AN: Ok, soooooooo this has gotten way out of hand in the best way possible. I've been receiving a lot of awesome feedback and the hits have been pretty awesome too. SOOOOO without further ado, part three...
You guys asked for it!

Also this will contain an explicit scene in this chapter so please be aware. Its rated M for a reason, I just actually did something this time.

Disclaimer: Still not mine, still not making money

Things were quiet at the Bunker, Dean was content on how things were running. Sam was nearly at full strength after lying low after the Trials had ravaged his system. Cas had stepped in with a few healing charms and small herbs that had helped the process along, Dean had sat there silent as Cas had dripped holy oil on Sam's head, tracing small symbols on his chest as his brother looked around somewhat nervously. But it had helped and that is something Dean will be forever grateful to Cas for.

Between Cas and him, well that was a little more complicated. Behind closed doors Dean was putty in the fallen angel's hands. He had never been more at home when he was with Cas, or more fucking terrified. He couldn't pin down the way he felt with Cas right away, because it was never something he had experienced. He felt-safe? Content. And it scared the shit out of him, though he would never admit that.
The older Winchester was trying desperately not to let his insecurities get to him or to let it show near Castiel.

But during breakfast one morning, everything came to a head.

Cas had been staying in his own room at night still because as much as Dean wanted to wake up, curled around the man he just couldn't allow himself that luxury. Not yet.
He had given himself permission to feel for Cas but he is still needed time for his head to wrap around what he was feeling and how it would affect him in the long run.
So they touched, held each other and lingered as long as Dean would allow before Cas left for the night; they met the next morning in the kitchen and Dean would have cup of coffee waiting for Cas next to him. Cas was not someone you would call a morning person, he barely spoke until after breakfast but he would slip a small smile to the eldest Winchester.

Sam pretended everything was pretty much the same and Dean thanked him for it. The insecurities he had running through his head almost constantly were only bearable knowing that his younger brother not only approved, but kind of set them up.

Today Dean was on edge, Sam had found a hunt a few hours north of them and was trying to convince Dean that they should take it, maybe even get Cas in on it. Dean had his a white knuckle grip on his spoon while Sam made his case, not looking up from his bowl.

"C'mon Dean, its not like I stopped hunting during the trials. And Cas said I was fine now, ok? It looks like a salt and burn anyway, something simple to break Cas in," Sam reasoned.

"Yea I'm not too excited about bringing Cas hunting, and I think you need some more time. Get another hunter on it," Dean said with a sound of finality edged in his voice.

"I think Cas can handle himself," Sam replied, rolling his eyes before shutting his computer angrily.

"Yea well I'll be the judge of that," Dean snapped, dropping the spoon into the half finished bowl and scooted back his chair with a screech.

"The judge of what?" Came Castiel's tired voice as he trudged from the bunker's hall.

"A hunt, I found a hunt," Sam chimed in before Dean could get a word in, and he ignored the glare that Dean shot him as he continued. "Probably just a ghost."

Cas perked up a bit, "That sounds like something that we should take of, is it not?"

"That was I was saying, wasn't I Dean?" The younger Winchester said casting him a withering side glance.

"Yea and I said no," Dean exclaimed, grabbing his breakfast dishes and slamming them into the kitchen sink with more fervor that necessary.

Trying to calm his breathing, Dean gripped the edge of the sink while Cas and Sam talked about the hunt only a few feet away.

"I said no hunting!" Dean finally exclaimed, slamming his hands on the kitchen counter with a resounding smack.

"Dean I don't see what the big deal is-"

"Obviously!' Dean seethed. "But I said no and thats final."

He felt a hand touch his bare arm and he spun around to see Cas's disapproving glare. He shrugged off his touch violently, "Don't fucking touch me, man!"

He stalked off before he had a chance to see the look of hurt on Cas's face.

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Cas turned to face Sam, confusion plain on his face.

"I don't understand, why is Dean so adverse to us hunting?"

Sam grimaced, running a hand through his hair and sitting back down heavily.

"I think Dean is worried. About me," he looked Cas up and down. "About you."

Squinting at the younger Winchester he sat down next to him, "I don't understand. I have been fighting since the birth of the sun, I believe I am more than capable than handling a simple haunting."

Sam shrugged. "Your are human now, Cas. He's probably worried you won't know how to handle yourself. You know how Dean worries."

"He shouldn't worry about me, I am more than capable."

"Maybe you should talk to him, maybe you'll have better luck that I will." Sam muttered

Castiel nodded, a look of determination set on his face.

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"Dean may I speak with you?" Came a voice behind him.

Dean scoffed. "Geez Cas ever heard of knocking?"

The elder Winchester could almost hear Castiel's trade mark head tilt even without turning around.

"What Cas?" He mumbled, skipping to the inevitable.

"I do not understand why you don't wish me to hunt with you."

