Author's Note: Well, they got a room. Might as well use it.

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"For God's sake, they're just not leaving!" Dean cried in frustration. The hotel room they had been using as home base for the past few days was absolutely surrounded by angels: angels in the street, angels in the corridors, angels staying in the other rooms on the floor.

"What are we going to do about it?" Cas asked absentmindedly from under the covers. He'd been lying there for about four days straight, watching 21st and 22nd century television. Currently, it was Star Trek: The Last Hope, a series that had come out a few decades after the Winchesters' deaths.

"I'm at a loss, man."

"Well, you're now a smuggler by trade, are you not? You've taken a score of souls from Hell itself. Can't you get just one out of a fancy hotel?" Cas said innocently.

"I dunno. I'm a lot better at slipping through Crowley's fingers than flying under a bunch of psychedelic holy rollers' radar. Besides, it's a lot easier to smuggle things out of an empire that you reign over."

Cas yawned and stirred. "Can we create a distraction in, say, Kazakhstan or Nepal? Something that will keep the angels busy?"

"What kind of distraction could make every angel shake a tail feather halfway around the world?" Dean pointed out. He began to pace by the window.

"We could stage a second coming of Jesus," Cas suggested sleepily. Apparently laying in bed for half a week could make even an angel long to take a nap.

"Where is Jesus, anyways?" Dean wondered. "I mean, throughout the whole Apocalypse ordeal and the God-is-missing thing, you'd think he'd pop in at some point."

"Jesus likes to roam the Earth and assess the peoples therein."

"Meaning...You have no idea where he is," guessed the demon.

"He disguises himself as human to test the goodwill of men and women. I think he's been testing angels, too, because he's completely hidden from us."

"Us?" Dean asked. "You mean you still get Angel FM? I'd'a thought you'd be tuned out, what with your 'unforgivable betrayal' and all." He made air quotes for emphasis.

"Most of the angels powerful enough to control our communications are dead," Cas admitted. "The ones who are left don't care enough." Waves of pain rolled off of the angel.

"Cas?"

"I don't know if you realize how many died in the early 21st century..." He turned away, unwilling to let on how guilty he still felt about that. But Dean noticed the caustic shift in his old friend's mood; he remembered the angel's guilt well enough the first time around. He wanted to be able to comfort him, to ease the pain and the regrets, to hold him and tell him that everything would be okay.

"Castiel." Cas looked up. Dean almost never used his full name. The demon had transported himself closer to the bed, and he sat next to Cas. Cas propped himself upright with the luxurious lab-grown down pillows.

"You don't call me Castiel," he breathed. His face was inches from Dean's, and he forced himself to block out the dark aura that clouded his vision. Behind it, those beautiful green eyes Cas had yearned for over centuries spilled every emotion the demon felt. Heartache, sorrow, desperation, regret...longing, hope, trust. Dean blinked and looked away, embarrassed. He felt the angel's bottomless pain as if it was his own.

"Where the hell do we go from here, Cas?" Dean asked in a trembling voice. A painfully hot tear spilled down his cheek. Cas took the demon's hand in his, the calloused warmth a small comfort in this uncertain moment. Looking at Dean, he realized that he didn't need to look through the ugliness anymore. The horrid colors that marked him as a demon seemed to fade as Cas felt a surge of emotion for him. They were still there, but as his chest began to ache painfully he could look Dean's face once again. There were even glowing traces of a soul somewhere deep inside.

You're beautiful. All of you. And I missed you so, so much, Dean-

Dean looked at Cas once more.

"I missed you too, man," he said. Cas started and pulled his hand away. Hurt, Dean inched backwards. "Cas? Is there something wrong? Did I-"

"Shut up, Dean," he said, much more harshly than he intended. The demon shrank back. "No, I didn't mean- Just, I think..." Oh. "Dean, I didn't say that out loud." He grabbed both of Dean's hands in his.

"You mean..." The demon's eyes were wide in awe.

"You felt it. You felt what I was thinking."

"What does it mean?"

I think we still have a bond stronger than anything I've ever heard of.

Dean closed his eyes in concentration.

I... Can you hear me?

Cas smiled.

You're very faint. Find me, Dean, come closer.

He felt a warmth as Dean reached towards his consciousness.

That you, Cas? You're really...warm.

Cas watched Dean's face. He looked so content there, so happy, he couldn't help wondering what it would be like to...

Can I kiss you?

Dean's eyes flew open and he broke contact with Castiel's hands.

"Did I think that or did you? That was really loud," he exclaimed.

"I think we both did," Cas breathed, reaching his hand back to Dean's.

