Warning: This chapter is pure smut.

Chapter 22:The Glow of Happiness

One week later, found Dean and Castiel in the living room, watching a movie. Dean trying his best to explain to Castiel the fact that if it's entertainment, it doesn't have to be one-hundred percent accurate. Castiel arguing the point so much, that Dean was convinced he was doing it on purpose, just to rile him up.

"It's entertainment, Cas." Dean yelled exasperatedly at his friend. "Physics don't apply in movie land."

"Well, then they should." Castiel argued back, pointing at the screen. "Because that is wrong. He should be dead."

"He can't die. He's the hero." Dean pointed out, throwing his arm out to the guy as well.

"So?" Castiel questioned, looking as if that was not important. "Someone else can always take his place. One has to fall for another to gain their strength. Just because someone's the hero, doesn't mean he has to be the one to survive."

"What?" Dean asked, dumbstruck. "Of course, he has to survive. People want to see the hero win, not die and put the burden on someone else." He told Castiel in indignation.

"But that doesn't make sense." Castiel argued, Dean noticing a small smile on his face. He knew it.

"Cas, no, just no." Dean said, waving his hand in front of himself in cut off gestures. "I'm done arguing with you. It's obvious your not taking this seriously." He said, turning back to the movie. Noticing he'd missed another explosion.

John came in and looked at the screen, then noticing that Dean and Castiel where in the room, he turned around and left. Dean paid no mind to it. John had been avoiding him for the past couple days. Whether waiting for Dean to apologize, or not able to face him again. Dean didn't know. What he did know was that he wasn't ready to apologize, and he wasn't going to until John did himself. Until then, he was perfectly content pretending the guy didn't exist.

He found several ways of doing so. He avoided the garage, which his father seemed to have shut himself in. He made meals, and asked Sam to take them to John for him. Sam giving him pointed looks as he did so, while Dean ignored the look. He would hide himself in his room for several hours.

Unfortunately, their argument had not stopped John's habit of nightly checks. Though he did stop just letting himself in Dean's room. Which Dean thought was a huge improvement. This meant that he could leave, or Castiel could come in. Either way, he slept well, with a warm body next to him.

Dean looked up as Castiel stood up, and stretched. Raising his arms high, his shirt riding up to expose a small amount of his stomach and hips, Dean swallowing at the sight. Castiel walked out of the room, and down the hall, Dean watching him go, torn between the movie, and following him. He sat back to watch the movie for a moment, thinking.

Castiel had been walking very well for the past few days, keeping with his promise to take it easy. His leg seeming to have healed, and he didn't act like he was in pain anymore. Dean having a slight suspicion that a small amount of that could have been due to his grace. The movie still had a few minutes left on it, then it would be late enough he could pass off going to bed believably. He watched it, but his mind wasn't focused on it.

It was focused on the man that had just walked out of the room. Turning off the movie, Dean double checked the time to see that it was believable he would go to bed. He stood and walked out of the room, coming face to face with his father.

John looked like he was about to say something, but thought better of it. He closed his mouth and turned his head. Dean shook his head, and looked at Sam, who was watching them both like he wanted to punch them.

"I going to bed." Dean told Sam, and walked out of the room. Sam rolling his eyes, and turning back to his laptop.

Dean turned away from his father, and walked swiftly to his room. Finding Castiel already there, and sitting on the bed. Book in hand, and watching Dean as if he where expecting him.

"I thought you would have at least finished your movie." Castiel said, closing his book and laying it down on the bedside table.

"Nah." Dean said with a smile. Walking over to his bed. "Why would I watch the movie, when I know your here, alone." He said, leaning down to brush his lips against Castiel's for a brief moment. "It's really hard to stay interested in a movie, when I know your in my bed." He said, giving Castiel a flirtatious smile, and lifting his eyebrows suggestively. Castiel seeming to get his meaning as he smiled.

