It was the day of the big reveal and Dean had worked his ass off to get this one right. He knew that Josie's Thunderbird was going to be showcased at the air show, which would be great advertising for his business too. Josie had agreed to his quote, which included a discount on labor if she would allow him to advertise that the restoration had been done by Singer and Son. But he had another motive too.

The Thunderbird had come out beautifully. Dean had opted for a very dark red base, almost black, so that the phoenix art would really stand out. The front hood, of course, was where he centered the image of a firebird, whose huge red, orange and yellow wings were outstretched as it looked like it was flying up out of lava, which trailed down the sides of the car. The Phoenix company logo and name were painted on the trunk in matching colors that stood out against the dark background of the car.

He must have gone for a dozen test drives, checking every system again and again for any imperfections. He really wanted to get this showcase piece right. He walked around the car one more time, trailing his hand over the smooth metal, taking a final moment to enjoy his work. "OK, gorgeous, you ready to shine? I really need this one to go well, so let's show her what you've got," he whispered to the car. Dean was brought out of his thoughts by the distinctive clicking of Josie's heals headed towards him.

She was once again the picture of perfection and classic beauty. This time she was in a tailored dress that looked like she just stepped out of a 1950s fashion magazine. Her hair was again pulled up and she was still wearing that blood red lipstick Dean noticed as she flashed a dazzling smile.

"Dean Winchester, very nice to see you again," she purred.

"Same here, Ms. Abaddon. We are all finished with the Thunderbird and I think you're going to like how she came out. We were able to get out all of the dents and repair the rust on the body and I think the artwork came out great. Also, we had to rebuild some of the engine but with the new transmission, it now shifts like butter. Here she is."

Dean took a step back to let Josie walk around the car, scrutinizing the details. Dean felt nervous, which was odd for him. He was usually so confident with his work and he knew that this car had come out great. The nerves, he figured, had more to do with what he was planning. "You want to take her for a drive?" He held out the keys and headed for the passenger seat. Josie nodded, took the keys and sat behind the wheel.

Fifteen minutes later, Dean got out of the car trying his best to hide his nausea. OK, he was a fast driver, but Josie? She was ridiculous! She had taken them out on the highway, weaving in and out of traffic with the speedometer needle rising up and up well into the triple digits. Dean Winchester wasn't afraid of much, but this woman gave him the chills. He wondered if it would be in bad taste to kiss the ground as he stumbled out of the car.

Thankfully, though, Josie was happy with the results and they headed back to Dean's office to settle accounts. Once there, Dean gripped the side of his desk and took a huge drink of water to calm his nerves before sitting down.

"Wow, you sure can handle a car." He tried his best to smile at her, feeling his adrenaline levels returning to normal.

"My company makes airplanes. I am used to going pretty fast." Josie flashed him that million dollar smile. OK, here was his opening.

"So, speaking of airplanes, I was wondering, do you need any pilots?"

Dean could barely sit still as he drove with Cas riding shotgun in the Impala. Dean had refused to tell Cas where they were going. He had just said that he had a surprise for him. Dean thought he was being pretty clever when he popped a Pink Floyd cassette in to blast Learning to Fly and he grinned as he sang along with fervor.

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer, My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly, Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light, Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this, Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies, Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Dean was enjoying the confused squint on Cas' face. He wasn't sure Cas really liked to be surprised, but he didn't care. He was pretty damn certain that this was going to be a good one. He couldn't wait to do this for Cas. He wanted to make the man happy. After all, the last couple of months that he had been with Cas were pretty much the happiest he could ever remember being. They had been spending as much time together as they could and he couldn't wait every day to lock the doors to the shop and head over to Cas'.

His anxiety was already starting to feel a little lighter, the dreams becoming more spread out and even when they happened, it was getting easier to calm himself down by curling up in Cas' arms or pulling the man close in his own. Yeah, Cas had helped him in so many ways and he was pinging with excitement that he could do something for Cas.

As they got closer to the regional airfield, realization dawned on Cas face and he breathed, "Dean, are we going flying?"

Dean grinned, "You are, angel. My feet are staying firmly on the ground." Dean took a moment to watch the expressions change on Cas' face. He had at first had that awed look, rounded eyes and mouth slack but then something like apprehension must have set in because he shifted his eyes down and bit his bottom lip. But then Cas took a deep breath and it was alike a veil lifted as his mouth turned up into a smile that traveled up to his eyes, making those little lines at the corners of his eyes all wrinkle and Dean's insides did a little flip at the joy he saw on Cas' face.

