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Of Winds and Moons Chapter 29 & 30

How many times will he have to relive it?

As many as you deserve.

He grit his teeth and stared out across the waters. Dawn was just breaking, golden rays peeking over the horizon, slathered in periwinkle and pink clouds.

After several minutes, when the sun had been sliced in half by the skyline, he returned to his room and dug in one of his drawers. Finding what he wanted, he threw on an old t-shirt and a pair of swimming trunks.

Dean needed quiet, and he knew where to find it.

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Blasphemous

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Liquid gold sunlight poured into the Grand Hall, reflecting the day’s beginning across smooth floors.

His decision to build his temple facing the East was unusual to the others, but he didn’t feel regret within it. At the start of every day, the sun broke the horizon, flooding his halls with its beauty; something he appreciated, lamented and lavished in, but not the only thing.

He appreciated his lands, quiet and secluded from the rest, and his people, so generous and hard-working. Their gifts, although unnecessary, still pleased him. They left foods from their harvest, trinkets, and jewels, things of semblance to them. He treasured each, and, in return, granted them peace and prosperity. He shielded them from the atrocities of war and famine, and loved them as his own.

There was one thing, though, he appreciated more than all combined.

Prostátis Tígri.

His Tiger.

His Protector.

Known as Prostátis Tígri to the people, to his army, but he knew him by his true, gifted name.

Castiel.

Such a beautifully strange name, fitting for such a beautifully strange man.

Castiel was most always found by his side, ever vigilant, when not training himself or his men. The army was merely precaution, but Castiel never swayed from training them to be the very best, an image of himself reflected in his men.

He stood now, at the entrance of the Grand Hall, swathed in golden light. The dark, sprawling ink covering his back and shoulder stood stark against his tan skin, even more so in the light of day.

He knew what Castiel was looking for, and he also knew he wouldn’t find it. Every morning, Castiel scanned the immediate area for threats and, every morning, he found none, barring the rogue bird or goat.

Satisfied with the area's safety, he turned and strode towards him. The simple grace of his lope brought warmth to his heart. Castiel did nothing without purpose, not even walking.

“The area is secure.” The gravel of his voice boomed through the expanse of the Hall.

“Seems like it always is.” He quipped back lightly.

Castiel grunted in response and rolled his eyes. He knew that Castiel took his safety very seriously, but he still couldn't help tease him a bit.

It was one of his favorite pastimes.

One of them.

He reached for Castiel when he drew near, running a light finger across one of the many brass adornments he wore, feathering the bare skin beneath. Castiel told his men they were war medals, and some of them were, but the others… they were more personal.

Each draped across him from shoulder to hip, and each were placed in a very specific order. The ones that hung  on the outside were, indeed, war decorations; while, the ones closest to his heart were gifts.

From himself.

They were jeweled in many places, lined with glittering gems, sapphires, and emeralds.

Castiel had been bashful when he’d given him the first. He’d considered it almost blasphemous for a God to gift his protector such beautiful things.

He’d reminded him that they’d already done things that were much, much more blasphemous, and Castiel had accepted it a bit easier after.

Even then, as his fingers brushed the small mole above his nipple, Castiel, warrior of a God, blushed deeply.

“Dean, my men will be delivering yesterday’s offerings very soon. I need my composure for then.”

Dean.

His human name.

He savored the sound of it rolling off Castiel’s tongue. He liked his human name, much more so than his other, but he liked it even more when it came from his lover’s mouth.

“What if I sent them away today, dispersed the gifts amongst your men, and kept you in our bed all day?”

A full body shudder rolled off Castiel at the words.

“The men would not take them, merely send them back to you. They are loyal to a fault, you know.”

“Much like someone else I know.”

His fingers found Castiel’s cheekbone, still slightly discolored from a recent incident during training. Castiel leaned into the touch, and pressed kisses into his fingertips.

“As wonderful as your proposal is, they’re already here.”

“Later, then?”

A small smirk was the only answer he received before Castiel was striding away from him to offer a hand to the men.

He was feeling unexpectedly generous that evening.

Not that he wasn’t typically generous, he just felt that the day’s offerings would be better appreciated elsewhere.

“Send the meats to the army, let them eat well. The gold and jewels, to the church. The rest, disperse as you see fit.”

One of the younger men approached him meekly, and he could feel Castiel’s eyes snap to attention of them both. He remained a few feet away but did not take his eyes off of the young man.

“T-There was also this.” He stammered, holding out a small parcel. He could tell the boy hadn’t been with them long, still fresh and green and timid.

He took it and thanked the boy softly, trying to sound as reassuring and gentle as possible. He had no wish to hurt people, never did, but he supposed being in the presence of a God would be intimidating.

It made his heart hurt a little to see them fear him, even though he knew it was for the best. He just wanted them to see him as something less… terrifying.

“Thank you, Samandriel. Please help the others deliver to the church now.” Castiel ordered, his eyes a little softer then.

Samandriel nodded and hurried away, and he examined the parcel in his hands.

It was made of thick paper and had a bit of weight to it and was tied with a piece of brown yarn. He pulled the delicate bow holding it together apart and pushed the page open.

Nestled inside was something blue, nearly the size of Dean’s palm, and smooth like a stone.

He held it up to the light and examined it curiously.

“I believe that is lapis lazuli that’s been smoothed down to a pendant.” Castiel commented beside him.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Someone went through a lot of trouble, or got very lucky, to get that here. It is a rare stone to be found in our part of the world. A great love and devotion was sent with it, no doubt.”

He clasped the pendant tightly in his hand and delved further into parcel, finding letters as well.

A child’s messy handwriting covered it and it made him smile.

“Thank you for saving Mommy when she was in trouble!” It said. Below the words, a drawing of a field and house on fire, with a family standing outside of it. Behind the home was a cloud with two green wax dots. The next page showed the same field and house, but restored with crops growing from the previously burnt ground, and another cloud.

This one had a name in the bottom corner.

Elise.

“I remember this family. Last summer, when the storms were so angry, lightning struck a tree in one of the people’s fields. I could feel their prayers for help, and I aided them. I stopped the fires and pulled the mother from the house. I sent them food and made sure their crops flourished after.”

“Why didn’t I know of this?” Castiel asked him softly, concerned but not angry.

“You needed rest.”

Castiel looked away, as if he was ashamed of the fact, but he brought him back to face him with gentle fingers.

“They needed help, so I did.”

“We are so lucky to have you, Dean. We would have died off so long ago without you.”

He absorbed the words quietly, and felt Castiel’s sincerity. He knew it was true, but he did it because he had the power to, and it was right. The people shouldn’t have to suffer for him.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“Isn’t still a bit early?”

