Part Two D

Sam's gaze moved between his brother and the angel. He wasn't an idiot. He knew what he had interrupted. Or at least he had a good idea. He'd cock blocked his brother enough times to recognize a horny, pissed off Dean. He really thought about saying something, but he didn't know if it was his place. On the one hand, whomever Dean chose to fuck around with, that was his business, on the other hand, the people his brother usually messed around with at least understood the rules.

Cas was so damn innocent when it came to human relations, Sam was pretty sure he was in way over his head with this.

Though, if Dean had finally woken up and realized he was head over heels for his angel, then maybe this was more than just his brother using their friend for sexual release.

Sam decided he'd hold off on the lecture for now. He had some time alone with the angel coming up and he could use that time to subtly question the other man.

"Are you ready, Sam?" Cas asked calmly.

"Yeah, sure. Let's go. We'll be back as soon as we can," Sam told his brother.

Dean just waved the pair out the door, eyes never leaving the laptop he had open.

Cas led Sam down the path from the cabin to the wood line, then down a path that wound around the camp right on the edge of the forest. He paused when they came to a bright red trail marker.

"It's not far down this trail. Are you ready?" the angel asked.

Sam nodded. He followed the shorter man down the small, well-used trail.

"So, um, how are things?" Sam asked his friend, hoping to spark up a conversation. Cas shot a glance at him before staring back at the trail before them.

"Fine," the other man answered shortly.

"You sure?"

"What would be wrong?"

"Nothing in particular, I was just wondering how you were handling the whole being human thing, if there was anything you might want to talk about."

"Sam, I'm hardly going to be traumatized by my time as a human. I have been without my grace before. This is only temporary."

"I know, but last time, the only humans you were around were Bobby, me and Dean. This is a lot different. I was just checking," he told his friend.

"I appreciate the gesture, then, but I'm fine."

Sam sighed. He obviously wasn't going to get anything out of Cas. The angel had obviously been taking lessons from Dean on avoidance.

It didn't take long for the pair to reach the pool. Cas turned to face Sam.

"The symbols are on the other side of the pool. There are Enochian symbols on the left and two I don't recognize on the right. If we walk around the edge, you should be able to get close enough to take a photograph without having to get in the water," Cas explained.

Sam nodded and followed the angel around the steaming pool, heading for the right side first. He was leaning over to get the best angle for a picture when he saw it. Just behind the small waterfall was a dark opening.

"Cas? I think there's a cave back there."

"Really? We didn't notice that yesterday."

"Give me a hand, I'm gonna see if I can get back there," Sam told the other man.

Cas came over to where Sam was standing. The hunter handed Cas his cell phone and the handgun he'd hidden in the band of his jeans.

"That's loaded with silver rounds," he told Cas, hoping the other man wouldn't actually have to use the weapon.

"And, will that kill whatever you expect to find in there?"

Sam shrugged. He had no idea what he expected to find so he'd packed what he thought would do the most damage to the most creatures, hence the silver. The hunter leaned over as far as he could, trying to get a good look into the small cave opening. He could feel the other man behind him, leaning over as well.

The first time he heard it, he passed it off as typical forest sounds. The second time, Cas heard it as well.

"Sam? What was that?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly. It sounded like a low growl, but not from any animal the hunter had ever seen. What happened next, Sam would be hard pressed to describe in any kind of detail. It happened in a flash of black fur, yellowed fangs and glowing red eyes.

Sam felt a large body slam into his, throwing him back against Cas and knocking the other man down. He could feel hot, rancid breath on his face as he used all his strength to keep the mongrel's fangs from chomping down on his throat. The loud report of a gun sounded near his ear. The animal on top of him yelped and went limp on his chest. Using all the strength he possessed, he shoved the still carcass off of him.

Sam glanced up to see Cas sprawled across a jutting rock, gun still held out in front of him.

"I guess silver will kill them," the angel said in a shaky voice.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, noticing how the shorter man was clutching at his left hip.

"Yes, I think so. I hit the rock with my hip, hard, but I don't think anything is broken."

Sam started to ask if the other man was going to be able to walk back when he heard more growling coming from the small cave mouth.

