Chapter 3. Confess or Die

Dean entered the kitchen, Cas half a stride behind him, dragging him as an afterthought.

Castiel's frustration was brewing. Every touch of Dean's hand was an assault to his system. And his cocky attitude was ruffling Castiel's feathers.

"You gonna eat?" Dean interrupted his thoughts.

"No."

Dean rolled his eyes.

Cas gave him a sideways look.

Dean sighed, pulling a lava hot burrito out of the microwave.

They moved to the table and Dean went about his meal. "Ya know, I think I'm handling this fucked up situation rather well." He popped the last bite in his mouth with a smirk.

"I'm sure you do," Cas remarked flatly.

Dean cracked open a beer and took a drink, his green eyes watching Cas like a hawk.

"Come on, Lassie, let's take a walk," Dean griped.

Cas stood but froze in his spot. "Lassie. As in the dog?" He asked tightly.

Dean, who had lynched his arm on the sudden unmoving cuff, gave Cas a challenging look.

"Yep."

Castiel's chin lowered a fraction and his gaze was mutinous.

"What the hell crawled up your ass? You got a problem with me?"

Several answers flashed through Castiel's mind. "Why did you say you liked being handcuffed?" Cas demanded. He knew he should be handling this situation better, but his fraying nerves were at an all-time state of irritance.

Dean scoffed. "I was being sarcastic. Quit being a dick."

Cas clenched his jaw, yanking Dean's cuffed hand to his chest, making Dean stagger into him. Cas searched his eyes with anger blazing in his own. "I'm not being a dick. But I can be. Stop yanking me around like a dog and be more respectful."

Dean's eyes were wide and green, pupils dilating and mouth ajar. Dean's look of shock settled into a glare of anger. "I'm the only one around here getting put to sleep without their permission. Talk about being treated like a dog!"

Cas rolled his eyes and relaxed his arm, letting Dean's arm drop.

"What? Nothing else to say?" Dean said angrily, stepping into Castiel's space, making him back up a step.

"No," Cas said.

"Liar." It was quiet and softer than Cas expected.

"I am not a liar," Cas said crossly, stepping back another step, Dean matching him.

Dean nodded slowly. "So, why are you so uptight?"

Cas stammered. This was leading to a landslide of information he was unprepared to release. "I'm just...frustrated."

Dean took on a cockier look. He stepped forward again, Castiel backing into the kitchen wall. "Is it that bad being shackled to me?"

"No," Cas said softer, looking down.

"So, just the jerking?" Dean said, challenging him with a stare and jerking the cuffs one sharp jerk.

"Dean-" Cas snapped.

"Or is it the unending bumping?" Dean bumped Castiel's hand three times.

Cas felt a blush rise on his cheeks and was horrified to watch Dean's observant stare catch every hue of it.

"And we have a winner," Dean grinned crookedly. "And here I thought you didn't have problems with personal space."

Castiel's mouth opened and closed, but nothing was coming out. The wall was solidly behind him and he could practically feel Dean's breath on his own lips.

Dean looked at him steadily. A long stare of blue-green static followed.

Dean quirked a grin suddenly. "Ya know, I woulda bolted right outta this situation ten times by now. But I can't.

Cas nodded weakly. "I know."

Dean took a breath. "Have you ever seen me get cornered?"

"I have."

Dean nodded. "I've seen you get cornered too. And the thing is, we both attack when cornered. So...here we are." He raised his hand, holding it up, Castiel's raised in unison. "Cornered."

Castiel's eyes widened. Dean's voice was too calm. And his eyes kept jumping from his eyes to his mouth.

Dean was breathing harder and a flush rose up his neck and up his face. He turned his hand, palm toward Castiel's palm and laced his fingers with Castiel's.

"Dean-" Cas sucked in a breath.

"I attack when I'm cornered," Dean said low and breathy.

Cas closed his grip on Dean's hand a look of deep hunger filling his eyes.

"I feel.." Cas struggled for words and air, "very cornered right now."

Dean squeezed Castiel's hand tighter, lifting it and pinning it to the wall beside Castiel's head. He grinned, seeing Castiel's eyes blow wide and his breath hitch. "Then attack," Dean hissed.

Castiel's mouth crashed into Dean's with desperation.

The shock only lasted a fleeting second until Dean reciprocated just as intensely.

Their lips parted allowing their tongues to joust out dominance. Cas was breathless from the feel of Dean's scruff so near his lips, scraping his own and the feel of Dean pinning his hand firmly against the wall.

Their free hands quickly found their way to the other man. Castiel's went to the back of Dean's head, fingers threading through his silky hair, pulling him in tighter. Dean's hand slid along Castiel's waist, sliding up his back.

Their mouths slowed, gasping for breath, kissing gentler, slower, until they parted, heads resting on each other's forehead.

"What the hell," Dean whispered. "I'm not gay. So why am I so...attracted to you?"

Cas stood up taller, getting control of his shaky legs. "Because...we have a bond."

Dean opened his eyes, meeting Castiel's. "What does that even mean?"

Cas heaved a breath, their hands falling to their sides. "It happened when I pulled you out of hell."

Dean stepped back a small step. "So this is...what? Out of my control?" A look of worry tinged his flushed face.

"You," Cas looked away, then met the man's gaze, "you were in complete control. You just don't remember it. Neither of us were in human form."

"What?!" Dean whispered incredulously.

"I'm not supposed to talk about it," Cas whispered.

"Says who? Why?" Dean was nearing panic.

"Dean," Cas said steadily, "it's a long story and hard to put into words." Their shackled hands bumped and sparks flew in both their libidos.

Dean stammered, collected himself by rubbing his jaw with his free hand. His voice came gruff and a look of need crossed his face. "Cas, I need you to find some words, put them together, and tell me the story."

Cas nodded. He appeared as if he were about to confess a tale to end all tales.

"I would like to sit down."

"You-" Dean stifled his comment and laughed short. "Okay," he nodded, stepping back allowing the two to leave the kitchen.

"This place seriously needs a couch," Dean grumbled.

"Mmmhmm," Cas nodded. He was relieved to feel them walk side by side.

They ended up sitting side by side in two leather armchairs by an empty fireplace.

Dean sighed at the cold square.

Cas, knowing what his friend wanted, snapped his fingers and a cozy fire crackled to life.

Dean looked at him, a small smile lighting his worried brow.

Their shackled hands rested on the arms of the chairs. Cas decided to take a brave step and took Dean's hand in his. It was warm and relaxed after a moment.

"Dean," Cas said steadily, "I have known you longer than you realize. I was told never to speak of it because it is difficult to explain and puts me at risk."

"Risk of what?" Dean asked.

"The confession of breaking ranks. Walking away from my charges, turning from the word of God, admitting to entering hell and keeping you with me."

"Keeping me?" Dean asked. "Keeping me where?"

"Let me start at the beginning," Cas held a hand up and Dean sat back.

Cas sat a moment, collecting his thoughts and they both watched the dancing flames of the fire.

"You and Sam had just earned yourselves a reputation in heaven for opening the gates of hell. Sam was pegged as Azazel's. Sam used my name in an incantation. You were there. In a graveyard in Massachusetts. You were helping Bela. Azazel came as well. I immediately felt protective of you. An innocent brother to Sam. Your soul was tagged in a crossroads deal. Your love for your brother was...unconditional. Beautiful."

Dean watched as Cas was lost in thought for a moment. "I remember that case in Massachusetts," Dean said, squeezing Castiel's hand gently.

Cas nodded. "I was...curious. I watched how you and Sam fought. How you challenged each other. The first time I touched you was when Gordon, another hunter, turned you into a vampire. I could not believe that would be your path. I couldn't let it happen. So...I healed you."

Dean was floored. "That was so long ago. I thought I healed because of the crossroads deal."

"That was what I whispered in your ear. And I left you. I got in a lot of trouble. My garrison began complaining of my frequent absences, but I could not stay away. I watched you teach Sam how to take care of the impala in preparation for you going to hell. You were clueless of the torture that awaited you in hell and it broke my heart." Cas heaved a big sigh while Dean watched him intently. "You and Sam held your own against a Demi-God. You handled some witches. You were an amazing team to behold. I watched other hunters to see if my curiosity was for hunters. It was not. It was you. Then there was the dream."

"What dream?" Dean asked softly.

"I went into your dreams some nights."

"Damn, Cas!" Dean frowned.

"I know. Too invasive. But back then, it was no different than watching an ant farm at work."

"Jeez," Dean rolled his eyes, "what dream?"

"You fought yourself. You spoke of how your father demanded you be a soldier, how you were his weapon. For the first time, I related to you. You and I had similar fathers, similar demands and expectations. And...you were so scared to die." Cas lowered his head. "It was heart-wrenching. I confessed my concerns and woes to Gabriel. He found the two of you rather interesting himself. He stole you. Put you in a pocket universe and I had to watch you die over and over. Gabriel said when you really died it would be easier for me to handle."

"My God, the audacity of angels," Dean muttered.

Cas nodded. "I was being heavily watched by this time. It was so hard to come see you for awhile. But when I finally slipped away...you were gone. You had gone to hell. I panicked. I found a way in. I..." Castiel's face clouded over with memory as did Dean's. They sat awhile, hands clasped tightly. "I had never broken ranks so completely before. And still, my father did not stop me. My brothers and sisters could not or would not find me. I plunged into hell and I heard your screams. I fought demons like swarms of gnats. I barreled in and snatched you from the racks. You were beyond yourself, your soul degrading. Your humanity fading. You were becoming a monster. A demon. I took you deep into the outer regions of heaven. Almost to the darkness. As far as I could go. I held you there."

"My body?" Dean asked.

"I was as I always had been. A wavelength of celestial intent. A splash of grace and conscious. You were a battered soul. We were together a long while. No bodies. Soul and grace. Essence and conscious."

They exchanged a glance.

"That sounds...intense," Dean mumbled.

Cas grinned and shook his head. "Beyond intense. You were terrified. Terrorized. I...clung to you desperately until the taint of hell could be peeled from you. You were raw and desperate. And then...you began to heal. I held you. You held me. We were intertwined at our essence."

Dean had an incredulous look on his face.

Cas waited a moment, allowing Dean to process. "I wanted to stay there. Just be. Your essence is...like bees and flowers."

A look of pure longing crossed Castiel's face. "We were love. We were...so..."

Cas cleared his throat. "We were found. Raphael found us and I was forced to let you go. Gabriel interceded and a compromise was reached. I had to reunite you to your body. I threatened to enter into the darkness and they let me remove you from hell. My punishment? They took all your knowledge of me away. It was...bittersweet."

"Those fuckin Angels," Dean swore.

Cas nodded.

"So...Gabriel re-created your body. And I raised you. And I left you to find your way back to Sam. The tale of our escapade put a target on your back. And mine. Everyone in heaven and hell knew of us. It was...brutal. I had lost so much. You. My garrison. You."

"And then I went digging," Dean recounted.

"You did," Cas smiled. "You...summoned me through that psychic. And there you were. I found a loophole in that. And I broke ranks again and came for you."

They stared. Something they had done since Cas had eyes to stare with. An exchange of an inner pull. Cas blinked first this time, looking down at their hands. "I have missed you. I have missed you to the depths of my core. My grace. I just can't...leave you."

Dean followed Castiel's gaze, looking at their hands, fingers intertwined. Like his soul had been with Castiel's grace. It was staggering to think about. It was overwhelming. Dean eyed the iron cuffs chaining them together. Cas had always drawn something out of Dean. Since the day he walked into that barn, blowing lights and freaking him out beyond his wildest imaginings. And yet...there it was. Finally. The answer to why he had always been so drawn to Cas. Why he had always felt an irresistible pull to him. The things Cas described were beyond chick flick. The knowledge was more of an iron shackle than the one they wore. He had struggled so long with his feelings for Cas. He regretted how he had treated him so many times. Like he was a burden. Like he was stupid. Like he was less than. His true anger was with God. And Angels. But not this Angel. His Angel. Dean took a sudden deep breath, overwhelmed by the man next to him.

"This is...unreal."

He looked at Cas. He looked so worried. His hand ran through his hair, making it stand, tousled. His gaze was somewhere far away. He had always made Dean feel special. And he was always there. Dean suddenly felt so small next to the bigger-than-life man next to him. Suddenly the space between them was more than he could take.

Cas looked up, catching Dean's intense stare. The familiar pull set in. For the first time in his memory, Dean let it pull him in. He went down on his knees, walking in front of Cas. Cas spread his knees, allowing Dean to enter his space fully. Cas reached forward, lightly running his fingers through Dean's hair.

