Disclaimer: I don't own SPN.
Ugh, I would've had this out hours earlier but after a very traumatic experience involving a brand of two minute noodles that I am NEVER buying again and a visit to the ol' porcelain god, this was all I was able to churn out. Sorry if it's crappy.
And yes, I had to make it pure, teeth-rotting fluff after watching 11x02 (with a tiny dash of angst to let me express my feels). Finally, we get a Cas BAMF moment for the first time since S6! Although I'd prefer that they DIDN'T do all that to him first. And I'm kinda upset that - died – he was a likeable douche. Crowley was bloody hilarious, though. And man was that kid frigging creepy. But at least Sammy isn't gonna die any time soon?
Thanks to mollienaturerocks, CaptianAckles and Avalin Rose Ellyot (whose review literally made me shriek with disbelieving laughter) for your reviews :)
108. Mine
Castiel was confused. Had he done something wrong? After being snatched by a psychotic shapeshifter and being made out with and even felt up, all Castiel wanted to do was grab Dean and hold him close and let his human wash away any trace of that foul monster. But Dean had just burst in, stabbed the shifter, hauled Castiel out and into the Impala and set off back to the bunker, barely saying a word. Castiel knew that it wasn't his fault but a not-so-small part of him couldn't help but feel that it was. Did Dean hate him now? Was he tainted? Was he now unworthy of being Dean's angel?
"Dean?" he prompted. Dean's face worked and he didn't say anything, so Castiel just stared out the window at the flashing scenery and wondered how long it was until they were home. It was only twenty minutes later that they were pulling into the garage of the bunker and Dean was grabbing Castiel's bicep and forcing him out of the car. Startled, Castiel allowed Dean to drag him into the abandoned bunker – Sam was staying with Rose and Charlie was at Moondor – and all the way to the bedroom.
"Have I done something wrong, Dean?" Castiel asked as Dean shut the door behind them. When Dean didn't answer, Castiel felt his heart begin to sink even lower but then he was suddenly grabbed around the waist, spun around and slammed into the door, a mouth attacking his. He immediately groaned into the kiss and clutched at Dean's biceps, feeling his heart soar at the fact that Dean didn't hate him.
"Was so frigging angry," Dean murmured, kissing down Castiel's throat. Castiel groaned and tipped his head back to give Dean better access. "When I saw that shifter all over you. Couldn't think straight."
"I – I apologise, Dean." Castiel let out a whimper when Dean bit down hard enough to leave a certain bruise but immediately soothed it with his tongue.
"Don't you dare apologise," Dean hissed. "Not your fault. 'M sorry if I hurt you on the way back here."
He straightened up and smashed his lips against Castiel's again while deftly unbuttoning Castiel's plaid shirt and the ex-angel immediately began to return the favour to Dean. It became a race to take each other's clothes off while still kissing before they fell into bed and got lost in the heat of kissing and panting and feeling every inch of each other as though it was their first time in bed together. And once he had fallen over the edge and pulled Castiel with him, Dean remained on top of Castiel and continued to caress him possessively rather than hugging him close as he usually did afterwards.
"Mine," he growled, running his hands down Castiel's arms. "You're my angel. No one else's. No one else can have you. Got that?"
Castiel nodded weakly, feeling limp and tired. Making love to Dean was never that intense and that had been simply one of the best experiences of Castiel's life so he couldn't go to sleep! Not yet! Not while Dean was still worshipping his body and making him feel as though he meant something!
"I – I love you, Dean," Castiel whispered, forcing his eyes to remain open as Dean rolled over to lay beside him, pulled him close and nuzzled into his side, stroking his face. "You – you give me a purpose. You make me feel special. You make me feel like I am worth something."
"You cut that out right now," Dean said harshly. "You are worth something, Cas, even without me. You're more frigging special than all the other people in the world put together! Apart from Sam and Charlie and Rosie but, y'know, they're family so they don't count. I thought we were past this stuff."
"We are." Castiel sighed contentedly. "But that does not change just how special you make me feel, Dean. I have never felt this way about anybody before."
He let out a long yawn. Dean chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead – a sharp contrast to his earlier fever.
"Go to sleep, angel," he said quietly. "I'll watch over you."
A warm feeling surged through Castiel when Dean used the very words that he had used several years ago and he shifted so that Dean was lying on his back and he was snuggling into Dean. It was no longer a matter of Dean's 'masculine pride and not being in the girl's position', as Dean had put it when they'd first started sleeping in the same bed, but now just the fact that Castiel was a 'needy son of a bitch' and preferred to be the one being cuddled and held when they were hugging or spooning.
"Oh and I love you too, Cas."
Cas smiled and closed his eyes, ignoring the mess between them and falling asleep to the soothing feeling of Dean stroking his hair and murmuring sweet things to him that would never, ever leave the bedroom.