My Guardian Angel (Destiel AU)

Chapter 7

//Cas POV

"Dean." I walked up and stood in front of him. "It's not your fault that a demon got him."

"It is!" He said louder. "I was supposed to look after him! He was only-" his voice broke. "He was only 18."

Silence filled the air and I glanced out the window, at the stars. It was about midnight but I wasn't tired or dizzy anymore; I just wanted to be with Dean.

Dean's hands grabbed mine and I looked back down at him. His green eyes sparkled up at me and I hoped the darkness hid my flushed cheeks. Flipping my palms down, his slid his fingers around my wrists and pulled me in between his legs.

"You make me want to do some crazy things, Castiel Novak." Dean uttered quietly.

I smiled and closed my eyes, biting my lip. "I do not."

"Yes you do."

"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes..."
"N-"

He jerked my wrists down and I fell on top of him, his back against the bed. "Why don't you ever shut up?" Dean asked, his hands on my hips.

"I.."

"Hmm."

Dean stared up at me, a sparkle in his eye. "You're a bad boy."

"Huh, I am, aren't I?"

"Yeah... You have like, boyish charm."

"So I'm charming?"

I blushed again.

Dean's left hand slid up my side and caressed my cheek, his thumb brushing softly against my bottom lip. "Well, I think you are pretty charming too."

Slowly he culled my face down until my lips were brushing softly against his. I exhaled shakily and ran my hands through his hair, then gripped at his lips hungrily. My heart leaped as he kissed back. His lips were as soft as earlier today and he tasted like smoke now, and cinnamon. Dean scooted back and pulled me up with him. I went back to his lips and turned my head, trying to get more of him. "Wait, Cas..." Dean backed away.

"I don't know if we should do this."

I bit my lip and sat up, straddling him. "Yeah, uh it was stupid anyway..." I felt so awkward.

Dean sat up and placed his hands back on my waist. "You're technically a mortal, Cas." He said. "So if we were to go any farther.. I would get my wings ripped out and I would be Fallen."

"Oh."

"It's forbidden for angels to.. Be, with humans."

I didn't answer.

"But once you turn 18 and you start growing your wings..." Dean put his hand on the back of my neck and placed his forehead against mine. "We can be together." He whispered.

I opened my eyes and looked into his. "My 18th birthday isn't until December."

"Well, then I'll just have to wait won't i?"

We ended up laying down in Dean's bed, talking. But soon I was getting sleepy so I curled up next to Dean and fell asleep.

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I opened my eyes and inhaled the smell of cigarettes and cinnamon. I shuffled back and blinked a few times and realized I was still in Dean's bedroom. Dean was no where in sight though. Shades had been pulled over the windows, light streaming through the bottom and creating patterns on the carpet. I decided to take a shower before Dean got back. The bathroom was fancy and the shower could fit like three people but damn, it took me like 3 minutes just to turn it on and longer to get it to the correct temperature. But I felt much better as the hot water hit my back and soaked my messy black hair. Thinking about Dean gave me the chills.

When you turn 18 we can be together.

I shivered, even though the whole bathroom was foggy and humid. As I ran soap over my body I almost imagined it was Dean's lean fingers lingering over my warm skin, the humidity his breath on the back of my neck and the water seeping though my hair his lips... God, i couldn't fucking masturbate in his shower! I felt my self go hard and I sighed. What is wrong with me...

//Dean POV

"How is Castiel doing after all that has happened?" Michael asked me as he sat upon his throne in heaven.

"He is doing fine, sir." I answered. "He isn't very surprised about all of this."

"I suspected that. But if this happens again..."

"I know, Michael. I will keep him safe."

He nodded and flicked his hand. I flew back down to earth and into my bedroom. Castiel wasn't in bed but I could hear the shower running so I decided on making him breakfast.

Now, I couldn't wait till he turned 18. I wanted him, and not just because I was lonely, but because he felt different then anyone else I had ever liked.

I made pancakes and was pouring a glass of milk for Cas when I heard him walking down the hallway. I looked up to see Castiel standing there nervously.

"Morning." I said, walking over to him.

He smiled and blushed, causing my heart to pound. His hair was damp and flat against his forehead, water dripping onto the wood floor. He was wearing his usual sweater, skinny black jeans and combat boots from yesterday and he looked really good.

"I made you breakfast." I pointed at the kitchen, towards the pancakes and milk.

"Wow, you didn't have to do that Dean!" Cas said smiling brightly.

I sat across from him as he ate and we talked about random shit like our favorite stuff and I talked about being an angel....

I couldn't wait for him to grow wings and become an angel. My angel.