"How?" Cas breathed the word in wonder.

"That Thunderbird I have been working on? Belongs to Josie Abaddon, none other than the owner of Phoenix Specialty Aircraft. I told her about you. She said she can always use a part time test pilot. You could still keep the studio and fly like once a week testing her stuff! We are going to meet her here and you get to show off your awesome skills."

Cas took Dean's hand in his own. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, just show her what you can do."

They pulled up to the airport and Josie was standing outside of her hanger, looking amazing as usual. Today she was wearing olive cargo pants, a snug leather bomber jacket and knee high dark brown leather boots with her signature high heels of course. She walked straight past Dean and right to Cas.

"Castiel Krushnic? I'm Josie Abaddon." She held out her hand in that ridiculous palm down fashion again. Dean smirked behind her as Castiel looked to Dean with a confused expression.

Castiel shrugged shook her hand saying, "Lovely to meet you as well, Ms. Abaddon."

Josie looked back at Dean and smiled. Apparently she was liking Castiel already. "It's Josie, please. I have read your file. Great qualifications, perfect flight record. Your certificate is on file in my office so I think we have everything we need."

Cas was taken aback. File? Certificate? How did Dean arrange all of this? He took a moment to look dumbfounded, then caught himself and stumbling out, "Uh, good," before looking to Dean, who was leaning back against the Impala with his hands crossed over his chest looking ridiculously smug.

"Ash. I had him get all the paperwork to Josie." Cas was pretty sure he didn't want to know how Ash had gotten access to military records so he just went with it.

"Sorry, Josie, I was a bit taken aback by all of this."

Josie smiled at her co-conspirator, "Yes, Dean said he wanted this to be a surprise. Now, touchy-feely moment aside, do you want to get back in the air or not? We can talk in flight."

"Yes… please," Cas managed.

"Perfect, come with me." She started to walk around the building, followed by Cas when she turned around to Dean, "You coming, gorgeous?"

"Naw, I hate flying. I'll leave you to it." He winked at Cas, who smiled back at him and mouthed the words thank you before heading off with Josie.

Castiel couldn't believe that he was seated in the pilot's chair of a helicopter again. This was smaller than what he was used to, but the feeling was the same. Josie had brought him to an aircraft that she said they had just finished customizing. It had been commissioned by the Lawrence Police Department and was already pained the distinctive blue and white. She stood back while he walked around the machine, feeling its body with his hand. The rush of familiarity came back to him as he walked through his pre-flight checks. It was exhilarating. How could he have forgotten that pre-flight high he would always get?

He started it up and could feel the powerful machine come to life around him. The vibration of the engine was intoxicating. It filled him with a rush of anticipation. Then the blades began turning, and with each increasingly fast beat of their rhythm, Castiel could feel the energy thrumming through him. He was ready to fly once again!

After one final check of all of the settings he gave the controls that final push that would let him defy gravity. He was ascending towards the sky. He felt light, free again. Flying would always put him in his own world where it was just him and the sky that surrounded him in every direction.

Everything else forgotten, Castiel concentrated on the weightlessness, that indescribable feeling of hovering, high above the earth. Everything made sense up here. The earth below looked like a picture perfect scene. The sun reflected off the skyscrapers of the city to their west, feats of human skill and ingenuity. He flew over miles of wheat fields that the early summer sun had turned into soft golden oceans of waves. And below him suburban life went on peacefully. He was far above human pain and suffering and conflict.

He loved it up here and he began to think about Dean, who had given this gift to him. Dean, who had helped him heal from his past, who had shown him love and trust, who had found a way for him to get his wings again. And he knew then that all of the broken roads he had traveled in his life had led him here. He felt with absolute certainty that Dean was his destiny.

Too soon the flight was over and Castiel was descending back to the earth. Josie had been impressed with his skills and said she would be happy to bring him on as one of the test pilots. They shook hands and agreed to hammer out all the details next week when Castiel would come to her office and she clicked her way off and headed into the hanger.