He didn’t answer, instead took Castiel by the hand and led them to their bed.

Their bed had also been something Castiel was first bashful about. The night they’d first lain together, he was gentleman enough to try to sleep on the floor. He didn’t stay there for long, of course, but it was several weeks later before he stopped trying, night after night.

Now they fell together into it, wrapped tightly in one another.

Before Castiel came to him, he would lavish men and women as soon as they touched the sheets, then send them on their way with tales to tell.

He was a different creature then.

Now he lay facing his lover, taking his time to trace the scars that he wore, like the one under his eye. When he was a boy, a wolf attacked his horse in the night. Upon hearing its wails, Castiel rushed to save it, armed with a few sharp sticks and a handful of rocks.

He walked away with a scar, a living horse, and a wolf pelt that now lay in a chest in the corner of the room.

That was so long ago, enough that the scar had faded into nothing more than a silver line, stretching from his eyebrow to the bridge of his nose.

Then there were the others, most darker and angrier, that lined his chest and back, earned from battle with more evil things than wolves.

Even though he’d taken Castiel in and made him his Prostátis, stopped him from aging, and made him stronger, the man still bled. He could still procure scars from his wounds, which he rarely ever let him heal, instead insisting that his power be used elsewhere.

Each scar held a story within it, and he knew them all.

He recalled them each to himself while fiddling with the cool brass that still lay across him, and Castiel laid there and let him.

This was the epitome of their relationship.

The quiet moments, the closeness, and the ability to breathe. It brought him so much joy that he could nearly weep over it. With Castiel, he didn’t have to be profound and godly, he could be as close to normal and human as he could get. No judgement to be found, just… love.

He could be Dean.

He knew the love of his people and cherished it, but Castiel’s was something otherworldly.

It was richer and all powerful.

He sat them both up and drew Castiel closer to him, reaching for the clasps of his brass links, and, one by one, he released them.

With the jingle of each being released, Castiel’s eyes grew darker, hungrier, and when the final fell from its place, they melted into each other.

One would think that making love with a God would mean surrendering to their might, but not with the two of them. Instead, he surrendered to Castiel’s touch, his kiss, warm and soft against his lips.

Blasphemous.

Never would he have thought that someone could get this close to him, to have his trust so completely, to let go; yet, here he was liquefying under Castiel’s prowess.

Castiel treated him like precious glass, skirting light hands down his face and sides. It drove him wild and Castiel knew it.

It was going to be one of those nights.

So, instead of trying to hurry things along and cut straight to the action, he relaxed further into the touch and let himself really enjoy their time together. He relished the warmth of hands and lips on him, everywhere, teasing and coaxing.

Sure, he could fix it where they could dive straight in, and had before, but there was something so deliciously wondrous about opening to Castiel’s fingers. Those fingers knew all the perfect places to make him writhe and they always did just that.

He let out a soft sound, almost akin to a cry, when Castiel slid his oiled cock into him, only to be immediately soothed.

Castiel knew how to take his time with him, how to draw out every sigh and moan, exactly as if he was conducting a war assault. Precise, measured, and careful, and always purposeful. He did nothing halfway, and for sure didn’t when it came to this.

He set the pace, slow and easy, a smooth ascension to ecstasy.

It was in these times Castiel looked like a true God, more so than he ever could, powerful and electrifying. The only other time was in battle, when he let himself be consumed by rage and ferocity. His eyes, normally so ethereally bright, turned dark and the ink that covered him came alive with every roll of his hips.

He could feel a storm forming above them, an unintentional reaction, an unholy personification of their lust and love. When the drops fell, he felt them all.

When they were both finished and spent, they lay again facing each other, letting the night air cool the sweat gathered on them.

At some point, they found each other again and fell asleep.

Someone was in the room, he could feel it, and he knew Castiel could, too.

He felt Castiel’s hand slide under their pillows and grab the blade hidden there. Within an instant, the both of them were up and fighting.

There were four of them, two for each side, and disposing of the first was entirely too easy.

The pained shout that emanated from Castiel drew his attention away for a second too long, and he felt the tip of a blade slice his cheek. It didn’t hurt, but he did not take it lightly. With the touch of his hand wrapped around his assailant’s throat, they were no more than a plume of ash and dust.

Castiel had managed to kill one and injure the last, leaving them kneeling and maimed on the floor of their room.

He ripped the hood from their head and pressed the deadly sharp edge of his blade against the man’s throat.

“Lucius. You stupid fool.”

The man, Lucius, snickered from where he kneeled.

“Oh, yes. What a fool I am, Tígri. Go on, get it over with. We all know the price of treason.”

A dark laugh rose from Castiel, “You think I’m just going to kill you straight away? No, you disgusting leech, I have plans for you. It’s time I make a point to my men.”

“Your men!” Lucius spat, “What will your men think when I tell them what you do at night? When you’re supposed to be protecting their God. Instead, you spend your time beneath him!”

Castiel grabbed the man by a fistful of hair and yanked his head back.

“Tell them. Tell them that while they sleep and dream of women and fortune, that I fuck their God. That I make him scream for me in ways they could never imagine.” He roared, “I’ll make an example of you, lash you until you beg for mercy, then bleed you out and feed you to the dogs. Your death, your blood, and agony, will show the world the fate they will share if anyone dares to harm him.”

In that moment, Castiel stood angry and wounded, naked and unabashedly powerful. Furiosity billowed from his very core and his once soldier trembled under him.

He summoned Balthazar, one of Castiel’s most trusted, silently and stood stone still when the man came charging in, half dressed and sword drawn.

He kneeled to him immediately, “You summoned.”

“Take him and chain him at the foot of the temple. Strip him of his clothes and leave him in the rain. He will await his punishment there.” He commanded quietly.

The man took Lucius, who screamed atrocities at them, without question and did as asked.

He rushed to Castiel’s side as soon as they were alone. The wound cut across his abdomen and bled heavily enough to worry him.

“Leave it.” Castiel gasped, looking paler by the second.

“No.”

He led Castiel back to their bed and made him lay. Gently, he pressed a hand on the wound, cooing when Castiel grunted in pain. Beneath the crimson stickiness, he felt the flesh warm, nearly to a fever pitch.

With the heat, it mended and healed, and within seconds blood was all that left behind.

He could feel Castiel's breathing and heartbeat slow to its normal rhythm again, and, slowly, he sat up.

“Dean… thank you.”

He gathered him up in his arms and held him tightly. That's where they remained until dawn broke and another day began.

With that day, Castiel donned his war cuirass, reserved for rare occasions, and doled out his punishment as promised.

