"Cas, wake up." Dean was already showered, dressed and had started the coffee. He was leaning over a still sleeping Cas, who was lying face down his head buried in the soft pillow. He placed a kiss at the nape of Cas' neck then traveled down his spine pecking little kisses as he went. "Come on, we are going to the beach."

"We were already at the beach, now let me sleep," Cas grumbled into the pillow.

"No, the sun's coming up. It'll be awesome." Dean reached below the blankets and gave his lover's ass a gentle squeeze. "I'll make it worth your while."

Cas, squinted one eye open at Dean, "I am going to hold you to that," he groused.

"It's a promise. Now get your lazy ass up. Coffee's ready."

Cas groaned and rolled out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom for a quick clean up. He put his hands on his hips and stretched out his back, feeling the warm burn through his lower back and legs that was a delicious reminder of the night before. He brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face before pulling on a pair of jeans and a soft hoodie, knowing it may be cool and breezy at the pre-dawn shore and shuffled over to Dean, who was standing there with a cup of coffee and a smile, looking ridiculously handsome for this time of the morning.

"God, you're a grumpy little shit in the morning."

"I don't think this qualifies as morning, Dean. I refuse to call it morning until the sun is up."

"Then let's go catch that sunrise."

"I saw all the sunrises I ever wanted to see during stand-to duty in the desert."

"Doesn't count when you're holed up in a foxhole with an M-16 in your hand. I promise, sunrise over the Gulf will be much better." Dean leaned in for a friendly kiss and led Cas out the door of the hotel room.

The morning air was still cool and crisp and the breeze was strong on the shore. Dean grabbed an old army blanket out of the trunk and Cas carried both cups of coffee, grateful for the warmth they radiated into his fingers. They found a spot near the beach entrance where there was an empty picnic table that they made their own, perching on the top, their feet resting on the bench.

Dean threw the blanket around their shoulders, and Cas rested his head on Dean's shoulder and closed his eyes in contentment. He could hear the sounds of the morning tide pushing gentle waves over the sand, playing a natural lullaby as the seagulls added their melody. The breeze blowing through their hair was warming up but still crisp, a comfortable contrast to the body heat being shared under the blanket. The smells of sea air and coffee and Dean were swirling around in his senses, creating a perfect blend of serenity.

The sea stretched out in front of them, dividing the horizon into earth and sky, a few morning stars still fighting against the inevitable extinguishing light of the sun, fading white dots against the deep blue. Dean wrapped his arm around Cas, resting it on his hip, as the men watched the sky begin to change colors. The deep sapphire that reminded Dean perfectly of Cas' eyes was fading, being taken over by an indigo that reached its long tentacles out to paint layers of lavender and wine across the horizon.

Cas raised his head and reached over to take Dean's hand into his own when the sun peeked its first rays over the rippling water. Dean looked over at Cas and saw that his eyes had misted over and the look on his face was sadness. This wasn't how he expected this morning to go, but Cas had his chin turned up to the sky and was absorbed in the sunrise so he said nothing, just threaded his fingers into Cas'. The sun continued its light show in the sky, creating glowing halos behind all of the low clouds as the reds of the heavens heated to fiery oranges, warming the air and bathing the shoreline in a sepia glow.

Dean was awed by how striking Cas looked in this morning light. The breeze had tousled his hair so that it was in complete disarray and the amber light gave his face a warm glow.

"It's like flying," Cas breathed, barely a whisper, "with the sun over the horizon and nothing obscuring it, no buildings or trees, just endless sky. Sometimes I feel so heavy always being on the ground, like I am anchored."

"Cas, you're still a pilot. You don't have to be in the Army to fly."

"I know. I think I was… defeated after what happened. You can't imagine how I was treated. I was an officer. I was at the top of my class. I was a decorated soldier and I took so much pride in that. They took that all away. Men who had been my peers, some even friends, they looked at me with disgust. They took everything about me, all that I had done and accomplished and everything that I was as person and reduced it, all of it, down to one word - gay. I tried to tell them that it didn't matter, that I was still a valuable asset to the Army. They had spent tens of thousands of dollars educating and training me, had entrusted me with multimillion dollar aircraft, just to throw it away because of that one word. I was grilled and accused and judged. It felt like being stripped naked and exposed.