As Castiel jumped out of the helicopter and his feet were again on the ground, he thought he would feel that familiar sense of a weight holding him down but he didn't. He knew now that he wasn't grounded. That he would fly again soon and his heart felt lighter because of it.

Dean was alone in the parking lot waiting for him, perched on the back of the Impala with his feet resting on the bumper, leaning back on his elbows. He looked magnificent with the summer sun highlighting the freckles that it had recently painted across the man's cheeks. Castiel felt an overwhelming love for this man who had given him back everything: love, freedom, and his wings. When he walked over, Dean looked up and smiled at him, and he could barely breathe with the sight of it. He met Dean as arms enfolded each other and he laughed. He didn't even know why he was laughing, but he couldn't stop. He just felt so light and free and elated.

"Damn, what's so funny?" Dean said as he pulled back.

"I don't even know." Cas was shaking his head and tears were building in his eyes. "I guess I am just happy, really happy. Thank you so much, Dean." Dean wiped his cheek as one of the tears had spilled over.

Dean reached up and grabbed the back of Cas neck and pulled him in for a kiss, which Cas leaned into, settling comfortably between Dean's legs. It was glorious. He had flown today, actually flown! And now, back on the ground he was being held and kissed and grounded safely in Dean's arms. He was the sky and Dean the earth and this was his horizon.

The next morning as they lay in bed, Castiel rubbed a finger lazily across Dean's chest. "Tell me about your tattoo. Does this mean something?" Dean had a tattoo on the left side of his chest, under his collar bone. It was all black ink and looked like a star inside a sun with wavy rays coming off of it.

"Yeah, it's kind of dumb. Sam and I got matching ones when we were younger. They were," Dean huffed a small laugh, "for protection."

Castiel leaned up on one elbow so that he could look at Dean's face. "Oh, now I am thoroughly intrigued. Protection from what?" He leaned over Dean, placing a gentle kiss at the corner of his eye, another on his jaw, and a lingering kiss that turned into a gentle suckle at that soft spot behind the man's ear, loving the contented hum that escaped his lover. Then he nestled down into Dean's neck, soothed by the sound of his lover's heartbeat.

"Well, it kind of started with my amulet." As he spoke, his hand automatically came up to feel the metal of the object he had worn around his neck since he was a child. "I was about ten years old and we were living in some crap motel in the middle of nowhere. It was Christmas and Sammy wanted to get my dad a present so he raided Bobby's house when we were there while my dad was away looking for work. He found this amulet and Bobby said he could keep it. Bobby loves to read about ancient religions and lore and even collects some religious objects so it was really cool of him to let Sam keep it. You should have seen him, Cas. God, he was such a snot-nosed little brat but no one could say no to him." Dean smiled with pride thinking about his nerdy little brother.

"So by Christmas he was all excited to give it to my dad. Bobby told him that this thing was the symbol of some ancient god of the hearth and it would guide the wearer home so Sam believed that it would keep my dad from disappearing for days at a time. But wouldn't you know it; dad was a no show for Christmas? I stole a couple of wrapped presents so Sam would think Santa had come but they turned out to be girl stuff." Dean laughed remembering the scene. "You should have seen his face when he opened a Barbie doll! It was hilarious and freaking sad at the same time. What a fucked up childhood, huh?" He tried to smile at Cas, but the smile on his face didn't reach his eyes. A smile rooted in sadness never does.

"Dean, you have every right to be disappointed in your father. There is no need to trivialize your feelings about that with me."

Dean thought about this for a moment. He had been pretending for so long that all the shit he had to deal with was no big deal. Cas was the one person with whom he could talk to about it and he knew that Cas would be accepting of his feelings about his father. Cas would never tell him that John did the best he could or that he should give the man a break since he lost his wife. Cas just accepted his anger and validated it. It was such a rare thing to find in someone and Dean felt an overwhelming gratitude for this man in his arms.

"Thanks, Cas." Dean caressed Castiel's cheek and threaded his fingers through his hair, placing a slow kiss on his forehead, smiling into it. He let his hand trail slowly down his lover's back, resting on his hip. "So anyway, Sammy was pissed at my dad for missing another Christmas so he gave the amulet to me instead. I've barely taken it off since."

"That was a wise decision for Sam to make. I can see how you have treasured the gift. I have so much respect for the way you are with Sam. I always wished I had someone in my life like that. You should consider yourself very lucky, Dean." Castiel continued to rub his hand lazily over Deans shoulder, back and forth, in a motion that was lulling Dean into a warm and relaxed state. "But how did that lead to a tattoo?"

