CHAPTER FOUR-ELEMENTAL DESIRE

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Chapter Four: ELEMENTAL DESIRE

Dean glanced into the rear-view mirror and saw his brother and Gabe vanish. He let out a breath. He'd screwed up, bad. Sam had almost paid for it. He'd gone off half-cocked and if the archangel hadn't been there, Dean would have lost Sammy. What the fuck was wrong with him? Cas was right. He was being stupid and irresponsible and he knew better. Hell, his dad had taught him better, so what was his problem? Why was he being such a bitch? All he'd been doing lately was drinking, fucking, fighting and dreaming-'kay, he wasn't going to go there. Nope. Never. Snapping back to the present, he looked out the windshield. Shit. He could barely see the road, visibility was shot. Stupid storm. Stupid snow. Stupid road. Leaning forward, he slid his hand across the inside of the front window and hit the brights. It helped for a few seconds, until the heat in the car demanded a second thin layer of frost return to its place of origin. The windshield. Great. He sighed and rolled his window down a few inches. It cleared the frost. Relieved, he hit the gas.

Castiel appeared in Nazareth. The altar close to the entrance of the church of St. Gabriel. He smiled. Here, his brother was worshipped as The Herald. The Archangel Gabriel. His brother had recited the events after their conclusion, at Castiel's appeal. Even then the youngest angel had an affection for humanity. Stepping forward, he looked at 'Mary's Well'. Sadly, water no longer flowed. Father had chosen seven of his human creations to weave the curtain for the Holiest of Holies for the Temple of Jerusalem. Mary was set on her task until the need to fetch water for her household became necessary. As she had filled the containers, Gabriel had appeared.

The archangel had informed her of Father's wishes. They were never orders. Humanity was given free will. She'd been overwhelmed, unsure if she was pious and faithful enough to carry out the task. Gabriel had reassured her of her purity and light. She did not understand how it would happen when she'd never lain with a man. What would happen when her family, her husband received the news? She was told to cease doubt and place her faith in Father. She'd bowed her head and Gabriel had performed the Annunciation, blessing her with the task of carrying the Messiah within her. This had only been part of his mission. Gabriel watched his temporary charge; keeping her safe from harm until the Messiah was born. Over time, he came to love her and only left her side when another saw to her protection. When Father requested, as Gabriel said, "kept in the know', whatever that meant.

He'd remembered the times Gabriel had come home to inform Father of her health and the safety as the Babe. Gabriel had been different during the whole of his mission. Patient, gentle, pious and worried for his most important charge. So serious and anxious to join the anointed human on Earth. He didn't know how deep his brother's feelings for the mortal went, but Gabriel had llove her and he wondered if she'd ever known. Then The Messiah was born. Castiel had been there. There were no words to describe the event. Father had assigned him to be the light the group would follow to find the manger. He had been so thankful to father for this gift. He'd seen as Gabriel's attentioned veered between their most beloved brother and The Virgin Mary. The archangel evenutally came home, mission successful. He hadn't stayed. Once again, he disappeared. Only to return when knowledge of Castiel's assignment as Dean's guardian was ordered. Castiel had almost given up calling for him when he'd finally appeared. He'd changed. Become the heavenly equivalent of Dean. Enjoyed earthly lusts and pursuits. Libation, Nutritional sustenance-especially those with copious amounts of sugar, and his Fornication habits. Bedding humans –Male, female, individual, groups; he didn't even want to think about those he had lain with when he spent his time as Loki. Others had never been able to tell, but Gabriel had raised Castiel and the angel knew his older brother as well as he knew his current charge. He had begun to see a change in his brother, though. The smile reached his eyes, he was happy again, his Gabriel, the one he'd been before Mary had reappeared. Recently. Very recently. He was unaware of why this was, but enjoyed it all the same. He had missed his rambunctious brother.

Castiel sighed and let the fear and pressure within him, fall away. He walked towards the archway. The location was one of two solitary places that offered him contentment, peace. Both for different reasons. One of few that Father's presence could still be felt in so many wonderful ways. The air pure, the land blessed; the area unspoiled by human war and violence. Sacred. One of few modern areas that has always been shared by his own brethren and humanity. A place of miracles and knowledge; healing and wonder. Peace and faith, joy and contentment; wisdom and love. Father's love.

