Dean awoke from his peaceful sleep to the sound of Castiel's breathing and soft snoring. He tilted his head ever so slightly and glanced to the nearby clock on to see that it was 8 a.m. Tiny golden rays of sun slipped in through the gaps in the curtains to form bright lines on the worn out floor.

The house was silent.

But it was a soothing and placid quiet. Dean sighed as he lay still, feeling the warmth and weight of Castiel nuzzling on top of him. The sleeping angel wrapped his arms tighter around Dean's bare torso and shifted his head slightly on his chest.

Dean found it flabbergasting that Castiel was actually managing to sleep, even with his angel mojo in full throttle. But he didn't mind, he actually loved it.

Dean gazed down at him and ran his fingers lightly through his dark and unruly head of hair. His glorious dark wings had vanished once again sometime in the night while they had slept, but Dean remembers vividly how they felt as he ran his fingers through every layered feather. He also remembered the lovely sounds that Castiel had made, Dean never wanted him to stop saying his name the way he did.

Images of last night flew through his mind.

He thought of how extraordinary the foreign experience had been. Dean had never thought he'd ever kiss, much less...have sex with another man.

Dean wiped a hand across his warm face.

But technically Cas wasn't really a man, hell he wasn't really anything. He's a glowing ball of celestial intent.

Dean snorted to himself at that one.

Dean ran his fingers from Castiel's soft hair down to his back and stroked his spine. Cas shifted slighty as he mumbled jibberish, but soon stilled once again. Dean bit his lip in thought as he realized something. What happened between them, had been much more than just sex, it had been love making.

That's why Dean had been so scared.

He had tried to make love to Lisa in the past, and it had seemed legit. But deep down, hidden beneath layers and layers of doubt, denial and pure stubbornness, he knew that he was only making love to the idea of what he wanted.

Dean paused his stroking on Cas.

It had all just been mindless before, strained and forced, until now. This time it didn't feel forced, and it wasn't. That's why it felt so different.

That's why it felt so amazing.

Castiel began to stir a few minutes later, confused at first about where he was. Dean smiled lazily down at him and Castiel suddenly remembered.

He shifted awkwardly on Dean as his eyes flicked about the headboard, unable to look Dean in the eyes.

"Hello Dean."

Dean chuckled softly,

"Hey Cas."

They continued to stare at each other for a moment as they contemplated the other's demeanor.

Suddenly to Dean's surprise, Castiel slowly crawled higher up toward Dean's face, like a lithe cat. He pressed his swollen lips to Dean's forehead, eliciting a deep sigh from the hunter as he closed his eyes.

Castiel's expression became stern as he pulled back. Dean gave him a questioning look and Castiel's face turned a bright vibrant shade of red.

"I enjoyed having sexual intercourse with you Dean, I would like to do it again."

Dean's eyebrows rose at the comment and began laughing hysterically.

Castiel titled his head in confusion, his brow furrowing into a frown as he watched Dean laugh and sputter.

"Dean?"

Dean accidentally pushed Cas off of him as he rolled over onto his side, clutching his stomach as his muscles hurt from the laugh attack. He wheezed and covered his eyes with his hand,

"Oh god Cas, you really know how to charm em' don't ya?"

He finally began to calm himself and his breathing slowed. He grunted one last time as he rolled around in the sheets, opening his eyes. He was startled to see Cas leaning on his elbow, the frown gone and staring down on him, a tiny smile ghosting across his lips.

To his surprise Castiel leaned over and gripped Dean's shoulders, shoving him swiftly onto his back.

Dean gasped in surprise as he was suddenly looking upwards toward Cas. He actually enjoyed the feel of strong hands gripping him tight and holding him down, he never felt something so exhilarating.

Castiel attacked Dean's lips in a powerful and passionate kiss. Dean blushed furiously as he kissed back, secretly loving the roughness the angel was displaying.

He relished in the feeling of being dominated, for once, but at the same time it terrified him.

Dean silently laughed to himself,

I've been to hell, I've been to heaven, I've meet Lucifer, and I encounter deadly beasts every day, but I'm scared of a damn angel pushing me into the sheets. You are one messed up person Dean Winchester.

Cas continued to kiss him deeply as he ran his hands all over Dean's chest. Castiel began kissing the hunter's ear and nipped at his neck roughly. Dean thought it was amazing how quickly he could learn. Well, he is an angel after all.

Castiel suddenly paused and turned away from Dean.

He yawned.

Dean gave the angel a sarcastic look,

"Really Cas? I'm already boring you?"

Castiel turned back with a smug look on his face, but before he could answer Dean shushed him,

"Never mind, don't answer that." He laughed again, and to his delight he saw Castiel give him a full smile. It was a flash, but it was all that he needed.

Dean sighed as he stared up at Castiel. He tugged on his shoulder lazily so he would move higher toward his face. Castiel complied with a grunt and kissed Dean slowly and deeply. Dean smiled into the kiss, feeling a little less embarrassed to kiss him, and held Castiel close while he settled back down onto his chest. Dean pulled the sheets higher up on the both of them as the haze of sleep slowly drifted over him once again, and he closed his eyes, waiting for the hands of sleep to pick him up and carry him away.

