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"What the hell?" Dean said, frantically looking about at the change of scenery. If there was something else he was about to say, he didn't get the chance as he was tossed on the bed like a ragdoll.

"I am not human, Dean." Castiel began evenly, he removed his coat and tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. He was pleased to see a look of horrified fascination on Dean's face. His voice was level, but anger and desire were boiling just under the surface. "You seem to forget that I am an angel of the lord. I am superior to you in many ways." He maintained eye contact as he unbuttoned the last button of his shirt and dropped it on the floor beside him. He stood, bare-chested, in the middle of the tiny room. He watched with satisfaction as Dean's eyes roamed over his naked torso. Summoning the familiar warmth of comfort and power inside him that was his grace, he pushed out the wings that had lain dormant inside his vessel for so long. He had allowed a glimpse of them, a shadow on the wall, to Dean. And here he was, months later, proving once again that he was the powerful celestial creature he claimed to be. The air around him crackled with electricity as he flexed and clenched his jaw, pushing the feathers out through his shoulder blades. It wasn't painful; in fact it was refreshing after keeping them in so long, however, after months of not letting them out, it took a moment longer than usual. Usually he could push them out in the blink of an eye, this time was not so. Finally, great black wings stretched above his head up down to where the tips of the bottom feathers gently scraped the floor. He shuffled them, adjusting to the new environment, and stretched them out to the side until they were brushing the walls, the soft rustling of each individual feather filling the silent room.

"Damn Cas." Dean gulped from where he was sprawled on the bed, his eyes were wide, and his mouth gaping. His adams apple bobbed up and down as he tried to force more words out. Cas came to stand next to the bed, wings spread out ominously behind him and filling up the whole room.

"Now Dean," Castiel leaned over the hunter on the bed, forcing him on his back. From such a close distance he saw that Dean's pupils were blown. "Are you ready to learn?" He brought himself up onto the bed so he was kneeling between Dean's knees, his wings looming far above his head, blocking out the overhead light in the room. He inched his face closer to Dean while experimentally running his trembling hand up Dean's arm. He could feel the warmth emanating into his fingertips and up his arm, his heart was beating so fast, his breath coming in short gasps. Dean's eyes flicked down to where Cas' hand had begun trailing down his torso. When Cas reached Dean's waistband he pushed his hand underneath the thin cotton tee, feeling the toned muscles that so far he had only observed. Dean didn't move an inch as he leaned down, hand still under the shirt, and pressed their mouths together gently. The touch was too much, and Cas felt himself being catapulted past the point of no return and didn't care. All of his newfound emotions flooded his veins, and before he knew it the gentle kiss had turned ravenous. Dean gasped and Castiel took advantage of the opening, slipping his tongue into Dean's mouth. His erection pulsed against the rough fabric of his pants, and in a swift motion he tore Dean's shirt off, the loud rip resounding through the room. He pulled away for a moment to look down at that beautiful body. He swept his hand downward and grabbed Dean's hip.

"Cas, I-" but that was all he could choke out before Cas' mouth landed on his once again. A low moan escaped the angel, the heat from Dean's body was coursing through his veins, beginning at his roaming fingertips, and ending in his groin. He could feel Dean's excitement through his jeans, and he knew that it wasn't enough. Touching and kissing wasn't enough, he need friction. Without really knowing what he was doing he ground his hips down onto Dean. Oh. Pleasure blossomed from his groin and spread throughout his body. It felt amazing. He ground down again, and again, establishing a rhythm and groaning into Dean's mouth. Dean finally recovered from his paralyzed state and grabbed Cas' shoulders, pulling him down so their bodies were touching. Cas moved from his mouth and kissed sloppily down his jaw to his neck where he bit down, Dean hissed and dug his nails into the skin of his back. They rocked together, legs intertwined, feverishly kissing each other, and frantically moaning. It was then that Cas knew that he wanted something, and he wanted it now. He leaned back on his heels and began fumbling with the hunters' belt. After a few frustrating tries to get the jeans off, he pulled on his grace, and in the blink of an eye both of them were naked. He needed this. His wings rustled with anticipation as he spat on his hand and slickened himself. He positioned himself at the other man's entrance. That was when he looked up.

Pure, unadulterated terror was etched into every one of Dean's features, causing Cas to falter.

"Dean, I won't go through with this if you don't want me to." He waited, and Dean looked up to meet his gaze. He may have been angry, he may have felt hurt and betrayed, but he was still an angel, and angels do not enter bodies without consent, he figured this counted. Below him, Dean gulped, smiled nervously and nodded. Castiel eased himself inside the hunter. It was almost too much, it was hot and wet and oh he had never felt anything like this. He fully sheathed himself inside and gasped. He hungrily kissed the hunter as he began pumping his hips rhythmically. Suddenly, he felt the tip rub up against something, causing Dean to moan loudly and dig his nails into Cas' back again.

