AN: Here we go! Thanks again for the comments and views. I'm kinda blown away. I am kinda out of my writers block, so this chapter has a lot of shit happening.
Also this chapter has some activities of an intimate nature so be advised. If you aren't old enough to read please don't.
Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Gabriel chuckled darkly and Castiel missed the him again, stumbling mid swing.
"Damn you are out of practice little bro," he smiled, stepping back as Cas regained his footing and stood there, panting in the cool training room.
"Its been awhile since I have had an opponent to spare with," Cas grumbled, straightening and cracking his spine.
Gabe scoffed, "From what I hear, you and Dean do plenty of sparring on your own time," he winked lewdly and Cas growled, lunging at the archangel.
In his rage, Cas pinned Gabe to the wall, forearm pushed against his throat.
"Don't talk about Dean that way," Cas snarled, his eyes bright with anger and a hint of embarrassment that the ribbing from his older brother had caused.
"Whoa there Cassie, just a little joke. You need to lighten up," Gabe didn't look even a bit put out even as Cas struggled to keep the angel pinned. With a tilt of his head Gabriel sent Cas flying to the other end of the dojo, his head connecting painfully with the glass wall there, splintering around him.
Castiel stayed where he had landed, his head spinning and his breathing coming in short pants as he tried to regain his control.
Gabriel was at his side in a second, kneeling down to the fallen ex angel.
"Heal yourself. You have it in you, now do it," Gabe demanded with a hint of danger lingering on his tongue.
Cas groaned as he attempted to steady himself. Closing his eyes and digging into the part of him that had been dormant for so long, feeling the touch of celestial grace pooling around his consciousness.
He nudged it, urging it to work in his favor-to heal the head wound and concussion, pushing the slivers of glass from the back of his head and shoulders.
Relief instantly flooded him, pouring over his hurts like warm water and sealing the blood back into his body. He heard the sound of glass being replaced on the wall and it falling from his back and head.
His head stopped pounding and his ears ceased the roaring.

Cas looked up to see Gabe smiling, "See? Knew you had it in ya."
He took Cas's arm and helped him up.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready?" Cas answered, straightening the old band tee that he realized painfully was one of Deans.
Gabriel rolled his eyes annoyed. "To fix heaven doofus. We have to take this battle to Metatron."

Cas nodded, "Yes, its time I put things right."

"I'm sensing a but coming in..."

"But Dean-"

Gabriel glowered at the man in front of him, anger seeping through him.
"Castiel, its time for you to grow the fuck up. This little infatuation you have with Dean Winchester is becoming a nuisance. I'm all for shacking up with the humans but you don't, ever, fall for them." Gabriel was shaking now with fury, his eyes darkened.

Cas tilted his head, his eyes deep and sad.

"Gabriel you don't understand," he whispered. "I already have."

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Kevin Tran was lounged on his bed, ear buds in and a baloney sandwich left untouched on his bedside table. Sam had suggested that he take a break from the tablet, maybe get some recreational time in. So here he was, attempting to forget that the weight of the world rested on his shoulders and that the tablet still lay half translated next to him.
A book lay in his lap but he couldn't find himself able to concentrate on the black and white print in front of him. Angrily, he tossed the book aside and rubbing his eyes in frustration.
All of the sudden there was a ringing in his ears, enough that the pulsing in his head magnified and his eyes lost focus.
"Fuck...fuck!" He whispered, holding his hands over his ears, trying not to lose his battle with consciousness.
As soon as he uttered those words, the ringing stopped as abruptly as it had begun. He looked around in confusion, realizing that the light bulb in his lamp had shattered and the water he had sitting next to it was dripping slowly onto the floor, the glass in a thousand pieces.
Kevin stood up on shaky legs and found his way to the door, flinging the door open.
"Sam!"

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Everyone in the common area whipped to attention at the sound of Kevin's cry.
"Shit," Sam whispered, his chair toppling as he rushed to the prophet.
Honestly, Sam was almost thankful for the distraction. It was getting a little tense in the common room, Dean pretending to watch some sci-fi flick while Cas stared at him creepily in the corner.
It was giving Sam the creeps and the whole awkward situation was getting to him.
"Kevin?" He panted, seeing the prophet leaning against the door frame of his room, a light trickle of blood running down his ear and onto in shirt collar. "Kevin what happened?"
Kevin shook his head, touching the itching trickle of blood and wincing as it came into view.
"I dunno, it was...ringing. Really high pitched. My light bulb broke?" He still seemed to be in a state of shock, his face ashen.
He saw Dean straighten and shoot a look at Cas and Gabriel.

