CHAPTER 4: A Love That Feels Like Home
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The door to the bedroom swung open, creaking softly on its hinges before hitting the wall. Dean and Castiel stumbled inside, their movements uncoordinated yet perfectly in sync, lips locked in a kiss that was tender and filled with reverence. Dean's hands rested on Castiel's waist, pulling him closer as they moved deeper into the room, the world outside the door forgotten.
Dean pulled back slightly, just enough to look at Castiel. His breath was coming fast, his heart racing in his chest as he took in the sight of the angel before him, Castiel's lips swollen from their kiss, his blue eyes searching Dean's with a mix of love and longing. Dean lifted a hand to the hem of Castiel's sweater, pausing for a moment as if silently asking for permission. Castiel nodded, his eyes never leaving Dean's.
With one swift motion, Dean pulled the sweater up and over Castiel's head, letting it drop carelessly to the floor. He traced his eyes over the exposed skin, the planes of Castiel's chest catching the faint light from the bedside lamp. For a moment, he couldn't move, the gravity of what was happening settling heavily over him. This was them. The real thing. No walls, no excuses, just him and Castiel taking this step together.
Dean leaned back in, his lips finding Castiel's again, the kiss deeper this time, more deliberate. His hands moved to Castiel's shoulders, his fingers brushing against the warm skin as he let himself get lost in the moment. As the kiss deepened, his lips began to move lower, trailing along Castiel's jaw and down to his neck. He placed soft kisses there, letting his mouth linger as Castiel tilted his head back, exposing more of himself to Dean.
Dean could feel Castiel's hands gripping his sides, holding him close as if afraid to let go. Dean's lips hovered just above Castiel's collarbone, breathing him in before kissing the spot gently. The sound of Castiel's soft, contented sigh sent a shiver down Dean's spine.
Slowly, Dean guided Castiel toward the bed, their bodies moving together with an unspoken understanding. When the backs of Castiel's legs met the edge of the mattress, Dean paused, one hand sliding down Castiel's back while the other rested over his heart. He pressed his forehead to Castiel's for a moment, their breaths mingling as they stood there, caught in the quiet, electric stillness.
Dean gave him a small, almost shy smile before gently lowering Castiel onto the bed. He followed, leaning over him, his hands exploring Castiel's bare chest. His palms were warm against the angel's skin, tracing the subtle lines of muscle, feeling the heat radiating from him. Castiel's eyes fluttered shut as Dean placed a trail of kisses along his collarbone, then lower, his mouth testing the boundaries with each movement.
Dean let his lips graze down the center of Castiel's chest, feeling every rise and fall of his breath beneath him. Occasionally, he glanced up, watching for any sign of hesitation, but what he found instead was something that made his heart swell with pride. Castiel's eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted slightly, a soft flush spreading across his cheeks. Seeing him this way—so open, so vulnerable—was almost overwhelming.
Dean continued lower, kissing his way down Castiel's abdomen, testing the waters as he went. His hands rested on Castiel's hips, steadying him as he moved. When he pressed a soft kiss to the dip of Castiel's navel, he felt the angel's body tense beneath him, followed by a low, involuntary breath of his name.
"Dean…" Castiel whispered, the sound of it breathy and raw, filled with a longing that sent a jolt straight through Dean.
Dean smirked, his lips curving against Castiel's skin. "That's it," he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing. "Let me know how I'm doing."
Castiel's only response was the subtle arch of his hips, his body pressing instinctively closer to Dean's. Dean could feel the growing heat between them, the way Castiel's cock pressed against the confines of his slacks. It was intoxicating, seeing Castiel come undone like this, and knowing he was the one responsible for it.
Dean's hands slid lower, finding the buckle of Castiel's belt. He worked it open slowly, deliberately, his gaze locked on Castiel's face the entire time. Castiel's eyes opened, meeting Dean's, and there was something there—something unspoken but undeniable. Love. Trust. Vulnerability.
Dean paused, resting a hand on Castiel's hip as he leaned back up, capturing Castiel's lips in another kiss. This one was softer, lingering, as if trying to say everything he couldn't put into words. When he pulled back, he searched Castiel's face, noting the faint flicker of nervousness in his eyes.
"If you're not ready," Dean said quietly, his voice gentle but firm, "we can stop."
Castiel shook his head almost immediately, his hands reaching up to cup Dean's face. "No," he said, his voice steady despite the faint tremor of emotion beneath it. "I want this. I want you."
Dean's chest tightened at the words, his breath catching for a moment as he stared down at Castiel. He saw nothing but sincerity in those blue eyes, the kind of faith and love that had always scared him, but now? Now it made him feel whole.
"Okay," Dean whispered, his voice rough with emotion. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Castiel's forehead before capturing his lips once more, pouring everything he had into it.
As the kiss deepened, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of their breathing and the steady rhythm of their hearts. Whatever happened next, Dean knew one thing for sure: this was where he was meant to be. With Castiel. Always.
