Dean sat with Castiel at the breakfast table, staring at the gorgeous man in wonder. Castiel kept avoiding his eyes and blushing, but now wasn't the time to touch or kiss. They had to get the kids and Sam off to school, and Raphael had to get to work.

For the most part, the kids had been kept in ignorance of their dad's little foray into hostage/bait role-playing the night before. Dean was grateful, although he wondered if there would ever be a time that it was appropriate to tell them. He figured all it would do was cause them to worry, so the men made up some story about Dean having to go into work unexpectedly.

By the time the kids left, Castiel had decided to give them a quick run down of what he had realized and remembered. He was an angel, he had been an angel for millennia. He recalled the times he had come to Earth to inhabit different human bodies, and Sam pushed for information about history and law practices. Castiel admitted that many of the times he had come to Earth, he had inhabited some politicians bodies, but he mostly stuck to advisory roles to the ruling humans on the planet. He looked at Dean as if there was more that he was going to say on that subject, and Dean was a little nervous to talk about it in front of his brother and his cousin.

Sam and Raphael finally left, leaving Castiel and Dean alone. Dean immediately wrapped his arms around his lover, needing to be close to him and know that he still felt the same. Castiel rested his head on Dean's shoulder, but Dean could still feel the other man smiling at him.

"Quit," Dean said softly in Castiel's ear.

"What are you going to do if I can't?" Castiel mumbled.

Dean kissed Castiel's neck, running his fingers through his hair. "You don't want to know, sha," he laughed a little.

"Maybe I do," Castiel said, laughing up into Dean's eyes.

Dean's expression got serious, just for a moment. "I don't know if I could ever handle losing you again," he whispered. "I almost died when you were gone for so long. Now that you're an angel, you can't leave my side, y'hear?"

Castiel nodded. "Now that I remember I'm an angel, it's going to take a lot to get you away from me."

Dean nodded his head, "Tell me about us spending lifetimes together."

"Once you were named Alexander. Your father was a mighty king named Phillip, and I was your tutor. Your brother's name was Darius, but you weren't brothers in that lifetime. You and he fought a lot."

"What was your name?" Dean asked.

"Aristotle," Castiel replied.

"Who else were we?" Dean's head started reeling.

"When you were Cicero, I was Tullia. When you were Arthur, I was Merlin. When…"

"Whoa," Dean said, pushing Castiel back a slight way to stare at him. "You're saying we were some of the most influential people to have existed?"

"Yes, Dean," Castiel said, looking very seriously into his lover's eyes. "We have always been very important to each other."

Dean nodded, feeling weak. "We're not important like that in this lifetime," Dean said.

"No, I asked God to let us have a simple life together this time. We deserve that, especially because our next lifetime will be very difficult. This is our calm before the storm. Balthazar said not to worry though, he is already setting up for you to be born again with the same name. He has promised me this."

"That fucker," Dean snarled.

"No Dean, he wanted me to remember so that I could protect you," Castiel said. "I am very angry at him for the methods that he chose to employ, but I understand why he wanted me to remember."

"Why? What is so important…"

"My brothers' children are still enslaved by the Russians, Dean. I have to free them, let them have normal lives, and destroy the ones that cannot stop from becoming monsters because of their upbringing."

Dean frowned. "I can help you with that, when I start with the FBI."

Castiel nodded. "I think that was part of the reason God pushed you towards that position."

Dean rolled his eyes a bit. "It's so hard to think that God is real, like that, outside of church."

Castiel grinned at him. "Let's go upstairs and maybe work on some praying."

Dean felt himself get hot. "That is so wrong," he choked out.

"Yes, it is. Let's go punish me for it."

Dean followed Castiel up the stairs, hoping that he wouldn't trip or anything on his way up there. He figured that he wouldn't mind following Castiel everywhere until the end of time, as long as he got to stare at that ass.

Dean's bedroom was a little bit cold, but thankfully it was an older house and all of the bedrooms still had fireplaces in them. Castiel didn't take long to get a fire burning, and Dean was grateful because it made it easier for them to quickly shed their clothing and meet each other under the covers.

