They spent the rest of the day wandering around the park.

For Crowley it passed in a blur. All he knew was that he had kissed this beautiful being beside him; that this angel trusted him enough to be that vulnerable around him. It made the demon a lot happier than he'd been in a very long time.

The day was getting hotter as the sun rose higher in the sky.

Crowley was, of course, a demon, and the heat did not bother him, but as he watched Castiel he saw a bead of sweat trail its way down from his hair line to his jaw. Crowley felt like a man possessed as he leaned forward and licked it away. He felt the angel's breathe hitch.

Crowley grinned. "Come on." He pulled Castiel to his feet. "Let's go find some shade."

They wandered down a concrete path to a grove of trees in the center of the park.

Crowley paused as two women in skin tight spandex ran down the path passed them. He turned to Castiel and smirked, pulling him off the path and into the trees.

Once they were clear of any prying eyes he sat down under a large oak, and tugged Castiel into his lap. "Now where were we?"

There lips met effortlessly, Castiel's tongue coming out to meet Crowley's as though they were old friends. The demon smiled into the kiss, nipping at the angel's lips.

Castiel moaned, his legs slipping around Crowley's waist squeezing tightly. Crowley's hands traveled up Castiel's thighs to his waist and around behind him, moving down to grasp his ass firmly, drawing the angel closer.

Castiel gripped Crowley tightly, hanging on for dear life.

Crowley used his hold on the Castiel to his advantage, keeping the angel still as he ground his hips upward. Castiel gasped, pulling away instinctively. One of Crowley's hands twisted into the angel's hair pulling his head back against him as the other pulled his hips down, setting up an easy rhythm.

Castiel breathed raggedly into Crowley's neck, making all kinds of delicious little noises that the demon couldn't get enough of. Keeping his rhythm going, his hand left Castiel's hair, tracing down his chest to his groin, rubbing firmly.

Castiel gave a startled shout.

Crowley used his distraction to claim the angel's mouth again. His hands worked deftly, unfastening Castiel's pants and slipping a hand inside, gripping his cock firmly.

Castiel mewled and panted breathlessly, his hands coming up to cup the demon's neck.

Crowley's rhythm slowed as he allowed Castiel to regain his breathe, but his fingers kept busy, tracing the angel's cock, memorizing it's every detail; he lowered his mouth to the angel's neck, licking and biting at his pulse point, marking him. Castiel arched against him, whimpering as he thrust unconsciously into the demon's hand.

Castiel's hand fumbled downward for the catch on Crowley's pants and then ventured inside. He felt proud of himself when the demon groaned. His hand moved uncertainly at first, before his fingers tightened and mimicked what Crowley was doing to him.

Crowley sensed when Castiel was reaching his end. He twisted his wrist sharply, capturing them both and stroking firmly. It wasn't long before Castiel tightened, and released himself into Crowley's hand. A few more strokes and Crowley followed him.

They lay against each other panting. Castiel pressed his head into the demon's neck as Crowley's arms encircled him, petting down his back soothingly.

When Crowley felt Castiel was ready, they both stood. He wiped his hand clean on the grass, and then wrapped an arm around the angel's waist, pressing a kiss to his ear.

When they made it back to the concrete path, Crowley felt light on his feet and couldn't keep the large grin off his face. As they reached the end of the park, Crowley saw a small ice cream shop. He laughed and dragged Castiel over.

It became clear rather quickly that the angel had never eaten a frozen treat before. The demon purchased a large cone and dragged Castiel out to sit on a bench.

Castiel looked at the cone curiously. Crowley smirked and licked the cone from the base to the tip, pausing on the end to suck lightly. His lips came off with a pop. He licked them casually and held the cone out for Castiel.

Uncertain, Castiel placed his lips on the end and suckled lightly. His eyes widened as he pulled back, looking at Crowley in shock.

Crowley grinned. "Good isn't it?"

They took turns moving against the ice cream, working it down until it was flush against the cone.

Castiel licked at his lips, watching as Crowley bit the cone before leaning forward to do the same. He laughed, his eyes bright, reveling in the newfound treat. Crowley wrapped an arm around the back of the bench and scooted closer, giving Castiel easier access to the cone until it was gone.

As the sun began to set they found their way back to the Bentley, and Crowley drove them back to Bobby's. He parked by the gate, and once they were clear of the vehicle it vanished. Hand in hand they walked up to the door.

At the entrance Crowley tugged Castiel to face him. The angel looked at the door in confusion and then back to the demon.

Crowley smiled and kissed him chastely before vanishing.

Castiel beamed as his heart raced in his chest. He touched his lips and opened the door.

The house was empty.

