Hi Guys! I'm back with the latest chapter of this fic. I'm working on several fics simultaneously, because this spring is unexpectedly productive to me :)

Anyway, this chapter is all about fluff and I hope you like it. I kind of like writing angst, but from time to time fluff just gets me :) I had loads of fun writing it - nothing graphic, just a sweet fluff.

As always, let me know what you think!

Enjoy, L.

"I have to go back."

"The fuck you do! You want to go back." – Dean growled silently. It's only been three days since Cas came back and now the idiot wanted to leave him again. It was bad enough he left to help Jimmy's family, but at least that didn't take too long. Now he wanted to go back to his fucking war and who knew how long he'd be gone!

"Please don't start this again. Haven't I shown you again and again that all I want is you?" – Cas smiled remembering just how pleasantly they had shown how much they wanted each other over last couple of nights. As soon as Sam went to sleep, Cas would mojo them somewhere where they could be alone and where no one could possibly hear them.

"Then stay."

"You're being childish. I have to go back. They need me there."

"Great, and I need you here."

"I'll come back. You know I will. Nothing could keep me away from you now."

"Except you, that is."

"Dean… I have to go back."

"I fucking know, alright?" – He muttered and locked his arms around Cas. They were lying on his trench coat on the ground in the middle of nowhere. – "Doesn't mean I have to like it!"

"No, but you have to let me go."

"I don't want to… Fuck Cas, what if he gets you? What if somebody else does? I can't lose you again!"

"You won't. I'll come back, I promise."

"Fuck it. You'll go anyway, it doesn't matter what I say." – The hunter growled.

"I want you to let me go. I need to know you accept it."

"Why?"

"Because, believe it or not, I hate it when you're angry with me."

"I'm not angry with you, I'm just angry. I don't want you to go."

"I'd much rather stay with you too." – Castiel agreed seriously. – "There's nothing I like more than obeying you, Dean. It brings me such pleasure."

"Damn it Cas, you should've told me that two years ago, I'd have had you there and then!" – He laughed.

"No, you wouldn't have. You liked lying to yourself back then."

"Yeah, you're right." – He kissed him. – "But I bet it wouldn't have taken me two years anyway."

"I bet it wouldn't have. But then again – back then we had apocalypse on our hands; we would have probably still focused on that."

"I don't know, I think I might have liked some distraction."

"We have war now and there's nothing I like more than this distraction."

Dean smiled to himself lazily. Yes, there was nothing he liked more than this feeling of having his angel in his arms. This raised the other question and Dean frowned slightly: "When will you come back?"

"We've been through this. I don't know. I have to find Balthazar."

"That's not good enough Cas. I need to know when I"ll see you or I'll go mad."

"I can't simply get away from the battle any time I choose."

"Fine, then make a plan. I want to see you every three days so I know you're ok."

"I can't come every three days."

"You can come every thirty minutes or even more often than that as far as I have noticed." – He teased, but got serious once again as Cas rolled his eyes. Rolling his eyes was strange, but also fun for Castiel – it was something Dean used to do.

"I want you to come to me every three days. It's long enough. Just appear to show me you're ok and go away again if you can't stay, but please come to me."

"Once a week."

"I want you to come every three days, Castiel."

"Fine. I'll come every three days." – He sighed finally. – "You're very hard to deal with."

"That's ok then don't deal with me. All you have to do is do what I want."

Castiel laughed.

"You say this as if I don't do it already."

"You argue. And you keep leaving me. I hate that."

"I also keep coming back."

"I knew I liked you for a reason!"

"Dean?" – Angel muttered hesitantly, as if unsure if he wanted to say something or not.

"Yes?"

"When I'm away… Will you… I mean…" – He hesitated, unsure how to ask him.

"Just spill it Cas."

"You won't go back to having sex with women, will you?"

"Why? Would you mind?"

"Yes. I don't want anyone touching you. Do you want others touching you?"

"How'd you think?"

"I don't know. I thought you wouldn't the last time I left, but all you did was… you know… And I thought you wouldn't both times we were in a bar, but you know what happened…"

"Hey, now! Both times we were in a bar you got yourself a girl!"

"Yes and whose fault was that?"

"Fine." – He growled. – "You're an idiot anyway."