"You need not worry about me, Dean." Castiel flirted, pressing his lips to Dean's for a quick moment, before continuing. "After all, I am perfectly capable of entertaining myself." He stated, Dean smiling at the innuendo.

"Yeah, I got that when you gave me such a nice look at those delicious looking hips." He said, moving to straddle Castiel's hips.

"I had no idea you had cannibalistic tendencies Dean." Castiel said with a smile. Dean stopping in bewilderment for a moment, then remembering his wording. He couldn't help but laugh at that, as he thought about a decent comeback.

"I would only ever eat you, Cas." Dean said, trying for a seductive tone. However, it seemed to have not worked, because Castiel started laughing to. Something Dean never wanted to stop as his laugh was deep and guttural, filled with mirth. It was the most wonderful sound he'd ever heard.

"In what way, is that supposed to be sexy?" Castiel asked, watching Dean with a smile.

"In what way is bringing up cannibalism sexy?" Dean countered, looking straight into Castiel's eyes. Giving a slight peck of his lips on Castiel's nose.

"I am not the one who said my hips looked delicious." Castiel defended himself as Dean started to kiss down his neck.

"That's because they are." Dean stated, hands going down to the hem of Castiel's shirt, playing at the skin under it. "I want to taste them." He said, before taking Castiel's mouth in his own in a deep kiss. Castiel snorting in laughter before they parted, turning his face away.

"That was bad." He said before latching onto Dean's neck. Sucking the skin there, as if he where trying to suck his blood through his skin.

Dean sighed at the feel of Castiel's tongue running over his neck, licking on the hickey he'd just made there. Dean ground his hips down on Castiel's, adding some friction to the feeling. His erection growing quickly. It had been so long since they'd done this, and his dick was showing a great amount of interest.

He ran his hands over Castiel's bare chest, under his shirt. Finding a nipple and giving it a slight pinch before rolling it between his fingers. He found Castiel's lips again, licking his tongue into his partners mouth, feeling the vibrations from Castiel's throat as he groaned at Dean's ministrations. He could feel Castiel's hands sliding up his thighs, squeezing them as he got closer to Dean's groin.

Dean broke away from Castiel, who chased his lips with his own. He grabbed the bottoms of Castiel's shirt, and pulled it over his head. Taking in the sight. He'd seen Castiel naked before, helping him with his bathes while his leg was broken. But that was kept very innocent. Now he could see, Castiel's skin had turned pink with the extra blood flow through his skin and the heat surrounding him. His chest rising and falling with his pants as Dean ground his groin down on Castiel's.

He cupped Castiel's face with his hands, giving him slow, deep kiss. Hoping to convey everything he felt for his Angel in it. He had never been good with words, but this he could do. Castiel reciprocating the kiss with just as much enthusiasm. Grabbing Dean by the back of the neck, pulling him closer. Castiel's other hand, trailing down the hem of his shirt, and pulling up.

They broke apart as Dean's shirt went over his head. He lifted his arms, taking it off fully before throwing it to the other side of the room. Pressing into Castiel again, bringing their chests together for skin on skin contact. Dean felt the heat radiating off of Castiel as he kissed him deeply, sliding their chests together before moving down.

He sucked on Castiel's ear, receiving several small gasps in response, before he traveled down further. Down Castiel's neck, and throat, paying special attention to his pressure point. Castiel letting out several gasps and whimpers as he bit down. Licking over the bite to sooth the area, he continued down his neck to his collarbone, leaving heated kisses on the skin he pass.

Dean could feel Castiel's hands trailing up and down his skin. Leaving a burning pleasure behind everywhere he touched. He could feel Castiel's lips landing on every surface they could reach, missing the feeling as he traveled down. He felt Castiel grab his ass in a tight grip, groaning at the strength of it. Reciprocating with more light touches, and kissing every inch of skin he found as he traveled down. Giving each nipple as much time as he had the patience for, as he licked and sucked on the pert buds. Palming Castiel's groin as he did so, making the Angel moan as he applied pressure.

