"Can we go home now Dean?" Castiel asked in a quiet voice, head leaning on the passenger seat window.

"Not quite yet," Dean said. "Sam would be there and I want some alone time with you. You start to get hungry or thirsty, you let me know. I packed some stuff in the trunk."

"I feel very strange, shallow in a way. I don't know what that medicine did to me."

"I know, buddy, I know. We'll get you fixed up okay?"

Castiel sat quietly for a few minutes, listening to Dean breath. "Dean?"

"Yes Cas?"

"You called me baby. You only call the Impala that."

Dean could feel the blush creeping up his body. "Yeah, I did," he said as he swallowed hard.

"Dean, when you say you love me-"

"Let's wait 'til we get off the road, Cas. Huh? I can't-have this conversation while I'm driving."

"Alright," Castiel nodded slowly, "I'm going to shut my eyes for a moment. I do not have a concussion, everything should be fine with me physically."

"You catch some shut-eye. I'll just drive for a little while, okay?"

Within moments of Cas falling asleep, Dean snuck a peek during a long stretch of straight road at Castiel. Correction, Dean thought, at the man I love. He watched Castiel breath for a moment, thinking back to a future that never was. He'd been sitting where Castiel was now- vulnerable, tired, a bit high on the endorphines of fright and curiosity. And now there was love there. And that was the real future, the unexpected one.

Dean followed his gut on a turn that took him away from back home. He didn't know why. He knew he wasn't going to break out into song. He knew he would have a piece of pie sometime in the next week. Hell, he knew Sam wouldn't be pissed at him when they saw each other next. But he couldn't quite put his finger on why he turned left. Until he saw the abandoned building.

Oddly enough, there was nothing wrong with it. No spirits. No possessions. Just a building, a perfect building in the ass-end of nowhere. Maybe used to be a converted government office? It was likely, Dean thought, or maybe it was just damn lucky. He left Castiel in the car.

Castiel awoke alone in the stopped Impala. He was startled, to say the least.

"Dean?" Castiel's voice croaked. Remembering what Dean had said, Castiel left the passenger seat and wound his way around to the trunk, munching on a granola bar and sucking down a half liter of water. He coughed a little, glad to feel better. His thoughts wandered to Dean as the sun started to go down, the sky turning pale but still exuding heat. It wasn't quite evening yet, about three thirty in the afternoon by Castiel's reckoning.

He let out a deep sigh. He couldn't leave Dean now. Not again. It had been too hard the first time and then Dean had told him that he loved him. And he knew he felt the same way. He'd felt that way for a long time. Ever since Adam had been lost.

He found himself coming down off the back bumper, where he had been sitting to eat, and walking around the Impala, looking up at the abandoned house. He noticed the outside peeling paint, how it had once been a deep shade of yellow. He noticed the repairs needed on the shutters. He didn't notice the man staring at him from the upstairs window, willing him to come in his mind.

Castiel began walking towards the house, wondering if Dean was inside. He thought it was strange, even for Dean. Dean loved his new home, he'd traveled days to get there before. Castiel called his name, walking through all the downstairs rooms, hearing his feet creak over wooden floors. There was still nothing.

He found Dean in an upstairs room. Dean was looking out the window, muscles tense and hands clasped behind his back as though he were straining against something.

"Dean?" Castiel asked from the doorway. He'd been frightened by Dean the last time he'd seen him like this.

"Hey Cas," Dean said, looking back with a turn of his head. "It's a nice day out, don'cha think?"

"Yes, it is," Castiel said as he approached cautiously. "What are we doing here Dean?"

Dean waited until Castiel was inside of his personal space, facing him. Dean thought for a moment, a tremble forming in his lips. "There's something- something we need to talk about."

"We don't have to."

Dean nodded a little. "I know. But maybe, maybe we should. I think if we don't- if we let this moment go by-"

"Dean, I would never ask anything of you that you couldn't give me. I know you, I gripped you tight, remember?"

"I know that, Cas. You've seen me at my lowest lows and my highest highs. We've been through a lot together. You've been my best friend through all the shit I've gone through and put you and Sammy through and when I thought I had lost you," Dean said, closing the gap and reaching for one of Castiel's hands, threading his fingers through, "it damn near killed me."

"Dean, don't-"

"I'm no great shakes at this. Let me just say it."

"Alright."

"I love you, Cas."

Castiel felt himself deflate, looking down at Dean's shoes and then back up to Dean's eyes. This was it. The moment that was going to change Dean's life. Castiel knew everything, all of his maturation and hope was going to rest on his own response. "I've never loved anyone more," Castiel said matter-of-factly.

Dean let out a sob he'd been holding in the deep of his chest for who knows how long. He pulled Castiel into his body.

"I can't tell you how much I want to kiss you," Dean purred, "all those times we were alone together and I just hated myself for wanting you but I couldn't stop."

