Author's Note: The following contains spoilers for Star Trek: Into the Darkness. Also this chapter turned into kind of a book. So make some tea, curl up somewhere and enjoy my last chapter.

The sun disappears behind approaching clouds and the breeze gets cooler. Cas' fingers stay loosely between his as they each get lost in their own thoughts. After a while, he feels a thumb rub over the top of his hand. Dean realizes this is what his heaven was but now it's complete with Cas next to him. They stay like that in comfortable silence until he can't help noticing the darkening sky anymore. His voice sounds too loud when he says, "We need to head back."

"Of course." Cas uncurls his hand and Dean watches him stand. He frowns at his empty hand, wishing he knew where they stood. Brushing his palms off on his jeans, he stands and turns in a circle, looking for the path back to where he parked.

"So I think we-"

Cas kisses him. Just a quick press of lips. Chaste and sweet.

From too close, Cas looks so serious and says, "Thank you. This was very nice, Dean."

"Yeah. Sure, Cas. I'm-I'm glad you liked it." He sounds hoarse. "Um.. I think we came from this way."

He breathes out shallowly as he walks past the angel who turns to walk alongside him. Dean can't take the sudden heavy quiet so he says, "If you want, we can probably watch the second Star Trek when we get back."

"Is Spock going to be in this one as well?"

"Ha! I knew you'd like him."

Cas doesn't argue but smiles as he opens his passenger door.

They drive back listening to a Black Sabbath tape, only stopping to grab take-out. Cas doesn't even protest that he doesn't require it.

When they reach the motel, it's pouring and they get soaked getting to the door. Dean stomps his boots on the cheap mat as he closes the door behind Cas. He pinches his shirt to pull it away from his chest a few times and sets the food down on the small table.

"Hey, think I'll grab a quick-"

Dean completely forgets what he was going to say when he sees Cas pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"My shirt was wet." Cas says as if it was obvious. He starts peeling off the medical tape to inspect the wounds. There's only a small discoloration remaining of what had been an ugly set of burnt gashes.

He's staring. He knows it but he still stands there watching drops rolls down Cas' smooth chest. Lower.. lower.. to catch on the cinched waist of the sweat pants.. barely held up on his angular hips..

"How do they look?" Cas asks.. impassive except for raising his eyebrows.

"Good.." Blinking dumbly, Dean realizes his head is actually bent gawking so he straightens quickly. "You look.. uh good. Healing-wise and all."

Amazing how he used to never think twice about male anatomy..especially his friend's and now he couldn't seem to stop ogling him. He turns and over his shoulder says, "Shower."

Things are so precarious as it is. He's afraid of pushing or making the wrong move. They'd had a moment but Cas didn't say anything about not leaving. As far as he knew, Cas would be gone tomorrow. He felt nauseas at doing anything to keep him from coming back.

Fuck.

Dean took the quickest shower known to man or angel and tried hard not to dwell on lusty thoughts of wet skin.

When he dressed and walked out, Cas was sitting cross-legged on his bed with food boxes spread out over the covers. He'd found another of Dean's tshirts. Zeppelin this time, one of Dean's favorites. The laptop was open and waiting. Dean sits down next to Cas by the headboard without hesitating and with a few clicks they were back in the 23rd century. Cas hands him a takeout box of Lo Mein without taking his eyes off the screen.

It feels.. right. Comfortable and kinda normal in its simplicity. Like what he was always searching for with Lisa and tried to forget he wanted with a one-night stand. Grinning, he starts eating.

Towards the end of the movie, he notices Cas frowning.

"What's a matter?"

"Does Captain Kirk not get jealous of Spock's relationship with the Uhura alien?"

"Uhura's her name. She's human, not everyone's an alien. And why would Kirk be jealous?"

"They are clearly in love. Is monogamy not common in this projected future?" he questions, squinting at the tv.

"What?! No they're not!"

"Should we watch the movie again? I don't mind. Though I would like to finish it first."