"You're confusing me again. Can you just answer so I know what to expect?"

"That's my answer Cas – you're an idiot! How could you think I'd want to go back to simple human sex after all the things we did?"

"Well human sex turned out to be really exciting for me…"

"Yeah, but that's because you're in it, you fool. Probably I should be worried about you fooling around – you're capable of doing that!"

"I? You're insane. All I do is respond and obey. It's all you…"

"You're an idiot." – He repeated and pecked him lightly on the lips. – "And it's beside the point. I don't want anyone else. Don't you remember?"

"You want me." – Cas cited seriously and then smiled.

"Yes, you fool. I want you."

"Good. I don't want anyone touching you. And I don't want you to touch anyone too. You have me now."

"Yeah, except you're leaving me again."

"No, I'll come back."

"Right, right. Every three days, Cas, I'm warning you."

"You do realize I'm not frightened by you?"

"Really? I have other ways to make you pay for breaking the rules. Ways that involve you begging for relief and me refusing, remember?"

"You can be cruel, Dean Winchester."

"You have no idea, Cas, and for your own good, I hope you never will. So every three days."

"Alright. Once every three days, I promise."

"When will you go?"

"This morning. I'll bring you home and I'll go."

"Mmm… Then I think we've got something to do, before you go, don't you?" – He growled and rolled over on the top of him grinning mischievously. – "Perhaps I should give you the taste of what you can expect if you're late?"

/\/\/\

"Dean, I want to talk to you." – Sam said one night. They had just finished the case and were resting in the motel room before the long drive back home tomorrow.

"About what?"

"About Cas."

"What about him?"

"Couple of things really. Do you know when he'll show up next time?"

"Yeah, he'll be here tomorrow."

"How'd you know?"

"He promised to show his face every three days. He hasn't missed his time once in the last two months."

"The last time I saw him was three weeks ago."

"Yeah, he's usually in a hurry. He shows up and leaves in two minutes." – Dean couldn't help the bitterness in his voice. This was fucking true – he'd show up but he was almost always in a hurry. In the last three weeks not once did he have time for anything more than a quick, but intense kiss.

"Yeah, but why does he come then?"

"So that we know he's ok."

"You mean so that you know he's ok, right? Because he never shows up to me."

"Fine, so that I know he's ok."

"And why do you have to know he's ok that often?"

Dean looked at him curiously.

"What do you want to know Sammy? Why don't you just cut the crap and ask me what you want to know."

"Ok, then… What is it between you two? What are you up to?"

Dean laughed out loud at that.

"We're not up to anything, you dumbass."

"I don't understand – you cling to him! You're always on the edge before he shows up and then after I assume he does, you're in better mood. It's like… I don't know! It's like you're in love with him or something!"

Dean considered for a second. He could tell him. Hell, he even wanted to tell him, but… He shook his head.

"Cas is family. I want to know he's ok."

"And that's all there is?"

"If you're asking if I'm in love with him, then the answer is no, you idiot."

But of course that was the moment Castiel showed up. He looked at Dean for a second as if trying to read him and then turned to Sam.

"Sam, angels don't fall in love with people. We're celestial beings and we accept love differently. Love is part of me, but not in the sense you mean. It's not romantic – it's ever-present. I love you and Dean, but I also love Israfil. I don't get to choose whom to love, I just do."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to… I don't know, it's just strange the way you two sort of… I've just never seen Dean act this way – it's weird. So I thought maybe… But of course not, Dean and all his women. I'm sorry, you two."

"It's ok. I'm not offended. I think maybe Dean is – he's does seem to cling to his masculinity."

Sam laughed and Dean growled at that.

"Oh shut up you two! How are you Cas? All good?"

"The usual. I did come to tell you I'm leaving for a longer while. I'll come back in a week, there's something I need to do."

Dean glared at him and Cas was glad Sam was right there and he couldn't say anything.

"It's ok, Cas. It must be difficult to keep going back and forth all the time."

"You see?" – He asked Dean. – "Your brother is reasonable."

"My brother is a moron!" – He shot back.

"Hey!"

"Shut up Sammy. When do you leave?"

"Now…"

And again Dean glared at him, but couldn't say anything.

"Fine." – He finally said. – "Be safe."

"I will be, don't worry. Good bye, Sam, Dean."

