Castiel's POV

Unlike the night before, he did not sleep peacefully tonight. He knew it was bound to happen sometime, but he still wished that it wouldn't.

He could feel it again. The tremendous pain. He could hear Michael's laugh when he burned Castiel's grace. He just kept feeling it over and over, but it didn't stop. His grace was still burning and this time, so was he.

He could hear a voice whispering to him, "Wake up Cas. It's just a nightmare," it sounded like Dean but it was so far away, so muffled.

He just kept burning and burning, until he couldn't take it anymore. He screamed, loud and ragged.

Bolting upright, he awoke with a start. Panting heavily, he checked his body. He was fine, everything was fine. A pair of lips enveloped his own, caught by surprise he let out a tiny gasp. But it was only Dean.

Together, they sank back down, laying next to one another. His breathing slowed, returning to normal. The nightmare was still there, in the back of his mind. He started shaking slightly, fear taking over his body.

"Shhh, it's okay. I'm here see, only me," Dean comforted, bringing his eyes up to meet Castiel's.

He didn't want to feel weak, he wanted to be strong, to show Dean how strong he was. But in that instant, he wanted nothing more than to curl up in Dean's arms and forget about the rest of the world.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Dean asked him.

He shook his head, curling up tighter and somehow coming closer to Dean.

Dean understood, he just wrapped his arms around him and held Castiel close.

He closed his eyes, breathing in Dean. He smelled of whiskey, leather, and grease. It was comforting, the mix of odors created something strangely pleasant. He knew that he was safe. Taking one last shaky breath, he took Dean's hand in his and tried to fall back asleep.

Dean's POV

The nightmare that Cas had last night scared him. He hated having to see him in pain. It had taken him awhile to get Cas awake, that worried him more. What if next time he couldn't get Cas to wake up? He didn't want to think about it.

Cas stirred next to him, but settled down again with a sigh. He started stroking Cas' hair. Damn, it's so fucking soft! He knew that he would have to wake him sooner or later, but for now he would the tired man sleep.

All too soon, Sam quietly peered into the secluded bedroom. Bringing a finger to his lips, he signaled Sam to not say a word. Nodding, Sam tapped on his watch, signaling that it was time to go. Dean rolled his eyes and gave a thumbs up. Sam nodded and carefully shut the door.

He waited a moment, then spoke, "Cas?"

Cas slowly blinked his eyes open, his beautiful blues coming up to gaze at Dean.

"Come on babe, it's time to go," Dean said while bringing his hand up to cup Cas' cheek.

He brought their lips cascading together with one fluent motion. Cas' hands found Dean's hair and he deepened the kiss. Dean slightly pulled back, "We should take a shower, sweetheart."

Cas' voice was breathy, "Yes."

With a final kiss, both men stood, still in their clothes from yesterday, and made their way out of the bedroom.

"We'll be right out Sammy," Dean said before disappearing into the bathroom.

Sam rolled his eyes, turning back towards his computer, "Sure ya will."

Cas flipped the light on while Dean shut and locked the bathroom door. He moved past Cas, turning on the shower. As he was turning around, Cas took a step closer, closing any distance between them. Crashing their lips together, Dean pushed Cas up against the wall. Cas shrugged his trench coat off, pulling at the hem of Dean's shirt. He lifted his arms, allowing Cas to pull it elaborately over his head. Cas' hands explore his bare chest, tracing along his muscles. Dean fiddled with Cas' tie, loosening it and lifting it over his head. Their kiss became hungrier, both men wanting more. Dean went to work on the buttons of Cas' white dress shirt. Once all the buttons were undone, he sank down, kissing all the way down Cas' chest. Biting and nipping at the sensitive skin as he went. Cas tugged on his hair, urging him to stand up. Ever so slowly, he kissed his way back up, along Cas' neck and jaw. Castiel's hands undid Dean's belt, pushing his pants down to his ankles. He kicked them into the corner. Cas tilted his head back, allowing Dean the room he wanted. He sucked and bit at the base of Cas' neck, leaving a deep red mark. They were both panting heavily.

