Author's Note:

I'm determined to get this up on Valentine's Day for several reasons! 1. It's chapter 69, 's smut, 's 69-ing, 's still in the Jar of Hearts world and that world started around Valentine's day and Valentine's day was a big deal in that story! It's all full circle and I have to do it!

Jar of Hearts: Part 6

Castiel stood at the window as he watched the residents of the household pull away, that symbolic car disappeared around a bend and that was it, they were alone. The original world dwellers wanted to give them some time together and the best way to accomplish not getting in one another's way was for one party to leave. Cas had argued, stating that they'd just use the shower and move on, but the other Dean insisted that they stay the night.

"I insist, Cas."

"I really don't think-"

"It's no trouble." Dean clapped him on the shoulder before grabbing his overnight bag, "Just relax for a bit, you guys did us a huge favour, we need to repay you somehow."

"Yes, you saved my brother's life and I really want to make it up to you." The other Castiel went to hug him for it, his smile surprisingly charming. Cas was starting to wonder if he was doing it wrong, he seemed to be so sweet in the other universes.

"Am I the only one who thinks this is a bad idea? You can't leave four strange men in your house, Castiel." Michael protested as politely as he could by pointing out 'you're letting very strange people wander alone in your home.'

"You are the only one, shut up Michael." Despite being glad his brother was still alive, Castiel would not hesitate to tell him off. The two priests exchanged a look as the small group exited the household, neither sure of what to say. "Have fun you two! You can stay in our bed!" And with that the door shut.

"Odd…" Cas muttered to himself and Dean shrugged.

"What's odd is how long those two are taking up there." He frowned and went to the stairs to listen for running water.

Cas lowered himself onto the couch and leaned back, he closed his eyes and took a slow breath. He could hear the water upstairs but he could also hear a very distinct set of sounds and it made him smile. Dean, on the other hand, was grumping around about Sam and Jet not hurrying up for his sake. Castiel looked over at the green-eyed priest as he paced back and forth around the living room grumbling to himself. "Sit down," He caught Dean's coat and pulled him over until their legs were touching.

"I'm covered in crap, Cas, I can't sit down until I'm clean." Dean snarled bitterly and turned to glare in the general direction of the bathroom one more time.

A number of thoughts went through Cas' mind at that moment, how awful the slime from a vermis really was, how much of it would have actually gotten on Dean. He'd washed his hands and face already in the kitchen sink; the only real problem was his clothing. "I can solve that." Castiel smiled devilishly and pulled Dean down to his knees in front of him. He loved the look of surprise on his partner's face; stunned silence filled the room as his hands slipped beneath Dean's coat. They said nothing as Castiel pushed the heavy garment off his lover's shoulders and let it hit the floor. Dean's cheeks slowly flushed red as he gazed into Castiel's face, Cas could feel his heart thunder in his ears. Just with a look.

'I love you.'

"Cas," Dean whispered his name as his touch wandered, his fingers traced each little dip and curve of Dean's body. There was a tingle in his fingertips as they brushed over freckled skin, his heart raced faster and he could hear his own breathing shudder. Dean cupped his cheek then and Castiel melted into a kiss, he didn't care. He didn't care that Dean hadn't been cleaned off entirely; he didn't care about the mess or a lingering smell, Castiel just didn't care about those stupid little things. Too many times he'd wished for this contact, the gentle taste of his lover's mouth and the burn in his flesh. Castiel would never be the one to take that for granted, but how could he say it?

"I love you." He whispered out loud, breaking their kiss and slowing Dean's pace. "I feel I don't say that enough."

Dean smiled softly, so sweetly that again Cas wondered if maybe he was doing it wrong. "I know you do, Cas." His words were simple but it wasn't what he said that made Castiel's heart leap into his throat. Dean's tone and the meaning behind it was stronger than the content, I love you too, don't worry; I know you do, even in silence.

Castiel threw his arms around Dean's neck and pressed their lips together, shots of heat pulsed in him and he lost himself to it, like he always did. "You were always the love of my life." He gasped between kisses, his own jacket shed and discarded to the floor behind him. Dean hands were firmly rested on his hips for a moment and he found himself pulled forward and into the arms of the one person he didn't think he could ever live without a second time. They wrapped themselves in one another, arms unable to find the best position because they didn't want to stop touching, they didn't want to lift their hands away.

In their moment of complete infatuation neither remembered to keep balance, Castiel recognized the vertigo feeling but left it as it was. They toppled over together onto the floor, Dean's back hit the carpet and Cas fumbled overtop of him. They smiled and shared another kiss, cheeks red and hot with a kind of fever.

"You will always be the love of my life, Cas." Dean whispered back and Castiel refused to lift his lips away. The clothing that remained on their bodies was soon left to the same fate as the rest, abandoned and tossed somewhere else in the room.

Cas' heart fluttered at Dean's caress, such a strong touch and it was only making him weaker in the knees. He dipped into it when Dean's hands slipped down between his thighs, a shiver trailed through his muscles and up his back like a shockwave. Dean grinned beneath him, that flirtatious, obnoxious smile that he loved so much. "What?" Cas barely managed the word as a moan took over his vocal chords.

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me." Dean held the back of his head, fingers woven through dark hair and eyes locked like nothing else in the world mattered. Castiel wanted to cry but for the first time he didn't, he smiled down at his lover and nodded his head.

"I know."

He reached down between them and took them both into his hand; a firm pump or two of his hand had Dean bucking up like a teenager and Cas shuddering forward. He continued the motion, felt his toes curl slightly and knew that he had to find a way to do this more often. The room felt hotter and their skin felt stickier the longer he did it. Before Cas knew it his hips rocked with Dean's in a rhythm he couldn't pay attention to but somehow knew. Their breathing was all over the place but it felt right, Cas moaned into Dean's mouth and they both had to take a moment to collect themselves.