"Kirk and Spock are not in love, Cas. It's like a… brotherly thing. Space.. comrades, whatever."

Cas' eyebrows raise thoughtfully.

"It might have begun so, but did you not see Spock as he watches him die? Or as he rushes to avenge his death with Kain?"

"Khan." Dean corrects softly, staring at Cas' lips as he talks. Is Cas purposely drawing allusions to them? Probably not. He seems to be just matter of factly explaining his point to Dean.

"Yes, Khan." Cas turns back to the tv, seemingly unaware of Dean's preoccupied state.

"Dean, you will miss the ending if you do not pay attention. As I recall, there will be a test afterwards." He says all of this with innocence that Dean is beginning to doubt.

Nevertheless, he focuses back on the movie but can't really seem to concentrate on its story anymore.

Cas seems just as engrossed in the next movie he puts on and Dean starts to think he was projecting when he thought Cas was making a connection with the movie. Stupid really. He's just getting tired. Despite his drooping eyes, he doesn't want to go to sleep and miss what could be the last time he saw Cas in a while.

Somewhere during the middle of Back to the Future, he must have done just that though because he's pretty sure he didn't have a naked female alien on him a few minutes ago. He's still on the bed exactly where he had been but now there's an Orion slave girl sitting on his lap and he seems to be.. yep not wearing a stitch on his already hard body. Not the worst dream by a long shot. He'd take this over a Purgatory or Hell flashback any day.

She's tracing his lips with a green finger and pouting seductively. Kissing his chin. Then his throat. He watches her long and tangled orange hair disappear down his torso as she's suddenly between his legs. Smiling, she wraps her soft peach-colored lips around the head of his dick and he closes his eyes. He grunts and thrusts into her mouth, bringing his hand down to grab some of her hair but his fingers slide out too quickly. He's confused for a second until he opens his eyes and sees short hair, dark brown and messy, in his hand. His thumb brushes over a pointed ear. A happy moan, that is much too deep, vibrates around his dick. The mouth pulls off him when Cas looks up, pink lips shiny. He licks them now and when he raises an eyebrow, it's sharply angled.

Dean bolts upright next to Cas. The tv is off but the angel is sitting up against the headboard with legs stretched out just like before. When Dean looks at him in confusion he asks, "What were you dreaming about, Dean?"

He knows his mouth is hanging open but he can't seem to help it. His whole body feels flush and hot. He can still see Cas' Vulcan self.. practically still feel soft lips..

Cas licks his lower lip and looks at him from beneath his eyelashes. "Was it a nightmare?" He asks, all sincerity and concern.. except the sweat pants don't hide much.

Before he can say another cocky word, Dean gets up and crowds him, knees bent on either side of his legs, hands forcing his face to Dean's. He kisses the smile right off his lips.

"Perhaps something more pleasant, then."

"Stop being such a smug sonofabitch."

Dean grins when Cas surges into the kiss, grabbing his hips too hard to grind his groin against him for a second. Dean gasps next to his jaw.. trying to calm down.

"It must have been a very good dream, Dean. It seems as though you are close, already."

Dean rubs his lips along the stubble of his neck and his heart stutters when Cas rocks him against his lap so their dicks rub back and forth through clothing.

"It's just been so long... and you're really good at screwing with me. Fuck!" He gasps again. Everything's happening so quick.

"Screwing with you or just screwing you?" Cas says, voice deep right in his ear, then worries his teeth on Dean's earlobe.

Clutching him tight, Dean actually freaking shivers. Jesus. Between the dream and that voice he feels like he might cum any moment.

"Dean, I don't want you to just give in to the first gratifying sensation you experience. You need to learn patience."

He pulls back to frown at him. Why are they talking again?

"You're not going to let go until I tell you to."

"Something tells me that won't be in the next few minutes."

"You did make it very difficult on me these last few days."

Cas moves his hands under Dean's shirt to bring short nails down over his nipples. "Flaunting your bare chest.."