Dean took an unsteady breath, closing his eyes and leaning into Castiel's hand.

"Thank you," Dean said, opening his eyes to snag the blue current in Castiel's eyes. "Thank you for telling me. For saving me. For caring about me. For putting up with me." His left hand slid up Castiel's thigh and around his waist to the small of the man's back. "I'm so sorry for all the shitty things I have said and done to you over the years. I have no idea how you have waited so long to tell me these things."

"Dean, don't be sorry for anything," Cas said sadly. "As usual, I thought I was doing something good and I have caused you untold struggles."

Dean sighed, giving him a contemplative look. "OK, how about this, neither one of us says we're sorry ever again for things Angels have caused."

Cas smiled crookedly. He searched Dean's face but found not an ounce of anger, frustration, or judgement. "Okay," he relented.

"This explains so much," Dean said low.

Dean reached up, his hands shaking slightly, and took Castiel's face in his hands, pulling his mouth to his own. They kissed, soft, slow, hot.

Castiel angled his face, taking Dean deeper into his mouth. Dean moaned softly and Cas stopped, breathing heavy. Dean wanted more. More of that kiss. More of everything. He gripped Cas tight, pulling him towards him and out of the chair, Castiel's mouth crashing onto his with a low-burn of desire. Dean grasped Castiel under his butt, backing up and turning, laying the Angel on the floor and falling gently with him. Cas moaned and Dean gasped softly at the effect his touch had on both of them.

"Cas," Dean managed between kisses.

"Wha, Dean," Cas moaned when Dean's mouth slid down Castiel's neck.

Dean, on top, ground his hips down onto Castiel, rubbing their throbbing cocks together through a million layers of fabric. Dean's arms trembled slightly and he pulled his lips from Castiel's neck. He panted, looking into his eyes. Pupils blown wide and mouth open slightly, Cas was as gorgeous as Dean had always known him to be. But here he was, touching him, kissing him, feeling him. A look of need stabbed through Castiel's unfocused eyes. Dean, suddenly at a loss of what to do.

"I... I got no idea what I'm doin here," Dean floundered.

Cas grinned, sitting up, moving Dean to the floor and straddling him. Cas took a deep breath, coming down on his elbows over Dean's handsome face. "Do you want to stop?" Cas said barely above a whisper.

"God, no," Dean strained, his lips catching the angel's. "I want you."

Cas almost whimpered. Lips in a tangle, Dean was aware that Cas waved his hand and instantly their t-shirts were gone, their hot skin suddenly alight with the full contact. They both gasped for a breath and Dean's hips bucked up, Cas grinding back in response.

"Oh my God," Dean murmured. His hand nested into Castiel's hair, then ran slowly down his neck and back. With his free hand, Cas slid down Dean's bare side until he hit the waistband of his jeans. One finger crept inside, sliding along the waistband and their hips ground together again. He pulled his finger out and slid his hand back up. Dean's hands slid from Castiel's back around to his chest and he used his palms to push Cas up until he was sitting. Cas straddling Dean's lap, their skin aglow with the firelight. "You are," Cas said deep and gravely with a grin tugging at his lips and a dreamy look in his eyes, "the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in this universe."

Dean grinned back. He wanted to say something smart-ass, but just didn't have it in him. He bit his lip, stifling his thoughts and let his eyes trail down Castiel's chest. He was lean and smooth. Never before had a man's chest looked so absolutely delicious to him. He wanted to fight the thought and then just embraced it. He had to stop fighting what he really wanted. What he had wanted since, well, apparently quite awhile now. Dean reached up with his free hand, running his open hand from the muscular shoulder, down over his pecs, down to his fine trail of hair that led to his jeans. "Do you know what they call this?" Dean smirked, running his index finger down the soft line of hair.

"What?" Cas said, breathless struggling to keep his eyes open.

"The love trail, cuz it leads to this." Dean popped the button of Castiel's jeans, his firm, swollen cock sprung forward, pushing the zipper halfway down on its own accord.

"Damn," Dean said, looking up at the waiting blue blazes of lust that had become his angel's eyes, "wow... Shit."

Cas came down on him again with a fervor of kisses. Dean's hand easily pushed at Castiel's open pants.

As if the world had just disappeared from under him, Cas was suddenly standing, pulling Dean to his feet. Legs weak, Dean gasped again, feeling Castiel's hands at his own jeans, unbuttoning, unzipping. They pulled at each other's denim, staggering out of their jeans and boxers. They stepped on their own shoes and socks, discarding the barriers and panting at the full sight of each other. The shackle the only material between them, yet binding them as it clinked. A moment of hesitation as their eyes took in all the smooth, fire lit skin, a sheen of sweat covering them both. Dean's shackled hand lifted, lightly grasping Castiel's throbbing, swollen cock made the angel's head drop back and a low groan escaped his mouth. His hand quickly copying Dean's, grasping the man's standing cock firm, but light. Dean hissed at the touch, dropping his head on Castiel's bare shoulder. The cuff's cold iron making them both shiver.

Dean stroked twice, slow and firm, precum slipping onto his fingers. Cas grit his teeth and brought his mouth down on Dean's open neck. Cas copying the action, stroking Dean and feeling the wet head in his palm.

"Fuck," Dean whined, his mouth finding Castiel's soft skin at his neck and biting. Castiel's free hand jumped to Dean's hair, fisting and pulling the short silky strands. Dean moaned, the vibrations rippling from Castiel's neck to his toes. Dean's free hand palmed the small of Castiel's back, pulling him closer, their hands, shackles and cocks colliding.

Feeling Dean weaken at the knees, Cas walked him, backing him into the wall beside the fireplace. Their stroking continued, working in rhythm. Dean's head dropped back against the wall and he groaned, eyes closed, falling apart in Castiel's arms. "Uh," he cried. Cas picked up the pace, matching Dean's quickening strokes.

"Uh," Cas answered, pinning Dean to the wall, holding himself up as best he could.

Sweat trickled down Dean's shoulders and Cas closed his eyes, unable to think beyond their stroking hands and swelling cocks.

"Cas," Dean moaned with urgency.

"I know," Cas soothed, bracing his free hand on the wall.

"Uhhh," Dean moaned, jerking irraticaly.

"Oh, Dean," Cas called, louder than he meant to.

"Mm mm. Fuck," Dean gasped.

White, hot streams of cum erupted from them both, coating their stomachs and chests. They writhed through the waves of orgasm, gasping, clawing and panting. Cum dripped and ran down their hands and arms, through the shackles and slicking their throbbing, softening dicks.

"Omagod," Dean sagged.

Castiel wrapped his free arm around Dean, lessening his press into the wall.

They leaned there, breaths evening. Castiel's head lay heavy on Dean's shoulder. Dean felt wetness on his shoulder and shrugged it, making Cas lift his head to look at him. Tears filled his eyes and Dean brought his free hand to cup his face. His eyes finding Castiel's.

"Hey, hey," he said gently. "What's all this?"

"Sorry," Cas said, kissing him. "I have just waited...so long."

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered, peppering the man with kisses. "I didn't know. I mean, maybe I did, deep down. I just didn't want to admit it."

A tear streaked each of Castiel's cheeks and he grinned. "It has just been...difficult to wait. I have had you so close. But not...close enough."

"Alright," Dean soothed, hugging him. "We got it. I figured it out. Better late than never, right?"

Cas laughed.

They pressed their foreheads together, gathering themselves for whatever lay beyond this moment.

Cas stepped back, Dean stepping away from the wall.

"So," Dean grinned flirtatiously, "shower?"

Cas grinned. "Alright."

They gathered their clothes and went to the bathroom. The corner was Dean's favorite spot. He turned on three shower heads and they stepped into the hot, streaming water. They washed, glancing frequently at each other.

They dried off and headed for Dean's room. Cas paused at his own room. "Should I get some clothes?"

"Sure," Dean smiled. He glanced around while Cas dug out a pair of Dean's old sleep pants he had given him, a t-shirt and boxers. Dean looked at the bare room. No decorations. Just some books and a plastic cup that said Gas-n-sip.

"Ready?" Cas asked.

"Yeah," Dean smiled. Castiel was an enigma. So old yet so young. Wise yet niave. He took Castiel's hand in his, smiling at him. He had given Cas a lot of shit over the years. And here he was. Still coming back to him. Even when he had stopped calling for him. Dean squeezed Castiel's hand. His head was so full it was stunned. And he was going to be alright with it. This time, he swore to himself, I'm gonna take this like a grown-fucking adult. I'm not gonna flip out, get drunk, or run away.