Dean finally turned to face the fallen angel, "Its not just you Cas, its Sam too. You guys aren't ready. You just got over losing your wings, Sam is barely fit enough to jog around the block."

Castiel raised his eyebrows at his statement, "You don't think I could handle myself without my angelic abilities?"

Shaking his head he looked Cas up and down, "You're just getting used to the whole humanity thing. Give it time before you go barreling in half cocked."

There was rustle of fabric and Dean barely had time to react as the ex angel launched himself at the hunter.
Dean felt himself being shoved into the adjacent wall, his back meeting the plaster with a dull thud almost hard enough to knock the air out of him.

Immediately he felt Cas's teeth at his neck, nipping and leaving small bruises in their wake. He couldn't help but let out a long moan as he felt Cas's lithe fingers tearing the thin fabric of his shirt, ripping it over his head before he had time to think.

"You do not need to protect me Winchester," growled Cas, his hot breath ghosting over Dean's ear as his hands run up and down his sides. Dean could barely think straight, let alone talk as Cas found his way down his collar bone.

"Cas, please," Dean moaned wantonly. "Please man."

"Please what Dean?" Castiel demanded, still holding him to the wall as Dean writhed against any pressure that Cas would afford him.

"Just, fuck Cas touch me please," He whined. Dean tried to not listen to himself beg, Dean Winchester did not beg, but Cas was slowly pulling him apart.

"Not like this." He heard Cas whisper.

Dean groaned in frustration as Cas pulled away from him, pushing him towards the bed; Dean didn't take his eyes off him, his hair splayed in every which way from Dean's forceful caresses and his eyes blown wide with a frenzy Dean had never seen on him before. And fuck did he look amazing, and terrifying at the same time. His shoulder's squared and his gaze leveled on Dean made him look bigger and more powerful than the mere mortal that he had succumb to be.

The hunter's knees hit the back of the bed sending him careening onto the soft, welcoming mattress. Cas was over him in a moment, legs straddling either side of him, pressing him into the bed.

"Castiel, please," Dean rambled, the feeling of Cas over his abdomen was killing him slowly.

Dean swore he saw the fallen angel smirk above him as he rocked forward, his arousal pressing into Dean's creating a friction that sent Dean's eyes back into his head.

Feeling the bed dip beside him he snapped open his eyes to see Cas struggling with the zipper of the hunter's worn jeans and wordlessly, Dean lifted his hips as they slipped down to around his ankles.

Dean tried hard to catch his breath, his eyes following Cas as he slowly peeled his pajama pants and threw them to the side of the room. They hadn't gone this far, heavy handed groping and pg-13 make out sessions that left them both wanting for more. But Dean always felt himself pulling back, he remembered vividly the night when Cas had playful teased the back of his neck while his hand had canvasd his whole upper torso when he felt it dip lower. He remembered his breath hitching as the other mans fingers played with the elastic of his boxer briefs, his back against Cas he felt him press sinfully close to him, slotting himself against him. Dean had jerked away before Cas had been able to peel away the last layer, his heart thudding in his chest. Once again, he had freaked and his subconscious completely shut down any more action that night.

Castiel must have seen the unease on Dean's face because he softened his features, his eyes wide as he once again draped himself over Dean Winchester's body.

"Cas..."

"Just try to calm yourself," Cas whispered, "We can stop if you wish."

"I don't want to stop," Dean admitted, looking down at the bed spread beneath him.

He felt fingers at his chin, forcing him to look up at the blue eyed man straddling him. There eyes met just for a moment before Castiel pressed their lips together once more, using the opportunity to slip the boxers down to his knees with one hand.
Dean's eyes widened as he surged into the kiss, he'd never tell him but he was impressed. The angel caught on fast.

The hunter tried to keep his mind focused on the task at hand; namely getting Cas's state of undress to match his own. Dean allowed his hands to trail down Castiel's ribs, finding hipbones and gripping them tightly, forcing them off of his own body despite craving the friction. He pulled them off lithely, it wasn't much different from undressing a woman but as Cas lowered himself back down to Dean, everything felt different. He heard himself exhale loudly as their bodies met, Castiel's lines of his body matching his own. He wasn't soft or petite, but muscular and lean. He was hard, rage and fire and fuck, he was his.

Dean paused as he felt Castiel hesitate, his fingers splayed on his inner thigh.

"What do you want Dean?" He asked genuinely; there was no teasing, just pure intentions to do this right and Dean could see that right away.

"Just you feathers," he replied almost breathlessly. As he repeated it in his head he kept thinking how stupid that sounded, and almost opened his mouth again but thankfully Cas covered his recovery with his lips and silenced any insecurities.

The hunter was thankful for the distraction as Cas's fingers slowly made their way from his thigh to in between his legs, feeling him there. Dean was nervous as Cas readied him, wincing every so often and moaning as Cas kissed away the uncomfortable sensation, soft and gentle. All the times he had imagined this, he never imaged how doting Cas would be.

