I made up the word Falishian to mean African, as Africa is not a place in this world.

Dean.

The wide, wooden slat door of the stone cottage in front of us opened to reveal a middle-aged Falishian woman with dark violet wings. "Castiel, what were you off doing this time?"

"Nothing," the dragon next to me said, sounding almost… embarrassed? "My friend's brother is injured. I was hoping you could help him."

"You finally found yourself a friend? And of course, he would be a human," she said, looking at me. "You're going to have to come to see me again. Show me those little half-scale babies you're going to adopt. I'll teach them how to fly the right way."

"Missouri, we're not…"

"Don't you try to lie to me boy. That look you two have is just like my momma and daddy give each other."

"So can you help him?" I interrupted.

"Yes honey, of course. Just give him to me and I'll get him all fixed up."

"No, I can take…"

"You come over to my house, asking for my help, and think you're going to be telling me how to do my job. I'll take care of him. You look exhausted anyways, so how about you get upstairs and get to bed." With that she picked Sam up and walked back into the house, leaving the door open.

"Come on. I'll show you to the upstairs bedroom," Castiel said.

Once we were up there I turned to him, "I don't know how to thank you for doing this for me. I've never been good at telling things like this to anyone. I've always been better at showing, so…" I leaned forward and kissed him. And it was…

Like kissing a board. He didn't move at all under me. I stopped and looked at him. The look on his face was panicked and not something anyone wants to see after a kiss.

"I have to go," he said and practically ran off.

Well, I thought he wanted that too. The staring and then Missouri's comment downstairs. I had thought we wanted the same things. I guess not. I went and sat on the bed. I was not going to cry over being rejected. I was not going to cry in the upstairs bedroom of some stranger's house.

Some time had passed, if someone asked me I would have said hours, but realistically it had probably been no more than eight moments before Castiel came back.

"I'm sorry," I started. "I thought you wanted that. Maybe we could just forget that that happened. Sorry. That was stupid to just assume. I just thought that you wanted the same thing."

"I do," he said, ending my babbling.

"What?"

He sighed and seemed to deflate slightly, before walking over and sitting next to me on the bed, "I just cannot do this."

"Why not?"

"Because you're human."

"So what? Clearly, no one cares if a human and a dragon get together and even if they did so what? You really care what a bunch of strangers think? They can all go flip themselves for all that I care."

"No, very few dragons still say that inter-special relationships are improper, and you are right about not caring for others opinions."

"Then what is it?" I asked when it became clear he had no intentions of continuing.

"You are going to die."

"Everything is."

"Yes, but dragons live very long lives. If we were together then I would have to watch you slowly age. I would have to watch you die in front of me and then have to go on living."

"You invited me to live with you. You're going to have to do that anyways."

"It would be different if we were together. It is different for a mate to die instead of a friend."

"Whether we're officially together or not our feelings won't change." I was getting annoyed with this conversation so I leaned over and kissed him again. When he still didn't respond I leaned back just enough to whisper "Tell me to stop." Another kiss. "Tell me you don't want this." Kiss. "Tell me you're going to regret this."

He started to lean into me this time, so I took that as my cue to stop talking and run my hands through his hair. We continued to kiss, although it was quite awkward at first, as the dragon didn't seem to know what to do, but a few moments later he caught on.

I pulled back intending to take a breath and then make out some more. Maybe go a bit farther. But there was a hurt look in Castiel's eyes and his wings dropped slightly. "I am sorry. I have never tried to do this before. Was that not correct?"

"No, man that was great. I just needed to breathe for a moment."

"Oh," he said, looking even more dejected. "I don't know anything about humans, and I have never tried to have a relationship. We shouldn't…"

"Hey, none of that. I don't know anything about dragons either, and it's not like I've had a lot of experience in a relationship. We're both new at this. We'll just have to figure this all out together."

"But I could hurt you. I already almost did without realizing."

"You won't hurt me."

"You can't know that."

"Yes, I can. You've been taking care of me this entire time and have never hurt me. I know you won't," I think I've talked about feelings with this dragon more than any other time in my life combined. Time to put an end to that. "Now come on. There is one part of this that I know how to do."

Castiel had a slightly panicked look as he said,"But I have never…"

"I know. You said that already. Just trust me. I'll show you what to do.

"I do trust you, Dean," he said far more seriously than this situation required.

After a brief pause for me to process that, I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him down on top of me. He let out a startled yelp that was absolutely hilarious to hear coming from this scary, warrior dragon. "Dean I don't know…"

"Calm down baby. Just do what feels good." I then resumed kissing him (along with deciding to be happy that he hadn't said that he wasn't an infant) and after a second's hesitation, he kissed me back.

Things didn't stay this innocent for long. I ran my hand up his muscular body, nibbling on his neck, and shoving his shirt up until it caught on his wings. "Cas," I moaned out in between kisses. "How do I get this shirt off?"

"Never tried to get it off. I will hide my wings and tail until the morning."