Cas sat his clothes on the foot of Dean's bed, preparing to put them on. Dean grinned, picking up the soft, little stack and sat them on his dresser. "Those aren't for me. Those are for if someone shows up tonight or tomorrow."

Cas blushed and nodded. "So, just-"

"Yep," Dean grinned. "Get in."

Cas lifted the bedspread, blanket and sheet, slipping in and scooting over, Dean following.

They settled in, side by side.

"This handcuff is really cramping my style," Dean said, his voice cracking slightly.

Cas turned on his side with a grin and a merry light in his blue eyes. "We seemed to find some style last night. At least we woke up pretty comfortable."

Dean turned toward him. "I know."

Castiel's smile faded into a look of surprise. "You knew?"

"I hardly slept last night. I was having some epic arguments with myself. And for once, I couldn't walk away."

"Huh," Cas mused. "So...you have thought about me before today."

"Everyday, Cas. Everyday since... Remember that time Zacchariah put me in the future?"

"Yes."

"You were so...relaxed there. So open. And I saw how you looked at me. Future me. Like something you were watching slowly die. I recognized the look from you. My you. And I knew I was leaving. I knew future me was a fucking wreck and going to get you all killed. And... On the way to meet Sam, you and I drove in a truck together. You were so...cute." Dean grinned and Cas laughed. "And you were throwing your life away. Your epic, Angel life. For me. I made you pull over. I told you to get away from future me. That I was no good for you. You looked broken-hearted. And you would not leave him. You were sad and resigned to it. It broke my heart. I scooted over and kissed you."

"You did?" Cas looked star-struck.

"I did," Dean laughed. "I just... Felt like I was losing you. I just let all my shit go for a minute and kissed you. It was... Amazing."

"I wish I remembered it," Cas sighed.

"I wish I remembered us. Before." Dean said, running his hand through Castiel's hair, still damp from the shower.

"It was...amazing. But this. This is amazing too. It was something you missed when we were without bodies. You said it would be great."

Dean laughed ruefully. "Well, that was pretty friggin great."

"It was."

Dean propped himself up on his cuffed arm, pulling Castiel's arm under him partially. "There's a lot more to do, ya know."

"I know," Cas grinned.

"And how would you know?" Dean grinned leaning down to kiss him slowly. "The pizza man was with women."

Cas giggled and Dean giggled hearing it, their lips butterfly light on each other. "I have seen your library of porn."

Dean pulled back, surprised. "You been digging around on my laptop? I have my gay porn pass coded."

"I figured out your password," Cas confessed.

"How? How could you possibly have guessed trench coats?"

Cas shifted slightly. "Remember that night in Dallas when Sam hooked up with the red head and you were very drunk?"

"Yeah?" Dean remembered hazily, feeling nervous. An old habit to feel nervous for his feelings for Cas. He gripped Castiel's hand firmly, grounding himself to his new reality.

"You got so drunk the bartender wanted you to leave. I helped you back to your room. I got you in bed and you held onto me longer than you normally would. I sat beside you and you laughed up at me. I asked how you were feeling and you said, "If you really want to know how I feel, just type trench coats." Well, I had no idea what that meant. Figured it was just another reference I didn't get. Then when I found the locked file in your porn, it just clicked. Actually, I was quite shocked."

"I bet." Dean looked at him shyly.

"Trench coats. That is a reference to me. Not just any man, but me."

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

"I think about it every time I put my coat on," Cas smiled.

"And you didn't say anything?" Dean asked.

"I wanted to...but anytime I thought I was brave enough to, you would..."

"Act like a dick?" Dean asked guiltily.

"The time was just never right," Cas smiled.

"I have wasted a lot of time." Dean snaked his leg between Castiel's and they both grinned.

"I would be happy for you to make it up to me," Cas giggled.

"I can't take that giggling," Dean giggled, kissing Cas more firmly.

"I'm not giggling," Cas said deeply.

Dean laughed. "You are! And it makes me crazy."

"Really?" Cas grinned. "How about this?" Cas lowered his gaze, staring at Dean firmly. It was a look that had unraveled Dean a hundred times.