"Your beautiful like this, Cas." Dean said, as he continued down Castiel's stomach. Licking into his belly button as Castiel gave a slight whimper, telling Dean that it was a soft spot. Putting that information aside for later. Dean played at the buttons on Castiel's jeans, which had grown tented and tight over his midsection.

"Deeeean." Castiel pleaded as Dean played with his button.

"What is it?" Dean asked, running his hands along the front of Castiel's pants.

"Stop teasing me." Castiel ordered, eyes blown with lust. Voice deepening with need, and oh, how Dean loved that sound.

Dean smiled as he mouthed at Castiel's boxers. He was about to pull them off his lover's hips, but then he heard footsteps in the hall. He cursed, and got up quickly, to turn off the lamp. Holding a hand over Castiels mouth to keep him quiet until the foot steps had disappeared down the halls. He let out a breath of relief, kissing Castiel greedily before going back down to his previous actions.

Putting his hands on both sides of Castiel's boxers, he started to pull them down. Castiel raising his hips to allow the fabric to be pulled off his legs. Dean taking a moment to appreciate the view laid out before him. Castiel bare, with his skin slightly reddened down his body. His sculpted muscles lending proof that Castiel had a swimmers body. His penis fully erect and dripping at his tip. Dean taking in the full size of it and leaning down to lick up the vein, before swiping his tongue over the head, licking off the pre-cum that had collected there.

Castiel tasted bitter, and salty in his mouth. A taste he was not quite ready to be done with. He licked the head again, extracting another moan from the man beneath him, before taking the entire thing in his mouth. He slurped around it, bobbing his head over the length for a few moments before he felt Castiel lay a hand on his shoulder, he popped of Castiel who let out a slightly displeased moan when he stopped. But he seemed to want to say something.

"Dean, unless you want this to end soon, you may want to stop." He warned, running his hand through Dean's hair.

Dean stood up, and unbuttoned his own pants. Pushing them over his hips and letting them fall to his ankles before stepping out of them. His own erection slapping him against his stomach. No, he did not want this to end yet. He had more plans, he thought as he leaned down over Castiel. Connecting their lips in a heated kiss, wanting Castiel to taste himself on his tongue.

"Okay Cas." He said, reaching to his nightstand, and pulling open the top draw to retrieve the bottle of lube he had purchased while he was out a few weeks ago, and a condom. "Do you want this?" He asked, looking at Castiel in the eye.

As an answer, Castiel leaned closer, taking his head in his hands and holding him there as he explored his mouth with his tongue. They broke apart, Castiel's eyes showing no hesitance, silently giving Dean permission. Dean leaned in again for a quick kiss, before he opened the bottle, and poured a liberal amount onto his fingers. He hadn't done this in awhile, but he knew how.

"This is going to sting a bit at first." He told Castiel as he rubbed the substance over his fingers, trying to warm it up. He circled a finger around Castiel's opening before inserting a single digit up to his first nuckle. Watching Castiel's face for any indication of pain. Seeing none, he pushed the rest of the finger in, and stalling to let his lover adjust.

He started pumping the finger in and out slowly, as Castiel controlled his breathing. He began to move his finger in small circles, looking for that spot that would make Castiel stutter and moan. Castiel giving a slight jump when he found it, his breath hitching in his throat.

"You like that?" Dean asked, leaning in to whisper in Castiel's ear, tongue flicking out to lick at the lobe.

"Yes." Castiel answered breathless. Sucking on Dean's chin for a moment. "Keep going."

Dean didn't need to be told twice, as he began to pump his finger in earnest. Extracting every sound he could from Castiel he could, before adding a second digit. He began to pump his fingers into Castiel, scissoring him to stretch him out as much as he could. Moving his fingers in a quick cricking motion every so often to hit that spot that made Castiel scratch along his skin in pleasure. Adding another finger when he could move in him easily.