"Fuck. There's more. Cas, run!" Sam shouted as large, black dog-like creatures started pouring out from behind the waterfall. He bent over and yanked the shorter man upright when he realized Cas was struggling to stand. Once on his feet, the angel seemed to be okay. Both men took off sprinting. They ran down a different trail, one Sam thought led in the direction of the main house.

Sam could hear snarling behind them but when he chanced a glance over his shoulder, he couldn't see the beasts.

It was while he was looking over his shoulder that it happened. He and Cas came to the top of a high ridge over-looking the main house when Castiel tripped. Sam reached out when he realized what was happening, but it was too late to stop it. All he managed to do was tangle himself up with the falling angel. He grunted in pain as he tumbled down, landing hard on the other man before both started to tumble down the sharp incline.

Rocks and branches dug painfully into tender skin. Elbows and knees slammed into sensitive areas as the pair rolled over each other. When they finally came to a rough stop at the foot of the hill, Sam's breath was knocked out of his chest as he landed harshly on something hard and unyielding.

The hunter lay still as he fought to regain both his breath and his equilibrium. He listened carefully for any sign of the creatures that had chased them through the forest but the only sound that reached his ears was harsh breathing; breathing that was coming from underneath him.

He carefully raised the top half of his body to gaze down into the shocked, pain-filled eyes of his friend. He had apparently landed right on top of the other man. He opened his mouth to apologize but a shocked, angry voice stopped him in his tracks.

"What is going on here?"

Sam's gaze shot up to meet the dull blue eyes of his employer. Behind her was a couple from the camp, one very tall dark haired man and one shorter, very gay looking man with spiky, light brown hair.

"Mr. Wesson! What do you think you are doing?" she asked angrily. It was then that it dawned on Sam how this might look. He quickly jumped up off of Cas, trying not to appear guilty. He reached down and helped his friend stand up. He noticed a small cut on his right temple and a burgeoning bruise on his right cheekbone. Sam wondered if he looked as bad.

"Mike, Tom, why don't we pick this up at our next session?" she asked the couple. The taller man nodded and turned away. The shorter man was leering at Sam, making the hunter very uncomfortable. Finally he nodded as well and turned to follow his partner.

"Cas, are you okay?" Hannah asked in a worried tone.

Cas nodded, leaning slightly towards Sam. The taller man wondered if the angel was aware of what he was doing.

Hannah glanced between the two men. Sam could see suspicion in her eyes.

"Mr. Wesson, please return to your quarters and I will be by shortly to speak with you," Hannah told him harshly. Sam glanced at Cas, unsure if he should leave him alone or not.

"It's fine," Castiel told him quietly. Sam nodded before walking off towards the main house.

Castiel watched Sam walk away and fought against the impulse to call the other man back. He did not like this Hannah woman and he would rather have someone with him when dealing with her. He desperately wished Dean were standing beside him.

"Cas, listen, I know things are... hard right now with Dean, and I know you aren't very happy with me right now so you probably don't want to hear anything I have to say, but please, take my advice. Don't do it," Hannah told him.

Castiel was confused. What exactly was she warning him against? His confusion must have shown on his face. Hannah sighed before continuing.

"You will regret it if you betray Dean like this."

That shocked the angel. How was he betraying Dean?

"I would never betray Dean," he answered honestly.

Hannah sighed and gave him a look he couldn't decipher.

"Just give Dean time. He'll come around. If you start something, if you pursue this with Mr. Wesson, there will be no taking it back."

Castiel just nodded, finally catching on to what Hannah was talking about. She had wrongly presumed he was involved in some kind of affair with Sam. He might laugh if he wasn't so sore. The sooner he could convince her he was contrite and would not stray, the sooner he could escape and return to Dean.

"I... I wasn't thinking. It won't happen again," he assured the annoying woman. She stared at him for a moment before finally nodding.

"In that case, I will see you tomorrow at our group session. Go talk to Dean, it'll help."

Castiel nodded before rushing off towards his and Dean's cabin, trying hard to ignore the shooting pain in his hip.

Dean stared at the laptop. He'd gone through half a dozen websites since Cas and his brother had left and each one told a slightly different story about the Aztec goddess. He had no idea what was true and what was lore.