"Are you alright?" He whispered softly, pressing against him again, opening him.

"Yea," Dean ground out, biting back the moans that longed to escape from his mouth.

"Are you ready?"

A beat. Silence.

This was it. Dean couldn't find the words so he just nodded, concentrating on the ceiling as Cas grabbed the necessary equipment from the bedside table. Dean gripped the sheets tightly, forcing himself to breath slowly and evenly.

It was when Cas ran his free hand down his face, cupping his cheek gently and kissing him deeply did he relax. Dean's breath hitched and he scrambled for purchase, his nails finding Cas's back as he slowly pushed in.

"Fuck..." he moaned, his head thrown back against the pillow, his eyes tightly shut.

The fallen angel went still immediately, rubbing small circles in his hip with his thumbs, waiting for Dean to nod to go forward.

Dean kept his eyes shut, feeling completely too exposed and open; no one night stand could compare to this.

"Dean look at me please," pleaded Castiel from above him. When Dean finally opened his eyes he found Cas looking at him completely lovingly, his pupils blown and his breath coming in short pants as he struggled to maintain his position.

"Move feathers," Dean smiled, pushing his insecurities to the far corner of his mind. He'd deal with them later.

Castiel grinned and snapped his hips slowly into the hunter, careful not to ruin the moment or accidentally break Dean's trust. And Dean could feel it, the way his muscles trembled as he controlled his thrusts and the way his jaw clenched and his eyes rolled back each time. Dean was captivated; he was unwinding the angel that once swore off intimate relations because of the hassle, the man who could barely give a hug was now trembling above him in ecstasy.

It didn't take long, the marathon of meaningful looks and shaking limbs brought them both to completion, both breathing hard as sweat rolled off their bodies.

Dean winced as Cas slowly rolled off him and to the side of him, his hand never leaving contact with Dean's skin.

"So, how does it feel not to be a virgin anymore?" Dean asked breathlessly, looking over at the man beside him who was still struggling to compose himself. And Dean didn't care how lame it sounded but he mapped Cas's face in his mind so he would always remember the way his dark hair was plastered to his face, and the satiated, drugged grin that had cracked the otherwise impassive face.

Castiel chuckled, his laugh moving the bed. "I don't know Dean, how does it feel?"

The hunter swatted his hip playfully before rolling closer to the man beside him.

"I swear to shit if you say anything about this, I'll deny it," Dean murmured, grabbing the blankets from the end of the bed.

Cas looked up, hurt. Until he realized Dean was pulling the covers over both of them and allowing his limbs to tangle with fallen angels. Dean carefully grabbed Cas and pulled him towards him, Castiel's forehead resting comfortably on the middle of his chest and his fingers intertwined with Deans.

"I don't want you to go hunting yet because I don't want you to get hurt," Dean let himself whisper into Cas's ear, comfortable enough since Castiel pressed to his chest. "I can't lose you. I need you around, ok?"

There was silence between them, Castiel's leg brushing against Dean's as he pulled himself closer to the hunter.

"I need you as well Dean."

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They slept all through the night, wrapped in each other.
Dean didn't tell him to leave and Cas didn't ask. And for the first time in a long time, they both slept through the night uninterrupted by the nightmares that had always plagued them both. Dean didn't realize it until morning but his gun was even still in the drawer; he usually left his favorite weapon on the bed side table, which was a step up from under his pillow. But he didn't feel like he needed it, and he was alright with that.

Sam didn't say anything when they both appeared at the same time the next morning. He barely lifted his eyes in acknowledgment, but Dean saw him smirk as he turned his attention back to his lap top in front of him.

"So, we going on this hunt or not?" Sam finally asked, allowing them to gather their morning meal before diving right in.

"Good morning to you too sunshine," Dean grumbled, taking a large bite of his toast.

"Yea well unlike some people, I actually got some sleep last night," Sam retorted, his face smug.

Dean didn't answer, just lifted his middle finger in response.

"I believe we should give this one to Garth. I think I would benefit from some training first,' Cas interrupted, stirring his coffee. "I have only been human a few months and have no encountered any real combat yet. It would be wise to start with some sparing as I still have the angel blade in my possession."

Sam rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer, obviously annoyed with their sudden allegiance.

"You just roll right over for him don't you Cas," Sam muttered, not unkindly.

Cas cocked his head and looked at the younger Winchester perplexed.

"No, Dean did."

Sam head whipped up, mouth open wide.

Dean's mug crashed to the floor, "Dude!"

AN: Ok. So I did it. I wrote a love scene and actually published it. Hope it was ok, I know it was pretty pg13 but I am a romantic when it comes to this stuff. I'd LOVE feedback!
I am pretty sure I am done with this one now, I need to wrap up The Power Within plus I have another short/one shot (ha saw how well that worked out!) in mind as well.