"What did you want to…" Dean took a shaky breath and before he could finish that sentence Cas gave a last definitive stroke and forced a sharp whine out of him.

"Remember the first time?" Castiel climbed off him and moved toward his head, Dean smiled up at the sight as Castiel crawled over him. He licked the tip of his boyfriend's cock as it hovered above him, nearly making Cas' knees buckle.

"Fuck yeah, I do." Dean sighed before sucking Cas into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the shaft like he missed the taste, and maybe he did.

"I want to do it like this," Cas groaned and fought the urge to buck down, "I want to do it like this again."

"You got it, babe." Dean gripped Cas' hips and pulled him down, he shivered when he felt the warmth of Cas' tongue and pressure of his mouth, blood rushed from his head and nearly left him dizzy. He tried to say anything, oh god, fuck, Cas, but none of it came out right while his lips were wrapped around his boyfriend's dick.

Dean rocked his head up as Cas leaned down and again they fell into sync. Tension building slowly, the heat of another's breath rushing past their flesh sending little goosebumps all over their skin. Dean didn't expect it and he was far from ready when he felt his muscles stretching, Cas had soaked his fingers before pressing them into Dean's anus. He choked when he lurched upward and turned his head away when he fell back down. "Oh fuck!"

Castiel pulled back and let Dean's cock slip past his lips with a pop, "Sorry, I should've warned you."

"No, no," Dean huffed and looked at his lover, Castiel felt so privileged to see his face so flushed and vulnerable it was killing him. "That… that was good."

That was the only incentive that Castiel needed, "Wait right here," he rose and ran to the bedroom to find what he needed. There were condoms and lubricant right in the nightstand, easily reached from the bed if needed, Cas found it sort of charming in its own way. Returning to Dean in a moment seemed to take took long because his partner was working himself up, hips jerking upward in a restless lack of rhythm, and his face twisted in pleasured agony from the burn happening in his loins.

Castiel knelt next to him and slowed his pace, taking over the stroke with a strong hand. "Relax, baby, I'll take care of you."

Dean's face brightened despite the displeased whimper that escaped him, he wanted to keep going until he burst but Cas wouldn't let him, not that time at least. He coated his fingers in the strawberry scented lube and smiled at how it slowly started to heat up. Dean thrust upward when Cas' index breached him and a notably uncharacteristic squeak found its way between his lips. It was nice to see Dean come apart like that, when he'd been the one in control of them, the one who had it all put together, Cas was finally able to get back into his groove. He knew better than anyone what Dean liked, what he loved and what drove him crazy and for the first time since they'd met he managed to prove it.

The entire time Cas stretched him out Dean writhed on the floor, his face hot and his legs trembling. Dean managed to moan a name, a word like 'oh' and 'god', and of course the expletives that often came with strong sensations of pleasure. "You're such a good boy," Cas whispered to him as Dean panted, his face turned and pressed into the rug, mouth hung open. Cas smiled and pulled three fingers out, loving the wet sounds it made and the strangled desperation from Dean. He leaned down and licked up from the base of Dean's cock to the tip, his tongue swirling around the head until he the subtle taste of precum graced him.

"Ohhhh Cas…" Dean whined and slowly bucked his hips up again, he was already a mess and Cas couldn't wait to see how much worse it'd get. "Please... I need-ah! Ahh!" His entire body shook when Castiel entered him, it stretched a bit further than he'd been prepared and it was painful. Not even a good painful, it just hurt but Dean wanted it to be good. He held Cas against him for the short amount of time it took for his body to get used to it.

"Dean?" Cas murmured softly and kissed his cheek, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah just… give me a sec, I'll be alright." He took a deep breath and relaxed, his body really did heal faster than it ever had. "This being a high priest thing pays off." He grinned and captured his lover's lips again, sharing in the moment as Castiel slowly started to thrust into him. "Mm..ohhh" Dean fell into the plush rug again and rolled his head back as Castiel found a good position. He yelped when his partner lifted him up and positioned his legs over Cas' shoulder; Dean was practically vertical and couldn't believe how good it felt. Cas got a grip on his thigh and his hip and started to slam into him.

Dean couldn't be quiet, he couldn't find the ability to stop shouting or whimpering altogether. Cas looked so good above him like that, powerful, strong, and rugged. Dean felt his face heat up, his toes curled and every muscle in his body flexed as he let himself go to it, let the feeling rush over him. It was too damn good to ignore and he heard himself crying out, he heard Cas' breathing and very shortly he felt the warmth of his own release on his face.

Cas' speed relaxed and his grip slackened as he thrust the last bits of his orgasm into Dean's ass. He panted for air as he slowly lowered Dean back to the floor, propped up over him to see his face. Dean blinked up at him in a daze and they both smiled sweetly at the other. "You look good like this," Cas pointed out wickedly, a seducing little grin creeping onto his face.

Dean furrowed his brow a bit and reached up to caress his lover's cheek again, "You think so?"

"Fucked out with that look and cum on your face? Yeah, I like it."

Dean blushed a bit harder but he laughed, "I guess so, as long as you're the one responsible."

"Always." Castiel leaned down and kissed him gently, "I love you."

"I love you too." Dean sighed with a smile and rubbed the semen from his face, he had nowhere to wipe it so his hand automatically went straight for the carpet beneath them. They looked around at the mess they'd made and Cas shook his head.

"It was a nice rug."

"Was."