As the soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed their forms in golden light, Dean pulled back once again, his chest heaving with steady breaths. Without breaking eye contact, Dean reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it aside. His jeans followed, sliding to the floor with practiced ease. Now bare, he paused, letting the significance of the moment settle over him. His body hovered over Castiel's, their heat drawing them closer.
When their skin finally touched, it was electric. Castiel's body responded immediately, arching slightly into Dean's, and Dean let out a soft, involuntary exhale at the overwhelming sensation of their connection. They had fought alongside each other for years, but this was entirely different—something intimate and profoundly vulnerable.
Dean leaned down, his lips resuming their exploration of Castiel's chest. He started with soft kisses, reverent and careful, but as Castiel's body shuddered beneath him, Dean grew bolder. His mouth lingered over sensitive spots, testing and teasing, the low sounds Castiel made only spurring him on.
When Dean shifted slightly, one of his hands slid between them. His fingers wrapped around their cocks, and he began a slow, deliberate rhythm, his palm moving with a practiced touch that left no room for hesitation. Castiel's breath hitched, and his hands instinctively gripped Dean's shoulders, holding him like an anchor.
A deep, unrestrained sound escaped Castiel, and Dean couldn't help but smile. "That's it," he murmured softly, almost to himself. He felt the angel's body move on its own, thrusting into the pace Dean had set, and the friction between them sent jolts of pleasure through Dean, too. His own moan broke free, low and guttural, mixing with Castiel's in the heated air between them.
Dean pressed his forehead against Castiel's, their breaths mingling, their voices reduced to whispers and broken sounds. "You're perfect, Cas," Dean whispered suddenly, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. But he didn't care. Castiel deserved to hear it—because it was the truth.
Castiel shivered at the words, his breathing uneven. "Dean… please," he managed, his voice raw and filled with need.
Dean grunted in response, his movements pausing as he carefully withdrew his hand. Castiel whimpered softly at the loss, his body trembling, but Dean pressed a soothing kiss to his forehead before sitting up slightly. He reached for the nightstand, summoning a bottle of lube and warming the liquid between his hands.
His green eyes met Castiel's again as he positioned himself. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice low but steady, wanting to be absolutely certain before continuing.
Castiel's gaze didn't waver. "I trust you," he said simply, his voice as resolute as ever.
Dean's chest tightened at the words, and he leaned down to kiss Castiel once more, tender and lingering. Slowly, he brought one hand lower, his fingers finding Castiel's entrance. He paused for a beat, looking up at Cas, his eyes asking if should continue. When Castiel gave him a small nod, Dean pressed forward, his movements slow and careful as he slipped in one finger.
His eyes never left Castiel's face. "You okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with quiet care.
"I'm fine," Castiel replied, his voice steady but laced with anticipation. "Don't stop."
Dean nodded, continuing his gentle movements. As Castiel's body adjusted, Dean added a second finger, stretching him carefully and ensuring every touch was deliberate. His fingers brushed a sensitive spot inside, and Castiel's reaction was immediate—his body arched, and a deep moan escaped his lips. He instinctively brought a hand to his mouth, muffling the sound.
Dean frowned playfully, reaching up to pull Castiel's hand away. "Don't hold back," he murmured, his voice a mix of command and reassurance. "I wanna hear you."
To emphasize his point, Dean pressed against that same spot again, and Castiel's head tilted back as his voice filled the room, unrestrained and raw. The sound sent a wave of pride and affection surging through Dean, and he leaned down to plant soft kisses along Castiel's jaw and neck, his lips lingering as he whispered, "That's it. Just like that."
Soon, he withdrew his fingers carefully, his lips continuing their journey along Castiel's skin. He kissed along the sharp line of Castiel's jaw, the curve of his neck, pausing only to look into those blue eyes again. "You sure you want this?" Dean asked, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. "We can stop if—"
Castiel cut him off, his hands coming up to cradle Dean's face. His own face was flushed, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. "Dean," he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. "I've never been more sure of anything."
Dean stared at him for a moment, his chest tight with emotion. He saw nothing but honesty and love in Castiel's gaze, and it overwhelmed him in the best way. With a small nod, he leaned down, capturing Castiel's lips in a fevered kiss, pouring everything he felt into it. Every fear, every hope, every ounce of love—it all came through in that kiss.
Dean leaned forward, his forehead pressing lightly against Castiel's, their noses brushing as their breaths intermingled. "Let me know if it's too much, Cas," Dean whispered, his voice barely audible but laced with care.
Castiel's hands rested gently on Dean's shoulders, his blue eyes unwavering and filled with trust. "I will," he replied softly, his voice steady despite the flicker of nervous anticipation.
Slowly, carefully, Dean began to move, pushing forward with deliberate tenderness. His green eyes searched Castiel's face for any sign of pain, his own breath catching as he felt the tightness enveloping his cock. When he was fully inside, he stilled, his hands cradling Castiel's hips as he gave him a moment to adjust.
Dean's chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as he struggled to maintain his composure. The feeling of Castiel surrounding him, of their bodies so intimately connected, was almost overwhelming. But he forced himself to hold still, focusing entirely on Castiel's comfort. "You okay?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.