"I know," Cas said as he looked up at Dean, "I wanted to leave so many times because I knew you were hurting yourself over me but I couldn't leave. Leaving you is an impossibility."

"Good. Because its you and me and Sam forever. No jokes, no tricks, no snide comments. Deal?"

Cas let out a small smile. "Only if we kiss on it, Dean."

"More than happy to oblige," Dean said as he lowered his head slightly, tipping Castiel's chin back with a calloused hand. Dean's touch caused Castiel to let out a small moan and Dean used the seconds leading up to the kiss to caress Castiel's jawline. He watched emotions play across Castiel's face and it made him hungry to kiss.

The kiss was deep, spanning eternities and yet lasting no longer than four minutes. When they broke apart, Castiel looked at Dean, who broke out into a grin.

"Best kiss ever," Dean said cheekily.

"I'm glad to make you happy," Castiel replied. "I would gladly make you happy twice."

"Noted," Dean said, taking Castiel in for another kiss, but winding his arms around Castiel's back the second time, kissing his lips and then working his way down to Castiel's jawline and into the crook of his neck. The angel's scent infuriated him and he nibbled against the flesh of Castiel's neck, causing Castiel to buckle slightly and his knees to crash into Dean's legs.

Dean chuckled into the crook of Castiel's neck. "Well, damn," he whispered, "if I had known you were going to have that reaction-"

"Make love to me, Dean," Castiel demanded as a response. Dean was only too happy to oblige. He moved Castiel over to a setee covered with a white sheet. He'd pushed a table with it to create a long sofa table thing. It would work. For their first time.

Castiel leaned back as Dean hovered over him, kissing him deeper and thrusting their forms closer togehter until Dean's legs were splayed against Castiel's and Castiel's arms were slung around Dean's back, their lower halves welded together.

"Damn, baby," Dean purred, "seems like you're happy to see me."

"Never let me leave again," Castiel begged.

"You want a marking all your own?" Dean asked, biting down on his bottom lip. "Somethin' to say that you're mine?"

Castiel shook his head. "Only a fool would think otherwise."

"I might mark ya anyways, good old-fashioned hickey. How would you like that?"

"I don't know," Castiel said as he pulled Dean down by his lapel, lips tantalizingly close. "Where would this alleged mark occur?"

"Mmm-somewhere-special," Dean responded, a hovering light kiss of the lips punctuating each word.

"Dean," Castiel sighed. "Dean."

"Damn, baby, I love when you say my name. Tell me what you want, tell me everything," Dean searched Cas' eyes, lust filling his own, darting over the parts of Cas he could see and the parts of Castiel he'd imagined.

"I just want you," Castiel stated, unsure of what sexual desires he had beside simply being with Dean. Being with Dean was enough of a flame to burn an entire forest to the ground.

"I can give you that and more," Dean whispered seductively in Castiel's ear while one hand traveled down Castiel's body to their merged crotches, hand kneading the sides of a growing tent. Castiel squirmed slightly.

"We a fan of that?"

"Heavens- Dean!" Castiel began to arch his back but Dean held him down.

"Nope. Nope. Waited too long for that. We're not gonna lose our heads just yet. Maybe we'll just take some time to see what we've been thinking about." It was with great regret that Dean found himself climbing off of Castiel.

Castiel sat up slightly, reclining and looked at Dean questioningly. "Dean, I didn't-"

And then Dean was starting to strip off his shirt and Castiel nearly lost it at that moment. He'd seen Dean in various states of undress before, but never for him before. This was different, Dean wanting him to look and evaluate, giving him permission to want. Dean was down to his boxers, a delicious rose tinted head peeking out of the slit, before Castiel realized that Dean was watching him watch the preceedings.

"Am I the only one getting naked here?"

Castiel rose awkwardly and began to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, hands shaking. He looked up at Dean. "Dean, I'm nervous- I can't-"

Dean smiled warmly, closing the space between them yet again. "Here," he said in a low voice. "Still your first time, isn't it?" Castiel nodded as Dean's fingers expertly began to separate buttong from cloth. "It's alright," Dean purred, "we'll go your speed, alright. Here-"

He closed the gap between them so their chests touched, shirtless enough that he could nearly feel Castiel's heartbeat. "Finish slipping your shirt and shoes off," Dean whispered low, looking into Cas' eyes with kindness.

"Of course," Castiel nodded, doing as Dean requested. He felt his hands return to Dean's body, brushing over rib and chest, admiring and memorizing the form. "Dean, your body is so wonderful."

"Glad you think so," Dean said. "You want to kiss a little more or you want to get to the main attraction?"

"Which do you prefer?"

"Well," Dean said with a trademark smirk, "I'm sure this won't be our last kiss. I know I want you. I know I deprived myself of you for so long that I'm going plum crazy, but I also know how much you like bein' kissed by me. I don't take offense to either."