"It was the first time in my life that someone else decided my worth, and they decided I wasn't worth anything. They broke me down the point that I believed them. I didn't think I deserved my wings. I even felt responsible for Balthazar's death. Like, if I had kept my secret and not dated him he would be alive."

Castiel paused, closed his eyes and let the rising sun warm his face. Dean thought he should take a picture of Cas like this, his chin rising defiantly against the injustices that the world had done to him. He soaked in the line of his jaw, covered in morning stubble and the sight of his dark lashes resting against his cheeks. The lines around his eyes were relaxing as he took a deep breath and his lips ticked up into the tiniest hint of a smile. Dean couldn't keep his hand from coming up and caressing Cas' cheek and turning his face to Dean's so that he could place kisses on each closed eyelid.

Castiel hummed in pleasure at the loving touch and fluttered his eyes open. "I think, though, that meeting you and coming down here, saying goodbye, I can let go of all of that now." Dean could see that there was a change. Cas' eyes looked a little brighter, lighter, unburdened. He leaned in to rest their foreheads together, continuing to caress Cas' cheek with his thumb. "Thank you, Dean." And Dean could feel Cas' body release its tension as it melted against his own. "You were right, waking early for the sunrise was worth my while."

"You want to go back to bed, now, Cas?"

"Are you propositioning me, Mr. Winchester?"

"Most definitely." Dean smirked, tightening the arm around Cas' waist and leaning into him for a kiss.

"I would love for you to take me to bed, but how about pancakes first?" And with that Dean was pretty sure he was completely in love.

After breakfast they headed back to the hotel so Cas could get cleaned up and they could start their last day at the beach. But when Cas came out of the shower he found Dean fast asleep still fully clothed, face down on the bed. That bastard, thought Cas, he's not getting me up at an ungodly hour just to go right back to sleep. So Cas skipped getting dressed and headed over to the bed, hair still dripping and towel tied around his waist.

He knelt on the bed, leaning over Dean and began nibbling at the back of his neck. Cool droplets of water dripped onto Dean, startling him awake, causing a massive shiver. Castiel laughed against him, a deep laugh that vibrated through Dean's back. "Sorry, Cas, fell asleep. I'm getting up."

"No, don't. Stay right there," Castiel breathed and Dean could hear that his voice was low and seductive already.

Cas' hands reached under Deans shirt and smoothed up his sides, providing soothing strokes of pressure over Dean's ribs, up and down, massaging the muscles through his back, making the man go loose and pliant under his hands. Cas continued to work around Dean's neck with his mouth, licking around the rim of his ear and nibbling then suckling his earlobe. Little droplets of water were occasionally falling from Cas' hair onto Dean's neck driving him crazy with the unexpected pop of cool against the heat of Cas' breath and tongue.

"Take this off," Cas commanded and Dean obliged by pulling his shirt over his head and rested back onto his stomach. Cas climbed on top of him and straddled his ass and Dean could feel Cas' erection against his crack through his jeans. It was thrilling and exciting and hot and a little scary all at the same time. He had never gone there with a man before and was feeling nervous energy pulse through him.

Cas leaned down pressing his cool still wet chest against Dean's bare back and rolled his hips, and fuck if that wasn't seriously hot. Cas moved his hands around and lifted Dean's abdomen off the bed just enough to get to the button and fly of his jeans. Dean's mind lost all sense of reason with that move, the feeling of being handled, moved and controlled by Cas' strong muscles was so intense. Being with women was different. They were soft and he was strong. This was different and he was loving every second of it.

Cas moved off of Dean to slide his jeans and boxers down and pull off his shoes and socks, leaving his lover naked on the bed in front of him. Cas sat back and took a moment to enjoy the sight of Dean like this. He slid his hands along Dean's muscular legs, dragging his fingers up the back of his thighs in an agonizingly slow motion that made Dean catch his breath when they reached his cheeks and breezed close to his hole. He involuntarily rutted his hips forward, pressing his own growing erection into the bed beneath him, seeking relief.

Cas took notice and grinned, "You like that?" He purred behind Dean.

"Fuck yeah, Cas!"

Cas laughed and leaned forward to whisper, "Patience, my love. Can I fuck you, Dean?" into Dean's ear. Dean paused, a little scared of this. But he was pretty sure he was unable to deny Cas anything in the world that he would have asked for at that moment.

