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With a deep sigh, Castiel let go of the thread that held him within Dean’s mind, falling back into his vessel. He woke again, this time laying where he expected on Dean’s bed. He immediately turned to where Dean slept—or had been sleeping. “Hello, Dean.”
“Hey, Cas.”
“How are you…?” Castiel wasn’t sure how to word the question.
“I’m good. Better. I sent Sam out for some food. Told him I wanted a food wait-time of at least an hour or two.”
“Oh.”
“You been in my head again, Cas.”
“I am sorry, Dean. It was the only way.”
Dean reached forward and ran his fingers through Castiel’s hair, the motion sending a shudder through Castiel’s body. “I’m not sorry. I’m glad. You got my card?”
Castiel felt his pocket before he realized it wouldn’t have made the transition to the physical world. “I did.”
“I meant it. Every word.”
Chancing a smile, Castiel replied, “I love you too, Dean. How much do you remember?”
Dean inhaled deeply and looked up at the ceiling before meeting Castiel’s eyes again. “All of it. What I said. What you said. Gotta say, I’m a little in awe. How you helped all the…parts. Brought everyone together.”
“I didn’t do the work, Dean. You did.”
“You helped, Cas. More than you know. I was doin’ some big-time repressing, I guess. Got a PhD in denial. In a way, Rowena’s spell was kind of a good thing. Y’know? I had to finally accept all these parts of me. I mean, we all got these parts, right? Just…not always so literal. Or separated.” His look turned somber. “Sam told me a little bit about his research, before you woke up. That people go through something like this for real and not from a spell? That’s just wrong, man. No one should hurt that much. And he said a lot of them have these helper parts, who might be angels?”
“It’s possible, yes. Not soldiers like me, but ones who are trained as guides and helpers.”
“I think you qualify as a guide and helper now, Cas.”
Castiel rolled a bit so he was on his side, facing Dean. “Thank you, Dean.”
Dean scooted closer on the bed, but glanced between them briefly before moving the arm underneath him. “I’d like to kiss you now.”
“Oh. I thought…”
“I wasn’t interested? Part of me wanted us married, Cas. Yeah, I’d say I’m interested.”
“Then I would like to kiss you too.”
Dean closed the distance between them and captured Castiel’s mouth in a kiss that promised much more to come. With insistent nibbles and a tongue that demanded entry, Dean wound up laying half on Castiel before he broke for air. “We need fewer clothes,” he said, breathing heavily. He climbed off the bed and held out his hand to pull Castiel up.
“Let me, this time?” Castiel said, putting his hands on Dean’s overshirt.
“Oh, you got it.”
Slowly, Castiel removed Dean’s clothes, intentionally dragging the fabric lightly over Dean’s skin as he peeled off each item, paying attention to Dean’s heartrate, respiration, and pupil width. Once he had Dean’s upper body bare, he ran his fingers down his chest, curving his index fingers just enough to catch Dean’s nipples as he passed over them. When Dean’s breath caught, Castiel pressed his hands harder into Dean’s chest, getting him used to firm touch. Then after several long moments, he pulled his hands away and flicked the tips of Dean’s nipples with his fingernails.
“God, Cas…”
“Just Cas,” Castiel replied with a final flick. He moved his hands down and began to unbuckle Dean’s belt, using more pressure against a larger area than was strictly necessary. Several times, his fingers brushed the hard bulge behind Dean’s zipper, causing Dean to buck his hips involuntarily. He pulled down Dean’s zipper slowly, following with his other hand, rubbing and massaging. Then with quick move, he jerked Dean’s jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankles, kneeling and pulling them off his socked feet, grateful that Sam had taken Dean’s boots off when Dean took the dream root.
He pulled Dean’s bare thighs toward him and kissed the tender skin of his inner thighs and where his thighs met his hips. He kissed and licked the area around Dean’s erection until Dean was trembling with the effort of holding still, then took all of Dean into his mouth in one movement. Dean swayed for a moment, then grabbed onto Castiel’s hair for balance, tightening his hold when Castiel began to use his tongue, trying to emulate what he remembered Dean doing to him.
Dean’s breathing became faster and he groaned a few times before managing to say, “Cas… I’m gonna…”
With one last, long pull with suction, Castiel pulled off of him and stood up. “Yes?”
“This…” Dean waved between their bodies. “This is not fair. You have far too many layers on.”
“You don’t think I should ravish you with all my clothes on?”
“Kinky. And maybe some other time. Right now, I want you naked and in my bed.”