A place he sought answers; prayed for guidance. He had been questioning himself lately. Had his Father been wrong to assign him as Dean's guardian and savior? He immediately felt shame. He was betraying Father with his thoughts. The Heavenly Host was never wrong. Perhaps he had more faith in his youngest than Castiel had in himself. He reverently hoped it was not misplaced; it was all he had left. Dean had made it perfectly clear he had no faith in Castiel. The peace he'd surrounded himself with was abruptly shattered; his thoughts interrupted by a voice. Dean's voice. Against his better judgment, he locked on the hunter and appeared in the passenger seat of the impala.

Dean swerved. "Goddammit, Cas!"

Castiel looked intently at the hunter.

"You are perturbed?"

"Perturbed? No! I'm pissed! Almost crashed into a fuckin' tree!"

Castiel was tiring of Dean's attitude.

"I heard you call my name."

"I never-."

"Yes, Dean, you did. You spoke of your brother and inferred I was correct. Although, I am unclear to what you are referring."

"You're hearing shit. Didn't call you. Leave me the hell alone."

"My apologies. I will follow your edict. It will not happen again. Goodnight. "

Dean looked about to say something and instead leaned over and turned the volume on the radio to the highest setting. Castiel understood perfectly. He vanished. As he flew, he felt...cold. Why? He was an angel; physical conditions did not affect him or any of his brothers. No matter the circumstances. Until now. He frowned. Another human feeling to consider along with the previous weakness and pain. Was Dean's recent behavior causing this? Punishment for his lack of faith in himself? A lesson from Father? Giving Castiel human frailty so as better to understand the heavenly Host's youngest creations? Or one human in particular. He sighed. Alternatively, was it possible the hunter no longer had need for guidance, assistance, his presence? He is not aware where he lands until his feet touch ground. He smiles at the human man-boy as he laughs with delight when he turns and sees the angel. He sprints over and grins at Castiel, hugging him. The angel feels him shaking and frowns. He steps back and looks intently at the boy.

"Jonothon? You seem upset."

The autistic boy tightens his grip around Castiel, nodding into his neck. The boy shivers and his breath hitches.

"Jonothon. What has happened?"

"You don't want to be my friend anymore."

"Why would you say that?"

Jonothon shook his head and burrowed back into Castiel's neck.

"Jonothon. Tell me what makes you say that. Have you had visitors?"

"Uh-uh. Just me. 'Cept for Gabby and Bolly. "

Castiel smiled. If anyone could relax Jonothon, it would be Gabriel.

"Bolly? Gabriel brought Balthazar?"

"Yes. I like him. Gabriel made it snow and we had a snowball fight. Bolly and me against Gabby. "

"Did you win?"

"I don't know. Gabby doesn't play fair."

Castiel laughed. This was why he enjoyed this safe haven. Jonothon was so innocent and childlike. Happy and wondrous. Content to take joy from the angel's presence. He was the perfect antidote to Dean's temperamental behavior. His increasing volatile moods whenever Castiel appeared. Jonothon was speaking and the angel's thoughts had been on the hunter. Dean had made it more than clear of his thoughts concerning Castiel. He tuned the hunter out and concentrated on listening to his sweet friend.

"…Had a dream. Couldn't see anyone. Dark, small place. So cold. Kept calling for you, but you never showed-."

Showed? Castiel frowned. To his knowledge, his friend did not use slang. Jonothon was articulate, vastly intelligent, brilliant; but he spoke very formally. He was a child of a human condition called Asperger Syndrome, a form of Autism and like those with the same genetic foundation, slang was considered juvenile. They weren't called 'Little Professors' for nothing. He thought about questioning his friend on the word, but deemed it unimportant.

"Jonothon, you are aware that this place is your home. It is your wish, your dream. Your Heaven. You are alone in charge of all you see. No one and nothing can permeate your place without you blessing. "

Jonothon nodded, body still shaking.

"Jonothon?"

"Get lonely. Miss you. Haven't been here in a long time."

Castiel lowered his head in shame. Jonothon bit his lip. He'd upset his friend, now his friend wouldn't come and visit him anymore.

"Cassie? I'm sorry. Please. Don't leave. I don't want you to leave-."

The angel snapped his eyes to his friend.

"That is enough, little one. You are far too important to me and I will only leave when you tire of my presence."

Jonothon smiled, "I love you Cassie."

"As I love you, Jonothon. "

"Cassie? Do you dislike when I call you that, instead of your other name?"

"You may call me whatever you wish, little one."

"Okay. Good. Don't like the other name."

"Castiel? It is the name Father blessed me with."

"No, not that one. It's a good name, hard to remember; pronounce."