"You little bastard!" Dean laughed, looking shocked. "You give me that look all the time!"

"I have found that it gets results," Cas laughed, pulling away from Dean's now tickling hands. "Stop!" He laughed.

They wrestled a bit, chained and laughing.

Cas scrambled out his side of the bed, panting and still chained to Dean who was on all fours. "I had no idea you were ticklish!" Dean laughed.

"Me either," Cas glared, trying not to laugh. His chin lowered and he looked up at Dean through his lashes.

Dean eased back, his smile fading and his cock twitching. "Come here," he said, barely above a whisper.

Cas came toward him with a predatory stare that made Dean shiver. He crawled over Dean and pulled him up against the headboard so Dean was sitting. "I forget," Dean rasped, "how damn strong you are."

Cas eyed him slow and looked down at Dean's dick.

"Oh, whoa," Dean said.

Castiel's eyes flicked back to Dean's. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Never."

"Never stop?" Cas quirked a grin, leaning forward and kissing Dean. Dean opened his mouth, taking the surprisingly talented tongue of the angel. "Mmmm," he moaned, spurring Cas into a higher gear. Cas sat, straddling Dean's lap to take his time. "I wanted to finish that expression I have given you so many times," Cas said, backing down Dean's legs. As he backed down, he kissed a wet trail from his neck downward. Every few inches he would flick a heated gaze at Dean. Without fail, Dean's hips would twitch and he would suck in a breath.

When the stubble of Castiel's chin grazed the head of Dean's dick, his hands flew to the sheets, clenching his fists in them. The links of the cuff jingled and Cas slid his hand down to support himself over Dean's awaiting length.

Cas moaned a near growl and Dean squirmed in anticipation. Cas locked a gaze with Dean as his tongue slipped out and licked from head to base. His eyes disappeared, his head tipping down, leaving Dean with the sight of his thick, dark, messy hair. When his hot, wet mouth enclosed over Dean's head, Dean shuddered. His head dropped back as the sensation of his dick being engulfed in Castiel's mouth. He slowly slid up and down the length.

"Oh my God," Dean breathed, his free hand reaching for the thick hair on Castiel's head.

Up and down, he slid. "Oohhhh, Cas," Dean growled.

"Mmmm," Cas moaned, the vibration making Dean buck.

Cas moved up and down, feeling the swollen shaft swell until it was tight and hard as a rock.

Cas moved Dean's legs apart, kneeling between them. With his free hand, he rubbed and gently kneaded the inside of Dean's thigh. Dean began pumping into Castiel's mouth, needing the friction. Cas never left the cock, pulling his lips up and down, twisting and pushing with his tongue. "Oh, Cas," Dean called, grabbing the man's hair, pushing his head down quicker. Cas left the thigh, letting his fingers graze Dean's balls. "Fuck," Dean moaned. Castiel's hand slid lower, letting the rise and fall of Dean's ass brush against his knuckles. Cas quickly adjusted to ride out the bucking hips. He straightened his fingers, sliding his hand between Dean's cheeks, brushing against Dean's hole. He flicked his thumb up, tickling the balls, crashing down onto Dean's dick.

"I'm gonna-" Dean heaved.

Cas swallowed all Dean had to give, riding his bucks and moaning as Dean ground his ass onto his hand. Dean melted, slumping over and Cas pulled him down, rolling onto his side to hold him.

Dean breathed heavily. His free hand finally came to life, seeking Castiel's face.

"Kiss me," he said gruffly.

Cas hesitated, still tasting cum in his mouth. As if reading his mind, Dean grinned, "I don't care. Kiss me."

They came together, hot, weak and spent.

"Cas, that look, that fucking look. I love it. I love you." Dean froze. That was not what he had meant to say. Not that he didn't mean it, he just didn't mean to share so much so fast.

"Dean," Cas said, kissing his neck, "I love you more than anything in this universe."

"Wow," Dean laughed. "That's...a lot."

Cas met his eyes, "Yes. A lot."

Dean blew out a breath. "Ya know I suck at relationships, right?"

"Yeah," Cas laughed softly, "I am quite aware."

Cas laid his head on Dean's chest. They lay breathing, slowly stroking each other. Cas was drifting off to sleep when he felt Dean kiss the top of his head and run fingers through his hair.