Castiel pulled his trench coat off slowly, still paying attention to Dean’s autonomic nervous system. But instead of getting symptoms of arousal from Dean, he was picking up what seemed to be irritation.
“Naked. Bed. Now,” Dean growled, climbing onto the bed.
With a nod, Castiel used his grace to disrobe himself, leaving the clothes folded neatly on the green couch. He joined Dean on the bed, leaning down to nip at Dean’s collar bones and neck. “Do you want me on my back again?”
Dean shook his head. “No. You’ve, uh... You've seen everything in my head. I want to give you everything else.” Almost shyly, he spread his legs and lifted his own knees, presenting his most private parts to Castiel.
“Oh, Dean…”
“Lube’s in the nightstand. Same place as in my…other room.” Dean smirked.
“Do I need a condom?” Castiel asked.
“You got any STDs, Cas?”
“No. I am not at present capable of carrying any diseases, nor have I had coitus in years.”
“Don’t call it that either,” Dean said.
“I thought that was an improvement over anal intercourse.”
Dean winced. “We gotta get you versed in some slang. But later. No condom.”
Castiel found the bottle of lube, coated his fingers liberally, then used one hand to massage into Dean’s cleft while he used the other to gently massage his balls. He found Dean’s hole and massaged it firmly before pressing one finger in. It slid in easier than he expected, and, watching Dean for any signs of discomfort, he slid a second one in soon after. He pictured Dean’s anatomy from when he’d pieced him back together, and with near-certainty, twisted his hand slightly to the left, felt a round bulge, and swiped his finger firmly over it.
Dean’s hips bucked up and he shouted something incoherent, his breathing now coming in short gasps. His walls were relaxing more, and Castiel slowly added a third finger, watching as Dean started to squirm. “I’m ready, Cas,” he said. “Really.”
Taking his instruction from what he remembered of his time earlier with Dean, he lined himself up and pushed slowly in. Dean wriggled more and grunted in frustration, and Castiel thrust in until he bottomed out, the tightness and warmth nearly overwhelming and almost causing him to climax.
“Relax, Cas,” Dean said, beneath him. Dean’s gaze seemed unfocused, but he was also panting. “Let yourself go. Do what feels good. It’ll feel good for me too.”
Slowly, Castiel pulled almost all the way out, then snapped himself back in, and the sheer sensation of that had him pulling out and pushing in faster and harder. He almost lost his balance once, but used his wings in the etheric plane to keep himself from falling, and then found that flapping them a certain way gave him added thrust and changed the angle slightly so that Dean was moaning in pleasure on every stroke.
“So gorgeous, Cas,” Dean managed to say between groans.
Castiel knew he couldn’t hold on much longer, and, still balancing himself with his wings, he grasped Dean’s erection and stroked it in time with his thrusts. Moments later, Dean cried out and climaxed over his stomach and chest, his muscles clenching in waves around Castiel, who couldn’t stop that race toward the cliff’s edge. He felt himself falling, plummeting, until his own release and the hot, shuddering aftershocks. Loud pops sounded around the room and outside the door.
This time Sam didn’t interrupt. Breathing heavily, Castiel slid out, causing Dean to hiss at the sensation. He used his grace again to remove the fluids but left them both with the residual physical feelings.
He pulled back the covers and helped Dean underneath them, then covered himself up to his waist. “What was that noise?” he asked, once he remembered how to speak.
“I think you blew out every light in the bunker, Cas.”
“Oh. I’m so—”
“Do not say you’re sorry,” Dean interrupted.
“Okay. Sorry.”
Dean snorted. “You came into my life in a shower of sparks and exploding lights. It’s only right you should…” he smirked, “come in my body the same way.”
“Your double entendres are getting worse.”
“I dunno. I think they’re getting better.” Dean ran a hand over the back of his neck. “Hey, uh… Did Sammy ever get those crayons?”
“He did. I think he also bought out the store’s supply of Lucky Charms.” Castiel tiled his head in confusion. “Why?”
“Still wanna use ‘em,” Dean said with a half-smile.
“You want to color?”
“Yeah… I might have gotten in touch with some long-forgotten interests. Maybe even a healthy way to reduce stress.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Dean.”
“But there’s another reason too.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Dean reached his hand up and trailed his fingers along Castiel’s flight feathers, the unexpected touch sending shivers of pleasure through Castiel’s entire being.
Castiel gasped. “You can see them?”
Dean nodded. “You have wings.” He stroked over the upper arch and then combed his fingers through the coverts. “They’re pretty.”