Claws at his ass through the denim. "Bending over.."

He thrusts upwards and Dean grinds his teeth. "Thinking obscene thoughts at me."

"You deserve exactly what I give you, Dean and I don't believe I should allow you an easy time."

"Yeah Cas. Whatever you want." Shuddering, Dean revels in the friction even as he knows he won't let him finish. He ruts against Cas harder. Harder.

"Stop, Dean."

Fuck. He lets the mounting tension go and stills, hands fisted in his Zeppelin shirt covering Cas' shoulders. When he thinks he can speak again, he barks out, "Why are you wearing this?"

"I know you like it when I wear your clothing."

"Yeah, I really do but I like it even better when you're not wearing anything." Dean puts on his best seductive smile, trying to control the constant demands his body is making. Pounce. Rut. Thrust. Fuck. It's getting harder to stay immobile.

"It will only make it harder on you."

"I don't care." His voices sounds desperate but he doesn't give a shit. Without asking, he grabs the ends of the shirt and pulls upwards. Cas obligingly lifts his arms. Kissing him hungrily again, he rubs Cas' hard cock through the sweat pants before moving backwards, roughly pulling them down his legs.

"You're so goddamn gorgeous, Cas." Dean strokes fingers down his stomach and sharp hips, watching their progress. "I'm so sorry I -"

Cas sits up and kisses him, abruptly cutting him off. It's thorough and intense and Dean almost forgets what he was saying when Cas rasps, "You're sorry, Dean?"

Dean pants and starts, "Yeah, I –"

"Show me how sorry you are." He says, voice rough against his lips.

"Huh?"

"What part are you having trouble understanding?"

Cas' eyes are dark and it's the sudden unyielding tone that has him right back on the fucking brink… but Cas doesn't want him to come so he tries to clear his mind and focus on the very nude angel spread out underneath him. Telling him to..

Cas isn't offering to "help him" or any such shit this time. He's just flat out telling him to do it. Watching him with an unwavering gaze.. waiting.

Dean licks his lips and moves off Cas' lap to sit next to him on the bed. Without thinking about what he's doing too hard, he bends to lick the entire length of him from sack to head. Cas' leg twitches but besides that he doesn't respond. Dean does it again and looks up so Cas can see his eyes this time. He's sucking in breaths shallowly as he watches. Dean knows he's not going to have much finesse with this but he's pretty sure Cas wants to see him show submission, not skill. Dean sucks on the head, slowly twirling his tongue.. always staring upward. Always keeping eye contact. He imagines it will make the act look even more subservient. Sticking his tongue out, he tries to swallow as much as possible, almost gagging. Cas is biting his lip, making steady, quiet "Mmph" noises in the back of his throat with every downward bob. His eyes stay on Dean, despite how he seems to be fighting to keep them from drifting shut.

Dean works his dick steadily deeper.. deeper.. until Cas says, "Enough."

It's hard to give up seeing Cas like this after so long.. the sounds he makes are kinda addictive. When Dean keeps going down.. one, two more times, his hair is gripped tight in a merciless hold and used to pull him up.

"I said enough. Did you not hear me?"

Dean licks his lip free of excess saliva and considers lying.

"Answer me, Dean."

"I heard you."

Cas smiles, cocking an eyebrow. "I savor your obstinacy. You can't seem to help making things so much harder on yourself." His lets go of Dean's hair and brings his thumb down to rub Dean's bottom lip. "Get on your back."

Dean licks out over Cas' thumb before moving back to lie flat. Cas pushes up his shirt and immediately bends over him to lick and nibble a slow path down his chest. Very slow. And with detours. Over his nipples. Ribs. Navel. He unbuttons his jeans and by the time his mouth finally reaches the dip where his groin begins, Dean is shaking. Cas opens his zipper and pulls his cock out through his boxers, but skips the throbbing area he wants attention on most. He slides lower in the bed to bite his inner thigh through the jeans. It's feels like faint little pinches trailing further away from his aching core.