"Yes, you are the second human to inform me of that sentiment. But, I have no other names."

Jonothon smiled brilliantly, "Yes, you do. Gabby told me. Said it was a secret, but you enjoyed it."

He was going to kill his brother.

"And what name did he use?"

"Casty."

Yes, Heaven was going to be short one Archangel.

"I don't really like it, though; can I just call you Cassie?"

"I would find that much preferable. Thank you, Jonothon. You are still shaking, little one."

He pulled the boy's face to his own.

"Would you sit with me? We need to talk."

"Son of a bitch!"

The hunter slammed his hand on the steering wheel. He was pissed. Fucking angel. What was his damn problem? Couldn't he just leave Dean the hell alone? He wanted to scream. At Heaven, Hell, the world. All of 'em! He hadn't said shit about Sam or Castiel. So what the hell was his…

Dean looked out the front window and yelled in alarm. The Impala began fishtailing; pressing lightly on the brakes did nothing. He tried squinting; searching for another vehicle, hoping to Christ he was alone on the road. Running his hand through the frost his heart plummeted when he saw...he shook his head, refusing to see what was in front of him. Fuck! This was all that damn angel's fault! He could have at least mojo-ed him to a warm bar before flying off! He stopped the train of thought. He'd deal with this now, yell at Cas later. He'd let himself get distracted and now Baby was going to pay for it. He did what had become his normal reaction when he got in over his head. Distantly, he wondered when he'd come to rely so completely on the angel. No time.

"Casssss!"

Castiel was just turning to sit on the swinging bench on the boy's porch when he heard him. Dean. Not this time. He attempted to ignore it and Jonothon put his hand on Cas' and smiled.

"Go. He needs you. Go to him."

"How did you-."

Jonothon just smiled.

"It does not matter. Thank you for keeping your promise. Taking your leave before I have requested. He needs you. Go to him."

Castiel shook his head. "No, he doesn't. His feelings were made abundantly clear just before my arrival here."

"Go."

Castiel sighed, "this will not take long, I assure you. We still need to speak."

"Yes. Now, go. I will wait for you."

The angel closed his eyes, disappeared and arrived in time to put the vehicle back on course; slowing it down until it stopped on the shoulder of the back road. He passed his hand in the air between them and the ignition turned off. The silence was deep, the road dark. A chill slid down his spine. One of danger, dread, death. His eyes snapped to Dean and the fear was replaced by amusement. Dean was trying to catch his breath as he ran fingertips over the steering wheel mumbling to her.

"Ohh, Baby. Daddy's sorry. Coulda got hurt and it would have been all my fault. Can you ever forgive me? Hmmm? Ahh, thank you. I shall never take you for granted again. I will make it up to you. Nice thick drink of oil? The expensive kind. Nothing's too good for my baby."

He slid his hands across the dashboard and murmured promises and words of love. Unaware of Castiel using all his Grace to keep from laughing at Dean's behavior.

Castiel watched him with a slight smile. Dean stilled. Cas. Was right there. He was practically molesting his baby and the angel is rightdamnthere. Wonderful. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, leaned back and spoke low.

"Please tell me you just got here."

"I just got here."

"Thank Go-."

"But that would be a lie."

Dean groaned. Next thing he knew he'd be wanting a threesome. Cas and him in Baby. Or in the angel on his girl-Oh. My. God! Had he just thought that? With the angel sitting next to him? Okay, so maybe he'd thought once or twice about it, but hey! He hadn't gotten laid in awhile and Cas wasn't exactly the elephant man. And he did have long fingers and those eyes and…why in the hell was he thinking of the angel like…In baby…and that just led to thoughts of baby. What? He'd been fifteen, so shut the hell up. He had had a couple of hot dreams. Of Cas. With him. In the backseat of Baby and oh if that wasn't a totally inappropriate thought with the angel sitting right fucking next to him.

"Dean? What were you thinking about?"

Dean swallowed. Shit.

"Nothing. Uh, thanks for...y'know, helping out and all."

"You are welcome. If you are no longer in need of me, I will take my leave-."

The words were out of the hunter's mouth before he finished thinking them.

"No! Uh, I mean..."

"Dean?"

"You can...I don't know, stay if you want. Pretty bad out there, so yeah...uh, that..."

Dean wanted to shoot himself in the face. That had to be the stupidest thing he's ever said in his life. He didn't think he'd ever top the one he said when he had contracted that damn ghost sickness-.

"I do not understand what you are saying."

"Look, if you wanna hang out or whatever; maybe get a drink or something..."