Castiel paused in the doorway. He walked slowly across the entrance, through the living room and into the kitchen. Out back he could hear metal on metal. His pace quickened as he headed out.

Dean was under the hood of the Impala, and Sam sat on top of a work bench reading through an old book. Bobby grinned at Castiel. "We could use some help, get your feathery ass over here." With a smile he joined them.

The evening passed slowly; lights outside cast a warm glow across the hunters and the old cars. Dean and Bobby took the time to give Castiel a few pointers on car maintenance, and then the angel joined Sam in translating ancient spells. At the end of the night they dragged the Impala out and all lounged against her, drinking beer and watching the stars.

It was around midnight when the hunter's decided to call it a night. Sam approached Castiel; his lips turned up in a smile. "The bed is yours tonight, Cas."

Sam moved passed him and into the living room. "Damn it, Dean, give me back the pillow!"

"Come and get it princess!"

Castiel mounted the stairs as loud noises signaled the brothers were now chasing each other; the old wood creaked under his weight as he ascended into the gloom. He entered the first room on the left, and closed the door softly behind him.

The room was blanketed in darkness, but a faint light coming in from the window allowed him to look around. He was rather surprised how different a place could look in the night.

He walked to the large bed dominating the room, and ran his hands across the old quilt blanket, the rough fabric tugging at his fingers. He froze as a loud creak echoed through the house. Sam and Dean must have stopped fighting and finally gone to bed.

Castiel bit his lip and thought about all the times he watched Dean sleep. The hunter always made it look so easy.

He looked down at himself. That's right. The first thing he needed to do was put on something… soft. There was an old wardrobe in the corner. He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of pants with flaming guitars on them.

One hand drifted downward, and popped the button of his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out and into the softer pair he'd found. He had no idea why people bothered with so many different types of clothing, it was so confusing.

He turned and went back to the bed, pulling back the quilt and crawling in. He sank into the mattress and the quilt billowed out in both directions like some kind of tent. He frowned at the wall. Why on Earth did people enjoy this? His hands came up to clutch the pillow.

Castiel scowled. The way the quilt hanged was bothering him and the bed was too big and too small all at the same time. This was not enjoyable. This was not relaxing. He felt… small, and alone. Almost unconsciously his legs drew up, and he wrapped his arms around himself as he watched shadows play across the wall. That was the problem. He felt human.

The bed dipped.

Castiel tensed up, but before be could turn and fight a body enveloped him. He felt warm breath against his cheek. "Hush, hush. It's okay."

In the darkness Castiel made out Crowley's features. He relaxed.

An arm wrapped itself around the angel's waist, and he felt himself being drawn back into a comforting warmth.

The demon's hand slipped up under his shirt and casually caressed his stomach. Lips touched his shoulder. "Sleep now, angel."

Castiel wanted to fight it. He wanted to turn and face the creature behind him, but he found himself drifting. He closed his eyes with a soft sigh. "Good night, Crowley."

"Good night."

The next morning Castiel awoke with the sun. There was still a hand pressed against his stomach; he smiled and his hand moved to cover it.

Behind him Crowley murmured and stretched languidly, his arm casually moving further up until it rested over Castiel's heart. Then he settled back, using his new hold to draw the angel closer against him.

Castiel didn't know why he felt comforted, or why this demon made him feel safe, but he fully intended to find out. He tried to turn around but Crowley's hold prevented him.

"Crowley?"

Behind him there was a sigh. Crowley kissed his shoulder. "Ten more minutes."

"You are kidding, right?"

There was no response. Castiel considered getting up anyway, but he was surprised to find the bed actually was quite comfortable.

Now that he was aware of himself, Castiel felt a strange desire to twitch; to change position; to move. He tried to stretch, but Crowley's grip tightened. He tried to pull away; Crowley pulled him back.

Annoyed, Castiel arched his neck to face the demon. Crowley's head was buried in a pillow. Castiel couldn't decide if he was really sleeping or just faking it. Pouting he turned back to the wall. His arm twitched back. The movement was allowed. Curious, Castiel experimented and found that if he moved slowly, Crowley allowed it. Once he had fully turned to face the demon he slipped closer and burrowed into him. Crowley's arms enfolded him, one hand coming up to tangle itself in his hair. Castiel closed his eyes and let Crowley lull him back to sleep.

"Oh man."

"Dude, shut up."

Castiel opened his eyes and saw the three hunters standing inside the room. He tried to get up, but the arms surrounding him tightened and pulled him back. He placed his hands firmly and pushed, but the demon didn't budge.

Dean laughed.

Sam punched him. "Shh! You'll wake him!"

They stared at each other for a moment, and then both dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Bobby pulled out his camera grinning at Castiel. "Say cheese…"

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