"No!" I shouted as the wings vanished. "I like them. Just undress and bring them back."

He looked at me, startled, "You like them?"

"Why wouldn't I. They're flipping amazing."

"They are black and ugly."

"They're not ugly. They're beautiful. Why would I think they were ugly just because they're black?"

"Dragons should resemble their element. Ice dragons should be blue."

"Well, I don't care what color you're wings are, as long as you get that shirt off, get them back out, and get up here."

"Okay," he muttered, looking slightly embarrassed.

I briefly considered leaving my clothes on, but if he had never taken his own clothes off, he probably wouldn't have much of an idea of what to do with mine.

Castiel brought his wings back out and crawled back on top of me so our bodies were pressed together. His skin was freezing cold. This was a problem. I couldn't stay in contact with him for long and there was no way I was going to be able to get aroused like this.

After a brief moment of thinking, I flipped us around so I was on top. I held myself up on my arms so our bodies didn't touch and started to kiss my way down his chest, while he threw his head back and started moaning.

I kissed and sucked my way up and down his body making sure to pay extra attention to his hip bones. I felt a sense of pride in managing to make a dragon fall apart under me. When I slid back up to his chest I reached around him and found the place where his wings met his back.

His back arched up and he screamed, "Good Gaia. Dean!"

"You like that?" I teased.

"Oh, yes. Do that again. Please!" Castiel moaned. I continued to play with his wings while kissing my way back down his body. This time when I came to his arousal I swallowed him down with no warning, as he writhed underneath me.

If someone had asked me yesterday if ice had a taste I would have said no, but tasting him, that was all I could think of. I pulled off just before he could come. "Dean. Please. So close." He begged me.

"Don't want to end like this," I panted. "Want you. Want you inside me." and then an unwanted thought broke into my mental bliss. "Flip!"

"What's wrong?"

"We don't have any oil."

"Why does that matter?"

"Okay, so when two guys are together, you need oil to make things better or to. Look you just do," I stammered out.

"Oh, would this work," Castiel asked while rubbing the inside of one thigh. His hand came back covered in some oily substance.

"Maybe, but what is that?"

"Dragons have six glands on their bodies that produce scenting oil. We use it to mark our territories. And our mates."

"Oh, flip that's hot. Yes, we can defiantly use that."

"What do I do with it?"

Was I going to have to talk him through this? "Put it on your fingers and you have to open me up. With one finger at a time."

"I do not think that would be the best idea."

"Why?"

"I have claws on my fingers. I would hurt you." When I looked at his hand I saw that he did indeed have claws. How had I not noticed that before? "You should be the one to be inside me."

"No. I want you inside me. I'll just open myself up. With your oil." Earth mother above, this was hot. I reached in between his legs and found the small oil-producing gland. I rubbed it a bit more than necessary as the dragon groaned under me. I opened myself up a little faster than I normally would, but flip it I wanted my dragon inside of me.

When I was ready I climbed up on top of him and lined myself up with him. We both groaned as I sunk down onto him, his wings flapping underneath him, and the burn of being stretched open almost negated by the coldness of his arousal.

While I adjusted to having him inside of me (and oh good Gaia, there was a dragon inside of me.) I reached behind him and started to play with his wings again. I felt something cold and scaly on me, and when I looked down I saw his tail coiling itself up my hips and around my abdomen. I could feel the smooth length of it rubbing along my body as I started to move.

"Touch me," I growled while leading his hands down from my chest. It didn't take long before he came and I quickly followed. After that I fell onto the bed, mostly covering one of the dragon's wings.

"That was… just." It was nice to see the usually so well put together dragon looking so undone and having no idea what to say.

"Yeah," I agreed. "That was great. Stay here. I'm going to go get something to clean us up with, then we can go to sleep."

After I returned and cleaned us both up, we lay down together. I was under the cover and Castiel was on the outside but pressed up against my back. "Don't like this. Want to feel you," I mumbled sleepily. In response to that, Castiel uncurled a wing and lay it across me like a second blanket and threw his tail over my hip.

"Better," I grumbled before quickly falling asleep.

The next morning Missouri woke us up. She didn't seem to care at all that Castiel was completely naked and I was only wearing a cover and a wing. "Told you the two of you would be great together, now get downstairs. Breakfast is ready and Sam is awake."

That got me up. The two of us quickly dressed and made our way through the house. I followed Castiel into a side room where Sam was laying on a bed on the floor. He looked terrible, although thankfully much better than yesterday. All the blood and mud had been cleaned off and all the injuries I had seen had been covered in clean white bandages.

"Come on, Honey," Missouri said to Castiel. "Let's give these two some time alone." The two of them left.

I turned to Sam and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Good, considering everything that happened. I remember you talking to me when we came here, but I can only remember part of it. How did you find me?"

This was amazing. I was free, my brother wasn't under immediate threat of dying, and I was now in a relationship with an awesome dragon. Happier than I had been in a while, I settled down next to my brother and retold him the story of the last week of my life, and more importantly, the dragon I had spent it with.