Why the hell had that sounded like a date and why had he sounded so damn nervous?

"I do not drink, Dean and I-."

"Cas! Look, I was an ass and I'm trying to apologize!"

"Dean, there is no need for your apolog-."

"God! Would you just shut up for five seconds? I am going to hurt you. This is simple! You want to go to the bar or-."

"Dean? I do not think that you are making a wise decision. Perhaps, you should return to your room until this storm has passed. You have already risked-."

Dean was going to have a stroke. A big one.

He grit his teeth and bit out the words.

"I'm goin' to the bar! You in or not? Because I'm really getting pissed, here. Make up your damn mind! Now! What's it going to fucking-?"

"I would enjoy spending some time with you."

"Finally! Jeez, Cas! It's like pulling teeth!"

Dean turned the ignition and felt Castiel's eyes on him. Uh-oh, the head tilt of confusion.

"Why would pulling teeth compare to a simple conversation with me?"

Dean sighed. He really did have the patience of a saint.

"Never mind. Slang. Don't worry about it."

"Yes, Dean."

Dean looked over at the angel, chuckled and got back on the road.

"Hey Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"I was just thinkin'-."

"Do you think that wise?"

"Not usually, but...Hey! Nice, Angel of the Lord. Real nice."

"Thank you. I have my moments."

Dean looked over at him and shook his head, grinning. The grin slipped from his face when the angel focused on him. He couldn't look-.

"Dean? Perhaps you should concentrate on your driving. It would seem to be advantageous to pay attention the road. I would dislike having to save your...ass-."

Dean swerved at the angel's swearing. Dean suddenly had an image of Castiel's ass-muscled, tight-shutup, shutup, shutup!

He overcorrected the wheel; lurching into the other lane violently, he started when he realized he almost had a certain angel in his lap. He choked silently, trying to focus all his attention on getting back control of the car. Easier said than done. The angel was trying to right himself, but he was having difficulty.

The hunter bit his lip as Cas' efforts to move away were failing. He felt heat and warm breath on his neck; glancing down and then to the side. Oh, Christ. The angel had braced himself with one hand on Dean's opposite thigh, the other trying to keep his balance and his body off of his charge. The other hand pressing beneath his shoulder blades, the warm breath at his ear, intent on moving away. It wasn't completely successful. Finally, he balanced himself and began moving away. Dean began breathing again...until...

Deans attention was forced back to their dangerous situation-no not them, the roads-when he heard a loud horn. Oh, shit! A semi. Coming right at them. He spun the wheel just as the truck flew past. The wrenching of the wheel a second time forced the angel to slam into the hunter, grunting when he crashed into Dean's side, unable to balance. To avoid an unconscious hunter from their heads colliding, he lowered his head and curved his body inward. His actions impeded any physical harm to the hunter; however, it did nothing to block bodily contact.

Dean gasped as Castiel was flung against him, the angel's face pushed into the hunter's neck. The vibration and hot breath from Castiel sent heat charging through Dean's body. He took a deep breath and pulled the car to the side of the road. Whatever this was; it had to stop now.

He opened his mouth to demand Cas move away when he felt the angel's hand squeeze his thigh for purchase. Dean's legs spreading involuntarily, causing the hand to move downwards. He freaked.

"Goddamit, Cas! What the fuck! What's wrong with you?"

Castiel straightened in anger. Fingers digging into Dean's leg without notice.

"Perhaps if you were able to control the vehicle, there would be no reason for my continued presence!"

Dean glared, "Control?" Screw you! I don't need this shit! Better off taking my chances with Mother Nature….instead of-."

"Instead of? Who? Me? Who else are you going to call on that will put up with your idiocy?"

Dean clenched his hands in Castiel's trench coat, "For your information, I was doing just fine before you fluttered in and scared the crap outta me! Don't you have anyone else to hang out with? Tired of entertaining-."

Castiel pulled on Dean's jacket and shoved him back against the door.

"Entertain me? You are responsible for many emotions within this vessel; enjoyment is not one of them! "

"Let the fuck go of me! Emotions? You don't have any damn emotions! You don't do shit! You don't drink anything, eat, sleep, God! You've never even had a damn friend!"

Castiel reeled back at the hunter's words.

"And what is your definition of a friend? Oh. I had forgotten, you have so many that you can count on. So many you call friend-!

"Now, just-."

"NO! YOU WILL CEASE YOUR TONGUE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Dean glared but stayed quiet.

