Chapter 3: "Tomorrow doesn't exist"

When the fish was ready they ate some. Castiel objected but Dean insisted, and even though it merely tasted like molecules, the angel fed. By the time dinner was over they were sitting close, side by side, by the fire. Dean started singing a song and laughing as he moved his hands following the rhythm of the music. They had been drinking, a lot… another one of Dean's strong suggestions. Castiel didn't feel the effects of the drink, but the same couldn't be said about Dean, who was extremely lively.

The orange light of the fire was shining in his eyes, his smile as big as his face could frame. Dean didn't want the moment to end, he was seeing a whole new side of Castiel… more human, less detached. He liked it.

Castiel was also feeling at ease, this side of Dean was amusing and more charming than usual, more peaceful. It was beautiful. He was an angel of the lord, he was created to fight, the good lord had never spared a second thinking creatures like Castiel could ever benefit from feelings… but his time on Earth had taught him a lot, and one of those things was that not having been built to feel didn't mean he didn't have the capacity for it. As they were sitting by the fire, both smiling, Castiel listening to Dean's song, the warm feeling he often got within Dean's proximity grew stronger, and it burned him. Without thinking it twice, he took Dean's face in his hands, and holding him he suddenly leaned forward and kissed him.

A fast kiss, a soft kiss.

When he pulled apart Dean was staring at him, his eyes wide open with a kind of horror. He pushed Castiel back, and stood up. Castiel got up, looking at his shoes, ashamed. Dean couldn't utter a word, he was shocked. Suddenly he moved forward, a fist ready to punch Castiel in the face for what he had done… like an animal, he grabbed him by the trench coat lapel, lifting him a little, menace in his eyes.

And kissed him.

In a second's choice, his anger turned to passion… or had it ever really been anger…? The thought that he wasn't thinking clearly crossed his mind, but he hadn't truly drunk that much not to be in control of his own actions. He had often looked at Castiel with desire, but instead of accepting it he had shrugged the thoughts off attributing them to admiration. Well he did admire Castiel, but this had nothing to do with that.

His lips were surprisingly soft, eagerly kissing him back. They were holding onto each other hungrily, as if tomorrow didn't exist. They pulled back for a moment, looking at each other in surprise, like a part of them couldn't believe this turn of events.

Castiel took his hand and started walking towards the cabin, leading the way. Having been quite the womanizer his whole life, Dean felt helpless and puzzled at his own desire. He didn't want to stop, this was going to happen.

Once inside the cabin, Castiel took off the trench coat and put it on the small table. As he started taking off his tie, he looked at Dean's eyes and couldn't help but look down shyly. Dean was mesmerized; he had never been so passive in a situation like this in his whole life. He was just standing there, his feet felt like they were made of solid heavy concrete. Castiel's tie fell at his feet and he walked up to Dean while unbuttoning his own shirt. "Do you… want to…?" – he said in his usual raspy voice. Dean couldn't speak, he couldn't make himself speak… instead he leaned forward, kissing Castiel again, and finished unbuttoning Cas' shirt, while the angel unbuckled his belt.

Soon all the clothes were on the floor, but they didn't make it to the bed. On an impulse Dean turned Castiel around and had him against the table. The satisfaction was instantaneous, he had never felt pleasure like this in his life, and neither had Castiel, his back and neck arching with each thrust. He didn't want to finish fast, but he was too aroused to last long. He made a guttural sound as he finished, biting Castiel's shoulder softly – he hoped.

Castiel turned around, hoping to finish as well, and Dean took him into his mouth, fully. Castiel was big and hard, and it wasn't long before he came either. They had been holding back for far too long.

Dean got up, and they both stared at each other for a good 15 seconds. "I can't get enough of you" – he said.