"Should we tell Sam and Raphael about our relationship?" Dean asked him, kissing his lover's forehead.

"Maybe," Castiel said. "Most people are not going to be comfortable with two men being lovers. It's never really worked out in the past for us to tell anyone."

"You think that we're going to have to keep it a secret in all of our lives?" Dean asked him.

"Yes," Castiel said honestly. "I do not think that humanity will ever embrace homosexuals. It was okay in Ancient Greece, even expected especially among the warriors of the cities, but since then it has been regarded with a degree of scorn. To make the lives of your children easier, we need to keep this a secret."

Dean really did not want to do that, but he didn't want Lissa or Ben to have a difficult time because of his selfishness. He kissed Castiel to keep his mind off of it, and soon he kissed Castiel because he simply could not stop kissing him. His lips were sweet, and his tongue was hot and wet. It was the most perfect combination that Dean could imagine, and he dragged his hands up and down Castiel's body, marveling at his angel's perfection.

Castiel murmured his name, and it was everything that Dean could do to not come at that husky sound. Dean kissed his way down Castiel's body, lingering at his nipples, feasting on his hipbones, making Castiel's back arch with pure need. He spread Castiel's legs apart, giving him access to his cock, his fingers lingering at the folds and the curves of his body while his mouth made wet glides on Castiel's sensitive skin. He loved the flush that Castiel got, his dick and his chest and his cheeks would get red when he was turned on like this. Dean flattened his tongue and dragged it up Castiel's balls, reaching under him to prop his hips up and tonguing the hole that he was going to fuck.

Castiel was a crying mess at that point, his hips twitching as Dean forced his tongue in. Castiel was begging in a thousand different languages, and Dean smiled even though he couldn't understand a single one of them because he knew what his angel wanted.

Dean leaned up, smiling at his angel, who simply reached up and pulled him down for a kiss as Dean slid into his home. Castiel gasped, his hips stilling where before they had been doing a lurid dance, and Dean froze because he was worried that he had hurt him.

"Sha," Dean whispered to Castiel, his eyes anxious and searching. With that one magic word, Castiel's hips started moving again, and he smiled up at Dean as if Dean had hung the moon. Dean prevented himself from howling with delight as Castiel surged around him like the ocean, but only just.

While both Dean and Castiel had pretty good rhythm, it seemed that while their bodies were joined it was a struggle to keep that together. It was mindless movement, the pleasure building and ebbing, and all of their minds was focused on the sensation that they caused within each other. Their hands searched each other's bodies, their mouths dragged slowly across skin, their tongues tangled and their lips caressed. Hands buried themselves in hair, and towards the end Castiel's hand snuck down to rub hard against the back of Dean's balls.

It was hard to say which one's completion sparked the orgasm in the other, although they knew that they would have to pay attention better next time, or the time after that, or possibly the one after that before they could come up with a satisfactory answer. In the long run, it didn't matter. They held each other, whispering into the other one's ear, until they dragged each other into the shower.

This was their easy life, and they were going to enjoy it before they had to be reborn into the next one. Hopefully, Castiel whispered into Dean's ear, hopefully they would come together as easy as they did in this one.

Dean had a sinking feeling that it wasn't going to be so easy, but he kissed Castiel before his angel could read that thought on his face. He was going to enjoy every single minute of this stolen time together, no matter what.

A/N: I hope y'all have enjoyed this little brain fart of mine. I can't quite figure out what else I need to put in here, although I'm sure it's something. I wanted to get this end out 'cause the plot bunnies, they are a'breedin'. I don't think I'll be doin' much more with this 'verse, but I sometimes I have to write one shots or whatever to make the voices in my head shut the hell up.

Thanks for ridin' on this wagon with me, and thank y'all for your support and kind words. It's really hard for a writer to tell stories to an audience if no one responds. I know I don't thank you enough, and I'm sorry for that. I seriously check my stories like, ten times a day to see if anyone has liked them. Sorry this was so short, but did I mention plot bunnies? I also got to confess to a possessed laptop. Anytime I get new ideas, I swear it keeps opening a new Word Document. I'm probably hitting a key somewhere, but this stupid document keeps popping up.

Enough rambling. Thanks for reading!