"Dean, I'm ready." Castiel prompted, meeting every thrust Dean made with his fingers.

"I don't want to hurt you." Dean explained, adding more lube to his fingers before returning them to Castiel's hole.

"And I don't want to reach completion before you are in me." Castiel pleaded, and good lord was that hot.

Dean nodded, and removed his fingers. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under Castiel's hips, giving him better elevation, and a better angle. He grabbed the condom, ripping open the package and rolling it over his dick, groaning as he added a bit more lube to his neglected member.

He lined himself up with Castiel's opening, he looked into those clear eyes as he pushed himself in. He groaned at the pressure surrounding him as he buried himself up to the head. He wanted to go deeper, but he wanted to make sure Castiel wasn't in any pain. Castiel's breath had picked up, but he nodded at Dean's questioning look. Telling him that he was ready.

Dean pushed himself in deeper, moaning as the warmth engulfed him fully. Castiel was so tight and hot, it took everything he had, not to come right there. Once seated completely into Castiel, he waited, letting Castiel adjust to his full size. God, he wanted to move. Castiel was so tight, he knew he wasn't going to last long after waiting as long as he had.

"You alright?" Dean asked, his voice ragged. Breathes coming in pants.

"Yes, just move Dean." Castiel told him, his voice wrecked as well.

Dean didn't need to be told twice, pulling out of Castiel slowly. Reveling in the feel of it, before snapping his hips forward again. Berrying himself fully in Castiel, back into the warmth and pleasure. He repeated his movements, slow and deliberate, looking for Castiel's prostate as he thrust back into him.

He then heard Castiel moan, arching his back as he found what he was looking for. Knowing where to hit, Dean pulled back again, and snapped his hips at the same angle as before. Pulling another moan from Castiel, who's hands where wrapped around his back. Leaving scratches as he ran them down his skin. Dean's paced picking up at the feel of Castiel's nails leaving marks on his back. His skin glowing, literally, with his pleasure. Dean not knowing why he found that incredibly hot, but he did.

Dean was lost in Castiel as he found his rhythm, pounding into Castiel with the slapping of skin. This feeling was covering him and filling him all at once. The pleasure of having his Angel under him, wreathing in ecstasy. Moaning his name, punctuated by small gasps and quiet moans. Dean's own moans mixing with his lover's, as he said Castiel's name over and over, a whisper on his lips.

He could feel the familiar warmth in his stomach building up, telling him he was close. He reached down, and grabbed Castiel's dick between his slicked fingers. Pumping his fist over it in time with his thrust. Castiel stopped making noises, having trouble catching his breath as his orgasm racked over him. Dean watching the white strips shoot over his stomach and chest, covering his hands.

"That's it, Cas." Dean said as he pumped Castiel through it, his own movement's becoming erratic as he became closer. "Oh, your so good, Cas." He said, leaning down to kiss greedily into his mouth. Breaking away, and moaning loud as his own slammed out of him, coming long and hard, seated deep inside of Castiel.

Thrusting into his lover a few more times as he road through it. Coming down from his high with panting breaths. He practically collapsed on his Angel as he finished, feeling shaky lips press against his neck. He looked down at Castiel, eyes lidded in happy sedation. He kissed him on the forehead, before pulling himself out and dis guarding the condom.

He smiled as Castiel curled into him. No intention of moving anytime soon. He laid down, wrapping his arms around Castiel's waist, happy that he was here. That there where no big monsters to worry about, at the moment at least. He was drifting off to sleep when he heard foot steps outside his door again. For now, his secret was still safe.

John sat in his room, staring up at the ceiling with a blank look. He hadn't spoken with Dean in several days. He'd tried a few times, but the only thing he'd managed to do was let out a grunt. Dean seemingly unimpressed with his behavior, choosing to ignore him in most cases.