Dean looks down, then lets his head fall back groaning in frustration rather than anything more enjoyable. He chokes when he feels a long strip being licked up his cock. Cas mimicked his earlier move exactly. When he forces Dean's cock deep in his throat and makes eye contact, he has to fist the sheet and look away, worried he'll lose it.

Cas pulls back. "Look at me, Dean."

The bastard.

Dean reluctantly flicks his eyes back down to see Cas smiling as he holds his gaze and swallows him down again. Jesus fuck.. how was he not supposed to cum? He wasn't going to last another minute. Another thirty seconds..

"Casss, please."

He's not stopping. So deep. Sliding into wet.. warm.. heat..

Dean makes helpless noises and clenches his hand so his nails dig in to distract himself.

Not breaking eye contact or rhythm, Cas grabs his balled fist and puts it on the back of his neck. Dean opens his hand and cups it, thumb brushing his hair line.

"Cas! Cas.." He gasps. "I'm.."

He pulls off, licking one last strip up.

"Yes, Dean?"

Breathing too hard he gets out, "Ugghh, Dammit! You're.."

He trails off before he can call him an asshole.

"I'm what?"

"Nothing. Come up here."

Cas crawls up his body, legs and arms caging him. He moans when their slicked cocks touch between them and Cas kisses along his jaw as his mouth falls open.

"Are you okay?" Sounding different for a moment.

Dean nods trying to kiss him, but Cas pulls back to evade him.

"Say it, Dean."

Sighing in exasperation, Dean says, "Besides being ready to explode, yeah I'm peachy."

When Cas begins to kiss his neck, Dean brings a hand up to clutch him closer. "God, I missed you." He breathes out and gyrates his body along Cas' for a brief moment.

"Mmm you missed this? Missed me telling you what to do? What not to do?" He murmurs into the collar of his shirt, along Dean's clavicle.

Tightening his fingers in Cas' hair, he forces him to stop and look up. Surprised, he offers no resistance to Dean's sudden display of aggression.

"I missed you. This is.. awesome but it's you I want." Cas' eyes lose their hardness and Dean gulps air and asks for what he wants most.. "Put it back on me."

Cas tilts his head and smiles kind of cautious before he wipes away all emotion again. "Dean, you don't need it anymore."

"Yeah I do, Cas! I need it like I fucking need you. It physically hurt thinking you could fly off and never come back. I can pretend most days that I don't need anything or anyone.. but I know that's not true anymore."

Cas watches his face, squinting. "Are you sure?"

Dean swallows and gruffly says, "Please, Castiel."

Cas bites his lip and there's excitement in his eyes that he can't cover up with his blank look. "It will hurt you again. Remember the pain is very intense."

"Just do it. Now."

"No." Cas grabs his head in both hands and kisses him enthusiastically.

Dean pulls back, ready to go off. "No?" He opens himself up and… and he knows, can fucking see Cas wants this too. Just as much even.

"Not yet."

That almost shuts him up buts he can only redirect the anger to an impatient, "When?!"

"When I say."

Dean tries to dampen his restless need and bites his cheek to keep quiet. As Cas pulls himself free of Dean's hold he turns his head to lay his lips against his wrist. He meets Dean's eyes above it as he kisses it. Then licks and bites down right on the area his Sigil had been. Would be again. A promise.

When Cas' gets up off the bed, Dean sits up on his elbows to see what he's doing. It's immediately colder without his body encasing his, but he ignores it. Cas searches around until he finds his pile of clothes. Dean enjoys the view as he bends down and pulls free his blue tie. On the way back, he grabs Dean's knife and pauses to unscrew the lightbulb hanging from a fixture between the motel beds. His dick gives a pulse at what that implies. It's early evening so there's still enough natural light to see by. Cas crawls back over top of him, setting the knife down a few feet away on the other side of the bed.

"Take off your clothes."

It would have been easier to do if Cas had not been basically sitting on him but he just waits, expectantly. Unhelpfully.