"Did you guys do this?" He snapped, pointing at the injured prophet.

Cas tilted his head, "We were not communicating to Kevin if thats what you are asking."

"Then who was? This place is warded against all off those heavenly dicks, why is he hearing them?" Dean demanded, his face red and Sam could tell he was panicking. "Its funny how everything has been fine until you started juicing up Cas!" Cas squinted at the man angrily, standing his ground.

This place was the one place that Dean felt safe, safe enough to wear pajamas to bed, safe enough not to hide a gun under his pillow. If the warding were failing he didn't know how Dean would cope.

"The wards are still in affect, I can feel them," Cas argued, looking albeit nervously around the hall and back to the common hall of the bunker.

"Gabe?" Sam tried, noticing the lack of input from their most recent wayward angel. "Anything to add?"

Gabriel snapped to attention, "Don't look at me big foot, not my doing."

"Come on, Kevin. Lets get you to the infirmary." Sam placed a comforting hand on Kevin's trembling shoulder, and led him down the hall.

He looked back to see Cas and Dean locked in a heated glaring match before Dean shook his head and walked to his room. The slam of his door reverberated down the hall.

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Dean slammed his door hard enough to make him wince as the slamming echoed behind him. He growled in frustration, trying to regain control of his anger, reigning it in with the breathing exercises Cas had been teaching him.
The older Winchester squeezed his eyes shut, "Fuck Cas," He whispered. It'd be three days since they have been apart. He couldn't look at him without feeling like he was being punched in the stomach. Dean refused to make this easy for him, it was his decision to fuck this up, his decision to move back into his own room.
It coiled in Deans stomach and settled like a rock in his stomach, the constant churning and anxiety had left him unsettled. He grabbed the hidden bottle of whiskey, freshly stocked. He tried not to remember that he had not needed a drink when Cas was around and he gulped the strong stuff until his head spun.

Dean Winchester wasn't like this, he wouldn't be brought down by something like this. The more he talked to himself in his head the worse he felt.
He needed to speak to Cas. He couldn't take this bullshit anymore.
"Godammit," He whispered, gathering every ounce of courage and stood up, walking in the direction of Castiel's bedroom.

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Dean was at a loss for words when he entered Castiel's room. He didn't bother to knock; it seemed too formal for what they had. Whatever that was.
Castiel's room was nearly empty, which was to be expected since the guy didn't own really anything aside from the few articles of clothing he bought from a second hand store and a handful of Dean's old shirts. Dean never admitted to Cas why he gave them to him; he loved seeing him in something Dean had worn, out of the dressy coat and tie he seemed more human. More approachable. But now, in the soft glow of the lone bedside lamp, Cas looked too human. Miserable, his posture hunched and his head bowed as almost in prayer.

"Cas?" He ventured softly, not wanting to startle the once skittish angel.

Cas turned only his head, "Hello Dean." God, Dean thought his heart had stopped at the gravely voice repeating that same greeting he had heard so many times before and some how not enough.

"Couldn't find you anywhere else. Figured you were hold up in here."

"I thought you would realize that I wanted to be alone and leave me to it," Cas replied harshly, his back still turned to Dean.

Dean paused for a moment, still standing in the same spot, suspended by his indecision.

"I'm sorry for what I said back there," he whispered, rubbing his palm where the gash used to be.

The prone ex angel only nodded his acknowledgment.

"I just uh, wanted to say thank you," Dean waved his hand dumbly. "For patching me up before."

"You're welcome, I assume you're vision is still intact?"

"Goddammit Cas, really? I'm trying to apologize," Dean insisted, moving closer to Cas, even as he kept his back turned.

It was in that moment that Cas chose to move, in a flurry of movements he was on his feet and only inches away from Dean, nearly causing him to stumble back in surprise.

Dean parted dry lips, "I thought you couldn't be around me like this."

"I haven't been sleeping well and I am aggravated," Cas reasoned, his voice deep and his pupils blown.

"Yea neither have I."

It was one of the first times Cas really took charge, gone was the timid, lost Cas he had been getting used to and in its place was the very powerful, strong Castiel.

Dean felt himself being pulled to the bed, his shirt ripped over his head.

"Couldn't stand to be away from me for a few nights, huh?" He smirked, though he tried not to convey his nervousness as Cas pushed him back into the soft comforter.

"Shut up Dean," Cas commanded, pulling the worn black tee shirt over his head and tossing it in the corner before draping himself over Dean.

Dean tried not to moan as their skin met, electricity pulsed between them unlike anything he had ever felt before.

"Cas whats happening?" He panted, his eyes searching the nearly-angel above him.

"Trust me Dean. Thats all I have ever asked," Cas whispered, pressing soft, open mouth kisses down Dean's neck, his teeth nipping at his collar bone as he moved above him.

Dean moved his fingertips over Castiel's back and he swore he could hear an electric hum as he did so.

"I would like to show you something," Cas admitted finally, moving his hand to the center of Dean's chest. "I believe you will enjoy it."

Dean smirked, his heavy lidded eyes racking over Cas.

"I think I'm already enjoy this quite a bit feathers."

Cas couldn't help but smile in fondness over the pet name, finally escaping Dean's lips.

"Hold still," he commanded, his hand falling away from where they were carding through Dean's hair and settling on his chest.

Dean's heart quickened as he felt something warm originate from Cas's palm that was pressed gently on his chest.

"Cas?" He gasped, his eyes screwed shut. "What is that?"

"My grace," Cas answered solemnly. "Its reaching out to you."

Dean's eyes snapped open and he pulled away instantly, images of Sam being held down, screaming through a belt that he had nearly bit in half when Cas reached through him to touch his soul.

Cas held him down by his shoulder, holding him to place easily.
Dean was on the verge on panic as he did so, years of being tied up, tortured and immobilized urged his body to escape. He felt his breathing speed up for an entirely different reason. Dean found himself almost fumbling for a weapon.

Cas's eyes widened and he let go as soon as he saw Dean's muscles tighten and the wild look that suddenly overtook his features.

"Dean," he spoke softly, his hand still on his chest but no longer pressing down. "It won't hurt. Please trust me."

Licking his chapped lips, Dean searched Cas for a moment, trying to subdue the panic bubbling in his chest before he nodded.

Cas drew him closer, gentler this time and kept his eyes on him as he pressed down again.
This time, the reaction was instant; Dean's whole body felt like it was on fire, but no pain just complete and utter calm and pleasure and power. He felt his body arch towards the touch, and heard the eager, somewhat embarrassing wanton moans that were passing through his lips.

"Cas...holy fuck feathers," Dean moaned as a string of nearly incoherent words strung together and spilled from him as he felt Castiel press his hand closer, the finger tips clawing into his chest as he felt an extra burst of power trickle from them. His ears were ringing and his head was spinning.

Cas pulled away and Dean groaned from the lack of contact, his back hitting the bed.

"Cas, what the fuck," he gasped, blinking a few times to clear the pin pricks of light that floated around him. "What was that?"

"My grace," Cas explained, still pressed against the man beneath him, his fingers making small patterns around his collar bone. "Its something very personal to celestial beings. We are essentially baring our souls to another being. Normally this is done with another angel."

"Is this like, allowed?" Dean asked curiously.

Cas shrugged, staring down at Dean's chest as his fingers traced the skin.

"Its more...intense for humans. Normally its not done,' he paused for a moment, as if he wanted to say more and was trying to figure out if he really wanted to.

"What is it Cas?"

"When it is done to its fullest extent, the two souls become bound if you will. It binds the grace and in your case, the human soul together. The marriage between the two causing an immediate effect between the two. The two parties can communicate telepathically in some instances," He didn't look at Dean as he explained, instead finding ways around looking at him directly.

Dean was silent, his head was still buzzing as he came down from the grace high that was Cas, but he was pretty damn sure he had said marriage and he couldn't quite get his head around that.

Cas seemed to notice his preoccupation and shifted between him, Dean gasped as he remembered that Cas still sat between his legs.

Cas shifted again, watching Dean's face as he tried to cut off the low groan that bubbled from his chest.

"I've missed you, Dean," He whispered, leaning closer and bringing his hips to meet Dean's once again, causing the Winchester to grab at his back as he scrambled for purchase.

Castiel smiled a bit, tilted his head and then gasped so his pants dematerialized and he was left with skin touching skin.

"Um, nice trick Cas," He grinned, pushing his shoulders to roll Cas beneath him.
But Cas refused to budge, only pressing closer to Dean, peppering his vulnerable neck with soft kisses, sucking over his pulse point.

"Cas, please," Dean moaned, finding his voice nearly failing him.

Cas smiled into his neck, his fingers tracing down his ribs, pulsing grace through him and causing Dean to writhe under his ministrations.