"Cas, I haven't…"

"It's OK." Cas said and started to move so that they could reposition, but Dean reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"No, Cas, I want you to. It's just…"

"Dean," Cas' voice came out as barely a breath and Dean was pretty sure that he had never heard anyone say something with as much reverence as Cas did his name. "I understand. Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, Cas."

"I want you to enjoy it, I will never hurt you."

"I know Cas," and he did, he could feel it. He trusted Cas like he trusted no one outside of family. And he did want this, to be as close to Cas as possible. And he felt a thrill of excitement that, oh God, he was really going to do this.

Cas was now straddling Dean again, his towel long forgotten so that their naked bodies could touch in every way possible. Cas was crawling backward, planting kisses all the way down Dean's spine as he wrapped his arm around and lifted again and gave Dean's erection several long strokes. And, God it felt so good that Dean turned his head and buried it in the sheets, moaning for Cas not to stop.

Cas continued to move his hot wet lips down until he reached the top of Dean's crack, where he reached out his tongue and dipped into the tender flesh experimentally. Dean couldn't believe the sensation that that small act caused. Holy shit, it went straight through him and how the hell could he have not known before what an amazingly tender spot that was?

"Good, Dean?"

"Fuck yeah, oh God that's fucking good!"

"I love to make you hot," Cas moaned as his tongue dipped again, just a little lower. Cas' hands were caressing down the outsides of Dean's thighs and they wrapped around to the backs, digging the heels of his hands into the tender muscle behind Dean's knees and massaging up the back of his thighs. As he was doing this, Cas kept crawling lower and lower until he could place his lips on the back of Dean's knee, drawing a satisfied hum out of the man. Cas' hands were at the top of Dean's thighs now as they worked their way into his inner thighs and fuck if Dean didn't find himself whimpering as they caressed and spread his legs apart with just a hint of fingernails while Cas' mouth moved up Dean's inner thigh kissing and nipping and sucking a path of pleasure.

Dean was writhing with the heat of this and by the time Cas' hot tongue reached out and licked his perineum, he was moaning Cas' name begging him for more. Cas happily obliged as he separated Dean's cheeks with is fingers and licked circles around Dean's hole, which made Dean so hot with pleasure that he felt dizzy with it. Cas reached between Dean's legs and under him and with one strong arm lifted him onto his knees then caressed his balls. The new angle gave Cas even better access and he finally delved his tongue into Dean's hole, causing him to scream, "Oh my fucking God, Cas!"

Cas caressed and thrust and tasted and teased Dean until his mind had lost all thought outside of the immense pleasure that his lover was giving him. Cas pulled away and leaned back to take in the sight of Dean, laid out vulnerable in front of him, ass presented. And it was beautiful. This man, whom he loved also trusted him and wanted to give him everything of himself.

Cas ran one hand all the way up Dean's spine and back down and in one smooth motion easily breached his already spit slicked hole with one finger. The shock of the unexpected intrusion was just about the most amazing thing he had ever felt and his body coiled up ready for release. "Cas, I'm gonna," but Cas already knew and had reached around him with a wetted hand to stroke him through his orgasm. Cas felt the glorious clenching of muscles around his finger and the hot wetness of Dean's come over his hand and nearly lost control himself. But this was Dean's first time with this so Cas wanted to make it perfect. He steeled himself, holding his breath until the wave of sensation was under control.

Dean fell forward off of his knees, flat on the bed and Cas gave him just a moment to bask in his orgasm before continuing to work him open for more. He reached for the bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to his fingers before reinserting just the one and Dean hadn't realized until that moment how much he had missed that sensation when Cas had slid out of him before.

"Dean, tell me this is OK."

"Fuck yeah it's OK, Cas. Fucking great."

And Cas added a second finger, slowly, so slowly, caressing them in and out, in and out together, building up a pressure inside of Dean he didn't know existed before. Cas took his time and explored Dean's inner wall, testing each small movement, wanting this to be perfect for his lover. He began to scissor his fingers, working Dean open, swirling his fingers around in a motion that was soft and comforting as he whispering soothing words in Dean's ear. When he grazed over his prostate teasingly, Dean's vision went and all he could see what white. "Cas, Cas, yes, just like that. More!"