Dean's fingertips pushed Cas' pants down. Brushing his cheek, he claimed Castiel's mouth with his own. By now, the bathroom was full of steam from the shower, making the room heavy with heat. Cas took his hand, leading him into the shower. Under the spray of the water, he ran his hands through Cas' hair. Squirting hotel shampoo into his hand, he rubbed it into Cas' hair, making sure that his nails scraped his scalp every so often. Castiel closed his eyes, leaning into Dean. Cas copied everything Dean had done, doing it to him. He soaped up a washcloth, running it along Cas' arms. Before he could start on his chest, Cas grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. He dropped the washcloth, being pushed up against the side of the shower. Cas pushed his lips to Dean's, asking for entrance. Slightly parting his lips, he allowed Cas' tongue to enter his mouth. Cas explored and tasted every inch, then resolved to suck on his bottom lip. Dean let out a tiny moan, flipping them so that Cas was against the shower wall.

Sinking to his knees, he took Cas' throbbing cock into his mouth. He took his time, slowly sucking on the tip and twisting around. Cas became squirmish, his arms racing reaching out to grasp onto anything he could get a firm hold on.

It was amazing, how sensitive Cas had become. Even the slightest touch made him shiver uncontrollably.

Dean worked his way deeper, basking in how he could make Castiel feel. He could tell that Cas was close to his climax.

"Dean! Ahhh. Yes!" words began pouring out of Cas' mouth.

He picked up the pace, his movements becoming erotic. Cas' hips bucked in response. To finish him off, Dean pushed all the way back, deep-throating Cas' cock.

As he pulled back slowly, he could feel Cas begin to shake as he reached his peak. Spurting out white hot, Dean swallowed every last drop. Suddenly standing up, he captured Cas in a ferocious kiss, allowing Cas to taste himself on Dean's tongue.

Cas took Dean's cock in his hand, jacking it off. Their lips still connected, Dean's orgasm hit and he came all over Cas' hand. When the stars from behind his eyes faded, he picked the washcloth up and continued stroking it over Cas' smooth skin.

Reaching for the other washcloth, Cas lathered it in the motel's soap. They both mimicked each other's movements, washing each other in a sign of trust.

He turned the knob all the way to the left, shutting the stream of hot water off. Taking Cas' hand, he helped him out of the shower, being careful to not slip on the slick surface. He wrapped a towel around himself, preparing to open the bathroom door.

"I'll be back with some clothes," he pronounced just before slipping out of the bathroom and into the chilly hotel room.

He rushed into their bedroom, not wanting Sam to see him. He found a pair of old jeans, that were hopefully small enough for Cas to fit into, and a oil stained AC/DC shirt. For himself, he picked a black t-shirt, with a dark blue denim jacket to go over it, and a pair of light blue jeans that he thought would do just fine. And of course, he grabbed two pairs of boxers. Silently sneaking back into the bathroom, he clicked the door shut.

"Here these are for you," he handed Cas' the outfit he had chosen for him.

"Thank you, Dean," he planted a quick kiss on Dean's cheek.

Dean smiled a little, undoing the towel and hanging it back on the rack. Cas was quick was get his clothes on. The t-shirt fit nicely, but the jeans were a little baggy.

Looking down, Cas smiled, "They are perfect."

Dean smiled again, putting on his jacket. He towelled his hair dry and then did Cas'. Turning off the light, Dean pulled the neck of Cas' t-shirt up further, covering the deep purple hickey he had created.

Cas blushed, "Thanks."

"There's no need to be embarrassed. I love you," he placed a tender kiss on Cas' lips before opening the door.

Cas walked out first, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Dean soon followed.

"You ready to go Sammy?" Dean asked, resting his head on Cas' shoulder.

"Yeah," Sam closed the laptop, stuffing it in his bag, "Let's go."

"We'll be back before you know it," he handed Cas the TV remote, "While we're gone figure out how to use this."

He chuckled softly when Cas furrowed his brow and tilted his head, gingerly taking the remote from Dean's hand.

"Okay, I shall try."

"I left some food in the fridge in case you get hungry," Sam said while taking a pen and scribbling something on a piece of paper, "Here's our phone numbers in case you need something. Call Dean's number first, but only call for emergencies," he clarified, handing Cas the piece of paper.

Cas absent mindedly rubbed the back is his neck, pulling the neck of the t-shirt down. Sam broke out into laughter.

"Is that…is that a hickey I see?"

Cas turned beet red and stared at his feet.

AN: Thanks for reading guys! I know it's a short chapter and that is took me forever to post, but all I can say is I'm sorry. I hope ya'll enjoyed reading this one!

Until next chapter,

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