"How long before we get caught here?"

"Act like we won't. That affect your answer?"

Castiel blushed slightly. "I-I'm not sure. I am afraid of the main event."

"Cause I've had so many partners?"

Castiel shook his head. "No, it's not that. It's that I've imagined- things- happening and I don't, I can't live up to-"

"Oh baby," Dean said, bringing his forehead in contact with Castiel's. "Don't worry about that, alright. I'll be gentle and kind, I'll give you all the loving you deserve. I'll treat you like a king. My Castiel."

"Dean-" Castiel pleadead and Dean knew, without another word, what Castiel needed. Dean's fingers trailed slowly, agonizing, to the edge of Castiel's belt line.

"No turning back," Dean purred. His fingers hovered over the belt for a moment before he started to unfold it and unzip Castiel's pants. Castiel's boxer briefs were tented around his growing hard-on and Dean kneaded the hard-on with the palm of his hand, causing Castiel's knees to tremble slightly. "Lay back," Dean whispered in response.

He crouched as Castiel laid back on the makeshift sofa bed and began to knead Castiel's hard-on again, but with his mouth. It was a different shape and texture than being with a woman, but Dean was pretty familiar with what a penis looked and liked to feel, so that didn't bother him too much. Watching Castiel's face as he moved the hardening dick around with his mouth was priceless and worth the trial and error campaign.

Dean's hands slipped to the waistband of Castiel's boxer briefs and slid them down, revealing a desperate hard-on, veins connecting like subway cars. Dean licked along Castiel's shaft, to the head, and took the head in his mouth. He didn't have much experience, but Castiel seemed to like what he was doing, so he continued in that vein from head to shaft with his tongue and back again.

Castiel reared his hips in ecstacy. He'd felt and seen much in his life but having Dean's body influencing his own orgasm was almost beyond Castiel's knowledge and control. Dean's hands trailing his body, Dean's tongue touching private parts- it was almost overwhelming for Castiel. He wanted to shut his eyes and to savor the emotions but at the same time, taking his eyes off of Dean, who was watching Castiel watch him, was impossible. Dean was captivating and beautiful and Castiel felt no regrets in that instance.

"Do you- do you wish to switch places?" Castiel heard himself say, curious and a little frightened of what that might entail.

Dean smirked and blushed a little. "Yeah, of course. I love getting a good blowjob but if you're nervous-"

"No, I just wish to be close to you."

Dean smiled, standing up and leaning down to hover over Cas, their bodies touching this time as Dean kissed Castiel yet again, but with the full force of breath and tongue behind it. "You'll never have to worry about not being close again, Cas," Dean purred as he broke the kiss.

His face changed as he felt Castiel grab for Dean's dick through his boxers. He moaned and smiled. "Oh, that's the shit. You know where all my buttons-mm-are, doncha?"

"I believe I'm adequately aware of your anatomy."

"Ooh well then sweet damn never stop doing what you're-" Dean broke contact with Castiel's eyes to look down at his hand configuration, thumb over the head of Dean's cock and fingers moving along as though his dick were a flute.

"What was that Dean? Cat got your tongue?"

"Urrrghngh," Dean responded with. "Cas, please Cas baby,"

"Yes?" Castiel said lazily as he watched Dean fall into rhythmic lust with the motion of his hand.

"Where did you learn to-"

"From your dreams," Castiel replied as he began to kiss Dean's chest, moving lower and lower, Dean's breath taken by the process of Castiel moving closer and closer to his cock. He had to look at the ceiling and close his eyes for a second so that he wouldn't explode right then and there.

"Woah-woah-damn Cas-slow down-slow down!"

"Am I doing this wrong?" Castiel looked up, pleading eyes locking in on Dean's own eyes as Dean looked down.

Dean shook his head, voice cracking. "No, exact opposite. You're way too good at that."

"Do you wish to resume kissing?"

"You kidding? After that?!" Dean exclaimed. "No, baby, I wanna do things to you that are gonna make you feel that way for the rest of your life."

"Unlikely, seeing as how I'm a celestial being. But what, pray tell, would feel as good as this?" Castiel licked the top of Dean's head, his tongue darting out while Dean watched Cas watching him receiving a blowjob.

Dean's hand seemed to move of its own volition to the back of Cas' head, cradling it with his palm. "Oh God, I want you to suck me off so bad. But you don't even know what I want to do to you. I wanna make you feel everything, baby."

"You already do that to me," Castiel said as he rose, Dean's hand sliding down Castiel's back and cupping his ass as they kissed deeply, tongues touching and sliding, feeling the inside of each other's mouths, slithering around and creating an electric tension exaserbated by Dean's fingers creeping along the entrance to Castiel's hole. Castiel's raised up his body to straighten out with Dean and Dean found himself holding Castiel and swinging around so he was sitting on the makeshift bed with Castiel on his lap, their hard dicks parallel and completely vertical.

