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Chapter 6:
This Is Home

Ever since stealing the angel's bases, Dean had been noticing things, things that he normally wouldn't have noticed. It wasn't the way Castiel tilted his head or invaded his personal space and how he liked that or how Castiel's eyes were always wide and too big for his face in an adorable kind of way- but that wasn't it. He had noticed those things before (not that he had admitted to liking them but still).

He was beginning to notice he wasn't the only one paying attention to Castiel.

At first it started with glances and giggling. The glances and giggling could have been directed at any of the three men. Dean hadn't really paid them much attention because the girls weren't his type and he was with Castiel… sort of. But then it started escalating. It escalated to girls asking Castiel out when they were at a diner or asking him for sex when they were at a bar, in subtle ways that the angel didn't understand.

At the diner…

Castiel and Sam were talking about the internet, much to Dean's amusement. Castiel had found the internet to be very interesting but Dean made sure he was there so that Sam wasn't subjected to any sexual questions or Castiel signing up for things he shouldn't be ("Dean, why does this website claim to know who my soul mate is?" "Dean, I did not graduate from college or high school,")

But Castiel's fascination with the internet was amusing.

But the waitress slipping Castiel her number on a napkin with a lipstick stain and a wink was not.

Castiel had looked confused as to why Dean had taken the number and crumbled it up, throwing it away in a storm on his way out. Sam just sighed and shook his head, patting Castiel on the shoulder and was about to explain when Dean shouted for them to hurry up.

At the bar…

"So, you wanna get out of here?" the voluptuous woman asked Castiel, folding her arms and giving him a good view of her cleavage. Castiel's eyes went wide and he looked a lot like he had when Dean had taken him to a whore house. Dean, being across the bar to get their drinks, didn't understand why Castiel had his deer in the headlights look in full effect but it wasn't too hard to put two and two together. He crossed the bar easily and slung his arm around Castiel.

"Hey, who's your friend?" Dean asked.

"I do not know her," Castiel blinked.

"Oh, alright. Ready to go?" Dean asked.

"Yes, Dean," Castiel said, following a smirking Dean out, not really understanding the implications of what Dean had meant. But regardless, Castiel followed Dean out into the alley and Dean pushed him against the wall, attacking Castiel's mouth with his. The night ended with Castiel's pants in a pool around his feet, Castiel's cock in Dean's mouth, fingers buried in his hole, and people walking by as they passed the alley.

Castiel came harder than he ever had, screaming Dean's name.

And Dean hadn't been able to get rid of the proud smirk he'd worn afterwards for a week.

But all Dean was supposed to be doing was teaching Castiel about the bases so no one stole them before Dean did. But now Dean was at a dilemma.

"Dean?" Castiel asked, breaking Dean's train of though.

"Yeah?" Dean grunted.

"Why are there only four bases?" Castiel frowned. "The number line does not stop after four."

"Because it's modeled after a baseball diamond and you can't exactly do more after fourth," Dean said.

"I do not understand," Castiel frowned. Dean sighed. The angel must have been on Google again.

"Fine, review. Come here," Dean said. Castiel made his way over to the couch where Dean was sitting on. Dean tugged him down until he was sitting next to Dean. He pressed his lips against Castiel's. The angel tried to deepen the kiss and Dean let him for a moment before he pulled away. "That was?"

"First base," Castiel said as Dean began to switch his position, pushing Castiel down so he was lying down. He kissed Castiel longer, as a reward for getting his review right, and palmed his erection. Castiel moaned and bucked his hips upwards.

"And this?" Dean asked, breaking the kiss.

"S-second," Castiel gritted out. Dean nodded and unbuttoned the button on Castiel's slacks, sliding his pants and boxers down. Castiel lifted his hips and then took Dean's fingers into his mouth as they were offered to him. He coated them with saliva and when Dean was satisfied, he withdrew the fingers from Castiel's mouth and circled Castiel's hole, making the angel writhe underneath Dean.

"Dean!" Castiel begged. Dean pushed a finger in, filling Castiel in one smooth, hard motion. Castiel couldn't help the moan that erupted from him. Dean lowered his mouth to the angel's cock and licked along a vein. The angel bucked his hips, and stifled a moan as Dean sucked at the head.

"And this?" Dean asked.

"D-Dean…"

"Yeah, I know my name, but what's this base called?" Dean smirked, licking the underside of Castiel's cock and adding another finger inside the angel's hole.

"It's- it's- aah- third," Castiel choked out as Dean continued his ministrations on the angel.

