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70. Fuzzy

Castiel was glad that Dean had accepted the bee pyjamas that he had fallen in love with at first sight and persuaded Sam to buy for him. But he felt that he was pressing his luck a little when they were at the local store to get food and he caught sight of a pair of fuzzy black socks hanging up on a shelf.

"Dean?" he said, pointing at the socks. Dean took one look and recoiled.

"No," he said immediately. "No way. I let it slide with that onesie but you are not turning into a teenage girl and getting a pair of fuzzy socks too!"

Castiel looked at the socks mournfully.

"Okay, Dean," he said. Dean had already accepted the onesie despite his misgivings, so Castiel wouldn't argue.

"Hey, Cas? Go and grab some tomatoes, won't you? I just forgot 'em when we were back with the fruit and veg."

"Okay, Dean."

Once he had filled a bag with tomatoes, Castiel sought out Dean, who was three aisles over. He was examining a small box and he smirked at Castiel as the ex-angel approached.

"I reckon we'll need some more after last night," Dean winked. Castiel took one look at the label, which identified the product as lubricant, and he felt his cheeks heat up at the memory of the previous night. As an ex-angel, he knew all about the mechanics of sex (even if he'd never actually experienced it until April, hence why he sometimes felt overwhelmed) and so he was not ashamed. But remembering just what Dean had done to him made his body react in strange and uncontrollable ways and he tried not to look down at his straining pants.

An hour later, they had finished their shopping and were just about to arrive at the bunker. Sam and Rose were still in the library, this time arguing about the merits of filling hula hoops with salt and carrying them as protection against ghosts and demons (Castiel did have to admit that the idea was a good one), and they didn't hear Dean and Castiel until Dean dumped the bags in front of them. The couple jumped in shock.

"Cas and I did the hard labour so you get to put it away," Dean declared. "That means you too, Rosie, since you've just made yourself at home here."

Rose gave him what Dean had told Castiel was called a 'bitch face' but got up and picked up a bag.

"Cas, go take our, uh…stuff to our room." Dean smirked at Castiel once again, whose mind immediately filled with inappropriate images again. Castiel picked up the bag with the lubricant and hurried towards their room, ignoring Sam and Rose's jibes ("Make sure you lock the damn door!" from Rose and, "Keep it down, will you?" from Sam). Once in the bedroom, he dumped the bag on the bed and sat down. He did wish he could have gotten those socks…

"Cas?" Dean entered the room, another bag in hand. "Don't you ever say that I don't do anything for you after this."

"I never said that," Castiel frowned, accepting the bag and looking inside. When he saw a familiar pair of fuzzy black socks, a wide grin spread across his face and he pulled them out of the bag. "You didn't have to, Dean!"

"I know," Dean said, rubbing the back of his head uncomfortably. "But you're like Sammy and his puppy dog eyes. You get that cute, wide-eyed kitten look and I feel like crap if I say no."

"Oh." Castiel felt bad for his unintentional manipulation of Dean. "I'm –"

"Don't! Don't apologise, Cas. Just take the damn socks, okay?"

Castiel examined the socks for a moment before dumping them on the floor, then turning and tackling Dean. Surprised, Dean fell back on the bed, his head hitting the pillows, and Castiel straddled him and tried to tear his shirt off, finding it easier when Dean lifted his torso to let Castiel remove the piece of clothing.

"Not that I'm complaining, Cas –" Dean said, groaning loudly when Castiel began to suckle on one of his nipples, "– but what the hell's this for?"

Castiel paused for a moment and raised himself up to look at Dean's flushed face.

"You accepted my new pyjamas even though you were uncomfortable," he said. "And then I unintentionally manipulated you into buying me those socks. I feel bad, Dean."

"Don't," Dean said. "You're my angel, Cas. That's the sort of stuff I do for you. Oh God, that sounded sappy and chick-flicky."

"Well, now I have to repay the favour," Castiel said firmly. He pressed a kiss to Dean's lips, smacking his human's hand away when Dean tried to undo his slacks. "No, Dean. This is my present to you. Tonight will be all about giving you pleasure, not me."

When Dean tried to argue, Castiel silenced him with another kiss while unzipping his human's jeans. He admired Dean's nobility and determination in making sure that both he and his partner were satisfied and pleasured but Dean had done so much for him – so much that Castiel couldn't even begin to thank him for. Dean had shown him the value of free will, become his best friend, possessed unimaginable loyalty to him (Dean's unwavering faith in him during his alliance with Crowley being an example) and then, after years, chosen Castiel as his lover out of all of the other people he could have had. Even now, Castiel found it hard to believe that Dean had fallen in love with him rather than somebody else and he was eternally thankful for that fact because now he got to spend the rest of his life – and his death – with the man he had fallen for in every way.

One night of pleasure would not even begin to make up for everything Dean had done for him. But at the moment, it was all Castiel could do for Dean and if he got to spend the night holding and kissing and pleasuring and loving his human then he was more than happy to oblige. His only wish was that Dean could know just how much Castiel loved him; because no words, no actions, no amount of physical pleasure could ever express the pure, raw love that he felt for his human.