An: ok guys looks like the last chapter is after this! I have a one shot I'll be publishing afterwards I think you'll all enjoy, then it's back to work on my novel. I'll probably post a few one shots though! Thank you all for reading, you guys are the best
Disclaimer: not mine and I'm not making any money off of this
Dean woke slowly, his brain foggy from his post coital daze.
He smiled softly, reaching for Cas only to find his side of the bed empty and cold. Dean frowned and tried his best not to be hurt that the angel had left him so early in the morning. Especially after last night. Pushing his hurt feelings aside, he gruffly walked to Cas's small bathroom; it was void of almost everything save a lone tooth brush laying half hazardly on the lip of the sink and have half used roll of toilet paper. Dean already missed his room, or at least the room he had shared with Cas. He picked up his jeans that had been thrown off in such a hurry last time and trudged down the hall to jump into a hot shower. He was sore, sweaty and the fact that Cas had left him that morning really didn't help anything.
"Walk of shame Deano?" Chuckled Gabriel, walking past him towards the kitchen.
Dean raised his middle finger to the arch angel, "Fuck you asshat," he mumbled, slamming his door angrily.
Fucking angels.
Dean quickly shunned his sweat stained shirt and eased into the steaming shower with an audible sigh. The stood there quietly for a few moments, letting the water beat over his sore muscles and quieting his mind. Running his hands down his chest he gingerly prodded the few brushed left my Cas's teeth in the heat of the moment, and he smiled despite himself when he found a few fingerprint shaped ones dotting his hips.
He bit his lip and dropped his hand from his hip, letting it settle on steam warmed tile.
Dean was so lost in his thoughts he barely heard the movement behind him, and when he did his eyes snapped open and he spun around and stumbled back against wall, screeching in an undignified manner.
"What the FUCK Cas?!" He cried, wiping the water from his eyes as he tried to cover himself; he realized when Cas rolled his eyes that it was rather idiotic, with what the status of their relationship. And the things they did.
"You were thinking about me, I thought you might have needed something," Cas replied gruffly, his eyes scanning the body in front of him.
"I'm in the shower Cas," Dean said, explaining the obvious.
Castiel nodded, a glint in his eye. "I am aware."
Dean Winchester stood there for a moment, dazed and completely caught unaware. That fucking angel was seducing him, HIM, Dean Winchester.
"Are putting the moves on me Cas?" Dean asked incredulously pointing at the other man inside the thankfully large shower.
Tilting his head, Cas squinted through the mist. "What moves are you referring to?"
Dean growled, seizing the opportunity and pressing Cas against the wall behind him, tangling his fingers in the damp worn tee shirt. The same tee shirt Cas had worn to bed.
"Why weren't you in bed when I woke up?" Dean mumbled, pressing a few open mouth kisses down the angel's neck.
"I apologize, Gabriel needed to speak with me," Cas replied, sighing a bit as Dean bit down on a particularly sensitive spot on his collar bone.
Dean stopped, rolling his eyes. "Thought we agreed to leave our brothers out of our conversations when are being "intimate"."
"You don't like him," Cas observed and Dean felt the his eyes boring into his skull. He pulled away.
"Really, ya just finding that out?" Dean scoffed, his arousal diminishing as the hole in the pit of his stomach opened up as he remembered that Gabe was going to be taking Cas away. And there was nothing he could do about it.
Grabbing a towel from the rack he ruffled the fluffy cloth through his dripping hair. The towel was warm from the room and it was fluffy, instead of the threadbare, bleached to death terry clothes he had become use to growing up.
"Dean," Cas was behind him now, annoyingly dry.
"What."
"Talk to me."
Dean smiled, turning slowly. "You know what, how about we don't talk?"
"Dean, I leave in a few hours. We should speak."
He chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he pulled a clean shirt over his head. Turning to the perplexed angel, he finally met his eyes. And his chest just ached. It fucking ached.
Cas stepped back a bit as Dean stepped forward, not hiding his confusion as he brought a hand to the back of his neck and pulled him in for a slow kiss. Dean knew that the other man could feel him shaking, his hand was trembling even as it rested against the nap of his neck. But he didn't say anything as he drew away.
"We can talk,' he whispered, "When you get back." His hand slid down to his cheek, his thumb dragging down his stubbled chin as he pulled away and walked out of the bathroom.
Fuck if he was going to see him breaking down.
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Sam, Charlie and Gabe were all sitting at the table when Dean and Cas emerged from the their respective rooms. The tension was palpable, Sam's gaze flittering over to Dean who chose to ignore the understanding look.
"Ready to go then?" Gabriel asked, serious for the first time since he had gotten there.
Cas looked pointedly at Dean, who was busy rubbing a thumb against the wood grain of the table. He nodded.
The fact that Cas was wearing the trench coat again didn't escape Dean's notice; or anyone else at the table.