He sat with Samandriel as his sentry and waited, feeling the anger and wrath snake it's way up the temple steps.

When the deed was done and Lucius was gone, Castiel returned and sent Samandriel away.

He helped him out of his cuirass and gently wiped the blood from Castiel’s face and hands.

Then, he gathered Castiel in his lap and they stayed.

No offerings came, for the men knew it was to be a day of silence, and he was grateful. Together they watched the sky fade until dark, then they retired for the evening.

They kept each other safe and warm throughout the night, and when dawn broke again and sunlight poured into their Hall, he clasped the brass chains back together again.

He also added another gift, this time, not a chain. Instead a leather cord with a shining blue pendant hanging from it.

Castiel wore it proudly.

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Performance

“They're incredible.”

Dean says it so quietly that Cas almost doesn’t hear it over the bustle of the city streets. He finds Dean’s attention caught by something across the street from them. Castiel peers over Dean’s shoulder and finds the source. It’s two dancers performing a short ways away from them, a male and a female.

Dean is so enraptured by them that it would hurt Cas to pry his attention away. So, he takes him by the hand and leads him towards them.

Castiel has heard the song playing before. It is erotically  scandalous in every sense, and the two performers are translating it with every movement. Their faces are hidden by sunglasses and tight ball caps, even though it’s nearly midnight, but it makes no difference.

Her body and tight fitting clothes are covered in a sheen of sweat, as are his, and they seem to glide across each other, in exquisitely and sensually calculated movements.

Castiel’s attention however is mostly on Dean’s enthralled expression. His eyes are lit with wonder and excitement, and Castiel can almost feel his pulse beating with the time of the music. They stay and watch through the whole song, Dean’s eyes never straying from the pair.

When the song is over and the two take their bow, Dean seems to come back to himself, and notices Cas’s gaze. His cheeks turn a rosy shade and he’s suddenly a little more bashful, and Cas just can’t have that. He tosses a hefty bill onto the speaker they have and guides Dean down the street, further away from prying eyes.

He seems to catch Dean off guard, abruptly pulling them into an abandoned alleyway, dark and secluded enough to hide them.

Dean’s breath leaves him in a rush when he hits the alley wall and Castiel uses his own body to keep him there, crowding close.

“You seemed to enjoy that quite a bit.” He comments lightly, nipping at the edge of Dean’s jaw.

“Tell me, was it her? All long hair and curves?”

Dean’s breath hitches slightly.

“Or him? Muscles and grace, my that is a heady combination, hm?” Castiel keeps his tone light. He isn’t mad, or even jealous, just genuinely curious.

“Jealous someone else had my attention?” Dean manages breathily.

It quirks the corner of Cas’s mouth up, and he tugs on Dean’s hair.

“Humor me, Dean.” His statement is a little more serious this time and Dean’s eyes darken in response.

A pink tongue darts across his lip before he answers.

“Both.”

“Oh?”

Dean nods a little, “It was the passion. I mean, they were in their own world, dancing like their lives depended on it. They moved so beautifully, Cas. It was like someone built them just for that purpose. It was sensual, but not gaudy or trashy. Erotic but not explicit.”

“Did it arouse you, Dean?”

“Yes.”

Castiel awards his fevered honesty, tenfold. With a hand in hair and one on his hip, he slams his lips against Dean’s and feels him melt.

“Now or will you make it back home?”

Cas gets a whimper in response.

“Use your words, Dean.“

“Now. Please”

“Good boy.”

Cas takes no prisoners and makes quick work of the button on Dean’s jeans. He doesn’t need to get arrested tonight, but his boy does need him.

The high pitched whine Dean emits is the most sinful music to Cas’s ears. The whine turns into a half shout quickly and, as much as he loves to hear it, Cas has to clamp a hand over Dean’s mouth and shush him.

“You have to be quiet, sweetheart. Can you do that?”

Dean nods furiously and whines into his hand again.

“Quick and to the point, ready?”

Another nod and they’re off to the races.

Castiel keeps his grip firm, and his teeth to Dean’s neck, leaving the poor boy in a state of euphoria. He can feel Dean’s pulse under his lips, thrumming to its own beautiful beat.

He knows his boy well, and lets Dean bury his head in his shoulder moments before he shatters. Dean screams into his chest and he can feel the sticky warmth between them.

Castiel uncaringly wipes it away on his jeans and shushes Dean again, holding him tight until he can catch his breath and whispering praises in his ear.

When he’s finally calm, Dean’s eyes are glazed and happy and it makes Castiel’s heart sing.

They wait another minute or so, letting Dean partially come back to himself enough to travel. He hastily cleans himself enough to be presentable, and nuzzles his head into Castiel’s neck again.

“Let’s go home, hm?” Cas suggests. He gets a nod in response and it brings a smile to his face.

The following Monday, they take their first dance class.

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Take Me Home

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by the_dangerous_ginger

Should have bought that umbrella.

Words: 853, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Fluff, light smut, short and sweet

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Of Winds and Moons Chapter Twenty-Five

Distress became more and more prominent as the seconds ticked on and Dean found himself scenting the air, trying to find the scant scent that would lead him to Castiel.

With a scent and a weak link to follow, Dean moved as fast as he could without gaining copious amounts of attention. He flat out sprinted when the door to the stairwell closed behind him, half sliding down the railings in an attempt to move faster.

The scent as well as the amount of distress grew stronger when he hit the bottom basement floor and he tracked it all the way to a poorly labeled room. He ignored the only two stickers on the door, warning of some biohazard, and threw it open.

Amidst the utter chaos of the dark room, Dean could see two figures and the one on top was definitely not Castiel.

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Summer Heat

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Prompt: Written for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge for September 2016.  - The end of summer made him nostalgic. He thought of slow, steady rain, humid nights in an old convertible and stars for as far as the eye could see. Summary: The end of summer made Gabriel nostalgic.

Pairing: Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Word Count: 570

Tags: Sabriel, Fluff, Cuddling and Snuggling, Nostalgia

Also tagging @lacqueluster, @waterkiss37, and @ashiewesker

The end of summer made him nostalgic.  

As Gabriel curled in closer to the warm body pressed against his back, he remembered.  

He remembered the day they were supposed to go to the local amusement park as a reward for finishing their hunt with minimal damage.  They had just finished packing the cooler when the first flash of lightning filled the room, followed closely by the low rumble of thunder.  They stood together next to the window and watched as the skies opened and rain began to fall in a steady beat against the pavement.  

