Chapter 26

All I can say is, enjoy this short chapter. It's all Destiel.

WARNING: it's so fluffy you could die, let's hope you don't.

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I want to breathe in the open wind

I want to kiss like lovers do

I want to dive into your ocean

Is it raining with you

~Here Comes The Rain Again by Eurhythmics

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A drop of sweat streamed from his forehead down to his chin, his flush pink lips parted slightly as he gasped feeling his hand tremble, his chest fell and rose in a careful manner as he gripped it firmly giving each stroke carefully up and down upon the smooth layer. A pair of forest green eyes met his, his pupils dilated, impatient, eager, loving and they smiled at him as the boy reached a hand towards the other's body softly placing his fingertips on his elbow. Their lips met once for a brief moment until the other continued stroking with fervour, a passion built inside his soul as he fixed his eyes upon his love, his Adonis; his lips parted again letting out a small gasp feeling a wet drip on his palm and he clumsily wiped it on the sheet close to him.

"You're really good, you know." Dean smiled at the younger boy wiping a salty droplet from his brow. "But you need to get less distracted, you got it all over your hands."

"It is not wholly my fault, Dean, your face is quite distracting. I am not as good as I ought to be. Do you like it?" Castiel spoke with expectancy in his eyes, Dean fixed his gaze upon the canvas before him admiring the dexterity of the Castiel's hands and his ability to create such a wonderful piece.

"You're kidding, right? It's really, really amazing. It looks so real, I'm gonna have to take this home." he grinned, Castiel let out a small laugh and shook his head.

"I have to let the teacher see it, Dean, you may have it once it is given back to me." Dean smiled.

"Mum's gonna love this, and you even painted my freckles?"

"It was a difficult painting two-hundred and two freckles on you, Dean." Dean knit his eyebrows at Castiel in confusion.

"You've counted my freckles?" Castiel's shifted his eyes to the floor and his cheeks slightly flushed.

"I- uh- I, yes, I did a long -" Dean interrupted by capturing the younger boy in his arms tightly, Castiel smiled into his boyfriend's neck enjoying his delightful scent.

"You're adorable, you know." he smiled still holding Castiel.

" My cumbersome behaviour is endearing to you? If you think so." the blue-eyed boy smiled.

"I do." he gave his boyfriend a chaste kiss before letting go of him. "Come on, let's get you out of the sun, you're sweating more than I am." he laughed.

"I am not accustomed spending much time outdoors." he shrugged.

"I can see that. Are you hungry? I want pie."

"Pie sounds good at the moment." he smiled remembering the first time Dean and he shared a piece of pie. "I will not share if you only get a slice." he smirked, Dean gasped as if hurt smiling with his eyes.

"Love you too, Cass." he chuckled, Castiel smiled as he gathered his canvas, brushes and oil paints while Dean folded the easel carefully and put it in the trunk of the Impala.

It was one of the few days of October when the sun shone brightly allowing the temperature to rise up to twenty-seven degrees Celsius, the skies were clear mostly of clouds allowing the purity of the blue a view of the earth below, the wind blew calmly carrying along the scent of the meadow, mesquite, bluebonnet, prairie primroses, yuccas and among others. There was a small mere extending over a mile, the water was clear, calm, pure and untouched by human hands since it was far in the countryside. The idyllic scenery still remained when everything else advanced, always the pureness of the flora, the fauna, the blue skies above, the clean air and the virgin waters; Dean had visited this place seldom as a kid while visiting his grandparents. The rustic lives of the Winchesters fascinated him in a way but he mostly loved the apple, cherry and blueberry pies his grandmother baked and he would get in trouble for stealing her pies as she placed them by the window allowing them to cool down enough to eat. The two boys sat at the round table in the kitchen each with a plate in front of them devouring a slice of the delectable apple pie.

"Have you ever mounted a horse?" Dean asked while finishing his last bit of pie, Castiel rose his gaze meeting older boy's.

"I don't recall ever being close to one, no, I haven't." Dean smiled at this already planning ideas in his head.

"Great, I'm gonna teach you." Castiel widened his eyes.

"Right now?"

"Yeah, after you finish your pie." Castiel looked at his plate and he still had half a slice of pie.

"I can eat it later." he gave Dean a faint smile.

"No, Cass, go ahead and finish your pie."

"I do not want to make you wait."

"Hey, I don't mind, really." Dean shrugged, Castiel nodded and continued eating his pie. "Did you ever meet Brunello?" he smiled wide.

"Brunello?" Castiel tilted his head slightly.

"Yeah, you never met him? Black horse?" he grinned.

"I never left the house the times I visited with Gabriel." he smiled.

"Oh." Dean frowned, "I want you to meet him."

Brunello had always accompanied the young boy on his many adventures exploring the land; he was an Arabian horse with, his soft pelt was dark as a raven, always shining in the sun or moonlight, his tail was long and graceful, his eyes dark like his pelt and beautiful. His father had taught him from an early age to mount a horse and Brunello had been chosen being only a colt, Dean knew Brunello more than anyone and the steed would allow anyone but the boy to mount him. The two boys stood inside the stable staring at Brunello, Dean was quite proud of him, Castiel stood wide eyed tempted to touch the animal yet anxious.