"At least you lost the tie," Sam chipped in, stupidly trying to lighten the mood.
He saw him shot Sam a grateful smile before he stepped forward to Gabriel, who was extending his hand to his younger brother.
"Wait," Dean choked out, his hand turning into a fist.
"Dean?" Cas inquired curiously.
"We don't have a lot of time here Romeo so let-"
"That soul bonding shit, does it work?" Dean exclaimed, making it obvious that he was asking the archangel.
Gabriel in turn, arched his eyebrow and whistled. "Well now, things have been getting serious,' he nudged Cas, who was of course, unmoving in his attempt. "Ready to get down on one knee?"
"You're not answering the goddamn question," Dean huffed, aware of the eyes that had fallen to him in disbelief. "Cas said that with the soul bond that one person can feel how the other is feeling, they can communicate with telepathy, the whole bit. Is that right?"
He saw the wheels in Gabriel's head twirling as he frowned. "In theory. But its never been done with a human," he reminded.
That when Dean dared to look at Cas; he gritted his teeth and hoped to the absent god that his jaw didn't tremble as he buttoned his shirt.
"Dean, what are you doing-" Sam started, standing up in shock.
"This wasn't exactly how I planned on this happening, I was thinking mid forties, ritzy place, the whole fucking nine yards," Cas was remained silent as Dean disrobed, grabbed a chair from next to Charlie, who jumped as the chair scrapped across the floor. "But I want this Cas, please. I need to know when you get up there, that you will be safe. That I will be able to help you if you need it."
"Dean its never been done," Cas pleaded, his eyes wide and swimming, looking to Sam as if to help him plead his cause.
Sam didn't need any prodding. "Dean, you never even told me about this soul binding thing. But soul magic? How is that ever good?"
"Its not magic. Its grace, weaving together. Its a partnership of souls," Cas rectified, sounding a bit miffed that Sam would compare his species celestial bond to black magic.
"Whatever it is, its not something you just jump into!"
"I am not jumping Sam," Dean reasoned, shaking his head. "I would die for this bastard. And damn near have several times. Now I finally found some semblance of happiness in my godforsaken life, and I am NOT willing to let that go."
"Well isn't this an interesting development," Dean heard Gabe mutter, almost too gleefully.
"Cas," Dean whispered, voice low and eyes pleading. "Feathers please."
Dean smiled when Cas shook his head, because he knew he had won.
"This will be much more intense then before," Cas admitted, rolling up the sleeve of the tan trench coat and white undershirt.
"Whoa are you guys like, soul banging right here in the study?" Charlie pipped up, obviously thoroughly confused at everything that was happening.
Castiel rolled his eyes at the redhead before returning his attention back to Dean, "It's much more sacred than intercourse Charlie,' this time he was speaking to Dean, slowly and deliberately. "It requires the deepest level of commitment."
He was trying to give him a way out. A chance to change his mind.
"Yea I got it feathers," Dean breathed, trying not keep his eyes on Cas as he realized he was shirtless in the same room with his closet friends and brother. "Lets get this show on the road."
Castiel turned to Gabriel, who was picking his teeth with a toothpick, watching the whole exchange in an almost rapt fascination.
He snapped to attention when he felt the seraphs eyes on him.
"Oh don't mind me, I'll forever hold my peace and all that jazz," He smirked around the pick in his mouth.
Dean didn't realize he closed his eyes until he felt the feather soft touches of Castiel's fingers on his sternum, just like before.
"Try to breath," Cas instructed as he caressed the skin beneath him reverently.
Dean nodded, taking a few quick breaths as he felt everything and nothing all at once.
Its funny, you'd think someone plunging their hand through your chest
and into the inner workings of your soul would pinch just a bit. Hell Dean had seen it done more than once and the result was not spectacular.
But this was different. Holy shit, this is way different.
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Sam stood up in shock as Castiel's fingers slipped into Dean's chest cavity, a white flow emitting as he did so. He nearly put his hands over his ears expecting to hear his brother's anguished cries. Sam remembered all too well the feeling of the angel probing his own soul and he would not wish it on their worst enemy, and that was saying something.
But it didn't happen; in fact, Dean's breath kept coming out quicker and his chest was heaving like he had been running a marathon but there were no screams, no cries and no struggle. Castiel's eyes were clenched shut in concentration, the light pulsing and winding around his forearm.
Sam stumbled back to Gabe who was watching in undisguised entrapment.
Dean's breathing started to hitch and Sam saw his knuckles go white as he clenched the wooden seat and arched under the angel's ministrations, groaning as he did so.
"Shit, Dean!" He exclaimed, going to run forward in aid of his brother when a hand stopped him hard in his tracks.
"Let me go Gabe, he's hurting him!" The younger Winchester exclaimed, pointing to the heaving body of his older brother. Sweat had started to roll down both of the men's faces and even Cas seemed like he was losing the battle with concentration.