Feeling Cas pause above him, Dean opened his eyes to find Cas looking at him uncertainly.

"Whats wrong feathers?"

"Dean, will you allow me to-" he simply rolled his hips again in place of words and Dean froze. His mind racing between his mind screaming fuck yes and the nervous fluttering in his stomach.

"We've done this many times Dean," Cas reminded softly.

"But not like this," Dean replied. He licked his dry lips and Cas dipped in for a deeper kiss, pushing all his emotions and his want through it.
As Castiel pulled away, Dean nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving the angel's above him. Cas smiled, his hand running down to Dean's thigh, hooking it around his waist and forcing them closer.
Dean's heart raced. Fuck he was doing this. He had always taken charge with Cas when he was human, he was inexperienced and shy and Dean was patient. But this wasn't human Cas, this was Castiel; the angel he had found himself so infatuated with, the angel that could destroy an entire civilization with his mind was currently pressing himself closer to Dean. It was terrifying, but Dean couldn't find a reason not to trust him. He trusted him with everything else.

"You're nervous,' Cas commented, pausing suddenly. "Are you alright?"

"Yea, yea I'm good," Dean stuttered but Cas had stilled and waited for a further response. "Its just, we haven't done anything like this since Gabe's been juicing you up."

Cas nodded in understand. "I'll be careful Dean, I promise."

Nodding, he let himself relax, focusing on Cas's hands roaming his hips and thighs and taking a deep breath as Cas lined himself up with Dean.

"Dean," he called softly above him, "Breath."

Dean nodded, letting himself relax and Cas pressed into him slowly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Dean moaned, tensing as he felt Cas pushing inside him. His mind shut down to any kind of reason as his hands scrambled to the comforter that was pooled around him and grabbed at the cloth, trying to ground himself as his anxieties took over.

He panted as Cas stilled, trying to will himself to relax even though a supernaturally strong, celestial being was over him and perfectly able to smite him to dust.

"Dean, look at me," he heard Cas say, obviously concerned. "Dean please."

Dean reluctantly opened his eyes, feeling much too vulnerable for his comfort.

"Breath, Dean," Cas commanded gently, brushing his sweat soaked hair away from his forehead.

"I'm trying Cas," He whined, slamming his eyes shut again.

"Let me try something," Cas whispered, and Dean nodded and gave himself over to the celestial being.

He felt the warmth of Cas's palm against his sternum and he visibly relaxed as a cool wave of relief rushed over him, pressing back the pain and leaving him saturated in pleasure.

"Holy fuck-" Dean grated out, his voice wrecked. "Cas, what are you-"

"Relaxing you," Cas replied, moving again and instead of panic, Dean felt a moan break from him. "I can do that now," he reminded with a smile as he shifted Dean's thigh to pull them closer together.

All he felt as Cas inside him, shifting and thrusting as their bodies met over and over.

Castiel wasn't even breaking a sweat, his gaze constantly watching Dean as he writhed under him.

It wasn't long before Dean felt himself tense, his fingernails racking down Cas's back and he let himself go.

The electricity was back, pulsing under Cas's skin and causing his hair to stand up on his arms and neck and he watched as Cas pressed his eyes closed and the lone light bulb that lit the room exploded as his true voice broke through.

They lay there, Dean drenched in sweat as his eyes adjusted to the dark.

"I apologize for losing control like that," Cas said apolitically and Dean could barely make out his sheepish expression.

"Feathers, don't ever apologize for that again," Dean pulled him in for a kiss.

Cas stayed there for a moment, his forehead leaned against Dean.

"I still need you Dean, please don't ever doubt that."

"I need you too feathers," Dean replied softly.

Dean could feel the need to express the emotions that were attempting his burst from him, but he pushed it down. Last time he was even a tiny bit close to this happy he was with Lisa, and he let his guard down and look what happened there. He couldn't-

"Dean," Cas breathed, moving to lay next to him and pulling him beside him, pressed flush against his back and their legs tangling together. "Stop thinking so loud."

"Dude are you cuddling me?" Dean asked as goosebumps rose on his skin as Cas ran feather light caresses up and down his arm.

"Do you want me to stop?" Cas asked unconvinced and refusing to loosen his grip.

Dean smiled and he knew Cas couldn't see him, the dark still enveloping the room.

"Naw, I'm good."

AN: AHHHHHH I DID IT. Holy crap I hope it was ok? One super long chapter or two short chapters are left before I am finished with this story. Let me know what you think, I'm super nervous!

*runs and hides*