A.N. In the original, this chapter had some... pretty hot stuff going. Since FFN doesn't want that to be published here (and I respect that) I clipped some stuff and made a new chapter of it. If you want the forbidden fruits, it's on AO3. Same alias, same title. Love you!

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Cas pressed his body forward, steering them both towards the sofa. He pulled back from their kiss, panting.
"Dean..."
Dean smiled stupidly at him, green eyes lustblown.
"Yeah, H'neybee?"
Cas moaned, and, firmly pressing their mouths together, pushed Dean down on his back.
Dean's cock twitched in his jeans. Cas was strong!
Stradling Dean's hips, Cas sat up and took in the man beneath him.

Opening his eyes was hard. He was blissed out to the max, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with Cas.
"Cas... C'mere... wanna hold you..." Dean slurred.
A soft chuckle sounded, and Cas' warmth crawled upwards.
Arms slid into place, soft hair tickled his chin.
"Yeah... That's it. Love you, Cas..." he murmured as he slipped away.
On the edge of sensation he caught the soft gasp, the sweet kiss on his chest and the whispered: "Love you too, Dean. So, so much..."

"Dean... Dean, wake up."
Scrunging his eyes shut, Dean growled.
"Oh my... you're an angry sleeper, aren't you? Like a bear." Cas sounded amused for some reason.
The warmth covering him moved, got up.
"Nmhm. Don' wanna. Gimme back."
This time Cas chuckled, and he sounded further off.
"I know, Dean, but I'm getting cold. We should take this upstairs."
That woke him up.

His eyes flew open, and he blinked furiously.
Cas was sitting next to him, a smile on his cute face. And he was buck naked... as was Dean himself.
"Oh... oh! Right... we went there, didn't we?"
More chuckles, as Cas was picking up assorted clothes.
"Yes, we did."
Those blue eyes darted to his.
"Do you want to continue?"

Dean gulped. If the sex had been real... then...
"Did... did I say something? Y' know... after?"
Cas tilted his head, and sat back down.
"You mean that point where you said you loved me?"
Dean breathed out.
"Ok... that was... ok. You ok with that? Because I... I do, y' know... love you..."

Cas ruffled Dean's hair with a smile.
"Yes. I know, Dean. I love you too. I told you, but you might have missed that, on account of you falling asleep."
Dean grinned awkwardly.
"I think I did catch that, but I wondered if that was real, or wishfull thinking."
Cas pecked a chaste kiss on his nose and got up.
"Real, Dean. It was real. Want to come to bed? It's bound to be warmer..."
Goosebumps were speckling his arms, and Dean realised that, yes, he was very chilly.
"Coming!" he said and grabbed whatever clothing Cas had left.

They crawled under the blue comforter on Cas' bed.
Dean plastered himself to Cas' side.
"Let's warm up." he grumbled to Cas chest.
Cas chuckled and snuggled down, nuzzling Dean's hair.
"Let's do exactly that." he said.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, until Dean let out a happy sigh.
"Are you ok, Dean?" Cas whispered, hand petting Dean's head.
"Yeah... it's just that I haven't cuddled like this in ages... years actually."
Cas just cuddled him closer.
"That's fine by me, Dean. I'm a cuddlebuddle myself."
Heaving another content sigh, Dean allowed sleep to take him once more.

His blanket was heavy, and moving lightly up and down.
Something was also tickling his ear.
Dean opened his eyes, frowning at the light. It was different... more blue hued than green.
"Mmmmmm. Dean... tell me I don't have to get up."
That was Cas' gravelly voice... and it vibrated in his own chest.
Gulping, Dean turned his head to find the soft, dark tresses of Cas' hair tickle his cheek.
Last night came crashing back, and Dean had to heave a heavy breath.
"Dean? Are you allright?" the voice of his lover grumbled, sounding more awake now.