Minutes later, as the thunder grew louder and the rain came down faster, Gabriel finally sighed and glanced over.  Warm, hazel eyes met his, and Gabriel was lost.  The two stumbled together into the closest bed for the very first time, and there they remained the rest of the day.

He remembered the night they drove through Ohio in an old, beat up convertible.  The air was thick and warm, the music was loud, and the roads were empty.  Their hands were clasped together in between them as they drove, and Gabriel brought them up to his mouth for a quick kiss. The blinding smile that followed made Gabriel’s breath catch.    

That moment in time felt perfect to Gabriel, and he wished he could find a way to bottle it up and keep it tucked safely away.  

He remembered that decisive night when Gabriel gave up one of the most important things to him, and gained everything he had ever wanted.  They were perched on the hood of the convertible and staring up at the stars.  Stars, as far as the eye could see, and Gabriel could name them all.  

An arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled Gabriel close. Gabriel felt a small flutter of nerves, and sadness, but he pushed them away as he thought about what he would be gaining.  He closed his eyes, made one final prayer as an archangel, then watched as his grace was pulled from him and taken to heaven, where it would wait.  It hurt.  Oh, how it did hurt.  But he had those strong arms wrapped tightly around him, and those soft lips kissing away the tears as they fell from his eyes.  Once the pain had finally disappeared, Gabriel knew for the first time what it truly felt to be human.  

A small kiss pressed to the back of Gabriel’s neck snapped him back to the present.  

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Of Winds and Moons Chapter Twenty-Four

“Well,” Dean swatted him on the top of his thigh, making him jump and draw in a quick breath, “let’s get this over with.”

Castiel tried to ignore the way the light sting left behind made him feel, as well as the green eyes boring into the side of his head as he swallowed hard.

“Yep. Let’s go.” He agreed again, albeit shakily.

If one thing was for certain, he had to get out of that car right then before he truly embarrassed himself. With that, he all but launched himself out of the Impala, narrowly missing the roof with his head.

Read chapters One through Twenty-Four here!

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Smells Like Honey

Dean heard Castiel pull into the garage just as the timer went off in the kitchen. He pulled the casserole out of the oven, then started pulling plates from the cupboard as he heard the hallway door open.  By the time the casserole was scooped onto the plates, Dean could hear the heavy footfalls of his husband walking down the hallway towards the kitchen.  

Dean placed the plates on the table, then turned around to greet Castiel as he walked into the kitchen.

“Hey babe, how was wor-what the hell happened to you?”

Castiel stood in front of him, soaking wet.  He was covered in a fine white powder, and globs of… something golden clung to his hair, face and clothes. Strands of grass stuck out throughout his unruly wet hair, and a tiny pinecone was sticking against his temple.

Castiel narrowed his eyes and glanced down at himself, dislodging the pinecone in the process.  It fell to the floor with a “plop” and the same golden substance that was all over Castiel splattered across the floor.

“I’m having what some would call a ‘bad night,’” Castiel grumbled.

Dean bit back a laugh at the air quotes.  He stepped up to Castiel and swiped his finger through a random glob on Castiel’s shirt, then brought it up to his nose.

“Is that honey?” Dean asked after taking a careful sniff.

Castiel nodded.

“And the powder is….?”

“Flour,” Castiel mumbled, wiping his hands across his shirt and scattering the white powder all around him.  

“Of course it is flour.  Why wouldn’t it be flour?”  Dean said with a snort.

“This is not amusing.”  Castiel glared up at Dean, and Dean had to fight hard to bite back a grin.  

“Castiel, you are standing in the middle of our kitchen dripping water, honey and flour on the floor.  You have grass sticking out of your hair and I watched a pinecone fall off your face.  This is a little bit amusing.”

Castiel quickly ran a hand through his hair when Dean mentioned the grass, and now there was grass falling down to join the rapidly growing mess on the floor.  Castiel sighed and dropped his hands down to his sides.

“What happened?” Dean asked.

“Dean, I am cold.  May I please change out of my clothes first before we have this discussion?”

“Dude, why didn’t you say so in the first place?” Dean said, widening his eyes and stepping back.  “Tell you what, why don’t I stick our plates in the oven to keep warm while you head up and take a shower?”

Castiel nodded then turned to make his way upstairs towards their bathroom. Dean quickly placed the casserole dish and both plates into the oven, then darted up the stairs after Castiel.  By the time Dean got to the bathroom, Castiel already had his clothes in a pile next to the hamper and the bathroom was starting to fill up with steam from the shower.  Dean admired his husband as he stepped into the shower, then shook his head and started taking off his own clothes.

“Dean, what are you doing?” Castiel asked when he caught sight of him.

“I’m gonna help.”

“You realize I am thirty-four years old, right.  I do not require any help in bathing.”

“Cas, shut up,” Dean said, rolling his eyes as he stepped into the shower.  The water was hot as it slicked down his body and Dean took a minute to watch as the water ran over Castiel, cleaning away the flour and honey stuck to his skin. He poured shampoo into his hand, then stepped up close to Castiel and brought his hands up to his hair.  Castiel’s eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into Dean’s hands.  Dean scratched and scrubbed until every last bit of grass, honey and flour was out of Castiel’s hair, then stepped back to allow him to rinse.

“So,” Dean began, “what happened?”

Castiel sighed as he grabbed the body wash and started scrubbing the rest of his body.  

“I was on my way to the grocery store when I saw a dog limping on the side of the road by the park.  I stopped to check on it, and it ran into the trees.  I went looking for it, but it was nowhere to be found.  Of course it started pouring as I was heading back towards the car, and I slipped in the grass and fell.”

Dean hummed quietly.

“Afterwards, I stopped at the grocery to grab honey for tea.  Some imbecile ran into me with her cart as I was reaching for the honey.  Jars fell all over, and one hit the shelf and exploded.”  

Castiel glared at Dean as he started laughing.  

“Sorry, Cas, I’ll stop!” Dean took a deep breath and fought back his laughter. “Ok, that explains the honey.  What about the flour?”

“The same assbutt-” Castiel was cut off by Dean’s laughter.  Dean tried to stop laughing, he really did, but the look on Castiel’s face as well as the “assbutt” that came out of his mouth absolutely ruined him.  He braced himself against the shower wall as he laughed, and Castiel’s lips twitched as he stared at him.

“Are you done?” Castiel asked as Dean finally stopped to catch his breath. Dean let out one last chuckle, then wiped his eyes and waved his hand to get Castiel to continue.

“As I was saying, the same… lady who hit me with her cart threw the bag of flour she had in her hand to try and catch the honey.  The bag split open when it hit the floor.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Dean said with a huge grin.  “You tried to help a poor dog and got rained on in the process.  You went down in the grass, picked up a pinecone as a souvenir, then went to the store.”  Dean’s voice was starting to get shaky and Castiel glared as he stepped forward and pressed Dean’s back up against the wall.  Dean could see Castiel fighting back his own grin.

“Then you got a little tap from a lady-”

“She hit me with her cart, Dean Winchester.  It was hardly a ‘tap’”, Castiel growled out, and Dean’s grin widened.

“Honey went flying, and then you took a shower in flour when the poor lady tried to save your life.”  Dean had started to laugh again and Castiel pinned him against the wall.

“It’s really not that funny, Dean.”

“Oh come on, Cas.  It’s a little bit funny!”

“Dean, be quiet.”

“Why don’t you ma-” Dean was quickly silenced as Castiel slammed his mouth against Dean’s and slipped a hand down his slick body to curl around his cock. 

“That’ll work,” Dean said breathlessly as Castiel pulled back from the kiss.

Fifteen minutes later they both walked back out to the kitchen in fresh, clean pajamas.  Castiel pulled their food out from the oven as Dean cleaned up the mess from the floor. Once everything was straightened up, the two sat down to eat their dinner.

“Hey, Cas?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you remember to grab honey after all that fiasco?”

Castiel groaned and dropped his head to the table.

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Of Winds and Moons Chapter Twenty-Three

Dean didn’t miss the look of sad fondness that flitted across his features before turning to toss the book back to Sam.

The two goofed off for a few minutes and another handful of lines appeared on the face he was drawing before the sound of his phone skittering across his desk distracted him.

He smiled when he saw the name on the caller ID and pressed the green button.

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Cherry Pie

 “Hey, Cas, think quick!”  

Castiel glanced up and barely had time to flinch before a glob of chocolate pudding hit him in the cheek.  Dean, who was sitting across the table from Castiel, dropped his spoon back into the pudding cup and started laughing.

“What are you, Dean, eight?” Castiel grumbled as he wiped the chocolate pudding off of his cheek with his napkin.

Dean grinned.  

“I am awesome, thank you very much.”

Castiel snorted and shook his head.  He balled up his napkin and tossed it at Dean, who caught it easily.

“You are an immature menace.”

“Yeah, well, you knew that when you married me.”

Castiel hummed quietly and watched as Dean got another spoonful of pudding. He narrowed his eyes as Dean turned the spoon around so that it was facing Castiel, and acted as if he was going to flick it in his direction.  Again.

“Dean Winchester, if you hit me with another spoonful of pudding I will pull you over my lap and spank you.”

Dean stuck his spoon back into his pudding cup, then propped his elbows on the table as he leaned in closer to Castiel.

“You promise?” He asked with a wink.

Castiel mirrored his position over the table.

“You won’t like this spanking as much as your others.  That I do promise.” Castiel sat back up and grinned as Dean’s face turned pink.

Dean cleared his throat quietly, then nodded down at the table in front of Castiel.  “You know, you have your own pudding there.  You could always just get me back.”

Castiel shook his head, then gathered up his dirty dishes, and the unopened pudding cup.  “I refuse to stoop to your level right now, Dean,” he said as he made his way into the kitchen.

“Wuss,” Dean called out.

“Assbutt,” Castiel hollered back.

Later that evening, Castiel walked into the bedroom holding a box.  Dean was naked and sprawled out over the bed with his hands cuffed to the headboard.

Castiel placed the box on the nightstand next to the bed, then crawled up over Dean and straddled his thighs.  He rolled up the sleeves on his shirt, then slowly ran his fingertip from Dean’s hipbone up to his mouth.  Dean pressed a quick kiss to Castiel’s finger, then relaxed underneath him.

“What’s in the box?”

“Your favorite,” Castiel replied, reaching across Dean to open the box, then pull out a pie.

“Is that cherry?”  Castiel nodded.  “Mmm, I love me some pie!”

Castiel scooped out a little bit of the filling and smeared it across Dean’s lips, then leaned down to lick and nibble it off of him.

“You kinky fucker,” Dean breathed out as Castiel sat back up.  Castiel looked from the pie, to Dean, then back down at the pie.

“You know, Dean.  After seven years of marriage, you’d think you would have learned not to mess with me,” Castiel said, placing the pie down on Dean’s stomach.  He scooped out a small handful, then looked up at Dean with a twinkle in his eye.

“What are you talk-” Dean’s question was quickly cut off by a handful of pie smeared all along Dean’s face.  Dean sputtered and glared up at Castiel as Castiel laughed quietly.

“Maybe next time you will think twice before flinging your food at me.”

Dean continued to glare for a few seconds, but Castiel could see his lips twitching.  Finally Dean gave into his laughter.

“You are a cruel son of a bitch, you know that?” Dean asked after he was able to catch his breath.  He darted his tongue out to catch any stray pie he could reach.

“I believe you knew that when you married me,” Castiel said.  He grinned as Dean narrowed his eyes at him. Dean tugged on his cuffs a little, then huffed as he sagged back down into the bed.

“You gonna clean this up?  It feels weird drying on my face.”

Castiel ran a finger down Dean’s cheek, scooping up some of the filling, then held it to Dean’s lips.  Dean opened his mouth and sucked Castiel’s finger inside and grinned as Castiel’s breath hitched. Castiel continued to feed Dean the filling until his face was cleaned off, then he leaned down and kissed and licked the flavor of the pie out of Dean’s mouth.

Castiel grabbed the pie and worked his way down in between Dean’s spread thighs.  He scooped out a little more of the filling, then glanced up at Dean and winked.

“Let’s put this pie to better use, shall we?”

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Reward

A loud crack filled the room, followed by a choked gasp.

“T-ten,” Dean whimpered out before going completely boneless on top of the bed he was bent over.  Tears slid out of the corners of his tightly clenched eyes and his hands were fisted in the sheets.  Harsh pants slipped from his lips, bruised and swollen from biting.  His entire body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat.

“Shhhh,” Castiel soothed from the foot of the bed.  “You did so well for me, baby.  You were such a good boy, so perfect.”  He lightly ran his fingertips over the flaming red marks across Dean’s ass, causing Dean to hiss and squirm.

“Can you stand up for me?” Castiel asked, tossing his belt over to a chair in the corner of the room.  He watched as Dean took a few deep breaths before nodding, then pushed himself off the bed to stand in front of Castiel with his back facing him.

Castiel ran a soothing hand down Dean’s spine before softly scraping his nails over the deepest mark along the bottom of Dean’s ass.  Dean whimpered and arched his back, but settled when Castiel leaned in to kiss his shoulder.

He turned Dean around so that he was facing him.  He gently wiped away the tears on Dean’s face with his thumbs, then ran his thumb across his lower lip.  Castiel grinned as Dean snuck out his tongue to tease at the tip of his thumb.

“Kneel,” Castiel said, voice soft but firm.  He watched as Dean sunk to his knees and looked up at him with hooded eyes.  Castiel placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders and pushed him down farther, until Dean’s ass rested on his feet.  Dean gasped at the contact and his hands fisted in his lap, but he didn’t move from his position.  Castiel knew the pain would constantly be on the back of Dean’s mind as long as he sat on his feet like this.

“Good boy.”  

Dean moaned quietly and darted his eyes from Castiel’s eyes to the front of his pants, then back up to his eyes.  His hands twitched slightly in his lap.

“Would you like to suck me, Dean?” Castiel asked, running his finger over Dean’s lips again.  Dean nodded.

“Do you think you deserve to use your mouth on me?”

“Yes, sir,” Dean breathed out.  “I was so good for you, sir.  I did everything you asked of me.”

“Yes, you did do everything I asked, and so much more.  You were perfect for me, Dean.  So perfect.”   Castiel ran his hand up the side of Dean’s face to his hair before softly scraping his nails across his scalp. Dean moaned quietly at the praise and leaned into Castiel’s touch.

“Go on then.  You’ve earned your reward.”

Dean reached up with shaky hands and unbuttoned Castiel’s slacks.  He continued to look up into Castiel’s eyes as he unzipped them, then pulled Castiel’s cock out.  Castiel curled his fingers into Dean’s hair and tugged his head closer, and Dean finally looked down as he opened his mouth.

Castiel bit back a groan as he pushed his way into Dean’s mouth, his tongue slick and hot against the bottom of his cock.  He shallowly moved in and out of his mouth, enjoying the tight heat as Dean sucked, his lips slick and red wrapped around his cock.  

“Good boy,” Castiel said.  He brought both of his hands up to the sides of Dean’s head and pulled out of his mouth, holding Dean’s head still as he tried to follow him.  

“Hands on my thighs, Dean.”  Dean’s hands immediately slid up and rested on the outside of Castiel’s thighs.  His nails dug in slightly as he looked up at Castiel.  

“Show me your non-verbal safeword.”  Dean tapped his fingers twice against Castiel’s thighs, then stopped.

“Good boy.”  

Dean’s breath hitched and he licked his lips.  

“Color?” Castiel asked quietly.

“Green, sir.”

Castiel slid back into Dean’s mouth and tightened his fingers against the side of his head.  He pulled out far enough to allow Dean to swirl his tongue along the head of his cock, then he thrust back in deep.  He set up a brutal rhythm, fucking in hard and deep.  Dean closed his eyes and moaned around his cock, the vibrations making Castiel gasp softly.  He pressed in deeper, until he was against Dean’s throat, and he felt Dean go slack in his hands.  One last thrust and Castiel was down Dean’s throat, and Dean was swallowing around his cock.

“Touch yourself, Dean,” Castiel panted, watching as Dean kept one hand on his thigh and the other quickly went down to fist his cock.  Dean moaned around Castiel’s cock again, and Castiel started fucking in and out of his mouth.  

“Look at you taking my cock so beautifully.  Your mouth is so good, so perfect.”  Castiel watched as his cock, shiny and slick, slid in and out of Dean’s open mouth.  Dean’s hand was moving faster over his own cock, and Castiel could see his thighs trembling.   He could feel his own orgasm building in the pit of his stomach, knew that Dean had to be close as well.

He thrust in hard and deep once, twice, three times, then held Dean’s head close as he spilled down his throat.  Once he caught his breath, he pulled out of Dean’s mouth, and Dean pressed forward, resting his forehead against Castiel’s hip.  Whimpers and moans were flowing out of his mouth as he continued to fist his cock, and his hips were twitching as if he wanted to thrust into his own hand.

“That’s it, Dean.  You are so perfect, so beautiful.  Go ahead, baby.  Come for me.”

Dean gasped loudly, then shouted as he came all over his hand and on the floor.  His body trembled where it rested against Castiel, and Castiel ran his fingers through his hair and down to his shoulders, soothing him as he came down from his high.  He pulled Dean up to his feet, and Dean groaned as he melted into Castiel’s arms.

Castiel chucked quietly, then guided Dean over to the bed.  He grabbed a tissue and cleaned off Dean’s hand before nudging him down onto his stomach. Dean sighed as he sank into the mattress, and Castiel smiled as he kicked off his slacks and pulled off his shirt, then climbed into bed beside him.  

“How are you feeling?” Castiel asked softly, running his hand down Dean’s back.

“S’good, m’good,” Dean slurred.  Castiel slid his hand down and cupped a cheek on Dean’s ass, and Dean hissed, then groaned into the bed.  He pulled his hand away and drug out some aloe lotion from the table next to the bed, then began spreading it over the stripes across Dean’s ass.  Dean whimpered loudly and jerked under Castiel’s hand, then relaxed with a moan.  

When he was done, Castiel pulled Dean tight up against him and kissed his forehead as Dean twisted so that he was on his side facing Castiel. Dean blinked open his eyes and stared up into Castiel’s face, then smiled slowly.

“Hey, Cas.”

Castiel smiled.  “Hello, Dean.”

Dean snuggled up into Castiel and sighed happily as Castiel wrapped his arms around him.  

“Can you drink some juice for me, Dean?”

Dean groaned into Castiel’s chest, then pulled back and nodded.  Castiel reached back over to the bedside table and grabbed a small bottle of apple juice.  He twisted the cap off, then handed it to Dean who downed it quickly. Castiel then handed Dean a few pieces of cubed cheese he had waiting on the table, and once Dean finished Castiel pulled him close again.

“Would you like to take a bath?” Castiel asked quietly, running his hand up and down Dean’s back.  Dean was quiet for a moment before shaking his head.

“Nah, this is good for right now.  Maybe a movie later?”

“Whatever you want, Dean.”  Castiel kissed Dean’s forehead again.  Dean lifted his head up farther and pressed his lips softly against Castiel’s. Castiel smiled into the kiss.

“Love you, Cas,” Dean said as he pulled away from the kiss.  Castiel tightened his arms around Dean and pulled him in as close as he could.

“I love you, too.  So much.”

Castiel pulled a thin blanket up over the both of them, then held Dean close as he drifted off into his arms.

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Home

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The temperature in South Carolina topped out at an even 74 degrees that day, with the sun shining down and not a cloud in the sky.