Gabriel just grabbed him by the shoulder to keep him in place.
"He's not in pain you moron, now sit down."
Sam looked at Gabriel in astonishment then back at his brother.
"Oh. OH, shit," he muttered, eyes widening then slamming shut as he spun around to avoid the awkward view.
"Awkward," Charlie agreed.
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Dean could feel it, joy and love and happiness as spun into one and it was currently coursing through his body, through his damn veins.
His whole body was buzzing and he was not ashamed to feel his body move towards the source of the pure energy, only to feel a hand on his hip pushing him back to the hard wooden chair beneath him. .
Although Dean could feel the sweat dripping down his face, hear the rapid beating on his heartbeat, it was as if he was no longer on his plane of existence. Everything was hot white and it burned endlessly, bright and beautiful. It took him a moment to realize that that was Cas. Swirling and pulsing around his soul, the same soul that had tortured in Hell and killed and stolen. Dean Winchester was the best liar he knew, he could steal without ever being detected and he could separate a monster's head from his body without breaking a sweat. But for the first time he felt good, clean and worthy. And he knew deep down that that was Cas too, that that was always how Castiel had seen him. Despite everything he had done, Cas knew his soul better than anyone else ever would.
Dean heard himself groan and the grace wrapped itself around his soul, nestling itself deep within him and giving him a warmth of his own.
"Now breath," he heard a deep familiar voice instruct. And he did, shuddering and gasping from the raptures' moment, his veins still tingling and his ears were ringing with what could only surmise was Castiel's true voice.
Dean opened his eyes and he felt Cas withdrawing and everything came crashing back down around him, so quickly that he drew back into the chair with his eyes wide.
"Holy fuck feathers you've been holding out on me," Dean exclaimed, his heart attempting desperately to return to a safe speed within his chest.
Cas smiled, he too was breathing heavily and Dean swore he saw a bit of a smile as he held out his hand to the older Winchester.
"How do you feel?" He asked, helping him up .
Dean shook his head, opened his mouth just to close it again. He felt something, but its not like he could put his finger on it. It was like a weight had been lifted from his soul, like all the darkness and guilt that he had been holding in for so long had dissipated.
"I feel good," He finally exhaled, looking towards Sam and Charlie nervously.
Gabe had a tissue and dabbed the side of his eye dramatically.
"Well that was touching,' he tossed the tissue in the small cna next to the table then gestured to Cas. "Come on, lets get a move on. We're ready."
Dean's pulse quickened as Cas took one final look at him before stepping close to Gabriel.
Gabriel reached forward to touch Castiel's shoulder, to provide the extra lift he needed to fly being he was on borrowed grace.
"Wait!" Exclaimed Dean gruffly, toying the worn ring on his finger.
Rolling his eyes, the older Archangel dropped his arm in exasperation.
Dean took off the ring and handed it to Castiel, not looking the other man in the eye. He knew his eyes were tipped red as he felt the heat rush to his face.
"Dean?" Cas asked curiously, rolling the ring in his palm. He knew what this was. He knew what it meant to Dean.
"Just um, yea know. You can wear it if you want," Dean shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant as he felt all eyes resting on him.
Dean Winchester tried not to smile as Cas slipped it on his third finger on his right hand.
"Right hand, Cas," Sam spoke up softly, surprising them both. "Put it on your left hand."
Cas nodded, and Dean didn't know if he fully understood the symbolism the ring entailed but the sight of it on his finger quickened Dean's breathing and made his head swim.
"Thank you," Cas acknowledged, his voice deep and solemn. "I will return Dean."
"Yea, you better."
And with that they were gone.
It was silent in the room, Dean squeezing his eyes shut as the soft gust of air kissed his face as they flew from the room.
After a few beats Charlie cleared her throat, "Dude did you just get angel married?"
Kevin shuffled into the room, still clad in pajamas and his hair sticking in every which way.
"Dean got married?" He inquired sleeply, his hands wrapped around a steaming mug. "Molotov," he said raising the mug in his direction before heading back up to the hallway towards his room.
"So..." Sam started, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Lets not,' Dean asked warily, "Can it just wait, the long argument about making rash decisions-"
"Dean!" Interrupted Sam, holding his hand up. "I was just going to say, I'm happy for you. Really."
Dean smiled a bit, his fingers ghosting over the brand he had acquired just a few weeks prior.
"Hey, who's bleeding?" Charlie asked, tipping the trash can.
Sam spun around, "What do you mean?"
Charlie leaned the small trash can towards him, pointing at a small tissue square smeared with crimson.
Dean immediately thought back to Castiel. Brainwashed and bleeding.
"Holy shit," Dean breathed, his stomach clenching in fear. "Wasn't that from Gabriel?"
"But there's only one angel in Heaven right now," Charlie reminded.
"Metatron."
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AN: CLIFFIE!