Dean's stomach muscles tighten as he crunches forward and pulls off his shirt. His outstretched legs are still trapped by Cas sitting on them. When he raises his eyebrows at him, Cas only lifts up to his knees so Dean can pull off his opened pants and boxers underneath him. Between his legs. Once he gets them to his knees, he kicks them the rests of the way off and Cas lowers back down on his thighs.

Dean's heart leaps when Cas grabs his arm but he moves to take the other one as well. He wraps his tie high up around his right wrist, then links it with the left. When he knots the silk, his hands are together. Dean's confused but definitely willing to see where this is going. He'd brought over the knife.. was he not planning to do it?

Cas uses the make-shift binding to pull his arms above his head and hooks it on one of the decorative knobs that line the top of the wooden headboard. When the motel owner picked it out, they'd probably thought it added some kind of character to the otherwise simple furnishing.. not that it'd be used in some kinky bondage sex.

Dean tugs on his bindings because he has to. He could probably use his arms to pull himself up and slip off the knob.. if Cas wasn't planted on top of his lower body. As it was he was trapped, naked for his pleasure and it made him hot all over to think about. While hunting, this would have been deadly, but letting himself be restrained offered a dangerous aspect. It went against every instinct he had to allow himself to become so defenseless.

When did he last trust someone this much? Did he ever?

His arms make an upside down V and goose-flesh rises on them when hands trace up to the tie.. then back down to meet at his collar bone. Holding Dean's eyes, Cas moves his right hand until he's cupping his throat. It fits snugly between thumb and fingers that curl around tight. Dean breathes shallowly and doesn't look away. Gaze firm, showing him implicitly his faith. As Cas kisses him, his hold tightens for a moment, just so he can feel the pressure.. then let's go.

Reaching over to the bedside table, he takes out a small tube. Dean licks his dry lips when he sees it's the lube he left there from what seems forever ago.

He hisses as Cas strokes his cock with a slicked hand. It's warm and almost too much, sliding easily and making lewd squelching sounds. There's no mercy in his eyes while he takes extra long.

"Okay! Jesus. Unless you want me to cum in your hand, you need to stop."

Cas rubs his thumb over his head, spreading precum and lube over the slit.

"Fuck, Cas. C'mon!"

Finally he lets go and shifts up on Dean's stomach, leaning forward. He's confused at what the hell he's doing but then Cas is diving into his mouth and Dean has something new to concentrate on. Cas kisses him deep, invading his mouth and pressing him into the pillow. Teeth clash and…

The head of Dean's dick is being pushed against-

He and Cas gasp almost at the same time for different reasons. They breathe each other's air, lips laying against each other but not kissing. He's deep inside Cas, who is still except for his heaving chest. It's tight. Tighter than he ever imagined it'd be.. and sure he'd imagined it. Tighter than any chick, obviously. Almost overwhelming. Cas' forehead rests on Dean's. His eyes are closed but Dean's are huge, watching every flicker that crosses his face.

Then Cas inhales and shifts up. Opening his eyes, he stares down at Dean as he sinks lower on his dick again. Dean's arms shake and he yanks at where he's restrained.

"Shit, Casss…" He trails off, eyes rolling.

Cas pushes down a little quicker now, putting both hands on Dean's chest for leverage. Dean can only watch as he rides him.. and Cas is an incredible sight. Hair sticking up from when Dean grabbed him by it. Eyes shut. Brows furrowed. Mouth letting little deep gasps escape.

Dean grits his teeth, plants his feet on the bed and thrusts up. Cas falls forward against his chest with the force of it. They kiss rough and bruising as Cas lets Dean fuck him from underneath, moaning short harsh sounds. Lips collide and connect briefly with every surge forward. His toes curl at the amazing feelings coursing through him as he pumps into Cas. It's too fucking much and he feels his balls so close to tightening… wanting to empty into the warm, hot hole of Cas' body.

"Cas, I can't… I'm gonna cum."