But what was really bothering him was Castiel. Who seemed to be getting along fine with Dean, as he walked around without that cast. John had found the remnants of it in the trash the day after. Which just added a whole new level of pissed off. Castiel, however, had seemed to take the hint. Avoiding John just as much as Dean, maybe even more.

He couldn't understand what Dean's problem was though. Yes, he'd pointed a loaded weapon at his friend, and maybe that had been a bit over kill. But the safety was on, and he'd had no intention of actually shooting the guy.

He had thought on Sam's words a lot, not quite getting the cryptic message his son had given him. Though he thought the answer should be obvious. The way Sam had said it, made it seem so. But he couldn't understand why Sam had brought Mary into this.

It bore no resemblance to their situation. He loved Mary, would have done anything for her. Sure they had had their problems, but they still loved each other. If someone had put a gun to her head, he would have killed them, assuming Mary didn't get to them first. She had tried to hide it, but she was one tough cookie.

But how the Hell would that apply to this situation? It wasn't like Dean was in love with Castiel or anything.

Or was he?

John had to admit, he'd started to think that maybe Dean was trying to tell him something when he'd mentioned the possibility of him being gay, or rather, bi. But he'd said he wasn't, or rather, he avoided the question. Was Dean interested in guys? And if he was, did that mean he liked Castiel?

'No'. John thought. Even if Dean did go for guys, there was no way he would fall for someone like Castiel. They where completely opposite in everything. Where Dean was messy, Castiel was a neat freak. Dean was brash, and crude. Castiel was calm and articulate. Where Dean was into cars, and hunting, Castiel was into books and whatever else the guy was into. It wasn't like they had anything in common. Hell, Castiel had more in common with Sam, then he did Dean.

Besides, Castiel was weird. Dean would never go for someone like him, even if he did like guys. They where just friends, that was it. No, Dean was probably just mad because John had threatened to shoot his friend, and ignored proper gun safety rules. The very rules that he himself had forced into his head at the tender age of six.

So why the Hell was Dean acting so weird?

He had no idea, but Dean was more likely to continue ignoring him until he said something first. The boy was as stubborn as his mother, and twice the asshole. It was likely he could keep this up until Hell freezes over. Sam is trying to help, but so far there was no movement on either end. John could be just as stubborn as Dean.

Though he was starting to feel lonely in the garage all day. Dean would only go in there when he left. Leaving when he would come in, without even looking at him. Probably going to talk with his friend. Which was what was really making John angry. He was family, Dean should be willing to listen to him above that friend of his.

John still had no idea why the Hell he was still here anyway. His cast was off, he should be fine to go now. Maybe he should sit with the guy and let him know that he was no longer needed here. Dean was doing fine, and it's not like he was helping...John had to stop himself there.

Dean was doing better, yes. But it was Castiel who was there to calm him from his hallucinations. He was the one Dean talked to about anything he needed. Now he wasn't a big fan of talking about feelings, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate that it was good for people to do so. Besides, if he did that, he would be proving Dean right.

Maybe he was being hard on the weird little guy. He's done nothing but try to help them since he's been there. Even setting aside a few books for John to try and figure out what it is that brought him back, though he was no closer to solving that mystery. He didn't even know what it was he didn't like about the guy, but he couldn't deny that he'd been a big help to them.

Maybe he should go to apologize to him, he was the one that put a gun in his face. Castiel had no intention of harming him, he was just trying to get rid of a big, cumbersome piece of plaster that was slowing him down. He was the oldest in the place, he should be the bigger man here, and be the first one to let everything go.

Thank you all for your patience. I know it's a bit late, but I had a fun birthday. In return, you get some smut. Next chapter is going to be putting Sam in an awkward position, that will make you giggle. So keep an eye out for that. In fact, the next one will have a bit more Sam torture. I know he's not in this fic enough, but that's because he's the sane one in all this. Eventually he's going to get tired of it.

Well, hope you enjoyed. Have a good night.