So Cas gave him more, sliding a third finger in, speeding up the pace, grazing that magical sensitive spot with every thrust, making Dean writhe with pleasure as he moaned incoherent phrases of want. "Dean, you're so perfect like this. I love giving you pleasure."

"Yes, want you, want more. Cas. Want you to feel it too. Fuck me, Cas!"

When Cas slid his fingers out, Dean groaned at the loss of fullness but a moment later, Cas' weight was over him, heat along his whole back, slick sweat on hot skin. The head of Cas' erection was at Dean's entrance, "Dean," it was a question, a request, to connect to his lover in this most intimate of ways.

His answer came when Dean reached around and grabbed Cas' hip and pulled him forward, forcing the head of his cock to slide into Dean in one hot motion. The sharp pain was overwhelming, more than he expected and Dean stiffened. Cas went completely still and whispered, "Dean?"

Dean had closed his eyes and clenched his muscles. "It's OK, Cas," Dean huffed out between shallow breaths, "slowly, OK?" And turned his head to where Cas was now just over his shoulder and pressed his lips to his lovers, reassuring him that this was good.

Cas began to move, agonizingly slow at first. "Dean, relax. Relax all of your muscles and it will feel so good." Cas' voice was soothing and grounding and he continued to whisper words of encouragement and Dean did as Cas said. He focused on relaxing the muscles that had clenched around Cas and Cas was right. The sensation began to change from burn to pleasure.

Dean was so hot and tight around him that Cas felt he might explode from the pressure of it. But he forced himself to move in slow, shallow thrusts, wanting this to be as pleasurable for Dean as it was for him. He rocked slow and soft until suddenly he hit Dean's prostrate and Dean bucked back into him, forcing his cock all the way in so that he was fully buried in his lover. Both men let out a simultaneous cry of ecstasy.

The pain had subsided and now all Dean could feel was a perfect fullness and wave of bliss with every movement as Cas rocked harder, pounding against his prostate with dizzying fervor. Cas was rolling his hips with a sinful rhythm and sighing "Dean, Dean, oh Dean," over and over again like a pilgrim laying his prayers at a temple. Dean was overwhelmed with the love he felt for this man who was bringing him over the edge of rapture. And he connected to his lover by reaching back to caress his cheek and whisper, "Yes, it's perfect, Cas" as he intertwined the fingers of his free hand with Cas' and the two men came together holding each other tightly while their bodies contracted through each wave of ecstasy.

Saturday came too soon and the men packed the car to head back to their normal lives. Both were still feeling the glow of the glorious time they had spent together and even the long drive through three states seemed to fly by. Both agreed that they didn't want their time to end so Dean would spend the night at Castiel's apartment. Spent and sore from too many hours in a car, the men dragged themselves up Cas' staircase and fell into bed, too tired to do anything more than sleep. Cas curled up in front of Dean and pulled the man's arm around him tight as he nuzzled into his pillow, which was kind of adorable. And Dean was afraid he could get really used to this as he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Castiel awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee and something else delicious and music was drifting in from the living room. He rubbed his eyes, taking a moment to get his bearings and stretch, cat like, enjoying the much needed pull of his tight muscles. It had been days since he stretched and danced and his body was itching for the familiar motion. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and padded, barefoot, out to the kitchen where Dean was cooking up French toast. So that's what smelled so heavenly, he thought.

Dean's back was facing him and he moved quietly to take in the sight of Dean swaying and singing along with Led Zeppelin to Fool In the Rain.

There's a light in your eye that keeps shining
Like a star that can't wait for the night
I hate to think I've been blinded baby
Why can't I see you tonight
And the warmth of your smile starts burning
And the thrill of your touch gives me fright
And I'm shaking so much, really yearning
Why don't you show up and make it alright?

Cas leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms, "I would have taken you for more of a II or ZOSO kind of guy."

Dean turned around and smiled, "Hell yeah, ZOSO for sure. Every song on there is a freaking masterpiece. But Houses of the Holy? Probably the best album ever. This was all I could find, though."

"Hmm, the rest must be downstairs. I keep a lot of my music in the studio."