He rubbed tiredly at his eyes. He'd avoided thinking about Cas and their earlier impromptu make out session, but he knew his angel and Sam would be back soon, and he needed a game plan. How was he supposed to act? Should he pretend it never happened? Maybe he should act normal, like it happened but wasn't that big of a deal.

Before Dean could decide which path to take, the cabin door opened. Dean took a deep breath, determined to play it cool. When he glanced up to greet the other man, he froze at the sight that greeted him.

Cas was walking across the room slowly, as if he was in pain. His face had a nasty cut and an even nastier bruise blooming on his cheek.

"What the hell, Cas?" he asked, getting up and walking over to the limping man.

"Sam and I were attacked. They looked like... small hellhounds," Cas told him.

"Is Sam okay?"

"I believe so. He was sent back to his living quarters when we were caught by Hannah."

"Hannah caught you snooping around?"

"No. She found us after we'd fallen down a steep incline behind the main house. She now believes we are involved in some kind of affair," the angel growled, gingerly sitting down on the bed.

"Wanna run that last part by me again," Dean asked, sure he'd misheard the other man.

"Hannah found us after we had tumbled down a steep hill. When we landed, it was in a rather... compromising position. Your brother was on top of me. Hannah... assumed the wrong thing," Cas explained.

Dean stared at his friend, trying really hard not to laugh.

"What did you say to her?"

"Not much. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't very well tell her the truth so I made my escape as quickly as possible."

"Dude, that's kinda funny," Dean told the other man, finally cracking a smile. "You look like shit, though. I have some cream we can put on those bruises to help them heal then we can get you some aspirin. I'm afraid you're gonna be pretty sore tomorrow."

Dean walked over to his bag and started rummaging through it for his first aid kit he always carried with him. When he found it, he turned back to the bed.

"Why don't you strip down and we'll make sure you don't have any serious injuries? I noticed you limping when you came in," Dean told him. Cas nodded and started to take off his shirt.

"I feel on some rocks and it may have scraped my hip," Cas explained.

"Alright, we'll look at it to make sure it's not something worse and get it cleaned."

Once Cas's shirt was off, the angel stood up and carefully pulled off his jeans. Dean felt the now familiar arousal stir at the sight of his angel nearly naked. He curbed his desire when he caught sight of the angry bruise blossoming on the other man's hip. He could only see the top of it; Cas's boxers hid the rest. This was going to be tricky.

"Uh, it goes pretty far down," he told his friend. "Are you comfortable with taking off your boxers? You can cover up the, uh, important parts with a sheet."

Cas blushed at Dean's question but he tugged down his boxers nonetheless. When the angel was standing completely naked in front of Dean, the hunter had to swallow hard to stop a groan from creeping up.

"Lay down on the bed, we'll take care of your hip first."

Cas carefully sat down on the bed before hoisting himself higher and lying back on the pillows piled at the head of the bed. The sight of his angel spread out naked on their bed almost did him in. Thankfully, his friend was still soft and in pain or Dean would not be able to control himself.

He sat down next to his friend and pulled a sheet over Cas's lap, covering the important parts but leaving his hip open to the cool air of their cabin. He opened the tub of cream and dipped two fingers in, gathering the white stuff and carefully started to rub it into the tender, discolored skin on Cas's hip. The angel hissed at the action. Dean wasn't sure if it was because it hurt or because this stuff was colder than shit.

He finished applying the cream as quickly as possible. When he was done, he asked Cas to roll over so he could check his back. Sure enough, there were some pretty nasty bruises littering his shoulders and a couple low on his back. He supposed it could have been worse. After all, Sammy was a big guy and tumbling down a rocky hill with him can't be fun.

As he worked the cream into his friend's bruises, he noticed Cas's breathing was growing harsh. He was worried that maybe he hadn't been gentle enough and the other man was in pain.

"Cas, you okay," Dean asked, replacing the cap on the tub of cream.

"Yes," the angel answered, voice strained slightly.

"Roll over," the hunter ordered, ready to take his friend to task for not being honest with him. Cas complied with his demand and Dean noticed his friend's face was flushed deep red. He also noticed that the sheet that was draped across the other man's hips was very obviously tented. Oh. So, not in pain apparently.