"Good luck, Cas." – Sam smiled and turned to go to the kitchen. And just like that, before he left, Cas gave Dean a quick and sweet kiss.

/\/\/\

A week later Dean was already getting desperate. He missed Cas more than he thought possible, but he was also worried sick. What was he doing? Why couldn't he return for the whole week?

"You better come back to me tonight Cas." – He mumbled. Dean thought of an excuse to go out so that if Cas came, he'd have him for himself. He told Sam and Bobby he was going fishing and refused to take them with him, saying he wanted some time alone. It was kind of crowded at Bobby's with all three of them.

He built a tent in the woods, made a fire and sat at the entrance of his tent. He didn't really want fishing. He was too tense for that – fishing was for relaxing, not for waiting. So he just sat there waiting. Just before midnight, he heard him.

"Finally…"' – He growled. – "What took you so long?"

Castiel came to him slowly and when he finally reached the light of the fire, Dean saw blood on his coat. He jumped up and pulled him closer to the fire to look at him.

"What happened to you? Are you alright?"

"I'm ok Dean. It's all ok, I just… I escaped, that's all that matters."

"He found you? That son of the bitch found you?"

"Well, technically, I found him. It wasn't Israfil, it was Balthazar. Well, not really Balthazar, just one of the weapons. It's ok now. I found him and he'll help us."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying we have the weapons of the Heaven on our side now!" – Castiel said jubilantly.

"But are you ok? You're hurt?"

"No, it's just… Traces. It's all good now."

That was all Dean needed. He pulled him into careful hug, listening for any traces of pain, but Cas simply hugged him back.

"I've missed you…" – Castiel whispered in his ear.

"I've missed you too." – Dean whispered back and kissed his neck lightly before pulling him to the tent. – "Come here."

They sat in front each other in the tent and Dean looked at the angel's face intently.

"I've been waiting for you for so long, Cas."

"I came as soon as I could."

"Seven days Cas, not three."

"I told you. I had to go."

"I know." – He paused for a second. – "Take off your clothes Cas."

"Dean… I don't have…"

"Don't you dare tell me you don't have time!" – Dean cut across. – "It's been over a month since I had you for longer than a minute, so don't you fucking dare tell me you've got to go! It'll wait!"

Castiel looked at him for a moment longer but then nodded.

"Good. Now take off your clothes."

Again Castiel nodded and starting taking his clothes off. Dean watched him until there was only his T-shirt and his boxers left and then started taking his clothes off too. Immediately Cas' eyes were fixed on him and he licked his lips and then bit on his bottom one. Dean growled, muttered, - "Fuck it, it's been too long for that…" - and lunged at him, kissing him, sucking at him, biting him. He wanted to control this need, but this was a lost battle. He had lost his ability to think and was running on pure instinct. It wasn't long before they were both panting and moaning and shouting each other's name as the warm twilight of the tent was replaced by the blazing light.

Castiel was lying on his back, leaning against the pillow as Dean lied peacefully between his legs, his back to Cas' stomach. Cas fingers played with the hunters hair as he felt him relax and calm down.

"Cas, I was thinking the other day." – He started.

"Good for you Dean. I heard it's good for your mental health." – Castiel deadpanned.

"Very funny. Anyway, I was thinking – if I died, I'd go to Heaven, right? I mean I had done enough to get a place there?"

"Yes, I suppose you would go to Heaven." – Cas replied.

"So then – we could be together, right? Hypothetically speaking."

"You can't think like that Dean."

"Why?"

"Because if you died, I'd lose you for good."

"I don't understand. You're always up there. And I would be there. Why would you lose me?"

"Because Heaven is not… Well it's not really a place."

"What do you mean? I was in Heaven once, remember? You found me and it sure looked like a place to me. All twilight zone, granted, but what would I care?"

"That's exactly it. You wouldn't, but I would lose you."

"Ok, use more words. Slow child, remember? I don't get it."

"Well… People and angels experience Heaven differently. For you it's a place of all your dearest wishes. For me – it's a place of my servitude to my father."

"Well, I get that. But you get off from your feathery duties from time to time – you could come to me there."

"Again, you fail to grasp it. Look, if you died, you'd still want me around, right?"

"You've got that right." – The hunter grinned.