Castiel moved closer, voice quiet, anger making his tone low, deep.

"You constantly call for me when I am needed and as soon as I have completed the task set before me, you treat me as contemptible and inconsequential and if this is the way you treat others...You are the last…vessel to ridicule me about my other relationships!"

Castiel looked intently into Dean's eyes. Frowning when he saw…Dean closed his eyes. The angel sighed. His anger burned out of him by the look he'd seen. He wasn't even sure what it had meant. All he knew is it had hurt to know he had been the caused. He closed his own eyes. What was happening to him? He was an angel; above the need to resort to anger and violence.

"Cas."

His eyes snapped open. Jade green was all he saw. Dean's eyes were beautiful. He didn't understand why the hunter was so focused on him. He looked down and whispered.

"I am sorry, Dean. I had no right to-."

"No. Don't. Didn't do anything. Just…."

Castiel looked up at him and smiled sadly.

"I should have not become upset with you."

He licked his lips in nervousness. The hunter was making him feel. Just as he had earlier that afternoon.

"Dean."

The hunter's eyes flashed down to Castiel's tongue sliding across full lips. Jesus. Looking back up, he gazed intently into light blue; even as he watched, they began to darken. He knew it had to be freezing outside the car, but Cas was radiating warmth and he needed it. He was so cold.

"So cold, angel."

Dean let out a soft breath and reached up with his hand to touch the angel's cheek. He smiled.

"You're so warm, angel. So warm."

"Dean? What is-?"

Dean stilled his words by leaning forwards, lips hovering over Castiel's; searching the angel's gaze for permission. He smiled when he received it and leaning in, he brushed his lips lightly over Cas'. Pulling back slightly, he swallowed as the angel pressed into the hunter, wanting more. Dean made a slight sound in the back of his throat, running his tongue across his bottom lip; hoping to Christ, Cas would know what he was asking. The sound the angel made shot heat through the hunter's body and he had no choice but to pull him even closer. He breathed deeply as the angel's hands slid down his neck and then he opened his mouth for the hunter.

"Cas," Dean said, hoarsely, with difficulty. His breath catching in his throat, uncaring when it turned his voice gruff, filled with lust.

He started slightly when Castiel's hand clamped on the hunter's forearm, trembling against his skin.

"Wanna taste you angel."

Castiel shivered and slid his hands back up his arms, to his shoulder. Stopping at the palm print he had seared into the hunter's arm as he'd raised him.

Dean jerked, throwing his his back as he moaned. Loud.

"Ohhh, Jesus…it feels so fucking good! Oh my God! I-I...let go! Oh, God, Cas! I'm gonna-please let go!"

Castiel did as asked, smiling as he thought about what that could mean. He pressed closer to the hunter and whispered into his ear.

"Are you alright, Dean?"

Dean swore Castiel had said something to him, but he was busy trying to catch his breath…Hell, apparently, he had to learn to freaking breathe again. What the hell had that been? He'd never felt anything like that in his life. And that was saying something. When he could move again, he realized that he was hard. So very hard. Cas was…the angel was sliding one hand down his side, the other into his hair. His mouth was…Oh, God. Dean swallowed, biting back another moan as the angel slid his lips up Dean's neck; leaving open-mouthed kisses and then there was that wonderful hand dragging down his hip, his thigh, lower, lower until it moved slowly back up. Dean choked as the angel reached his ear with that hot mouth and whispered. The sound sent electric charging down Dean's body.

"Deannn, I want to touch you."

"I-."

"Please, Dean, let me..."

"Jesus, Cas...I..."

Dean licked his lips and tilted his head to the side to give the angel more skin as he slid a hand into his hair. God. It was thick and soft and he groaned silently imagining pulling on it, tugging; that mouth sliding; that tongue dipping out to taste him, take his length into that warmth...

"Touch me, Cas...just please...touch-."

Dean heard Castiel's own breath hitch as he whispered hotly into the hunter's ear.

"Show me, Dean...guide my hand to-."

Castiel moaned when the hunter covered Castiel's hand and moved it to his inner thigh, dragging both between his legs. Once he had those long fingers and slender palm just above his erection, he removed his own hand, tugging the angel's head back so he could whisper in his ear. Voice low, husky.

"Touch me, Cas."

Looking into Dean's eyes briefly, he pressed his hand lightly on the hunter's groin. Dean groaned at the touch as Castiel rubbed Dean through his jeans. Dean closed his eyes and ran his tongue up the angel's neck, nipping and tasting, moving up. It felt good, but he needed more, harder...he didn't know. But this? It was...different from...better, but it wasn't enough.

