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I'm making a start on the smutty Moments (one of which will definitely be an elaboration on last chapter) and a side story for Sam and Rose. But with 5 exams left (one being Maths, which I am certain to FAIL), they won't be published until the end of October. Then my sister in all but blood is coming for a visit from America in mid-November so if I have to sacrifice updates on them in order to just update Moments and spend time with her then I will.

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109. Yours

When Dean awoke the next morning, he saw that Cas was still asleep so he remained in bed, holding Cas close to him. When the two of them had first started sharing the bed, they had started off just sleeping next to each other but always ended up waking up in each other's arms and so they just gave up (not that Dean was complaining, really). It had become a normal and beautiful thing to wake up each morning and find his arms full of his dark-haired angel and Dean just wouldn't give it up for anything.

The previous night came flooding back to him: Cas being kidnapped by the shifter, Dean arriving to find that bitch all over his angel (who had been unable to fight back), him being so angry on the drive back that he couldn't speak to Cas and ended up inadvertently hurting him and then…and then the best sex that Dean had ever had in his life, and there were several nights with Cas that were serious competition.

"Mine. You're my angel. No one else's. No one else can have you. Got that?"

Dean couldn't even bring himself to feel sorry for claiming Cas like that. He was sick of everyone trying to take Cas away from him! Hayley and Doug the vampires…that old sleaze Frank…and plenty more. Why was the universe so hell-bent on taking his angel away?

He didn't realise that his arms had tightened around Cas until his messy-haired angel stirred and mumbled something unintelligible.

"Sorry, angel." Dean didn't know when he'd grown so comfortable with calling Cas pet names but when they were alone, being sappy and lovey-dovey didn't really seem so bad after all, especially since Cas had absolutely no qualms about calling Dean mushy stuff.

"Too e'rly," Cas complained sleepily. "D'n't wanna g't up…wanna sleep…"

"Go back to sleep then, angel." Dean pressed a soft kiss to Cas' ragged hair and Cas purred and snuggled closer to him. Dean felt his heart begin to swell and he unconsciously started to stroke Cas' hair.

"Deeeeeeeean…sleeeeeeep…" Cas complained. Dean stopped playing with his dark hair.

"Sorry, Cas. Go to sleep."

But Cas shook his head and lifted his face to plant a sloppy kiss on Dean's face.

"Too awake," he murmured. Dean's arms tightened apologetically.

"Sorry."

"'S cool." Cas tried to trail kisses down Dean's jaw and throat but he was still mostly asleep and utterly failed. Dean, however, found it cute as hell. Looking down at his angel, he cleared his throat.

"Uh…about last night, Cas…"

"What about it, Dean? It was the best night of sexual intercourse that I have ever had."

Dean snorted.

"Yeah, same here. But…y'know all that stuff I was saying when I was all possessive? About you being mine?"

Cas nodded, his bright blue eyes staring at Dean unwaveringly.

"Well…I just wanted you to know that…I don't believe in owning and possessing people but, y'know…I'm yours. You're mine and I'm yours."

"Of course you don't own me." Cas rolled on top of Dean and captured his lips in a deep kiss. "And I don't own you. We are equals. But that doesn't mean that we aren't each other's. You're my human and I'm your angel."

Dean grinned widely and leaned up to kiss Cas again.

"I love you, angel," he said, unable to tear his gaze away from the deep blue eyes above him. "I love you so damn much it's not funny and if anything was to take you away…dammit, I dunno what I'd do. You've seen what happens whenever someone takes Sammy away from me…"

"I feel the same way about you but selling your soul is what caused this massive chain of events in the first place," Cas said sternly (but not accusingly, which Dean appreciated). "No selling your soul and no doing anything incredibly stupid if anything happens to me. And the same applies to me."

Dean was almost certain that he would break that promise if it came to it (and so would Cas) but he still said, "Deal."

They lay in comfortable silence, Dean lightly running his fingers up and down Cas' back as he knew the angel liked. Cas' soft purrs confirmed this.

"You should be thanking me," Dean said suddenly as a thought occurred to him. Cas frowned at him and he smirked. "Well, if I hadn't sold my soul, you wouldn't have 'gripped me tight and raised me from Perdition' and we wouldn't have this."

Cas just raised his eyebrows.

"By that logic, we should also thank Jake Talley for killing Sam and Azazel for his whole plan and Lilith for sending you to Hell," he said dryly. Dean winced.

"Okay, you smartass, you win. No talking about nasty demons or backstabbing sons of bitches or dying brothers in bed, okay?"

Cas just gave him a smug look and leaned in for a kiss, grinding his hips against Dean's. Dean groaned.

"That's it," he said, trying to think through his fogging mind. "We got today off. We're staying in bed and if Sammy and Rosie have a problem then they can go get a room of their own. You and I are gonna have a whole day of fun."

He nearly exploded then when Cas' blue eyes took on a predatory gleam.

"As you wish."