"Becky!" yelled Dean. "Use the gun!"

"Keep her away, we've almost got her burned down here!" Sam yelled.

Both brothers began to rapidly hack at the coffin, opening it up as much as they could. Shots were going off overhead, as Becky and Cas attempted to fight off the ghost of the murdered woman.

The grave was open now. Dean sprinkled salt on the bones as Sam quickly doused them with gasoline.

"I'm out of rounds!" Becky yelled from above.

Both brothers clambered up out of the hole so Sam could light it up. What they saw on top was a terrifying sight: the ghost, her hair and ripped dress flowing terribly, was advancing on Cas and Becky. Cas had Becky hid behind him, arms stretched out to prevent her from being hurt. The ghost gave a loud, raspy breath.

"Throw it in, Sam!" Dean yelled, as Sam fumbled with the lighter. He finally managed to click it on, and dropped it in the hole.

The ghost was directly in front of Cas now, who pushed Becky off to the side to safety. She brought her hand down with the knife in it again. Cas ducked, but the ghost had frozen. She looked with a tilted head at the hand holding the knife, which had begun to burn bright red. With a shriek like a banshee, the ghost was suddenly engulfed in flames. She hit the ground with a dull thud, melting away into dust.

Dean was breathing hard. He ran to Cas, who was still on the ground.

"Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" he asked, as Cas sat up, looking exhausted.

"I am fine. You managed to get her just in time, as you always do," he said.

Becky ran up to them, and threw her arms around Cas, who looked momentarily at a loss for words. She drew back, beaming at him.

"You are one crazy angel. You saved my life. Thank you so much!"

"You are most welcome," Cas said, smiling back at her.

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Dean and Cas decided to keep their own motel room that night, leaving Becky and Sam alone. Dean had a feeling the two were getting back together, but found it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would.

"You were amazing today," Cas said, as he and Dean lay in the lumpy bed, watching horrible reality television.

"Seriously? I mean, thanks, but dude, you threw yourself in front of Becky to protect her. And you're mortal now. That was one hell of a risk," Dean answered.

"It is my instinct to protect people. The thought of being mortal again did not occur to me," Cas said.

Dean turned off the t.v.

"Cas, listen…I'm so sorry your Grace is gone again. I wish there was a way for me to fix it," Dean said, turning to him.

"I wish we could too. But this life has its perks," Cas said, bringing his hand up to rest on Dean's chest.

"I'd like to show you one of those perks right now," Dean said, pushing Cas back onto the bed.

He kissed him deeply, and Cas moaned into his mouth. Dean grinned, moving his hands down Cas' perfect body. He began to unbutton Cas' shirt, and only stopped to pull his own off over his head. Cas looked up at him as he did; his hunter was perfect in every way.

Cas remembered how Dean had enjoyed him being in charge last time, and Cas gave a quick flip so he could be on top. Dean groaned as Cas bit down on his collarbone, kissing and licking his way from one side to the other. At the same time, Cas brought his hand down Dean's body, and began to unbutton his pants. Dean wriggled underneath him as he managed to get them unclasped and pull them off. Dean's erection was sticking up under his cotton underwear. With a devilish grin, Cas leaned down and nibbled it through the fabric. Dean moaned.

"This isn't really fair, you still have your clothes on," Dean said breathlessly.

Without a word, Cas stood and took his clothes off. It was like a personal striptease for Dean, and damn, was it hot. Cas stripped naked, and stood in front of Dean. He could hardly believe it. How was it possible for someone to look so good? He licked his lips, and Cas moved back on top of him. He grazed his fingers down Dean's side, latching onto his underwear and pulling them down his legs and to the floor. He looked up and met Dean's gaze, silently asking his permission to continue. Dean nodded.

Cas took Dean into his mouth, sucking lightly and moving his tongue around the tip. Dean leaned his head back and moaned loudly. Suddenly, Cas lunged forward with his mouth, sending Dean's hard member all the way to the back of his throat. Dean felt pressure growing in his stomach. He pulled back. Cas' mouth felt amazing, but he didn't want this to be over yet.

"Lay down, Cas," he said to the man.

Cas did, reclining gracefully back on the bed. Dean had a moment of doubt. Could he do this? But he looked at Cas, gazing lustfully from the bed, and he knew he could. This wasn't just anyone, this was Cas. He bent over, kneeling on the bed, and slowly took Cas into his mouth, trying to do everything he'd always liked. He licked and nibbled, moving up and down Cas' shaft with light and hard strokes of his mouth. Cas was making the sexiest noises Dean had ever heard. Dean couldn't hold in his own moan. The vibration from it nearly put Cas over the edge.

"Dean, I'm gonna-," he started to say. Dean pulled back.

"Why did you stop?" Cas asked.

"I know you had mentioned wanting to…do more. I'm ready if you are," Dean said.

Cas nodded. Dean grinned. He reached into his bag by the bed and pulled out some Vaseline.

"Why do you have that?" Cas asked with a tilt of the head.

Dean just grinned wider. He lay next to Cas on the bed.

"I don't know which one of us does what, but it's up to you," Dean said.

"Please, you on top," Cas begged.

Dean nodded, and began to put some lube on his fingers. He knew that this would be different than with a woman, but he knew the very basics of what to do, thanks to late night HBO in motel rooms.

"If I hurt you in any way, tell me and I'll stop," he whispered in Cas' ear. Cas nodded.

Dean pushed a finger into Cas' hole. It was tight, much tighter than anything he had ever experienced with a woman. He moved the finger in and out, loosening it up before inserting another finger. He started to scissor his fingers, opening Cas wider. Cas moaned when Dean pushed his fingers in deep. He felt him brush a spot on the inside and gasped. Dean sat up and moved Cas under, so they were face to face.

Slowly, he pushed in to Cas. He stopped, letting Cas get used to the feeling. It was so tight and warm. He pushed forward some more, enjoying the new sensation. Finally, he was all the way in.

"I'm going to move now, okay?" he said to Cas.

"Please," Cas said softly.

Dean began to thrust his hips back and forth, grunting with pleasure. Cas reached out and grabbed his own erection, moving his hand up and down. Dean noticed, and reached out to move Cas' hand. He wanted to do that. Dean started thrusting deeper, and Cas moaned. He was hitting him right in his sweet spot.

Cas' moans were turning Dean on even more. He watched Cas throw his head back and grasp at the blankets with his hands. Dean could feel the pleasure inside him starting to peak. He thrust rapidly into Cas, moving his hand even faster to keep the pace. Cas' legs started to stiffen.

"Come for me, Cas," Dean moaned.

Cas came undone, shooting his load all over his stomach. The sight was enough to finally push Dean over the edge. He shouted Cas' name and came quickly, stilling as he emptied himself inside Cas.

The two collapsed on the bed, exhausted. When they finally recovered enough to talk, Cas suggested getting comfortable clothes on and laying back in the bed. Dean thought it sounded like an excellent idea. Within minutes, they were back on the bed, holding each other close in the still night.

"What have you done to me, Cas?" Dean asked. "Cuddling? That's not like me."

"I'm enjoying it," Cas said, his voice muffled in Dean's chest.

Dean felt his heart flutter. This man was perfect. A real, living, breathing angel on Earth. He played with Cas' hair absentmindedly as he snuggled closer. Dean smiled. He knew it was time to make his confession. He was absolutely positive of his feelings now.

"Cas, I should have told you this a long time ago, but I've been confused," Dean said.

Cas sat up and looked at Dean with confusion in his eyes.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I am in love with you. Every single bit of you, and every single thing," Dean said.

"I love you too," Cas said.

"And that, I believe, will make all the difference," a voice said from the doorway.