Then out of nowhere Castiel's low and raspy voice filled the silence,

"Dean…do you think we should tell Bobby and Sam?"

Dean's eyes snapped open.

He jerked his head up slightly to look down at Cas, his mouth gaping open,

"What?"

Castiel shifted a bit to get more comfortable while saying,

"Do you not think that Sam has a right to know?"

Dean paused,

"Uh, well, yea I guess. But, I just…I don't think I'm ready to tell them yet, Cas."

And the truth was, was that he really wasn't. How was Dean, the bad boy ladies man, going to tell his younger brother that he went bi for an angel of the lord?

No, no. That was not happening.

But Dean adverted his gaze from Cas, thinking again.

Dean knew he was being low, and it hurt like a bitch. Even though he was severely afraid to tell Sam, he knew in the end that he would. He couldn't pretend that none of this happened. He couldn't pretend that this was fake.

Dean chewed on his bottom lip.

Frankly, Dean was getting sick of having secrets.

He looked back towards Castiel, his jaw practically dropping.

Castiel was doing the famous head tilt, and he was giving him his amazing puppy dog eye look while also including a lip pout. Dean stared back.

Fucking angels.

His thoughts were on turmoil as he contemplated. But when he looked at Cas again, the stern barrier finally cracked.

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. He might as well get it over with now. I mean, it's not like he has to tell them what they were doing behind closed doors.

But there was a tiny, yet profound feeling bubbling up from within him. If Bobby and Sam disapproved, then so be it. Dean would figure it out if they had to cross that bridge. It wouldn't change what Dean and Castiel had, nothing could. But Sam really wasn't the type to judge anyway.

Dean gave an exasperated sigh again and wiped a hand over his face.

This was going to be tough.

Bobby and Sam stared with feigned and somewhat sarcastic surprise at the two men sporting sweatpants and t-shirts. Little did Dean know that Bobby and Sam had already heard the racket upstairs the previous night.

Dean cringed a bit but tried to not let it show. He ran a hand back along his own neck and glanced to Castiel beside him to see that he was staring blankly back at them, no readable emotions laced into his face.

How could Castiel have told them with a straight face?

Sam was sitting at the kitchen table researching on his laptop, while Bobby stood by the kitchen counter cooking bacon.

Dean fidgeted under their gaze as he listened to the snap and crackle of the hot meat sizzling in the pan.

Sam suddenly laughed out loud and went back to his work on his computer. Bobby rolled his eyes and said gruffly,

"Boy, don't you think we already knew?"

Now it was Dean's turn for his eyes to grow wide, he stuttered,

"Uh…w-what?"

Bobby huffed as he turned pieces of bacon over in the pan, adjusting the heat,

"Sometimes you are one big sack of dumb."

Sam picked up a nearby beer bottle and took a quick swig. He set it down and said flatly,

"Yea Dean, it's been pretty obvious."

Dean began to panic. This was not the reaction he was expecting. What does he mean it's been obvious? He started to wipe his hands nervously on his pants, unable to form words,

"I-uh-uh-we-"

Bobby turned away from the bacon on the stove again, pointing at them with his tongs,

"You two boys didn't think I'd notice the way you stare at each other all the damn time? At first I didn't believe it. It didn't seem like you." He shook his head, "But with all of the crap we've been through, I'm not really surprised anymore. I still think it's nuts, but hey, you two can do whatever you want." He began to turn back around but suddenly paused, speaking loudly,

"Except for grope each other like a pair of horny teenagers who can't find a room! I better not see any of that!" Bobby grimaced and returned to his cooking, muttering,

"freakin' idjits…"

Dean's heart hammered inside his chest as his face burned with embarrassment. He continued to wipe his sweaty palms onto his pants as he sputtered,

"I, uh, err, I- I'm not uh, you know!"

Castiel turned his head to look at him.

Dean leaned away and stuttered,

"I mean, I'm only, you know," He tilted his head, "for Cas."

Sam smiled at Dean wickedly,

"So…bi...sexual?"

Dean clenched his jaw and pointed at his younger brother,

"Shut up Sammy!"

Sam looked at him defensively,

"Hey, come on, I'm happy for you! Even though it is, really, I don't know, odd. I mean I did have my suspicions at times…" Sam gestured towards the blank angel and his bright red brother,

"But I'm with Bobby on this one. I never in my entire life would've expected…you two, but, honestly I'm happy for you both," Sam finally gave a sincere look, "Really. But I'm so never going to let this go."

He grumbled as Sam started chuckling at his seat.

Dean shifted his gaze across the room, rubbing his neck fiercely while he stared at the floor,

"Thanks Sammy."

He turned and swiftly walked out of the kitchen. Castiel followed close behind, and Dean couldn't see but Cas was attempting to hold back a laugh.

As they both walked down the hall towards the bedroom, Dean reached back and grabbed Castiel's hand, intertwining their fingers together.

They both fell into the sheets once more, and happily sighed into each other's arms. And if Castiel heard Dean whisper a small I love you into his neck, he wouldn't say. He just simply responded with a kiss.

~Fin~