?" Dean leaned over to whisper in his ear. Cas whimpered pushing his head back into the bed and he grinned, pressing the tip of his cock at Cas's entrance, just barely pushing it in.

"Didn't quite hear you Kit…"

"I want your cock De! Please fuck me…please!" Cas cried out. Dean licked the back of Cas's neck as he pushed into him in one thrust. They stayed still for a moment…he loved being rough with Cas but there was no way in hell he would intentionally hurt him. He ran his hands soothingly up Cas's back and once he felt him loosen up he started to thrust against him.

Cas stayed in that submission position while Dean pistoned into him, one of his hands finding their favorite spot deep in Cas's hair, pulling hard.

"Dean…oh my god…it's too much," Cas whimpered and Dean smirked, leaning over him again to suck on his shoulder.

"You want me to stop Kit?" Dean whispered slowing his hips. Cas whimpered and shook his head violently and Dean couldn't deny him. Dean pulled one of Cas's legs up to rest on the bed and the new position sent Cas screaming out obscenities. The head of Dean's cock slamming so deliciously deep inside of him, his prostate getting hit with every thrust.

Dean reached around and gripped Cas's dick hard in his hand, pumping him in sync with his hips.

"Dean…. oh god…. I'm gonna cum…please can I cum?" Cas begged, his fingers gripping the sheets so tightly Dean was surprised they hadn't ripped.

"Cum for me Kit," Dean said through gritted teeth, snapping his hips roughly against him. He heard Cas let out a cry and his entire body started to spasm almost violently against him, clenching so hard around Dean it almost hurt. Watching Cas come completely undone made him see stars as he came with one final thrust into Cas. Keeping himself buried as his cum filled his lover.

He didn't want to move…just wanted to stay buried in that amazing body that was shivering below him. Finally he managed to pull out, groaning when he saw his cum drip out of Cas.

"Baby…you ok?" He asked worriedly when Cas didn't move, his face was buried in the sheets and Dean could hear him breathing heavily. Finally those blue eyes met his and he was shocked and scared when saw tears in those bright eyes.

"Castiel…fuck did I hurt you?" He asked cupping his face with his hands. Cas let out a little laugh, letting Dean help him stand on shaky legs.

"No, you didn't hurt me. That was…I think I had four orgasms rolled into one…" Cas admitted with a blush. Dean let out a sigh of relief, capturing his lips with his own.

"You kind of scared me…I'm guessing that these are good then?" Dean asked wiping away the tears. Cas nodded and snuggled into his chest.

"Happy Valentine's Day Dean," Cas grinned. Dean shook his head and tackled him to the bed tickling him.