"Good," Dean growled out, taking the angel all the way into his mouth. Castiel couldn't suppress his cry this time. Dean held onto the angel's hips, keeping him from bucking upwards. Castiel thrashed under Dean, trying to get more friction.

"Dean, more!" Castiel moaned. Dean froze above him, staring at the angel with an unreadable expression.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded with vigor and let out a noise of protest when Dean withdrew his fingers but it was silenced when the hunter kissed him again, working on the buttons of his shirt so he could take the shirt and the jackets off in one foul swoop. Castiel broke the kiss to pull Dean's shirt over his head and set to work on Dean's shirt. The angel fumbled with Dean's belt, cursing the object as he hurried to work on the hunter's pants and boxers, pulling them down. Dean maneuvered to get off his pants, standing up and pulling Castiel to the bed.

Dean kissed him hungrily and Castiel didn't realize they were at the bed until the back of his knees hit it. He fell onto the bed, breaking the kiss but Dean followed him, kissing along Castiel's throat as they got adjusted. Castiel let his hands trail along the hunter's body, breath hitching as Dean pushed his fingers back into Castiel, checking to make sure he was stretched. Castiel almost screamed when Dean hit his prostate, hips lifting.

"Dean, I need you now!" Castiel growled. Dean paused and looked at Castiel.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Castiel said. Dean withdrew his fingers and Castiel whined, trying to follow them but Dean held him down with one hand as he lined himself up with Castiel's hole.

"This is home," Dean almost whispered, pushing into Castiel's entrance. The angel tensed up and Dean stopped. "Relax. It'll get better." Castiel took a breath and when Dean felt the angel relax, he began pushing inside of him again, eventually bottoming out. It took all of his strength to stay still inside of the angel, feeling Castiel tighten his walls around him- it was driving Dean insane-

"Move," Castiel hissed. Dean kissed Castiel as he began thrusting inside the angel. Castiel moaned, wrapping his legs around Dean's waist and meeting Dean thrust for thrust.

"Dean!" Castiel screamed when Dean hit his prostate.

"Fuck, Cas," Dean moaned.

"Dean, harder!" Castiel said. Dean pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in. Castiel screamed again and Dean moaned as Castiel's walls tightened around him.

"Killing me, baby," Dean gritted out.

"Dean, Dean, I'm going to-" Castiel panted.

"Let go," Dean said. "Just let it come out." Castiel came and his cry of pleasure brought Dean over the edge. The hunter collapsed on top of Castiel, panting heavily. He rolled onto his side and pulled Castiel into him. The angel breathed heavily as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. Dean propped himself up slightly and pressed a kiss to Castiel's forehead.

"And now you know your bases and you've got the winning point for the team," Dean said.

Sam was getting confused. Dean and Castiel were avoiding each other, well, avoiding each other as only Dean and Castiel could manage. They weren't having their staring contests. Castiel didn't appear as often. They weren't fooling around with anyone or each other. They avoided each other and Castiel opted to go with Sam when given the option of being left alone with the two Winchesters.

It was driving him crazy.

"Cas, what's going on?" Sam sighed.

"I am surfing the internet," Castiel blinked. The words didn't sound right coming from the angel's mouth and Sam regretted that Dean ever taught him that.

"No, I mean with Dean," Sam said. Castiel tensed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Castiel said.

"Whoever told you that you're a good liar lied to you, Cas," Sam said pointedly. "What's going on?"

"He's done teaching me," Castiel said.

"Teaching you what?" Sam asked and then regretted asking but it was too late for him to take back the words.

"Done teaching me the bases," Castiel huffed.

"Did he say that?" Sam asked.

"Well no," Castiel admitted. "But the point was teaching me the bases and now that he's finished-"

"Cas, there's one more lesson both of you can teach each other," Sam said.

"There is?" Castiel blinked.

"Dean," Castiel said.

"Cas?" Dean said and Castiel grabbed him by the lapels of his leather jacket and hauled the hunter to his feet. "What're you-" Castiel silenced him with a hard kiss, wrapping his arm around Dean's waist and pulling him closer.

"You are not done teaching me things and I still have things to teach you," Castiel growled, capturing Dean's lips again. Dean moaned and pulled the angel closer, pulling back with lust filled eyes.

"What are you going to teach me?" Dean asked.

"I love you," Castiel said.

"Oh," Dean blinked. "I love you too."

"Good," Castiel smirked, pushing Dean back onto the bed and capturing his lips again. "Because the Google refused to provide a fifth base and Sam supplied this one."

"Dude, you have got to stop using the internet,"