"Oh god Cas!" He shouted. "What the hell was that?!" Experimentally, he pressed himself into that precise spot again and felt Dean's entire body shudder beneath him. He thrust his hips repeatedly into that particular spot,

"Don't stop Cas." Dean ground out, and that was all the angel needed. Castiel slammed into the hunter again, earning himself a low groan that resonated throughout Dean's entire body. He gripped Dean's hips and slammed into him again, going a little faster this time. He knew he was doing something right as he heard Dean's breathing matching his tempo. He could feel something building up in the pit of his stomach. His senses were heightened and he could feel all of the heat and sweat from himself and the man he was inside. Dean's breath hitched when the angel reached between them and enveloped Dean in his hand. He matched his hand evenly with the tempo his hips were pumping, stroking up and down the shaft, twisting gently and brushing his thumb over the tip. "Cas," Dean breathed, there was a thin layer of sweat over his whole body. "Y-You gotta slow down man, or I'm not gonna make it." Castiel smiled angrily in the dark.

"You will not come until I say you can Dean." He said menacingly as he slammed himself harder and applied light pressure with his hand, picking up his pace. Dean moaned and sunk his head further into the bed, jerking his hips to Cas' momentum; he clenched the sheets hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Cas leaned down and kissed Dean hard on the mouth while gripping his hips a little harder, then he trailed a line of hard, wet kisses to Dean's neck. "Beg me for it, Dean." He breathed into Dean's ear, making him shutter. He leaned back up and started thrusting into him faster.

"Cas, please." Dean pleaded.

"No."

"Please, for the love of God!"

"No!" Castiel could feel that he was on the verge. The sweet pressure trailing from the pit of his stomach down to the base of his erection. He pushed it off, relishing in the fact that he was in control. He was in control of the alcoholic, pessimistic, aggressive, exasperating, and stubborn Dean Winchester, and he was not going to let him win.

"Castiel, angel of the friggin lord, please let me come!" Dean shouted, and that was the push Castiel needed, suddenly he was over the edge.

"Come for me Dean!" Castiel roared as he felt the pressure finally push itself out of him. He heard Dean give out a strangled moan as he dug his nails deeper into the man's hips, and felt Dean's member convulse with orgasm in his hand. It was the most exhilarating experience of his life. Everything from his sweet release, to the feeling of Dean beneath and around him was unlike anything he had ever felt. He squeezed his eyes shut to feel everything that he could; vaguely hearing the television set shatter and the wood in the bed splinter. His heart was pounding in his chest, stars clouding his lidded eyes, and blood rushing in his ears as he released himself into Dean. When his climax was over he sat back on his heels and looked down at his charge. Dean lay there, breathing heavily, covered in blood, sweat and semen. He opened his eyes and looked up at Cas, confusion plastered over his face. Castiel pulled himself out of the hunter and stood, pulling his wings back into his body in the blink of an eye.

"We must get you back now." He stated, and before Dean could even argue, he was unconscious and clothed. Castiel took a moment to stare at him before pulling his own clothes on. It was in that moment, that simple second, that Castiel understood what love was, and he felt the pang of despair as he realized that it was not likely that Dean would love him back. Shaking his head he propped Dean up on his shoulder and transported them.

Sam was getting very upset with Bobby, questioning him as to where the hell Adam had gotten to.

"He was right in front of me, then he disappeared into thin air." Said Bobby.

"Because the angels took him." With a rush of air and the sound of fluttering wings, Dean and Castiel appeared in the living room to their left. Sam looked over, startled. Castiel was supporting a bloody, bruised, unconscious Dean. He had his arm around his waist and his other hand holding Dean's arm that was slung around his shoulders.

"What the hell happened to him?" Sam demanded, gesturing at his brother.

"Me." Cas replied solidly, staring at Sam and silently begging him not to press further. When Sam didn't pursue the subject, the angel carefully moved himself and Dean over to the bed underneath the window in Bobby's living room. He laid Dean down as gently down on the bed as possible. Cas may have still been angry at the hunters' choices, but he could not bring himself to hurt him anymore tonight. He took a quick second to stare down at his charge, a renewed affection dulling the anger he had had moments before. He turned at the sound of rolling wheels.

"What do you mean the angels took Adam? You branded his ribs didn't you?" Bobby questioned from the doorway.

"Yes, Adam must have tipped them." He said simply and, with a flutter of wings, was gone. Sam turned to Bobby who shrugged. He ran his hand through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh.