Dean was sweating in his sleep. Castiel was terribly hot and wanted to get up, but he knew doing so woud wake Dean. It was almost three in the morning. Castiel knew that Dean was having a nightmare because every so once in a while he would jerk real hard and call out softly. He'd heard Sam's name a few times, so he assumed it involved something bad happening to him. Dean began to thrash then.

"... no.. leave him alone... Sam!... DON'T!" Dean jerked upright and reached out toward the bed post with a terrified expression. He was breathing heavily as he realized it was just a dream. He then turned and looked straight at Castiel.

"He was gonna kill you..."

"What? Who was gonna kill me?" Cas sat up and rubbed Dean's shoulder.

"Sam, but it wasn't really Sam. He had these evil black eyes. It was like he was possesed or something. He was gonna stab you."

"You dreamed Sam was trying to stab me? It was just a dream; it wasn't real." Cas leaned up and kissed him.

Dean searched Cas' face. Like he was memorizing every detail, "I'm not ok. I need you to help me." Dean's voice broke and tears sprung up in Cas' eyes.

"I will help you however I can."

"Anything I need?" Dean inched a little closer.

"Of course." Cas' brow furrowed. Dean had a look in his eye.

"Take control of me."

Castiel was wary, "How?"

"I want you to control me. The way you want to."

Cas shook his head, "Dean, no. You are too emotional-"

"Please. I'm asking nicely."

Cas could do nothing but stare at him. He was conflicted on the inside. His dominant side wanted to take over and do as he asked, but then his new found compassionate side wanted to tell him no, that it wasn't right. At least it wasn't right, right now.

Dean moved to the end of the bed, facing the bathroom door. He was on his knees and took his shirt off. He threw the blanket off the side of the bed and waited.

"Please don't make me beg." Dean's voice was shaking. The tremble in his voice was what the final decisive factor was for Cas.

"Dean," Cas moved behind him and started to take off his own shirt when Dean looked like he was going to say something more, "Did I say you could speak?" Dean shut his mouth quickly. He exhaled heavily. Cas removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Raising up on his knees, so he was taller that Dean he leaned foward and ran his hands down the front of Dean's chest.

Dean moved forward into his hands and Cas quickly brought one hand up to take him by the neck. He forced his jaw up, "Don't move." Cas leaned down and took his earlobe between his teeth. Dean moved anyway, and Cas growled. He tightened his grip and moved around him, to face him, "What did I say?" He pulled him off the bed and Cas kissed him hard once on the mouth and took him to the wall beside his closet. There was a metal bar that looked like a towl rack about half a foot above Dean's head, "Grab it." Cas said after he pushed Dean against the wall with his back facing out.

Dean just stood there. Cas was becoming frustrated. He quickly pulled the sweats Dean had on down right below his ass and smacked it hard. Dean did as he was told. Cas moved to his closet and brought out a black flogger. The tips of the leather were red. Cas looked at the fresh handprint on Dean's ass and loved the sight. He'd wanted to do that for a long time. Castiel ran the leather strips down the center of Dean's back. Little goosebumps rose where the leather had been.

"Cas." Dean didn't have to ask. Cas pulled back and hit Dean right in the small of his back. Not very hard, but hard enough to leave tiny red dots where the tips had made contact. Dean groaned and arched into the wall.

"That was for moving." He ran the flogger across his shouders, and watched as the muscles bunched up. He swung again a little harder this time and hit square across his shouder blades, "That was for not listening. Now turn around. Keep your arms up." Dean turned and looked Cas in the eye. His eyes were heated and he licked his bottom lip. Cas felt himself harden and he wanted to bite that lip. Cas looked Dean up and down. The sight of Dean aroused and being good was almost overwhelming. Cas moved foward and flattened himself against Dean.

"You are incredibly hot when you're being good."

"What about when I'm bad?" Dean leaned in against him. Cas moaned at the friction it caused, but he pushed him back because he was in charge right now and he'd just broken the no moving rule again. Cas let the leather strips run over Dean's exposed hard on. Dean shuttered. Cas leaned back to look at him.

"Do you like that?" Cas repeated his action.

"Yes." Dean's cheeks were beginning to get flushed.

Cas quickly struck him with the leather just above his arousal and Dean arched off the wall and squeezed his eyes shut as his mouth fell open. Cas was getting impatient. He wanted to be inside Dean. Cas told him to release the bar and he did. Cas let the flogger hit the floor as he took Dean's face into his hands. He kissed him soundly. He invaded Dean's mouth his tongue and pulled back only to tell Dean to touch him.

