In a moment of temporary insanity by your humble narrator I called Garth…Gus…I am sorry, I don't know why…FINAL COUNTDOWN!

Cas is apparently sometimes, when rendered bored, simultaneously insecure.

"Cas what happened is everything ok? Something happen at the bunker? An attack? Is Sammy ok? Kevin? Cas? What's going on?!"

Cas looks up now slightly petrified, because he did not think about how his abrupt departure might be translated. "No! Everyone is fine…I just…I missed you." That last part came out very quiet.

Dean looks into Cas's eyes, with a strange look of contemplation. "Cas did you drive all the way here, with all the dangers, and your awful driving skills because you were horny?" Dean is starting to smirk.

"And bored." Cas adds as if to solidify the argument.

"Ok, why are crying and upset then?"

"Long drive, I wasn't crying. I just had slightly watery eyes."

"Ok, what happened to get them that way?"

"I started to have some strange thoughts… Why was Garth here?" Cas desperately want to change the subject.

"Information about why monsters are out for angel blood. He is still looking into it, I didn't want to say anything if there was nothing he knew."

"That's why you didn't come back tonight…"

"Yeah, what did you think?"

Suddenly realization dawns on Dean. "Really Cas!" Dean is smirking again.

"Its not funny, its awful, I shouldn't have gone there, but I just…I don't know."

"Its cool kinda makes me feel special."

"That's fucked up."

"Yeah well so are we. You told me that… so your plan was to come all the way out here and catch me in the act?"

"No I didn't start thinking that way until the long drive…My plan was to come here a have sex with you!"

"Well, let's not let a good plan go to waste."

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Cas is now over the awful feelings and thankful for Dean. He is coming down from an insecurity high. Dean is massaging Cas's shoulders as they kiss and enjoying the fact that he now has Cas. It's been 4 weeks since they had been together; Dean just wanted to be all over Cas yesterday. He had just been so overtaken by the need to keep Cas safe, at every hunt he has been taking with other trustworthy hunters has been to seek out more information for Cas.

But right now it is all about Cas and his body and all the noises they will make.

They start to kiss, and Cas feels desperate against his body all muscle and hands. He is boldly pushing against Dean's body in order to get him to the bed. Clothes are coming off left and right and both seem to barely notice the fury of movement as they move to the bed.

Dean's pants are stuck around his ankles, and he has no idea how Cas got all of their clothes off so fast. He finally trips over his own pants onto the bed and takes Cas with him. They are laughing now, stuck in awkward angles of clothes that refuse to come off. Cas still has his long undershirt stuck on one wrist, and Dean is tangled in his pants and boxers. Cas finally gets the pants and boxers off, but Dean is quick and grabs the shirt stuck on his wrist.

Instead of taking it off he uses it the wrap around both of Cas's wrists and then holds them over his head. Cas is laying on the bed naked except for his hands tied together.

Dean kisses him hard. Then stops and takes a moment to look into Cas's eyes, a silent question. "You know the original phrasing of my plan was to come here an fuck your brains out, I think it is working the other way around."

"Anyway you want it baby."

"This is good too." Cas is in no mood to argue.

They are kissing again, tongues fighting for control and Dean's hands wondering everywhere. It has been too long.

Dean moves down his body, and Cas leaves his hands above his head, like a good boy. Dean kisses and licks as he moves down, stopping at Cas's nipples and bellybutton. Cas has to smile; he's ticklish. They are filled with smiles and gasps as Dean memorizes Cas's body all over again.

Cas feels kind of bad about it, but the reverent way Dean follows the curve of his body almost feels like worship. He doesn't feel he deserves that, but maybe that is just his fucked up mind, maybe it all is. Maybe it's ok, because at least they can feel like this together.

Dean reaches over in the nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube and starts to rub it on his fingers. Then moves down towards Cas's tight hole. Cas is gasping now. "Tell me what you want baby."

"You." Is all he can say.

"Tell me what else you want. Want to hear you beg."

Dean's first finger starts a slow slide into Cas, and it feels like home. "I want you, Dean."

"Tell me more baby. I want all of it, everything you want."

"I want you to fuck me Dean, till all I can think of is you."

Dean adds another finger and starts to scissor them, bending just right to hit that spot that makes Cas make those beautiful noises.

And as Cas starts to moan, Dean adds another finger.

"Please, Dean."

"Please what baby."

"Ready, please."

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"Fuck me"

Dean takes his finger out and starts to rub lube on his cock. Cas keeps his hands over his head and spreads his legs.

Dean finally feels like he is ready, and Cas feels like he has taken far too long. Dean pushes his hands on Cas's knees, spreading them and slowly slides in. Making Cas mew and whine with his effort to keep his body from levitating off the bed, because at this point he feel like he could float away.

Dean is finally all the way in, and they share a moan together of contentment. Because this is what they have been waiting for. "Please" Cas whispers.

Dean does not ask for more after Cas asks so sweetly. He takes Cas by the knees and throws them over his shoulders, and starts pumping in and out. It's a steady rhythm, and makes Cas's back bend to get more. Dean is taking his time, and taking Cas apart.

It has been too long without each other. Dean wants it to last, but knows they won't with 4 weeks of waiting and his quiet hands jerking himself in the shower while thinking of doing this exact thing to Cas.

Cas is moaning and Dean moves over to kiss Cas, practically bending him in half. Cas doesn't seem to mind and he finally moves his tied hands and wraps them around Dean's neck so they are locked together. Moving almost violently and rough. The slow pace has moved to punishing and they are each holding on for life to each other as their bodies are covered in sweat. The sounds of skin slapping is all that can be heard along with muffled moans as they kiss.

Dean's hand somehow wedges between their bodies and starts to move along Cas's straining cock. That is all he needed, just one touch and he is off. Dean moves his kisses to Cas's neck and moans as he comes as well. They are enveloped in white-hot bliss, like floating in heat. Their breaths mingling in their moments of satisfaction. Cas is still moaning while dean bites and kisses the skin there between his neck and shoulder.

Cas, being the bendy thing he is, wedges his legs off of Dean's shoulders and brings them to wrest around his hips.

Dean moves he head out from under Cas's bound hands, and starts to untie him. He is lethargic and carries a hint of a smile that Cas's mirrors.

Cas's hands are free in no time, and they just look at each other; reveling in the afterglow.

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So Dean drinks too much, well Cas can match him shot for shot, and they only drink in celebration. So Cas gets insecure, well so does Dean…but really is emotional stability something humans get all the time? So yeah they both say fuck a lot…now…but only when the occasion calls for it. They can both be stupid and stubborn, but now no one is quiet about it.

And if need be, they always have psychotherapy notes.

The End ...there isn't anymore