Castiel nodded, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he looked back up at Dean. "I'm okay," he murmured. "You can keep going."
Dean's lips quirked into a small, reassuring smile. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to Castiel's cheek, a silent promise that he would take care of him. Slowly, he began to move, his thrusts steady and measured, every motion careful and deliberate. He paid attention to every reaction—every subtle shift of Castiel's expression, every shiver of his body beneath him.
Castiel's eyes fell shut again as the sensations overtook him. The feeling of Dean filling him completely sent waves of warmth and pleasure through him, building with every movement. A soft moan escaped his lips, unbidden, and his fingers dug lightly into Dean's back, holding him close. Every time Dean adjusted, brushing against that perfect spot inside him, it pulled another sound from him, each one louder than the last.
Dean couldn't take his eyes off Castiel. The sight of him like this—open, vulnerable, and utterly trusting—was unlike anything Dean had ever experienced. His heart ached with love, a feeling so powerful it left him breathless. When Castiel's eyes finally opened again, meeting his own, Dean saw every ounce of love and want mirrored back at him. It made his chest tighten, his movements faltering for a split second as the sheer weight of the moment hit him.
Castiel reached up, wrapping his arms around Dean's back and pulling him closer. His voice, low and rough, spilled against Dean's ear like a prayer not meant for Heaven. "Dean," he whispered, the weight of lifetimes in his words. "Don't hold back… You've been waiting for this as long as I have. Don't fight it."
Those words sent a shiver down Dean's spine, and he groaned softly in response. His movements grew more confident, his thrusts stronger, but still careful not to overwhelm. Castiel's moans grew louder, spilling from his kiss-swollen lips as he tilted his head back, exposing the curve of his neck. Dean buried his face in that space, pressing soft kisses there as the pleasure built between them.
Every breathy gasp that escaped Castiel, every dig of his nails into Dean's back, only spurred Dean on. His orgasm was drawing closer, but he held back, focusing on Castiel's needs, on the way his body responded to every thrust. And then, Castiel's voice broke through, low and desperate: "More… don't stop."
The words snapped the last thread of Dean's control. He let out a low growl, propping himself up on his knees and gripping Castiel's hips as he adjusted their position. His thrusts grew stronger, more erratic, as he pounded into Castiel with a fervor that left them both breathless. Castiel arched beneath him, his body trembling with every motion, his voice rising with every moan until it filled the room.
When Dean hit that perfect spot again, Castiel's body tensed, his head tilting back as his orgasm rushed through him. He cried out Dean's name, his entire body spasming with pleasure as he came undone. The sight of him—flushed, breathless, and utterly lost in the moment—sparked a deep sense of pride in Dean, and he felt his own climax approaching rapidly.
Dean's movements became frantic as he chased his orgasm, the sound of Castiel's voice calling his name repeatedly driving him over the edge. When he finally let go, he groaned deeply, his body pressing against Castiel's as his climax overtook him. For a moment, the world seemed to stop, leaving only the sound of their mingled breathing and the warmth of their bodies pressed together.
For a long while, neither of them moved. Dean stayed where he was, his arms wrapped protectively around Castiel as they both tried to catch their breath. The room was quiet save for the faint crackle of the fire in the next room, the warmth of the moment wrapping around them like a blanket.
Eventually, Dean shifted, carefully rolling to the side and pulling Castiel close to him. Their legs tangled together beneath the sheets, and Dean pressed a soft kiss to Castiel's temple, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, "I love you."
Castiel smiled, his blue eyes meeting Dean's as he replied just as softly, "And I love you."
They lay like that for a while, Castiel resting his head on Dean's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The silence between them wasn't empty—it was comfortable, filled with the quiet understanding of everything they had shared. Dean ran his fingers lazily through Castiel's hair, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as his thoughts wandered.
After a while, Dean broke the silence. "Y'know," he said, his voice quiet but thoughtful, "I never thought I'd be the type to settle."
Castiel tilted his head slightly, looking up at him. "Settle?" he echoed.
Dean nodded, his fingers still brushing gently through Castiel's hair. "Yeah. Like… havin' a normal life. The chick flick moments that come with it. I mean, back then, I never saw that for myself. Figured I'd always be on the road, huntin' things, saving people, and all that crap."
Castiel's lips curved into a small smile. "And now?"
Dean glanced down at him, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Now? I think I could grow to like it."
Castiel's smile widened, his blue eyes sparkling with quiet humor. "That's good," he said, his tone light. "I look forward to more 'chick flick moments' with you."
Dean let out a soft laugh, his chest shaking slightly beneath Castiel's head. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get used to it, Cas."
Castiel chuckled softly, settling back against Dean's chest. "Too late."
Dean sighed contentedly, wrapping his arms tighter around Castiel. They lay there in comfortable silence as the night stretched on, the warmth of their connection wrapping around them and chasing away any lingering shadows. For the first time in what felt like forever, Dean allowed himself to simply be—with Castiel, with love, with peace.
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