"Good. So if you died and you want me around I'd be with you. You wouldn't lose me, because I would be what you want."

"You're kind of making my point here, Sherlock."

"What's Sherlock?"

"Never mind. You were saying?"

"Let me put it this way – around 1970' almost any American women to die relatively young would want a singer Elvis something in her Heaven. But he was actually still alive at that time and also he was just one man. If Heaven was a place, they all couldn't have him. Yet they all did."

"So what – they dreamed him up, or something?"

"Well, yes and no. Heaven is layers you see, each of them designed to please person living in it. So if you died and you wanted me with you, I'd be with you. Except for me – you'd be lost forever."

"Then you wouldn't be with me. Some kind of a phantom Cas would be, not you."

"That's not really true. For you, I'd be real. Heaven is perfect, don't forget that. For you – I'd be me."

"That's not good enough, Cas. I'd always want the real you."

"Yes, and you would have the real me. Heaven is not a fair with trick mirrors – for you I would be as real as I am now."

"It sucks."

"Does it? I would be comforted by knowing I couldn't lose you even if I died."

"Yeah, I would be too, but that's a load of bull. You are you and I want you, not the 'real you for me' crap."

"Well, if I died, I wouldn't even have 'real you for me' version. There's no Heaven for dead angels."

"You can't possibly know that."

"Yes, I can. Angels were created to serve eternally. We were not created to die. What's happening for the last couple of years is unheard of. We're decimated. And yet, not one of my brothers suddenly returned to Heaven."

"I don't want to speak about that anymore. You can't die, Cas. I can't lose you."

"I know, I won't. There's one more thing. I know you don't like to hear it, but I really want to tell you this."

"What is it?" – He asked suspiciously.

"It's about the feelings I have for you."

Dean flinched but then turned to kiss an angel.

"No shit!" – He kissed him again. – "Cas, it's not that I don't want to hear it... It's just that I'm not good at that, you know? And back then I was pissed and desperate for you not to leave me. And now… I don't want to speak of feelings and then let you go to the war. Why don't we postpone this touchy feely crap until the war's done and I can have you for good?"

Cas frowned and tilted his head confusedly.

"You are such a confusing human being, Dean…" – He muttered. – "But I suppose you're right, we'll have time for those things later."

"Cas, I do want to ask you something."

"Sure."

"Remember when you told Sammy angels don't fall in love?"

"Yes. I thought you wanted me to tell him that."

"Well… I don't know. I kind of did, but I also wanted to tell him the truth. I don't like lying to him."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because… I don't want to share this with anyone. I'm actually happy Cas and it scares me shitless. Happiness doesn't last you know…"

"It will. I'll do everything I can for you to be happy."

"I know you will. Anyway, about that thing you said to Sammy – you know where angels don't fall in love. Was that true?"

"It used to be. I have never met anyone who would have fallen in love with a human. I have never loved human before. I don't know… I thought that maybe falling and becoming closer to humans changed me enough to be capable of this feeling, but… Well maybe I was always capable of it? Maybe this is why my brothers and sisters had fallen before? Maybe that's what behind the free will – the ability to love?"

"Or the ability to have amazing sex!" – Dean laughed to lighten the mood a little. – "Speaking about sex – do you realize it's been a month since we last had sex?"

"No it hasn't." – Cas shook his head. – "It's been fourteen minutes."

"Cas!" – Dean rolled his eyes. – "Before this time."

"Oh. Yes, it did seem a long time, didn't it?"

"It was an eternity!" – Dean growled. – "I don't like it. I want to have you much more than once a month."

"I think you will. We're winning now. The war shouldn't last too long."

"Yeah, yeah. But in the mean time, before your freakin' war's over we have to think of something. I miss you like crazy! And I really, really need to get laid…"

"How about we do it now?" – Cas grinned.

"Don't tempt me, angel. I'm serious – you have to come to me for a longer time."

"I know. I want to, really. But I'm usually in the middle of the battle or I'm going to it or I'm searching for Balthazar and if I leave, I leave my brothers behind to fight my battles."

"Ok, ok, but still – once a month!"

"I'll do my best."

"Fine." – He growled again.

"So how about now?" – Cas asked again and Dean rolled over onto him.

"Now is perfect."