Blazing orange, yellow, and red leaves floated down around him, covering the ground in a crisp and colorful layer. He watched them fall from the huge, winding limbs above him behind his dark sunglasses.

Angel Oak park was gorgeous this time of year, right before the turn of September into October. There had been a lull in the park’s normal activity in the past ten minutes, leaving him to the quiet serenity.

Castiel checked the time on his watch and studied the little pink bear in his hand again.

They all would be here any moment now.

He swallowed down a bout of nervousness and adjusted the collar of his uniform.

His team had just landed a matter of hours ago, and he was exhausted, but the surge of excitement and nervousness that ran through him every time he thought of them kept him wide awake.

Not far off in the distance he could hear voices and he automatically straightened, pulling his beret down firmly and adjusting into his stance, folding his hands behind his back.

The closer the voices got the faster his heart beat.

Castiel hadn’t been this nervous since the spring he’d first been deployed. Since then he’d gotten very good at masking it, though.

A loud peal of laughter echoed through the area and his heart swelled when he recognized it.

Dean.

Oh how he’d missed that laugh.

Footsteps rounded the small bend that opened up to the enormous tree he was standing over.

His husband was a visage, standing tall and beautiful, with a handful of leaves multicolored scattered across his shoulders and in his hair. His jeans had a hole in the knee of one leg and the thigh of the other, exposing the pale, freckled skin underneath.

In his arms was the single most precious thing in Castiel’s world.

Claire.

Her hair, which also had a piece of a leaf in it, was up in pigtails tied with bright green bows today. She was giggling and trying her best to cram as many leaves as she could down his husband’s black t-shirt.

Dean was so caught up play wrestling with their daughter to notice his presence, but he didn’t mind waiting.

Sam and Jess, on the other hand, were not as patient.

Sam cleared his throat, drawing both of their attention, and Jess pointed a slender finger in his direction.

His heart felt like it was going to explode.

“Alright, alright, it’s just a tree-,” Dean stopped mid-sentence, “Cas?”

“Papa!” Claire’s face lit up as she squealed and squirmed in Dean’s arms.

Seemingly numb, he let her down and Claire sprinted toward him, a handful of leaves still clutched in her hand. He met her mid-way and crouched down to her level, nearly letting himself be bowled over by the force of her launch. Little arms banded around his neck and he stood again.

Castiel hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until he got a lungful of her fresh and pure scent.

He lost all composure and smiled even as tears streamed down his face.

“You’re home, you’re home!” She chanted in his ear.

“Yes, bug, I’m home.”

He held his girl tight, peppering kisses across her face and hair.

“I missed you so much, Papa!”

He pressed another kiss into her hair and gave her a watery smile, “I missed you too, bug.”

Castiel looked up to see Jess beaming at him, Sam a few feet behind her, sharing the same case of shiny eyes as him. She held out her hands for his daughter and jerked her head in the direction of where his husband still stood frozen.

“Bug, why don’t you go see Aunt Jess for a minute while I go talk to Daddy.”

She went willingly into her aunt’s arms, turning to still smile at him.

“This is for you.” He gave her the bear that had fallen out of his hand and grinned when she hugged it close.

He kissed both Claire and Jess on the head and gave Sam a hug before turning to Dean. Tears were streaming down his husband’s face by the time he’d made the seemingly endless walk towards him.

Slowly, he removed his sunglasses and stopped in front of him, giving him another moment to process. Dean’s eyes glittered like emerald gems as he stared openly at him, mouth still dropped open.

“You’ll catch a fly like that.” He said softly.

“You son of a bitch.” Dean choked out brokenly before mirroring their daughter and launching himself at Castiel.

He let himself be engulfed as a fresh wave of tears fell again.

Dean shook and trembled in his arms, clutching at his shoulders and the back of his head, knocking his beret off, crying openly into the crook of his neck.

“Y-You were s-supposed to call, you ass.” He cry-laughed and punched him in the shoulder.

“I liked this way better.”

When he composed himself enough, Dean leaned back and stroked a hand down his face, then grabbed him and kissed him soundly.

His lips felt like coming home all over again.

Castiel didn’t know how long they stood there under the falling leaves in the warm South Carolina shade, but he knew he didn’t care.

Eventually, when they broke apart, Jess handed him Claire back.

A piece of his heart he didn’t know was missing fell back into place again as he stood there with his little family. He could practically feel the glow emanating from all of them and in that moment, he felt whole.

In his arms he held the very beings that had held him together through all that time.

The seven months he was gone melted away, leaving him with nothing but an endless amount of happiness and love that emanated from all of him.

“Welcome home, Angel.”

He smiled, “It’s good to be back.”

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Of Winds and Moons Chapter Twenty-Two

Time seemed to slow down and stop for the space of a heartbeat. The world pitched and yawned, swaying, tipping, and swirling violently in a near nauseating fashion. The rain seemed to pick up a bit more as the statement bounced and reverberated in his head, looping over and over until the meaning finally sunk in.

Mate.

Dean’s mate.

He, Castiel, was Dean’s mate.

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Three A.M. Coffee

Castiel jolted awake to the sound of frantic pounding on his door.  He glanced over at his alarm clock and groaned loudly before rolling out of bed.  Only one person would be waking him up at the ungodly hour of three in the morning.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Castiel called out as he made his way through his apartment towards his door, voice all gravelly from sleep.  The pounding never stopped, and Castiel quickened his steps before his neighbors started to complain.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said as he opened the door.  Dean stood on the other side with his fist raised as if he was about to hit the door again.  He quickly lowered it and gave a sheepish grin at Castiel, then squeezed his way past him and worked his way towards the kitchen.

“Please, come in,” Castiel grumbled to himself, shutting and locking the door before turning and following Dean.  He leaned against the counter and watched as Dean started poking through his cupboards, pulling out his coffee grounds and a coffee mug.

“Dean,” Cas said, squinting his eyes as Dean filled his coffee maker all the way to the top with water.

“Yeah, Cas?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m making coffee,” Dean said, tapping his foot impatiently on the tile floor as he watched the coffee start brewing.

“I can see that, but, why are you at my apartment making coffee?  At quarter after three in the morning?”

Dean pulled the backpack off his shoulder and plopped it down on top of the counter.  Castiel hadn’t even noticed him carrying it when Dean first pushed his way inside.

“This is why I’m making coffee,” Dean said, waving his Mechanical Engineering course book around before tossing it on the counter next to his bag along with a notebook.  He let out a little “yes!” as the coffee finished brewing and he quickly poured it into the Save the bees! mug he had pulled out of the cabinet before carrying both his coffee and his book to the little table stationed right outside of the kitchen.

