I've kind of lost some inspiration with this, tbh. Let me know if I should keep going. I still can't write sex. 333

Some time passed and amazingly, things got somewhat back to normal. Dean received A's and B's on all his midterms, including a B- on his social theory midterm. He hadn't bothered to ask Castiel for tutoring in awhile. He didn't need it, or maybe he didn't want to ask Castiel for help on anything anymore. Castiel came to lunch with him, Charlie, and Jo the Wednesday after his episode at the bar and Jo and Charlie were fantastic, talking to Castiel like nothing had happened, being super nice and encouraging, even teasing the two of them a little bit about how they held hands under the table. Dean was grateful to his friends, who knew without asking not to begrudge Castiel about what happened at the bar. Dean simply told Jo that the liquor had ignited some post-traumatic stress issues that night.

Despite the hand-holding, after the day in the park, the physical element of their emerging relationship came to almost a grinding halt. Dean didn't touch Castiel too much out of fear of triggering some sort of negative reaction in him. Dean knew innately that this is exactly what Castiel expected to happen, because he didn't push it. He let Dean initiate everything and he didn't react with too much enthusiasm, even though Dean saw the discreet boners and heard his breathy little sighs every time they kissed.

It was another Friday, and the two of them were sitting in Castiel's apartment, which Castiel had cleaned impeccably sometime while Dean wasn't around. The walls were still bare, but Castiel had purchased a new DVD player, new dishes and Dean never said a word to him about the paintings. He did notice that Castiel had set up an easel in the corner and was working on something new, but this time he was working with charcoal and pencils. Dean asked him about it a few times, but Castiel just said "he wasn't sure what it was going to become." Dean figured that was good enough for him. He just hoped Castiel wouldn't end up shredding that piece of work too.

"I love Halloween." Castiel said, watching Michael Myers stab a woman around their age in the heart.

Dean cringed a little bit. These days, he hated Halloween. Right now it was October 30 and Sam was 2000 miles away, about to turn 22. Although Dean hadn't been there, he knew that Sam had spent his last birthday locked in a room in a mental hospital. Dean was calling him regularly again, even though it killed him every time. He spoke to his mother too, who insisted that Sam was doing as well as he could. She also insisted that Dean come home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. He couldn't give her an answer.

Michael Myers dragged the woman by her hair down a flight of stairs, while she screamed in a fake, exaggerated way.

"She sucks." Dean said, taking a swig of his beer. "I mean, seriously, she was just stabbed in the heart and now she's being dragged the stairs to a certain death. You'd think she'd have more terror on her face."

Dean lazily draped his arm around Castiel's shoulder. He felt Castiel tense up a little bit, and then snuggle up against him. Dean smiled silently. These were the moments he lived for right now, these small moments, when it was just the two of them and he could tell Castiel's mind was quiet.

Michael Myers slit the woman's throat and she died horribly. Or at least that is what they wanted you to think.

"At least they ended her suffering." Cas commented. "You know, they always kill the worst actresses the quickest."

Dean snorted. "Go figure. You know, Sammy loves these damn movies as much as you do. We used to watch them religiously around this time of year. Personally, I prefer the Jason movies."

"Jason Voorhees is a deaf mute with mommy issues." Castiel said, wrinkling his nose.

"So? Michael Myers is a deaf mute with babysitter issues. Same thing, you know. At least Jason got to go to frickin' space. Now that is bad ass." Dean said, grinning. He leaned forward and set his empty beer bottle on the coffee table.

"Jason X is the worst movie ever." Castiel cried. "You can't call going to space in that steaming pile of crap 'bad ass.' That movie's utter existence is a slap in the face to every good Jason movie in the series. Now, you want camp? Freddy versus Jason. I actually got a kick out of that one."

Dean laughed. "You're defending Freddy versus Jason, yet you insult Jason X? Cas, baby, they're on the exact same level! Made for the same reasons."

Castiel just shook his head. "Do not argue horror trivia or the merits of these films with me, Winchester. I will win every time. I suggest you give up now. "

Dean just laughed and reached down and kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Fine. You win." He murmured.

