The Year of Redemption

Chapter 41: Could It Be

Dean's hands moved back down Castiel's arms and found his waist. They slipped inside his trench coat and rubbed up and down Cas's sides slowly, making it harder and harder for the angel to catch his breath.

Cas followed Dean's lead and unhooked his own hands from the hunter's hair, bringing them down Dean's shoulders, all the way down his arms and resting them just above the hunter's hips. The next time Dean raised his arms to rub up Castiel's side, the angel slipped his hands nimbly under the hunter's T-shirt. His fingers came into contact with the skin on Dean's waist, and the hunter gasped, removing his lips momentarily from the angel's.

Cas opened his eyes into Dean's, searching them, ready to slow down at any sign of resistance or hesitation. But all he saw was warmth and desire there. He swore he also detected a small spark of excitement twinkling brilliantly in the hunter's pupils.

A boyish grin played on Dean's lips as he leaned in once more. Castiel met him halfway, relishing in the exhilarating taste of Dean's smile. His hands found the skin on Dean's back, venturing up to the hunter's strong shoulders. The angel couldn't believe how arousing it was to be this close to Dean. His skin felt like it was tingling, longing for more and more of the hunter. His mind filled with dangerous thoughts. He felt he had no control over what his body was doing.

Cas wanted to explore every inch of Dean. He wanted to know how his body felt, how it tasted, how it moved under his touch. Castiel wanted Dean to feel him, skin on skin – caressing, holding, worshipping every piece of the hunter. He wanted Dean to enjoy it, but it was also more than that. He wanted it for himself. He wanted to be that close to Dean, to admire every part of this human. He had a physical urge to lay his hands all over the hunter.

When Cas pulled away the next time, he had a wild look in his eyes. Both of them were breathing deeply. They took a couple quick breaths, then their lips met again and Dean could feel Castiel forcing him backwards out of the kitchen. Still intertwined, they took several steps and then Cas bent down and placed one arm behind Dean's back and swung the other behind his knees, scooping up Dean in his arms almost effortlessly.

Dean exhaled in a loud 'whoosh' of air. "Woah, big boy," he huffed, taken off guard.

"Shut up," Cas replied gruffly and leaned back in to grab Dean's bottom lip. Dean leaned forward a little and kissed back as Cas started walking out of the kitchen towards the bedroom.

They were out of breath again when they entered the room, and Cas gently laid Dean on the still-unmade bed. Castiel eyed the hunter, who was laying there with a mischievous smile dancing on his face. Not a single thought entered his mind that didn't scream Dean's name. It was like a record playing over and over, filling his head with the most wonderful images and making his chest pound faster and faster, longing for the hunter with some sort of primal, physical need.

Cas reached up to his own neck and hastily undid his tie, loosening it and then pulling it over the top of his head and dropping it to the floor. Dean stared at Cas quizzically from the mattress, almost amused. Castiel slipped out of his trench coat, also letting it drop to the floor. He never once took his eyes off of the hunter. They burned with an indescribable desire that instantly turned Dean on.

All at once, Cas was on the bed, straddling Dean and tugging at the edges of the hunter's jacket. Dean leaned forwards slightly, letting Cas slide the jacket down his arms and finally off his hands. The angel swiftly removed it from underneath Dean's back and promptly threw it on the ground.

"Pizza man teach you that too?" Dean joked, still smirking up at Castiel.

The angel winked and then fell forwards, forcing his lips against Dean's. He brought his hands up along the mattress and to the sides of Dean's face. He tilted his head and locked their lips together again, moving his hands farther up and clasping several locks of Dean's hair. Dean slipped his tongue into Cas's mouth, and the angel jumped, startled.