"Well, I was always with Sam. I mean always. " He emphasized this with a roll of his eyes and a huff of laughter. "When my dad would go away for days at a time, telling us he had to go on some interview or look for work, I had to take care of Sam. So he decided that the amulet worked because I was always home with him. You know, Cas, I guess we were home for each other.

"Sam was so impressed at how well the amulet worked, he got really into reading about lore and stuff. He started borrowing books from Bobby or reading crazy old religion stuff he found at local libraries. That phase lasted several years. You know the kid taught himself some Latin so that he could translate old documents? I mean, who does that? He was this crazy 13 year old kid walking around knowing how to exorcise demons. He could name a hundred different monsters and stuff from lore. It was weird, but you know, I was so damn proud of him for being such a unique kid I didn't even mind. He even got an A one time for writing a story about our family fighting werewolves, and the story was supposed to be non-fiction." Dean laughed, remembering Sam coming home so proud of his story.

"So long story, well… long at this point, one time we were on our own and our place got broken into by some junkie. The guy was all hopped up on something, probably meth, and was really freaking strong and he had a knife. It took both of us to fight him off. Sammy ended up with a serious shiner and a broken wrist. I flipped out when I saw him hurt Sam and I threw myself on the guy and like an idiot, I landed on the damn knife. It didn't even go in very far so no major damage, but it sliced across my stomach and there was so much fucking blood! I was bleeding all over the damn place and kicking the shit out of this guy and Sammy was screaming. I finally knocked the guy out and we ran, hid out in an abandoned house for a couple of days until I spotted the Impala and found dad."

Dean took a deep breath and turned his head. He hadn't talked about that in a long time. It was the first time he had ever seen Sam hurt and he remembered the terror that overwhelmed him as he feared for his brother's life. He could still feel the raw rage that took over as he attacked the man, he probably could have killed him if he hadn't noticed Sam was hurt and he left the guy bleeding on the ground to get Sam to the hospital.

Castiel leaned up onto his elbow and looked at Dean, who had turned away. He put his hand on Dean's cheek, cupping his jaw, gently bringing his face back to Castiel's so that he could see the man's eyes. Those green eyes, shining now with a tear that threatened to spill over, locked with his and he felt an overwhelming love for this man, who had probably saved his little brother's life.

"Dean, I am so sorry you experienced such violence. If this is something you don't want to talk about, I understand."

Dean bit his bottom lip then melted into those blue eyes and felt the pain ease. Cas always seemed to have that effect on him.

"No, its cool, I just don't usually talk about it. You know, why relive shit like that? So, anyway, after that Sam was pretty freaked out. He had nightmares and got really jumpy. He found this symbol in one of his books." Dean tapped his finger to his chest at the tattoo. "It is supposed to ward off evil. He begged me to get a tattoo of it and to let him get it too. At first I flat out refused but he wore me down and I figured if it made him feel better, what the hell? So we found some shady tattoo parlor that didn't care too much about age. I mean he was tall for his age but he was still only like 13, all gawky and pimple faced. I still can't believe they let him do it. So we got matching tattoos. He was a tough kid. I thought he would cry or something but he kept a straight face the whole time. So, there you have it, I am officially protected against evil."

Castiel smiled at him and brought his lips to Dean's, kissing him long and slow, searching but soft. It was beautiful and perfect, this kiss. He licked at Dean's upper lip as the man opened up to him. Castiel took the invitation and lightly licked into Dean's mouth, touching and exploring and teasing with soft little flicks, nothing rushed or urgent. The feel of these soft touches, though, made Dean feel like he had gone to heaven. He could lose himself in the way Cas sucked his bottom lip, touched and teased at his tongue, making him shiver as he rubbed it against the roof of his mouth.

Dean let out a whimper when Castiel brought his hand up and threaded it though his hair, giving it a gentle squeeze as he deepened the kiss. Cas made him feel loved and treasured and he could let go and swim in the emotions and the touch of this man.

"You are beautiful, Dean," whispered Cas as he slid up and placed a kiss on Dean's closed eyelid. "I love your eyes, you wear your heart there and I can connect to your soul through these eyes."