"Harder, Cas, please...need-."

Dean moaned as Castiel pressed harder, running his hand up and down. His lips parted, his breathing labored as he felt himself thicken; press uncomfortably hard against the zipper of his jeans. He pushed down, forcing the angel's hand down harder. Moaning, he shoved upwards; hips thrusting. Fuck, it felt so good. He growled as the angel slid and squeezed; pressed and circled and then...Oh God, yes. He felt Castiel hard against him. Dean growled through his teeth, lips hovering over Cas' neck and up his throat to his jaw until he was at the angel's mouth.

"Feel you, Cas. You're hard. What do you want?"

"To feel your heat and watch you slide through my hand. Taste you."

Dean bit down on his neck, groaning, his hips twisted and he rocked them forward. His hands pulling at the angel, rubbing against him. Castiel involuntarily grabbed at Dean, moaning loudly when he felt Dean against him through his slacks. Shock ran through his body and he stilled.

"Dean...I-."

"Shhh..." Dean ran his lips up the angel's neck, inhaling his smell, needing to feel him against his own body, "Smell so good...God, taste so...Don't stop, Cas, Please...don't stop."

The need Castiel heard in Dean's deep voice and felt Dean roll his hips against the angel's. Castiel moaned Dean's name and thrust forwards, unsure what was happening but desperate for more.

"Dean...it's...more, I need more."

Dean tried to control himself, running his tongue along the angel's collarbone. He could get used to this. He tasted so good and that collarbone, God. He mumbled into his neck.

"Taste so good. Want more too. Need more-Yeah, angel, yeah."

He pulled Castiel closer as his hands move firmly down the angel's back and press on his ass, shoving forward as he pulls the angel upwards, against him, grinding in quick shallow thrusts, panting against the angel's neck. Castiel growled, slid his hands up into Dean's short hair tugged forward, hard. Looking into his eyes, he slid his tongue across Dean's bottom lip and when the hunter gasped, he pressed his tongue deep into Dean's mouth. The hunter groaned deep in his throat. Jesus Christ. He felt like he was drowning and he wrapped his own tongue around Castiel's as he reached out with a hand and grasped Cas between the legs, stroking him through the pants he so desperately wanted removed ASAP. The angel rolled his eyes back and flicked a hand. Dean suddenly found himself pulled on top of Castiel lengthwise in the front seat. Fingers grasped his body and Dean stared at him before latching on to his neck, hand sliding between them rubbing, squeezing and stroking the angel. He groaned as he felt his throb beneath his hand. Dean heard the angel gasping; his hands clenching anywhere on Dean's body he could find naked skin, thrusting into the hunter's hand.

Dean felt him throbbing and he pulled up. The angel growled, sliding his legs against Dean's calves, displacing his hand and rocking up, grinding his cock against the hunter's. Dean's hands clutched convulsively at the angel's body, drawing closer as Castiel ran hands up and under Dean's shirt, sliding his fingers inside his jeans, pressing slender fingers against his ass. Dean gasped and shoved down, leaning into Castiel as he thrust his tongue into Cas' mouth in rhythm with the thrusts of their bodies. Each touch of Cas' hands lit him up; made him hot and then cold; weak and then strong...Jesus, what was happening to him? He pulled from the kiss, intent on getting as far away, from whatever this was; he looked into the angel's eyes and stopped thinking. He was...damn. Beautiful. And wasn't that a totally gay thing to think? Didn't matter, it was true. Sweat dripped down his face, his eyes were dark with want, his cheeks flushed and his mouth was red, lips swollen. Dean dipped back down to taste them for himself and when he drew back, they were both panting. Dean couldn't stop staring, he was mesmerized. He'd never seen Cas out of control and watching him come undone was...

"Deannn, I...what's-."

Dean leaned in and whispered against the angel's lips.

""S okay, let go. Want to see you let go."

Castiel smiled and pulled him down into a long kiss and then whispered.

"With you, Dean. Only with you."

Dean moaned his breath hard and insistent and Castiel wrapped his arms around the hunter, pressing them together.

"Now, Hunter, now."

Dean felt his body tighten, his orgasm slamming into him and he sealed their mouths together as they came.

A/N: There you go. Pretty light in the Destiel department, but it's going to get so much hotter. (If Dean can stop himself from fucking it up.) Reviews would be lovely. Thoughts, comments, suggestions? I hope you enjoyed. ;)