His lover... Cas was his lover, and Dean's chest glowed with that realisation.
"Mmm. I'm ok, Cas." he rumbled back, running his hand through the soft locks.
"I could get used to waking up like this."
Cas hummed and cuddled closer, arm slung right over Dean's chest. Dean ran his hand over the inked wing.
"Cas?"
Cas hummed more, not opening his eyes.
"You wanna tell me about the wings?"

That got his attention.
Cas raised his head, and locked his cerulean eyes on Dean's veridian.
"No... not quite yet."
Disappointed, Dean kept stroking the black feathers.
"Why not?" he wondered aloud.
Cas sighed, his breath ghosting over bare flesh and making Dean get goosebumps.
"Because you might get angry with me, and I am way too happy right now."

"Why would I get angry? This happened way before we ever met."
Cas sighed. "No it didn't."
Dean blinked in confusion and looked closer at the wing.
"Cas, you're fucking with me, right? That ink is at least a decade old..."
Pressing his face in the crook of his neck, Castiël nodded.
"Sixteen years old." he softly mumbled against Dean's skin.
So that meant as soon as he was a legal adult.

Dean pulled back and lifted Cas' chin with one finger.
"Honeybee... what? Then how is it after we met? I'd remember you, even if we only met at... what would that be? Work? Or before that... Highschool?"
Again Cas nodded mutely.
"Castiël Novak. I would remember those eyes. I'm sure of it."
Cas stubbornly squared his jaw.
"Please, Cas... please? I know I wasn't all that at highschool, even if I thought I was... Did I do something to hurt you?"

Cas quietly gasped, and his eyes hardened.
"Don't. Don't say that about yourself! You didn't hurt me. Just the opposite. You gave me solace when I was hurt... Be proud of who you are, because you're the only you there is."
The last bit came out on a whisper, but Dean was instantly taken back to that dreary day in highschool.

He'd been wandering the halls during studytime, when he saw a hunched up little ball of human under the stairs. He'd squated down, noting that the kid was a boy, and close to breaking. He was wearing his PE kit and the lanky frame made it look too big.
"Hey there buddy. Are you ok?" he'd asked, a bit worried.
The kid had raised his head, and Dean'd seen the most beautiful eyes ever. Deep blue, and radiating misery. His pink lips had opened, but the kid didn't speak.
"I'm talking to you, kid. You look miserable, to be honest."

The boy had nodded his darkhaired head.
Dean'd thought he had to be a freshman, and the bullies in that year were harsh!
Finally, the boy had spoken, his voice choked and quiet.
"I am. The boys in my class pick on me. My clothes are wrong, I like the wrong music and I'm weird..."
Dean's heart had ached. Here was a beautiful boy, who seemed like a sweet soul just like Sammy, and the bullies were trying to break him.
His temper had started to rise, but he kept it locked up.
Comfort was what the boy needed, so that's what Dean would do.

He'd slid under the stairs and sat next to the kid.
"Screw them, huh. You are you. They don't matter. I don't like to listen to all those bleach blonde sexbombs that croon about love either. I'm into AC/DC, and Metallica."
He had known his reputation kept him, and by extention Sammy, safe from the bullies. Maybe it could help this poor guy too.
"So what? Doesn't make me less than others. Those bullies? Don't mind them, be yourself and if they corner you, punch their lights out. If they still bother you, tell them Dean Winchester hates bullies, and he will come after them."

He'd seen how the boy's deep blue eyes grew wider, and he was gaping at Dean.
Of course! He didn't know who Dean was... Well, that would be easily remedied.
"That's me, by the way, Dean Winchester. So. You dry those pretty eyes, buddy, and be proud of who you are. 'Cause you're the only you there is."
As soon as the words had left his mouth, Dean had groaned internally.
How sappy could he be? To hide his inner turmoil, Dean had clapped his hand on the smaller shoulder and crawled from under the stairs.

Dean gulped, rubbing the ink absentmindedly.
"That was you? The kid in PE kit, hiding under the stairs?"
Cas sighed and turned those blue eyes up, clearly troubled.
How had Dean not seen that? They were exactly how he remembered them.
Except this was the first time Cas had looked at him with such misery filled eyes since then.