"I want you," Dean said as he gasped for air.

"I know. I want you more."

"Don't think that's possible."

"Let's find out," Castiel said as he went in for another kiss, pushing Dean back into a laying position and kissing him violently, bruising his mouth and pushing their bodies together. Dean wriggled a bit so Castiel didn't crush anything and found Castiel's dick rubbing along his stomach while his own cock rubbed against Castiel's crack.

The very thought of entering Castiel nearly caused Dean to jet out a long stream of cum, so he broke the kiss and started to rub Castiel's ribs lazily. "I don't want it to be over yet, but I'm close."

"I want to give you pleasure," Castiel said with lust glazing his eyes.

"I know, but I never want this to stop."

"It won't. Of that I'm sure. Do you- do you wish to enter me? Is that what made you feel so ecstatic?"

Dean nodded. "Yes, but I don't want to hurt you."

"Being away from you hurt me. Nothing could hurt more."

Dean shook his head. "But this will hurt. I've only done it to a couple of girls and they- they did not look like they had a good time."

"I trust you, Dean."

"And I want you."

"Then we shall try. I will not let myself become discomforted."

"Okay," Dean said. "If you'll reach into my jeans, I grabbed a couple of things I need from the glove compartment."

"What?" Castiel said as he climbed down off of the makeshift bed and rummaged around in Dean's pockets.

"Condoms and lube. I don't want us to be fluid bonded til we're both tested and everything checks out."

Castiel nodded. "You know I am disease free. I would never-"

"-It's just the smart thing to do, Cas," Dean said, grateful for the moment break. He could feel himself staying hard but not ready to cum right away. He played with himself absentmindedly. "Yeah, that's what you're looking for."

"So I place the condom on your penis and then the gel over top of it."

Dean nodded. "Yep. And then you'll have to finger some of it into your entrance so it don't hurt as much, alright? You gotta go to the bathroom or anything? I've gotta suspicion they didn't take care of you too well in that other place."

"I am fine. I was so dehydrated before the half liter I drank, I will be fine. Lay back please," Castiel said.

Dean did as he was commanded, crossing his arms over his head as Castiel slowly applied the condom and a generous portion of lube, rubbing it around and causing Dean to squirm. "Mmhmh, whoo, we gotta figure a way to keep me from exploding, Cas."

"I'm not sure I'm qualified to help you not be close to orgasm," Castiel said as he climbed on top of the makeshift bed and then on top of Dean. "Like this?" Castiel asked as he reared back, the muscles in Dean's dick tightening to the point of pain.

"Yeah-like that," Dean breathed heavily. "It's gonna be tight. Don't know if I can hold on."

"Then we will do this quickly," Castiel said and began to lower himself onto Dean's dick.

"Sssss-don't hurt yourself, Cas!" Dean cried out as Castiel took his cock in slowly.

Castiel's penis dripped pre-cum onto Dean's belly in response, Castiel's dick spurting out little clear jets and pumping slightly of its own volition as Dean's cock hit Castiel's prostate. Castiel reared his head back and made a noise of pleasure the Dean had never heard before- somewhere between the honk of a Canadian goose and the low moan of a cat in heat. Dean's skin tingled when he heard it and he resolved to make Castiel make that sound more often.

Dean couldn't help the involuntary motion of his hips as they thrust back against Castiel at the midway point.

"Dean!" Cas gasped.

"Can't help it, shit baby, you're so good," Dean said as he tried to control the thrusting but failed.

"DeanDeanDeanDean," Castiel said the name over again as they bucked and thrust against each other slightly, Dean caught up half in lust and half in shame for what he was doing to Castiel.

"Cas, Cas, I'm going to-" and then the world stopped as Dean found himself unloading into Castiel's ass. His breath stopped and his body hummed along as floods of light passed through him. Every bit of imagining he'd ever done, everything that mattered. All disappointment and joy and sorrow and hope flooded into Castiel's ass, so tight and beautiful.

Castiel wasn't far behind, stripe afte stripe of cum lining Dean's body from chin to chest to stomach and back again. Castiel rocked back and forth slightly on Dean's cock until he was finally finished, Dean's cock exiting Castiel's hole with a little bit of a noise.

Castiel fell to Dean's side and snuggled in, both gasping for air. Dean kissed the top of Castiel's head, letting Castiel use one of his arms as a pillow.

"Cas, baby, you okay?"

"I believe so," Castiel said, "If that's what I get for being captured, can I get captured more often?"

Dean chuckled low, punching Castiel's ribs playfully. "Tell you what. I'll let you have that when and wherever you want if you promise never to be captured again."

"I will try my best."

"I know, buddy, oh believe me- I know," Dean replied.