An Answer to His Prayers

"I just uh... I just need to get some air," Dean muttered as he turned from Castiel, fleeing from the chamber just outside of Bobby's panic room. He had to get away from Sam's screams. He knew this had to happen, knew that it wasn't Sam's fault that he was detoxing again; it was because of Famine. Dean still couldn't stand to listen to his little brother in pain. So he walked away, not noticing the concerned look Cas threw after him.

     Dean walked out into the junkyard, feet thumping on the wet pavement. He made his way out to the Impala and raised the whiskey bottle to his lips. What was he thinking? He hesitated and lowered the bottle. No matter what he did, it always ended up hurting people. Famine was right, he was just dead inside, and killing everyone around him because of it.
     He raised his head, trying his best to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over after all this time. "Please," he choked out, pleading with Heaven, "I can't... I need some help." No answer came, no response from the Angels or the ever elusive God. "Please," he said again, this time, his voice near cracking because he was fighting so hard to not break down.
     "Dean," Cas said from his spot about ten feet behind him. He'd been standing there the whole time, watching as one of the only humans he truly cared for tried to ask for help. Cas knew Heaven wouldn't answer him, knew the rest of the Angels couldn't even find him. He also knew that he hated seeing Dean like this.
     "Cas," Dean choked out, whipping around and staring, teary-eyed at the Angel, the one he was starting to consider his angel. "Cas I just can't... I can't anymore." He said as he collapsed against the Impala, finally freeing the tears he'd been holding in. "It's like no matter what I do, I always fail someone. I can't protect Sammy from the Demons and their blood, I couldn't save Jo and Ellen, I couldn't keep my parents from dying. Hell, I got you cut off from Heaven and the big bag of dicks you call your brothers. I've failed everyone Cas, even you." Dean was now shaking, wracked with silent sobs.
    When he lifted his eyes finally he was startled to find his Angel mere inches away. His angel, Cas probably hates his guts at this point. How disgusted would he be to be called Dean's angel?
     "Dean, you can't think that," Cas said gruffly, "You can't possibly think that you've failed me. You are the only human that has ever made me second guess what is right," he wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders and hugged him, to bring comfort, "you freed me from my emotionless existence. You do SO much for everyone around you, even if you don't think so."
     Dean put his head in the crook of Cas's neck, accepting the comfort without a fight. As he wet his friend's trench coat with long overdue tears, he marveled at the feeling growing in him. He quite liked the feel of Cas's arms around him. There was a warmth that he wasn't familiar with. Pulling his head back to look at the Angel he took in the sight of his face as he realized what he was feeling.
     The angel's own eyes were brimming with tears. Tears for the pain his human felt. His human, he knew he'd thought of Dean that way for a long time.
     Dean took this in and wanted nothing more than to take back whatever pain he ever caused this beautiful creature. Studying each of Cas's features in silence, aware that his own tears were still sliding down his face. He marveled at the blue of Cas's eyes, and the light scruff on his chin, which he absentmindedly ran his hand across. Eventually, he reached Cas's lips. Cas's lips, the slightly chapped and beautiful mouth that always comforted Dean with words of wisdom. Dean ran his thumb over the bottom lip, immediately noticing how the Angel's breathing picked up speed. Risking another glance at Cas's eyes, they were wide, with pupils so dilated that there was just a thin ring of blue around them. And then it happened...
     Dean kissed Cas, and pulled back before even thinking about it. He knows he isn't gay, knows it so well, but that felt right.  It felt so right, that he did it again. Just a press of lips, a feeling of the warmth the Angel had to offer.
     Dean began to move his lips, slowly working his mouth against Cas's stunned one. He noted that Cas had stopped breathing, just stood there unresponsive. This didn't discourage Dean, it incensed him. Dean grabbed the sides of Cas's face with both hands, moving closer, until his body was pressed against the smaller man's. Angel, Dean mentally corrected himself, because he is so much more than just this thing before you. He is magnificent, and beautiful, and... Just what I want.  But does he want me?
     Dean was about to give up, because Cas still stood there, and was pulling away when something happened. Cas came to life. The Angel using his strength to push Dean against the Impala, his mouth moving with vigor against Dean's, working his lips until Dean couldn't feel his knees. Cas ground his hips against Dean's, sending an electric jolt through the Hunter, causing him to gasp. Cas took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into Dean's mouth, plunging into unknown territory with confidence. He moved his hips again, pressing against the straining fabric of Dean's jeans.
     Dean whimpered and gasped at the action, stunned as Cas began kissing a line down his jaw and to his collar bone, where he began to suck a spot on to Dean's skin. Amazing. Was all that Dean could think, up until he realized he wanted to see what sounds His Angel would make if Dean did this to him. Taking advantage  of the occupied Angel's unbalanced passion, Dean spun their duo around pressing the Angel against his car. Dean firmly ground his hips against Cas's groin, grinning at the fact that he could feel the erection pressing through Cas's pants. He repeated the motion and was rewarded with a stifled moan coming from His angel. Cas's eyelids fluttered closed as Dean took control of his mouth, exploring with his tongue, and grinding his hips all the while, eliciting copious moans and whimpers from the angel.
     Dean felt something building inside him, and thrust himself against Cas faster and faster, over and over again. Watching His angel come undone. Cas was pushing back now, matching Dean's movements and getting close to the edge.
     The two of them moved in synchronization, pushing, and grinding, and kissing, and sucking. Dean was so close now, and he could tell that Cas was right there with him.
     A few more quick thrusts had the Angel calling his name as he came apart, the sound of his rough voice in the throes of ecstasy pushed Dean over the edge with him.
     They stilled, panting with their noses touching. Dean soon broke through the afterglow, and was slightly embarrassed that he just came in his pants, but opening his eyes to see an angel, His Angel, breathing heavy with happiness warmed his heart and dissipated his embarrassment.
     This is what he needed, this is what Famine had been talking about. He was dead inside, but all he needed to be alive again was the love of his angel. This was the answer he had been asking for. He had worried about not getting a response from Heaven, but his own Angel heard his prayer and answered by just reciprocating the feelings Dean had been holding in.
     He leaned his forehead against Cas's. The Angel kissed him lightly and whispered, " let's clean you up, I'd like to have another go at this, but this time," he slapped Dean's ass, "I get to lead," he ended in a growl.
     Dean grinned, and followed the Angel's orders. Sure Sam was detoxing, but he knew just how to distract himself from the guilt for the time being. 

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