Then, the moment they had wanted for centuries was there, now, ethereal. It was real. Dean closed the space between them and closed his eyes. He caressed the angel's soft face with his free hand and tasted Cas's soft, pink lips. They were even better than he'd imagined. His best friend tasted of strawberry ice cream and the morning sun. A warm, enveloping light washed through him, and he hadn't realized how empty he was until he was kissing Cas and felt so whole-

The angel broke apart from the kiss, breathing heavily. He rested his forehead against Dean's and opened his eyes, meeting Dean's gaze. They inhaled each other's presence for a while until Cas absentmindedly flickered his tongue over his lips and Dean was hit with a wave of lust so intense it made them both gasp.

Dean pulled back the bed covers and crawled in next to Cas. Then, feeling the waves of attraction pulsing off of the angel, he climbed on top of him, feeling as if he was propelled by a magnet. Soon, Cas was lying flat on his back, panting and gazing at Dean. Dean straddled his angel's waist and held his chest tight. The close proximity caused their thoughts to tangle and collide until Dean could barely tell which belonged to Cas and which belonged to him

I- I need you, Dean-

Missed you so much-

I love you more than anything in creation-

My Cas-

Dean lost all control as Cas let out an audible whimper. The angel pawed at his chest feverishly, and he shivered as the angel pulled him into a kiss once again. Now, he was pretty sure their thoughts were shared.

Wantyouwantyouwantyou-

Please, please, please-

I love you so, so, so very much-

Oh, God-

Powerful surges of longing coursed through them as they desperately fought for control of each other's mouths. It was one hundred percent more potent than anything Dean had ever felt before, and something told him that it was love, absolute devotion and trust, searing, powerful, all-consuming love.

And lust. Their blood was alight with the heat. Dean could feel Castiel's fear at this driving his hesitation.

It's okay, Cas, I'm here, I'm right here. It's okay, everything's going to be fine. I love you.

I'm scared, Dean.

Trust me.

Dean broke the kiss, panting for air. He took in the sight before him, Cas flushed and disheveled and gorgeous even as uncertainty nagged at the edge of the angel's consciousness The angel opened his eyes, and Dean saw that his pupils were wide open and he was panting too and why were they still clothed?

I can still hear you, Dean.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to think those things.

No, it's... it's quite all right.

Cas moved his hand down to the hem of Dean's shirt and began to touch his skin beneath the clothing. Dean shivered with longing. His cock was aching for contact and the internal struggle for control with his desire became nearly impossible. He focused his attention on Castiel's neck, and kissed the heated, slighly stubble-grazed skin there. Cas gasped loudly.

Oh, Dean...

Cas, I love you more than the sun and the stars and the night and the day.

Cas tugged on Dean's shirt.

Want it off-

Dean sat back and pulled it off slowly. He didn't realize it was possible to feel any more need, but Castiel what was emitting, oh God...

He tossed his shirt aside and looked down at Cas again. He was moaning, head thrown back in longing, and Dean felt him wrestle with his fear. Dean reached down and began to unbutton his dress shirt but it was so much effort.

I hope you don't like this shirt too much.

And you your jeans-

Dean ripped the shirt open and traced a hand down his angel's bare chest. Underneath him Cas whined and slipped a hand under Dean's waistband and began to tear the denim and more lust built up between them.

Wait, Cas, I forgot that I can-

Dean closed his eyes in concentration for a moment and willed the clothes off.

Oh, God, Dean, DEAN!

They were completely naked now, and the angel hissed at the sudden skin-to-skin contact.

You think that feels good? Just wait until- Mmph-

Cas forcefully grabbed Dean's head and kissed him with a passion that made them both dizzy.

Get. Inside. Me. Now, Dean.

Oh my God, oh my God.

Dean forced himself to stop grinding against Cas. He grunted at the loss of friction but Cas soon moved his leg along his inner thigh and put it over Dean's shoulder.

I'm ready, Dean. I want you, no, I need you.

Cas handed him a bottle of lube and looked Dean in the eyes. He was burning up, and Dean could feel a hunger coursing from the angel- or was it from him?

Cas? Are you sure?

As much as he wanted to fuck Cas until the angel screamed, his unwillingness to hurt Cas won out.

I've never been so sure in my life.

I love you, Cas.

Cas gently reached out to take Dean's hips in his hands. He wrapped his legs around his waist and urged him on. Dean took a deep breath and spread some lube over his fingers. It was his turn to be uncertain, he'd never done this before.

Neither have I, Dean. It's okay.

Cas guided Dean's hand between his legs and shuddered with anticipation. Most of the unbearable heat had melted away, replaced by a lighter tenderness that melted Dean's insides. He took Cas's hand with one of his and with the other, he slid his index finger inside.