Dean smiled at the thought of Cas rocking out to Zeppelin in the ballroom downstairs. Dean poured a mug of coffee and walked over to Cas, handing him the cup, which Cas immediately put down on the counter and opted for slinking his hands around Dean to pull him in for a kiss. Before long the kiss was deepening as Dean's hands found their way under Cas' t-shirt and he pressed forward, rolling his hips sinfully into Cas. Cas couldn't decide if this was a dream or not. Waking up to Dean's voice singing, cooking in his kitchen, kissing him stupid against the counter all seemed just a bit to amazing to be true. His answer came a second later when the shrill shriek of the smoke alarm reminded them that there was still food cooking.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean broke away and ran to the stove to rescue his food while Castiel opened a window and fanned the smoke alarm. Dean was too late, burned French toast was smoking against the blackened butter in the pan, which he grabbed and tossed into the sink. "Fuck," he yelled as grease spit out and burned his hand while Cas batted the alarm right off the ceiling with a broom handle and it went crashing to the floor, sliding across the room.

Once the horrible noise stopped assaulting their senses the two men, hearts beating fast with adrenaline, looked at each other and after a brief moment both erupted into fits of laughter. When they were breathless and dizzy from the hilarity, Cas walked over to Dean and lifted his hand to examine it. "You're burned." There was a small but angry red line on the palm by Dean's thumb that was swelling to a blister.

"It's nothing. Stuff like this happens all the time at the shop. But, shit, I ruined breakfast."

Cas just smiled and wrapped his other arm around Dean's neck and rested his head on the man's shoulder, still holding his burned hand. The song had changed and Robert Plant was now singing All of My Love.

"Mmmm, I love this song," Castiel whispered in his lover's ear, "dance with me, Dean?"

Castiel began to sway to the music and Dean caught on pretty quick and brought his free arm around Cas and held him close as they danced together.

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light, to chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight, there moves a thread that has no end

Dean was surprised to find he was recognizing the rumba dance steps that Cas had taught him. This was the dance of seduction and damn if Cas' hips weren't seducing the hell out of him. What started out as a soft swaying, Cas was now leading into something more. The arm around Dean's neck snaked into his hair as Cas leaned his cheek into Dean's and breathed kisses along his jaw. His hips were pushing against Dean's in that sexy Latin motion that was positively wicked and he was pulling that motion all the way up through their shoulders, which rocked back and forth with the music.

All of my love, all of my love, all of my love, to you

Dean was catching on and swinging his hips together with Cas when Cas slid one leg up the outside of Dean's in a slow sexy movement that prompted Dean to reach down and grab Cas' thigh and pull it into him, causing their crotches to rub together, teasing their growing erections. Dean groaned at how hot this was and when Cas leaned his head back Dean leaned forward and licked along the line of his lover's adam's apple, but no, that wasn't enough. He pressed in low on the side of Cas' neck, sucking a red mark, something primal and possessive taking pleasure in marking Cas as his own. He sang the words of the song into Cas' ear as softly and seductively as he could.

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time, He is the force the lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find, He is a feather in the wind
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love, to you

Cas continued to increase the pressure and friction between them and Dean could hear his lover's breathing becoming more shallow and desperate, he reached his other arm down around Cas' ass, onto his thigh and pulled upwards. Cas took the cue and wrapped both legs around Dean's waist as Dean held him with strong arms and walked them until Cas was pressed against the wall and let out a soft "oof" at the unexpected pressure.

Cas leaned down and claimed Dean's mouth with a kiss that was all passion and heat. And Dean rocked into Cas against the wall, creating the perfect pressure and friction that had both men moaning with pleasure. Dean secured Cas' legs in his arms and carried him to the couch where he laid his lover gently and covered his body with his own.

Dean looked down at Cas and blue eyes met with green. Cas breathed out, "I love you, Dean." Dean felt the warmth of that love and the raw honesty of those words flood over him and surround him like a cocoon.

He wanted to say it back, he really did. He could sing 'all of my love to you' seductively into Cas' ear so why couldn't he bring himself to say the L word now? Dean took a breath and choked out what he could, "Cas, I need you." And the men spent the rest of the morning showing each other the depth of their declarations.

All of my love, all of my love
All of my love to you, now
All of my love, all of my love
Oh, all of my love to you, now
~All my Love – Led Zeppelin