Dean's hand went to Cas' back and he was running his hands up and down his spine. Cas bit Dean's bottom lip and pulled. Dean growled and pulled Cas closer. Cas turned them so his back was against the wall and he pulled away from Dean, "Remove my pants off of the both of us." Dean had no trouble doing as he was told. He stepped back and nearly ripped his sweats off. He went to Cas' and went slowly. After his pants were go he went back up to kiss Cas some more. Cas started stroking Dean as the kissed deepened once more. Cas pulled Dean's head to the side so he could slide his teeth across his neck. He bit down and Dean moaned Cas' name.

Cas pulled him back, "My name is Sir. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Dean started chewing on his bottom lip as Cas' hands tugged and squeezed at just the right points.

"Blow me." Cas saw the look of hesitation and then a small panic. Dean swallowed twice before he answered.

"Y-yes, Sir." Dean went down to his knees and looked up and Cas. That made Cas harder than the sight of his hand print. Dean took his time deciding what to do. He grabbed Cas at the base and ran his tongue up the underside of his shaft and flicked his tongue against the tip. Cas hissed and closed his eyes. Dean took him into his mouth, careful not to let his teeth drag.

Dean gained more confidence as Cas made sounds and moved against him. He moved his hand with the rhythm of his mouth. He used his tongue against the sensitive tip. That's when he felt Cas put his hand in his hair. He pulled a little, but not enough to hinder Dean's momentum. Suddenly Cas pulled his head back brought him to his feet and pulled him over to the bed.

"You're good at that." His voice was so deep and gutteral that Dean smiled. He was catching his breath when Cas pushed him down on the side of the bed. He bounced up a little from the force. Cas grabbed something from the drawer of the bed side table but stopped when he looked back at Dean. It was a bottle of lube.

Dean knew what Cas was asking with his eyes, "Don't stop." Heat flashed in Cas' blue eyes and he squeezed the cold gel onto his hand. He rubbed himself down Dean couldn't look away. Cas leaned down and go real close in Dean's face.

"Look at me." Dean did, "Wrap your legs around me." Slowly Dean followed the order. Cas bent down to kiss him as Dean felt pressure against him. Cas leaned back to look into his eyes as he pushed into Dean. Both men clamped their teeth together, and Dean's eyes went wide at the feeling. Cas was fully embedded and he kept still as he let Dean adjust to the intrusion.

"Cas.." Dean was trying to moved under him. Cas put his head into the crook of Dean's neck and began to move. Dean was so warm that he wanted to just drill into him. Cas was slowly pulling out and Dean tightened his legs. Cas plunged back in and Dean let out a low moan.

"Does it hurt?" Cas was worried because he knew that this was Dean's fisrt time with a man.

"No." It was a little more than a breath, "Move."

Cas didn't need and more reassurance. He began to thrust a little faster. His breath was picking up speed, along with his heart rate. Cas was losing his control little by little. He was going faster and harder with each thrust. Dean clawed at Cas' back and was making low grunting sounds. Cas bit the muscle at the top of Dean's shoulder and sucked. Cas reached down and stroked Dean as he pulled back and dove back in.

They were both sweating and Cas flet himself getting close. He felt Dean's legs tighten around him, so he knew he was close too, "Dean, say my name."

"Sir?" Dean wasn't really concentrating.

"No my name, Dean." Cas licked up his neck and kissed right at the soft spot behind his ear. Dean arched even more, his legs squeezing tighter, "Not yet. Say my name."

"Castiel!" Dean nearly made Cas deaf with how loud he yelled his name as he came into Cas' hand. Cas' release left spots in his vision. They sat there for a minute or two just breathing harshly and trying to slow their pulses. Cas pulled out slowly and watched Dean's face. He closed his eyes and hummed as he unwrapped his legs. Cas stood straight up and went to get a towel. He wiped Dean's cum off his hand and went over to Dean to clean up his own mess.

After the two had fixed the bed and layed back down. Dean was laying on Cas like Cas had fell asleep on him when they were on the couch a couple days back. Cas thought Dean was asleep and drifting off himself when Dean spoke up.

"Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"I love you." Cas inhaled and held his breath. He ran his hand through Dean's hair and kissed the top of his head.

"I love you too Dean."

"Don't leave me." The desperation in Dean's voice was tearing at his heart.

"I've promised not to ever leave you. I guess I will just have to prove it."