"Go ahead." Dean motioned towards Brunello, "He's not aggressive, besides, he already likes you."

"How can you tell?"

"Believe me, when he doesn't like someone he won't shut up." Dean chuckled.

"Has he ever done that?" Castiel reached to touch Brunello's soft pelt.

"Yeah, to Gabriel but hey, it was his fault." he smirked.

"What did he do?"

"He ate his sugar cubes, I think they dislike each other until this day."

"Gabriel would do such thing." he let out a small laugh as he stroked Brunello gently.

"Come on, boy, I want you to show Cass how awesome you are." he opened the gate letting the animal out, Castiel stood aside watching as Dean put the double seat saddle on him adjusting it carefully. He then extended his hand towards the blue-eyed boy in invitation, Castiel hesitated first but trusted Dean and took his hand.

"Let's get you mounted." he kissed Castiel gently on the cheek before instructing him how to mount Brunello.

He felt the breeze caress his face, the scents of nature tickling his nostrils along with the scent of Dean which he was proper familiarised with, his heart pounded in his chest feeling the warmth of Dean's body upon his, his hands around Castiel's waist, his hairs stood on end as he felt the hot breath of the boy he loved on his neck. The vast field extending upon miles seeming to meet the skies at a distance, Brunello cantered upon it as Dean instructed it and Castiel was not frightened to ride a horse for the first time as long as he felt Dean's body close to his and his voice relating his childhood memories; they made him smile, feel as though despite the whole damn world turned inside out some were capable of enjoying life as it is creating the sweetest of memories out of nothing . He closed his eyes sealing in his heart the moment, treasuring inside something he never thought would have; happiness, never imagined the emptiness in his heart would one day be replaced by a boy named Dean Winchester.

They lay on the grass as the stars above twinkled admiring them, the distance between the sky to earth and their bodies seemed equal but neither dared to move closer fearing it improper or invading each other's space. Castiel counted the stars one by one though he knew it was impossible to know the exact number, it amazed him how God had created so many yet knew each by their names; he was one of the billions in that dark mass as was Dean, some were closer than others, some were so distant they seemed lonely.

"Dean," he spoke softly as he turned his head towards his love, Dean turned his gaze upon the blue eyes staring at him.

"Yeah?" he answered in a whisper.

"Do you see me in your future?" he kept his voice soft, Dean moved closer to Castiel placing a hand on the boy's face and supporting himself on his elbow, he caressed Castiel's cheek gently with his thumb as he stared into those entrancingly blue eyes reflecting the stars above.

"You are my future, Castiel Novak." he leaned closer to the boy's face, "I want you to be a Winchester, I want to make you mine, open my eyes in the morning and see your face next to me. I love you and I will until I'm no longer alive." he could feel his heart beat uncontrollably in his chest, it hurt, it hurt to love someone this much to the extent that even holding them close was not enough but he did what he knew could simply ease the ache; he kissed Castiel softly keeping his hand upon the boy's cheek, their bodies pressed against each other feeling their heat, feeling as their hearts pounded loudly inside, their hands tangled, their lips not desiring to ever part for they were the closest they could be, could express their emotions better than words.

Dean felt the tip of Castiel's tongue upon his bottom lip, shocks of electricity travelled throughout his body causing his lips to part and was surprised yet pleased when he felt that tongue enter his mouth; Castiel felt confident of what to do, his being yearned for this that it hurt, he moved his tongue against the other enjoying the sweet taste of his mouth, feeling entirely, memorising with his tongue everything Dean was. The heat made him tremble, the electrifying currents in his veins made him shudder, his tongue traced a pattern upon the ceiling of Dean's mouth making a groan escape from the boy, Castiel wondered for a moment its meaning yet continued to do just as before.

"Cas..." Dean pulled away after a moment, Castiel opened his eyes in confusion at Dean, "I- I'm sorry, let's not do this." He moved away from the younger boy sitting up with his knees close to his chest.

"I am sorry, Dean." He wondered if what he had done was truly that inexperienced, he felt ashamed and foolish.

"Don't apologise, you didn't do anything wrong." They were silent for a long moment, Castiel stared up the sky while Dean seemed lost in thought. "I don't want you to feel pressured, I don't want to corrupt you." He finally spoke making Castiel fix his gaze on him.

"You could not possibly corrupt me, Dean. Do not say that." He said roughly.

"You're still pure, Cass, I'm not. Haven't been since I turned sixteen." There was an emotion in his features as well as his eyes and Castiel concluded it regret. "As much as I wish to have you, I want to wait, you are really special, Cass." Castiel moved in front of Dean a few inches apart, his eyes lovingly staring into Dean's, their hands intertwined.

"Dean, I must admit I am not ready and I must thank you for the patience you have with me. You are willing to wait for me and I wish I were experienced but I want to learn as time passes, from you." He gave Dean a small smile which he returned.

"Promise me one thing, Cas." He squeezed Castiel's hands gently.

"What would that be?"

"You will marry me." As though his soul had been pulled forward, his heart jumped in his chest, his eyes softened upon the jade ones staring at him expectantly yet lovingly.

"I promise, Dean."

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