"Have I told you to yet?" He grabs Dean around the throat and squeezes for a second. "Are you considering disobedience, Dean?"

Groaning, Dean bites his lip so hard he tastes blood. Cas bends down to lick his wounded lip. He makes a pained noise but manages not to let go.

"You've been so good, Dean. You've earned this and so have I."

Without moving away, he reaches out to the bed next to their sweaty bodies. Sitting up. he brings the knife between them and they both watch the blade slice through his palm. Blood trickles down to Dean's chest. Cas smiles at Dean and Dean nods weakly.

"Please."

Then he takes his hand up between Dean's bound arms and turns it to grip his wrist, right below the tie binding.

Dean's arms jerk but hold fast above his head. Pain shoots through him for a moment but it's overwhelmed as Cas slams downward until he's fully seated in him.. then up halfway and flush against his thighs again. Blinding light and blood spill out under Cas' iron hold but it's not as important as the mounting rush building lower.

Cas' voice is wrecked when he shakily says, "Now, Dean. You can, now."

Even with the flickers of pain still thrilling through him from the spot above his head, he eagerly thrusts up and meets Cas on a downward plunge.. cumming deep and so completely. His whole body quakes with release, emotional as well as physical. Cas is breathing against his temple, still holding his wrist as he too spasms. Dean shudders, feeling it around his increasingly sensitive cock.

There's nothing but the sound of harsh breathing for almost a minute. Craning his head, Dean looks up at where his arms are suspended. As he unsteadily sucks in air, Cas slowly pulls back his hand to reveal the Sigil. Dark red swirls. Fancy E's, back to back. Pointed line through their middles. Delicate and so goddamn beautiful, Dean could cry. He's left feeling lighter than he can ever remember.

Lungs burning, Dean raggedly sighs out the air he'd been holding. Blinking a few times, he feels Cas slide off him and reach up for his tied hands. When he slips them off the knob they'd been hung on, he holds them up and ducks his head underneath so they encircle his neck.

"How are you feeling?" He asks so close, inbetween gently kissing his face. Dean can't even summon the energy to kiss back he's so overcome with sudden exhaustion. Cas doesn't seem to mind as the touch of lips continue to ghost over his chin, cheeks, nose…

"Dean. Tell me."

He must have drifted off. "What?"

"Tell me how you're feeling."

He laughs tiredly. "Like I could sleep for a week." He feels fingers stroke down his chest. Cas must have abracadabra-ed away all evidence of his coming because he doesn't feel the sticky mess or blood like just a few moments ago. Everything's warm and fuzzy and he only half pays attention when Cas gently slips out from under his arms and gets up. How is he walking when Dean can barely keep breathing?

It's all he can do to not fall asleep. He sees Cas searching around their meager belongings .. in the square sink.. tiny fridge..

He jerks back awake when Cas sits down next to him, undoing his tie from his hands. There's a bottle of water, a bag of marshmallows and a plastic blue bowl. Dean shakes his head trying to focus. He grins, remembering how he'd introduced Cas to marshmallows during Ghostbusters 2. It seemed appropriate, eating them as he spent half that movie explaining the Stay Puff Marshmallow monster. After Cas tried them for the first time, he'd downed half the bag.

"What's that for?" He makes himself sit up.

His angel unscrews the water and hands it to him. "Drink." After Dean takes the bottle, Cas dumps the remains of the bag of marshmallows in the bowl and holds it out.

"Cas, what are you doing?"

"I read that I should bring you sustenance after we.. after what we did. Especially after vigorous love-making. You seem to lack anything of nutritional value but I still want to make the gesture. We will remedy the situation of your poor supplies when I am confident I can use my wings again."

Dean's mouth turns down in a bemused expression and he starts laughing. Really laughing. Between having Cas back, the endorphins, and his serious face as he presents him with the bowl of marshmallows, Dean's still chuckling shaking his head and when he says, "God, I love you."