Cas mewled and whined at the sensation. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. Dean was stroking him and it was weird and fantastic all at the same time-

And then there was another finger inside him and he gasped because it felt so good and so right and they were moving and spreading him so nicely-

Castiel's pleasure reached Dean all at once and he froze for a minute, forgetting why he felt this good until his angel reminded him.

Dean, don't stop! Please, please, I want you.

And then Dean found that he could use his new powers to his- and Castiel's- advantages. He added a third finger and used the pleasure that washed over him to gauge what Cas liked.

Fucking hell, Cas-

"Dean!" Cas shouted out loud when the former hunter brushed his fingers over a spot that made him quiver in lust. He dug his fingernails into Dean's back, drawing a hiss from him.

More, Dean, please.

The heat was back, boiling their blood and searing their flesh. Dean clutched Cas's hand and pulled his hand out. The angel whined and cried out and disappointment at the loss of contact.

Just a moment, love.

Dean took a deep breath and aligned himself with his angel's entrance.

Your angel. I like that, Dean.

Mine. And I'm yours.

And then the world skidded to a halt as Dean pushed in with an impossibly loud moan.

It had been far too long, centuries in fact, since Dean had done this, and he had never felt this amount of pleasure. It was almost unbearable. For Cas, he'd never done had any sort of sexual contact and he was entirely overwhelmed at the sensations.

And then Dean began to thrust, and Cas needed to hold on to something because was too much. One hand grasped at Dean's dirty blond hair, pulling tight, causing little rivulets of pain to curl around the edges of the pleasure, but it just felt good. He let go of Dean's hand which he'd been clutching for dear life.

Dean's cock hit his prostate perfectly as Castiel's hand grasped the forgotten brand on his shoulder. As pleasure radiated from the angel's body, ribbons of electricity spread through Dean's body at the contact.

"Cas," he breathed, the added pleasure from the angel's grasp sending him nearly over the edge far too soon. His thrusts became ragged, desperate. Anything for more of that heat. Cas felt a surge of pure energy as his body was wracked with orgasm. He cried out something unintelligible as he covered their bodies with sticky come, the room filling with angelic light.

Dean grunted as Cas tightened around him. He could feel himself getting close. Then the residual energy from Castiel's orgasm washed over him, and the angel gripped his handprint scar even more tightly, sending miniature bolts of lighting through him, pooling in his stomach and before he knew it the world was white and he was filling Cas with his own release.

Panting, he pulled out of Cas and rolled off, curling up at his side. He traced mindless patterns on Castiel's chest. The angel was making a noise not unlike a cat, sated and happy. He opened his blue eyes and rested them happily on Dean. He rolled over so that he faced the fallen hunter. He rested his forehead against Dean's.

"I can see why you like this so much," he said after they were both breathing normally once again.

"Like what?" Dean muttered, lost in the angel's pretty blue eyes.

"Sex," Cas stated softly, leaning in for a round of lazy kisses.

"Mmm. But I don't want that anymore," he slurred, sounding slightly drunk. "I only want you." He cupped the angel's face in his hand as they kissed. "What took us so damn long?"

"We were afraid, I think," responded Cas. "You lost everyone you loved and you didn't want to love me." Another lazy kiss, basking in each others' warmth. "I just didn't know what to do."

"Plus you're, like, a dude," Dean mumbled sleepily. Cas wrapped his arm around the demon's waist.

"I could utilize the body of another-"

"No," he cut off. "I like you just like this. Wouldn't want it any other way. I love you, Cas, and it's taken me centuries to say it, so you better listen. I like your messy hair and your silly grin and your pretty blue eyes. I like your breaches of personal space and the way you don't understand my dumb references. I like that you put up with my crap and you always come back and I like that you're completely and totally mine."

"I like you too, Dean, even if you're a demon." Cas smiled sloppily. "I like your paper crane trick and your smile and that mischievous eyebrow twitch and your eyelashes and your humanity. I love you, Dean. I sacrificed everything for you and I'd do it again in an instant."

Cas began to kiss Dean's neck. Dean shivered at the sensation, and Cas growled possessively and bit down playfully. The former hunter giggled and rolled on top of Cas, peppering his nose with light kisses. Cas caressed his inner thigh with his leg. Dean moaned softly through the kiss and felt himself growing hard again.

Ready for round two already, Dean?

You betcha, tiger.

Tiger?

Well, metaphorically. Are you up for another go?

Ehehehehe, I'm truly evil. What do you think; should I stretch out the sex scene into another chapter?

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