Castiel reached up and planted a kiss on his mouth. Dean kissed him back as chastely as he could, even though the room was dark, the other man was warm and relaxed against him and Dean couldn't help but notice how Castiel looked , how he smelled, and how badly all of these things were making him want to touch him all over.

Cas shimmied up and wrapped both his arms around Dean's neck and kissed him again, this time deeper and with more need. Dean pulled him close and kissed him back, telling himself that it would be okay if he touched him, that he wouldn't break from a couple of kisses. He felt Castiel's tongue slip into his mouth and Dean twined his fingers around the back of his neck, raking his fingers through his hair. The two of them sat there, making out like teenagers in a movie theater, and before he knew it, they were horizontal on the couch, Dean's body flush against Castiel's, who felt so diminutive, yet also so solid, beneath him. They grinded against each other, kissing deeply, hands everywhere, in places they had never been before. Castiel was making those low, breathy moans and god, Dean wanted him so fucking badly right now that he knew he was going to have trouble stopping himself.

"Dean." He breathed. "Please."

"Cas. Oh God, Cas, I want you so much. You have no fucking idea how badly I want you." He groaned, kissing his throat, his mouth, the top of his shoulder, unable to detach his mouth from any part of Castiel and make the right decision.

"Please. I want you too. I'm not going to break. I swear, I won't break. I just… god, I need you." Castiel whimpered, his breath hot in Dean's ear.

"Cas… I don't know…" Dean breathed. Cas interrupted him by kissing him again, moving against him in a way that was unbelievably tantalizing.

"Dean. I know you want to. You've been so good, so careful. I know you're not going to hurt me. Please." He whispered, his face so close that Dean felt those long eyelashes brushing against his cheek.

"Goddamnit, Cas." He groaned, kissing him again.

"What do you say we take this show somewhere more comfortable?" Cas muttered, toying with Dean's belt, and then taking it off.

It didn't take much more than that to convince him. They were off the couch and in Castiel's bed in seconds. Dean was surprised at how completely natural it felt and how all of his reservations melted away as soon as they began to fuck, make love, or whatever phrase you used to describe the best and most fulfilling sex of your life. Castiel was loud, screaming the words "fuck" and "please" over and over again and Dean was pleased to discover that Castiel was quite adept with his mouth and plenty flexible, just as he had imagined during his masturbatory alone time. They crashed and moved against each other like waves, and when it was over, Castiel was still intact.

Afterward, they lay in bed naked, snuggling, and Dean was sure in this moment that he had become a woman.

"That was exactly what I needed." Castiel murmured. "God, these last two weeks have been torture."

Dean chuckled. They had been for him too.

"You need to quit trying to be so good around me." Castiel added. "Dean, I told you, I won't break."

Dean leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. "I think I can manage that from now on, Cas."

"What do you want to do tomorrow? Since it's a Saturday and everything, I figured we could go out. Charlie mentioned that her band's playing a show in Portland. There could even be costumes?" He said hopefully.

"Oooh. Costumes? You tease. You really like Halloween, don't you?" Dean said with a laugh.

"It's my favorite holiday." Castiel admitted. "I love pretending I'm someone else for a night. I don't know, it's fun."

"You don't need to pretend to be anyone but Cas in a French maid uniform or something. You are perfect just the way you are."

"French maid costume? Oh Dean, that's disgusting! What, have you watched every cliché porno ever made?" Castiel said, actually grimacing.

Dean laughed again. "You sounded just like Jo there. Keep that up and we'll never do this again."

Castiel actually laughed at the jab, which made Dean feel better than he could possibly describe.

"I have something I need to do in the morning. Maybe you could come with me after we wake up? Then we can pick out some last minute costumes." Dean murmured.

"Are you actually going to spend the night?" Castiel asked, sounding a little shocked.

"I think so, yeah, if that's okay with you." Dean said. He'd been planning on it, anyway. Sex like that always made him want to pass out. He supposed he was still a typical dude in that way.

"I'd love that." Castiel said. "Oh God, I'd love that. Whatever you want to do tomorrow, I'm game."

"Actually, anything you want to do, I'm game. Even if there aren't French maid costumes involved." He said.