"Thank you. I think I will go take a shower now," Cas told him, refusing to look him in the eye.

"There... there are a lot more enjoyable ways to take care of that," Dean croaked. He couldn't believe he had just said that!

Cas's azure eyes met his, wide with surprise. The angel swallowed.

"I know," Cas whispered.

"Have you ever?" Dean asked quietly, finally asking the question that had been on his mind for a while now.

"No." Dean was mentally battling with himself. A part of him wanted to offer the angel a lesson in masturbation while another part just wanted to jump on his friend and take care of it for him. Cas must have sensed his internal debate because the angel set up and offered him a small smile.

"I think a shower will suffice for now," Cas said as he stood up and fled into the bathroom.

Damn it. He was pretty sure he'd given the angel the wrong impression. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe he needed to keep his hands to himself. Oh, who was he kidding? He was gone the minute the other man took off his clothes.

Standing up, Dean realized he was as hard as his friend had been. Taking a fortifying breath, he marched over to the bathroom and flung open the door.

Cas jumped in surprise and spun around from where he was leaning into the shower stall, turning on the water.

"Dean, what..." Cas started but Dean didn't let him finish. He walked over to the shorter man and gripped his good hip and his shoulder before gently guiding him back against the wall beside the stall. He pressed his lips against the angel's in a frantic kiss. Cas responded immediately, tongue thrusting into Dean's mouth first this time.

The hand that he had resting on Cas's hip slowly made its way to the hard line that was pressing into Dean's hip. He gripped the other man's cock and Cas whimpered into his mouth. He pulled back just enough to speak.

"It's okay. I got ya," he mumbled against Cas's lips. The angel's breathing was harsh and fast; he could feel the other man shaking in his arms.

He swiped his thumb across the head of Cas's cock to gather the fluid that had already leaked out. He used that to slick up his friend's erection enough to easily move his hand up and down. He set an easy rhythm; slow, smooth pumps with a gentle squeeze at the tip.

He gentled his kiss, caressing his friend's mouth rather than attacking. He had never in his life held, or jerked, another man's cock, but he figured he could just do what he liked and hope it was good enough.

Judging by the way the man was trembling and moaning into the kiss, he was doing okay. He sped up his strokes, gathering more precum on each swipe. Cas pulled back from his lips. The angel was panting now, his pupils wide and black, no blue visible. Dean felt his own dick throb against his zipper. Damn. If he wasn't careful, he was going to cum in his pants like a teenager.

"D-Dean... I... Um..."

"Just relax. Let it come," Dean murmured, speeding up his strokes once more now that he knew his friend was close. He didn't expect the angel to last long, having never had an orgasm before. He stared into the other man's eyes and was surprised to find fear there. "Hey, it's okay, I promise. I've got you. Just let go," he coaxed.

Cas griped his hips hard and buried his face in Dean's neck. He cried out as his dick started to pump load after load into the space between their bodies. Dean felt his cock throb at the sight of his angel coming undone.

He stroked the other man through his orgasm until his whimpers turned slightly painful. He pulled back slightly to look at his friend. Cas raised his head from where it had rested against Dean's neck. His blue eyes strayed down Dean's body to where his cock strained against the jeans he wore.

"May I?" the angel asked.

Dean couldn't find his voice; he was too close to the edge, so the hunter nodded instead.

Cas reached out and cupped his erection through his pants and that was all it took.

"Fuck, Cas!" Dean hissed and then he was coming. He could feel the wet stickiness filling his boxers and he knew he should be embarrassed but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.

Both men panted as they came down from their orgasms. Their breaths mixed with the sound of running water echoing through the quiet bathroom.

"I... I think I could use that shower now," Cas whispered. Dean chuckled.

"Care for some company?" he asked. Cas's reply was a large, easy smile. There would be time to freak out later, for now, Dean was far too strung out from his orgasm to care.

He followed his angel into the shower and shut off his brain as he helped the other man clean the areas on his back he was too sore to reach. They really needed to talk, but Dean wasn't ready for that. He'd gotten good during his lifetime at avoiding the issues, but Cas deserved better than avoidance. Cas deserved honesty.