“You couldn’t drink coffee at your own place?” Castiel asked, following Dean out to the table and sitting on a chair at the other end.

“Nah, man.  I finished it earlier this evening.  I have a paper due in-” Dean glanced down at his watch “-a little over five hours.  I have to get it done, this is a big part of my grade.”

Castiel just hummed and debated on grabbing a cup of coffee as well, or just heading back to sleep.  He sat there in silence for a few minutes and watched as Dean began writing in the notebook and taking sips of his coffee.

“Dude,” Dean said, startling Cas awake.  He hadn’t even realized he had started drifting while sitting at the table.  “Go on to bed, don’t let me keep you up.”

“You sure?  I can sit out here with you and keep you company, Dean.”

Dean shook his head and shooed Castiel away.  “No, go back to sleep.  I’m not going to make great company right now anyway.  Not until this paper is done at least.”

Castiel stood and yawned before nodding.  He started to head back towards his bedroom, but Dean stopped him before he got to his door.

“Hey, thanks for the coffee.  We still good to go out for dinner and a movie tonight?”

“Yeah.  I’ll be home from my last class around five,” Castiel said, turning and giving Dean a soft smile.

“Awesome.  I’ll meet you here,” Dean said, giving Castiel a smile back before looking back down at his paper.

Castiel left his bedroom door open a crack and snuggled back in under his blankets.  He fell asleep listening to Dean mumbling to himself and drinking coffee.

—–

When Castiel finally pulled himself out of bed for the second time, it was after nine in the morning.  He grabbed some fresh clothes and stumbled his way to the bathroom.  Fifteen minutes later, he stumbled his way out to the kitchen, hair dripping water onto his shirt.  He was pleasantly surprised to see his coffee pot full of still hot coffee, and he quickly downed a cup.

Feeling a little more alert, he glanced over towards the table where Dean had been sitting the night before.  He wasn’t surprised to see Dean gone, but, he was surprised to see a paper propped up against the mug Dean used the night before, and a single flower sitting inside the mug.

As he walked closer to the table, the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile when he saw the little bee drawn in the corner of the paper.  He picked up the flower and huffed out a laugh when he saw that it was a felt rose, but he still hugged it close for a bit before laying it down on the table and reaching for the note.

Hey babe,

Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night.  Or, well, early morning.  Whatever.  Point is, sorry for waking you.

Anyway, thank you again for the coffee.  I really needed it, and it helped me finish my paper on time!  I set the timer on the coffee pot to start brewing at 8:30, I figured you’d be up not long after that.

I’ll see you this evening, and don’t worry, this time I won’t forget my key!

~Dean

Castiel took the note, and the flower, back to his room and placed them on the nightstand.  He grabbed his bag, then left his apartment to head to class.

—–

Castiel could hear his television before he even opened his apartment door, and he smiled knowing that Dean was already inside waiting for him.

He was surprised, however, to find Dean passed out on his couch, oblivious to the movie currently playing.

He quietly closed his door and toed off his shoes, then carried his bag back to his bedroom.  When he returned, Dean hadn’t budged.   Castiel didn’t really want to wake him up, not when he was sleeping so soundly.  He had a feeling that Dean pulled an all nighter last night.  

He bit his lip as he debated on what he wanted to do.  Finally, Castiel shrugged and went back to his bedroom to pull on a pair of pajama pants, then pulled his blanket off of his bed and carried it back out to the couch.  

He tried to sit down and maneuver around so that Dean’s head rested in his lap without waking Dean, but, just as he was getting ready to throw the blanket over him, Dean blinked his eyes open and looked up at Castiel.

“Hey,” Castiel said quietly.  Dean smiled up at him, then nuzzled his face into Castiel’s stomach.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean said, voice quiet and tired.  “Pajamas?”

Castiel ran his fingers through Dean’s hair and chuckled at the happy hum Dean let out.  “Yeah,��� he said.  “I figured they’d be more comfortable for a night on the couch.”

“Uh, what about our date?” Dean asked, frowning.

“Tomorrow, Dean.  You need rest, and I want to stay right here, just like this.”

“You sure?” Dean nuzzled into Castiel’s stomach again, then sighed happily and relaxed completely.

Castiel would eventually fall asleep himself while running his fingers through Dean’s hair.  He would later wake up with a crick in his neck when it was completely dark outside, and he’d wake Dean in the process of getting up to get some tylenol.  They would decide to order some chinese to be delivered, then they’d both snuggle up together (“I don’t cuddle, Cas.  I’m just cold.”) on the couch and pick a movie to watch together before making their way back to Castiel’s bedroom.

But at this moment, Castiel was right where he wanted to be.  

“I’m sure, Dean.  Sleep.”

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Tops

Sam bit back a giggle as he crept up to his brother’s bedroom door.  He was just about to pound on the wood, to scare both Dean and his friend Castiel, when he heard his brother speak.

“Dude, I’m not gay.  But if I was, I would totally be the top.”

Sam rolled his eyes, and again was distracted by Castiel’s snort before he could hit the door and run.

“Dean, we both know you would be the bottom in our so called gay relationship.”  Sam could practically see the air quotes from the other side of the closed door.

By this time, he was interested to see where this conversation was heading.

“No way, Cas.  Besides.  My dick is bigger, that means I’m topping.”  Sam bit down on his fist to stop himself from laughing at the pure ridiculousness of this conversation.

“I think not.”

When there were no more words being spoken, Sam pressed his ear up against the door, straining to hear anything.  He thought he heard the faint rustle of clothing.

Wait.

They seriously weren’t…

“Dude.  You’re fucking hung!”  

Yes.  Yes they were indeed comparing the sizes of their dicks.  This time Sam couldn’t contain it and a little squeak snuck out around his fist.

When the first moan filtered through the closed door, Sam knew his eavesdropping was done.  He quickly retreated back out to the kitchen to work on his homework.  A short while later, Sam dug his headphones out of his backpack so he could drown out the faint rhythmic banging coming from his brother’s room.  Thank goodness their parents were still at work.

Sam was just finishing up his work when he saw his brother stagger his way out of the hallway and into the kitchen with a smug Castiel walking behind him. They may have been fully dressed, but they both looked, and smelled, like pure sex.

“You might want to take a shower before mom gets home,” Sam said, biting back a grin as Dean just turned in his direction and flipped him off before grabbing a glass to fill with water.

Sam stood and walked over next to the sink to grab his own glass and wait to fill it.

“Maybe you two should take one together.  You know, to save water and all-” Sam sputtered as Dean turned the sprayer on and proceeded to hit him right in the face.

It was all totally worth it, though.

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