He moved down and nipped at Dean's earlobe. "I love your ears, because you use them to listen. You really hear me and make me feel valued."

Next, he focused his attention back to Dean's mouth. "But your mouth," Castiel hummed a pleased sound as he leaned down and kissed his lover in a deep, passionate kiss. "I could kiss these lips all day."

"OK, I get it, Cas. You're embarrassing me."

"Shhh," Castiel soothed, "you never let anyone take care of you. Relax and let me." Castiel brought himself up to straddle Dean, leaning over to gently place a kiss on his tattoo. "I love your ink. It represents how much you love and protect your brother. You care for others with everything you have."

Castiel sat up and took one of Dean's hands, bringing it to his lips. He spread Dean's fingers out and kissed the tips of each one, slowing down to suckle for a moment on one. Dean's eyes fluttered shut and he moaned. Castiel grinned and kissed Dean's open palm. "I love your hands. These are the strong hands that you use to build the works of art at your shop. They were strong enough to rebuild my broken car, and soft enough to rebuild me."

Leaning forward, he placed a quick kiss and a soft bite on Dean's shoulder. "Your shoulders carry so much weight. You have been burdened with more than anyone should have to bear alone. I love the strength and grace with which you have done so. Let me shoulder some of that with you."

Dean brought his hands up and threaded one through Castiel's hair, the other sliding up his spine.

"No, Dean. You can lay still and let me take care of you. Just enjoy."

"God, Cas, fuck." Dean was getting restless and didn't know if he could just be still. His hands grabbed at the sheets to ground himself.

"That's it. I've got you. Let me cherish you."

"Cas, it's too much. I don't - "

"Do not say you don't deserve it, Dean." Castiel growled into his ear, cutting him off. "I want to show you that you deserve to be loved... saved… treasured." Between each word, he kissed the man traveling down his torso.

"Fuck, Cas. Why? Why me?"

"Dean, I am telling you why. Just listen." He breathed this last word, softly blowing air over a strip of wet skin he had just licked, rewarded when it pulled a gasp and a shiver from Dean.

Castiel traced a finger slowly over the scar on Dean's stomach that the knife had left behind. It was thin now, just a line of skin a shade lighter than the rest of the man's body, still a slight raise in the texture. Leaning down to places kisses across it, Castiel began, "Even your scars are part of what I love. Each one is a chronicle of your bravery and sacrifice. I hate that you experienced pain to get them, but they are a part of what make you precious to me, each one is a part of your story. This one stands for family. And this one," he moved down to kiss the scarred flesh on Dean's thigh, "stands for sacrifice and duty."

This was all too much for Dean. It was making his head fuzzy, the attention, the care that Cas put into every movement. He was drowning, flying, falling, losing control. His hips bucked up when he felt the unexpected touch of Cas' hand as he rubbed the palm of his hand up the base of Dean's erection. He was so hard it was practically painful, and he didn't know how much more of this he could take.

Castiel slid even lower, sliding his hands around Dean to cup his ass and caress down the backs of his thighs. "I love your legs for they brought you to me, to dance with me." He gently separated Dean's legs, stroking the insides of his thighs, lightly scratching with his fingernails, an action that brought a rush of blood to his paramour's already hard dick. "I love when you dance with me, to feel our bodies moving together to music." He kissed his way up the inside of Dean's thigh, sucking a small red mark on the delicate skin at the top of his thigh.

"Oh, God, Cas!" Dean groaned when he finally felt the wet heat of the man's mouth as he took him in with one slow motion. "Yes, that is… fuuuuck!"

Castiel pulled off and licked a line from the base of his cock to lick the pre-come from the slit. He brought his mouth over just the head, swirling his tongue and applying pressure to the sensitive spot just under the head. Castiel moaned when Dean's back arched and he sucked in a gasp.

He looked up at the man splayed out beneath him. He loved making him come completely undone, seeing him release everything that usually kept him coiled so tightly and just let go. "That's it, let go," he coached, humming onto Dean's dick, the vibration washing him with a rippling thrill. "I love when you are like this, open and exposed for me. It's so fucking sexy."

Dean had to smile at the curse coming from Cas. He was usually so controlled with his language. It seemed that he wasn't the only one losing it here.

Castiel pulled Dean further into his mouth, sliding him in and out to an increasing rhythm until he could feel his lover hit the back of his throat. He hummed again, pulling a gasp from his lover's lips.