Cas puts down the bowl. They both stare at each other with it hanging in the air. Dean feels his heart seize but not in regret at having just let it slip out so carelessly.

"It's ok, Dean. You don't have to.."

Cas looks like he's waiting for Dean to spook. Dean's frowning at the bowl and then catches sight of the sigil. It's the first time he can run fingers over it now that his hands are free. He traces the familiar swirls slowly. Simple but more complicated than anything he'd ever experienced in his life. And that was saying something for Dean Winchester.

"Dean? Are you-"

"No. I.. Love. You. Hearts and flowers, Chick flick, Power rock ballad love you.

Cas covers the wrist with his hand and kisses him quick. "I was already aware of that but I appreciate the sentiment of you saying it."

Dean breathes out with a whoosh. The world didn't stop spinning. They were still here. Together. Nothing had changed except maybe he realized he hadn't said it for Cas but for himself.

Cas has a lazy smile on his face and is still looking down at what his fingers are doing, massaging the marks left behind from yanking on the silk.

Dean frowns and pulls away.

"Dean?"

For a full minute he doesn't really know what is rubbing him wrong but when it dawns on him, he feels kinda self-conscious.. not knowing quite how to ask. He can see Cas is confused and before he can tense up he starts talking.

"Uh.. you know when I.. was dead.." Yeah he just said that. "..Ch-I mean God and me had a chat, like I said."

"Yes."

"He said He left to give you.. well all angels.. free will."

Cas is scrunching his eyebrows. "You wish to talk about this now?"

Dean doesn't say anything but chews on his lip. What the fuck is wrong with him? Its sounds needy and pathetic but he wants it anyway.

"Dean, I don't understand what's troubling you. Please tell me now."

"Alright..shit, just listen. So He uh kinda said when He pulled the absent father routine, it was to give you guys choice."

"Yes, you already said that."

"Okay well He said something else that stuck with me..."

Cas' eyes are weary but he keeps his fingers moving down over Dean's mark.

"He said angels being able to uh .. fall in love.. you know..was.." Dean trails off, feeling ridiculous.

Cas confused expression clears. He pushes Dean back down on his back smoothly and follows to cover him with his body, bracing his arms to hold his weight up.

"Dean." And his smile is condescending. "Hester was correct in saying I was lost to you the moment I touched in you perdition. I would not have thought I possessed the ability to feel so intensely. I apologize. I did not realize.. you would not have already understood what I believed to be obvious."

Dean's eyes dart all over his face, so close as he calmly says all this. "Dean, I have loved you, do love you, and will continue to love you. You need never doubt that."

He stares at Dean to let the truth of his words sink in and then kisses him once. Licking his lips, Dean can't stand the intensity so he clears his throat and says, "So um I guess I can tell Sam we're good again."

"He will know."

"Huh?"

"While I ensured we will have a functioning light later.. the rest of the motel's residents will not have been spared."

Realizing that means Sam will have known the minute Cas' came, he chokes. "Awesome. So didn't need my brother knowing I was doing the dirty a few rooms away. Damn, you're like having a sexy clapper. I almost feel sorry for maintenance."

Shrugging, Cas says, "The needs of the few outweigh the needs of the many." Deadpan.

Dean's face lights up. "Did you just make a Star Trek reference?" Cas shyly nods.

"I don't think I've ever been prouder." Stretching underneath Cas he says, "Now I'm gonna need shut eye before I pass out. Wake me up if there's an apocalypse."

"Go ahead, I'll watch over you."

Dean rolls his eyes. "You know that's creepy but if it means you'll be here when I wake up, I'll deal with it."

"I will be, Dean."

Author's Note: And so we reach the end, my darlings. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm going to do a few timestamps/one-shot sequels in the same verse because I have issues letting go..

I want to sincerely thank anyone who gave/gives feedback, favorite or follow. As it was my first multi-chapter fic.. I get caught up in my own head often and doubt myself so all of you lovely people have given me confidence to continue when I might have otherwise stopped.

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