I See You

Chapter 4

Castiel couldn't understand the sensations Dean had created in his body, all he knew was that he'd like to continue feeling them for all eternity. Dean's fingers were moving between his legs as he kissed the angel's collar bone softly, and Castiel was convulsing beneath the hunter's touch. The man had known it was him all along? He'd known it was him, and wanted him anyway. Their friendship wasn't over. Their relationship wasn't over, whatever it was. He'd never felt happier. He was feeling so Heavenly he hadn't even realized that must have been his first orgasm.

When his body finally stopped feeling the need to groan and writhe around on the bed in ecstasy, Dean laughed kindly. "That was...hot, Cas. Really hot."

Castiel was completely unable to deal with every new sensation pulsing through his body—literally. "When...?" He could barely speak.

Dean smiled at him sweetly, but his eyes held back a brimming heat. "Dunno. My body just...told me it was you."

What? Did the hunter really feel their connection so strongly? Had he always? Castiel's eyes were too wide with the man's easy acceptance of the angel's presence in his bed. "I...Dean...Dean. Suddenly he came back to himself and realized the terrible thing he'd done. "I should not have violated your privacy this way..." By flickering candlelight, he looked at the mess he'd made and waved his hand to clean the shards of glass. "I apologize, deeply. And Ben's room has been blocked from noise if you were concerned about the...exploding bulbs..."

But the man propped himself up on his elbow next to Castiel on the bed and shook his head no. Before the angel could ask questions, Dean leaned down to kiss him again, even though they both knew that they both knew that they knew? His head was spinning in circles.

"Good looking out with Ben. And yeah, man...you probably shouldn't pretend to be people's girlfriends...but I'm glad you did. Both been wanting this for a long time...and you came so pretty for me, baby." He stroked Castiel's face softly, not a hint of sarcasm or humor on his face.

Pardon? What had the man said? They'd both been wanting this for a long time. Both of them. He'd heard it straight from the hunter's mouth. Had Dean always felt the same way? Could the righteous man really love both him and Lisa?

Seeming to know Castiel was too shaken to respond, the hunter whispered into his ear seductively as he moved one of his curious fingers lower, "Was that the first time you ever came? Are you a virgin, Cas?" His voice was kind, if not laced with a new possessive kind of heat.

Castiel closed his eyes and sighed deeply, feeling the pulsing between his legs increase as Dean circled a thick finger around his damp entrance. "Y—yes. Yes, Dean. Yessss."

The hunter smiled deeply, "So good for me, Cas. Gonna make you mine again. Would you like that?"

Castiel practically cried his agreement, barely having the wherewithal to make inquiries. "What...do you mean...again?"

Dean cradled his face with the hand not holding his head up and stroked the angel's cheek with his thumb. "Our connection is strong, Castiel, Angel of the Lord." He smiled to let him know he was teasing him before going on, "You carried me. You learned me. You pulled me from the darkest corner of humanity where I'd done unspeakable fucking things, and still you held on. Saved me. You're mine. You've been mine since you laid your hand on me. So...touch me."

Castiel was his, he always had been. And the angel was well aware of all the places their bodies were already in contact because at every juncture, Dean's soul told him exactly where he wanted to feel Castiel's touch...and it wasn't where the media at large had taught him to expect.