He hollowed out his cheeks and sucked as he increased the rhythm, placing one palm flat across the man's stomach, grounding him. Dean finally couldn't take it any longer, he brought his hands up to Cas's head, reveling in the motion of their bodies moving together. "Cas, oh God, Cas. I'm close. Shit! Cas!"

But Castiel wasn't done with him. He squeezed the base of Dean's cock and slowed his motions, holding off his lover's climax. Dean groaned in protest. "I want you inside me, Dean."

And Dean could totally get on board for that. "C'm here," Dean pulled Cas up and kissed him deeply, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the lube. He was just getting ready to place some on his fingers when Cas took the bottle. "No, Dean, let me. Just relax, enjoy."

Dean couldn't believe this man. This wasn't sex, this was a religious experience. How could someone look at him with such adoration, care for him with such reverence? It was all too much.

Dean watched as Castiel lubed his fingers and began working himself opened as he sucked at his neck. His other hand reached behind Dean's neck and met him for a mind-blowing kiss. It was deep and sexy as fuck and perfect. Castiel's lips opened for Dean to explore with his tongue, licking across his lips and teeth, delving deeper into his mouth, trying Cas' trick from earlier, licking across the roof of his mouth. And, yes, that was perfect. It pulled a low moan from Castiel.

God, he loved to hear that voice so low and wrecked. It went right through him. "Cas, you are so fucking sexy like this." Castiel pulled back and smiled down at his lover and yep, game over, Dean knew that this man was the love of his life. He was about to say so when Cas moved and slid down over Dean's cock, in one agonizingly glorious movement.

Cas was hot and tight and perfect around him. And he had both hands on the sides of Cas' face as he brought their foreheads together, feeling their deep breathing settling. Then Castiel began to rock his hips, sliding them together in a splendid motion. They were still looking into each other's eyes and it was sensual and bonding and flawless.

"Oh my God, Cas, you are so… ah! Fuck!"

"Dean," Castiel downright moaned his name. "D-Dean," he said again, this time in a breath, whispered, shaking. Every time he heard his name escape from Cas' lips it did something to him. It was like it was more than a word or a name. Cas said 'Dean' like a prayer, a benediction, a veneration.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him as Castiel rode him. He knew he was on Cas' prostate when he looked up and could see the man above him coming apart in his arms. His eyes closed and his head flung back as he could feel the pressure coiling inside him. "Cas, I'm gonna…"

"Yes, Dean, come for me. Wanna feel it."

Dean reached between them and stroked Cas' cock in rhythm with their movement and it was glorious. Dean arched up and quivered as waves of pleasure brought him through his orgasm. When Castiel looked down and saw Dean come completely undone he let go too as his white seed washed over Dean's hand.

Cas collapsed on top of his lover, nuzzling his face into his neck. They lay there for several minutes sated and awash in pleasure. When Castiel pulled off of Dean it took everything in him not to whimper at the loss of fullness.

He got up and went to the bathroom to run warm water over a washcloth. He came back to the bed, sat down on Dean's side and washed him with a reverence that broke something inside. Dean didn't know what he had ever done to deserve this man and he could feel that familiar fear rising up inside of him. It felt like standing on the edge of an unstable ledge that could break off and send you tumbling down at any moment.

"Stop it," Castiel growled.

"What?" Dean was pulled out of his brooding by Cas and he looked up to meet his eyes.

"Stop thinking that you don't deserve this, Dean. Good things do happen. And you," he emphasized by leaning down for a soft kiss, "are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Let me return that favor."

"Shit, Cas, you are the best thing in my life too. It's just… fuck… I guess I am just not used to good things lasting. And, you don't know. There's stuff in my life I'm not proud of and it feels like you are too good, like I don't deserve this."

"We have all done things we regret. I didn't fall in love with you for what you have or have not done. It is your soul that is so bright. Dean Winchester, you have more heart than anyone I have ever met and I was drawn to you like it was my destiny. Trust that this good thing can last."

Castiel tossed the washcloth into the hamper and curled up next to Dean, his back to Dean's chest, pulling the soft covers up to their chins. Both men were happier at this moment than they could ever remember being before. They fell asleep with Dean pressing light kisses to the back of Cas' neck.