Until We Meet Again, My Angel

Chapter 5: Taste of Heaven

   Dean began slowly walking towards Cas, saying, "I haven't known you for more than a day. But in this short time, I've learned the way you use certain words. I heard your voice reading the letters to me, and it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard," Dean was now at the foot of the bed opposite Cas', Cas realized the beds were no more than one foot apart as Dean continued, "you're sweet, and you speak of the world in ways I've never bothered to think about. You see beauty in everything and everyone," Dean was now sitting on the bed, right across from Cas, "I love the way you speak. The way you think I'm perfect, instead of a monster or just a hunter," Dean clasped his hands together, resting his chin on his hands and his elbows on his knees, "I love that. Three years of getting to know you happened in ten seconds. And everything I learned about you, I love about you." Cas and Dean were very close to each other, only a few inches apart from each other's faces. Cas could feel Dean's breath (it smelled of blood and mint), and he was sure Dean could feel his.
   Cas brought his eyes up to meet Dean's, both Cas and Dean's eyelids had started lowering. They spoke in short turns, Cas first, "You're not thinking clearly."
   Dean replied, "For the first time since I got out of Hell, I am."
"You're brave."
"You're shy."
"You're strong."
"You've never been weak."
"I can't let you do this."
"You can't stop me, even if you could, you don't want to."
   Dean's right hand had begun tracing the veins in Cas' left arm, sending a very pleasant sensation through his body. Cas closed his eyes, trying to regain his senses as he opened them. Instead, his eyelids parted slowly as Cas brought his right hand up to cup Dean's cheek. Cas murmured, "Dean..." but couldn't say any more. Dean turned his head and kissed the palm of Cas' hand, and softly whispered, "Cas..."
   Cas couldn't take it anymore, his hand slid to the back of Dean's neck and pulled him forward, gently brushing his lips against Dean's. A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped Dean's mouth, and he whispered against the Angel's lips, "Cas, don't play with me." Dean's hands grabbed at the edges of Cas' dress shirt (which he hadn't bothered to close while he was getting dressed, nor had he bothered to put on his suit jacket and trench coat), and pulled Cas forward, kissing him passionately.
   In his stunned state, Cas hadn't returned the kiss, causing Dean to let go, and apologize, "I'm sorry, that was stupid. I'm really sorry, I thought-" Dean had no chance to finish his sentence, as Cas had grabbed both sides of Dean's face, and their lips crashed together like the ocean to the sand. Cas locked his arms around Dean's neck as Dean slid his hands to Cas' hips Neither of them had been so happy, nor so passionate, in their lives. As their kiss grew deeper and hungrier, they stood up. Breaking free from each other, they stood, breathing hard, with looks of hunger on their faces.
   Staring into Cas' eyes, Dean said, "Cas, I...." realization washed over his face and he continued, "I love you." Cas smiled as he replied, "I've loved you for years." With a predatory smile, Dean came forward and unbottoned Cas' shirt, throwing it across the room, and kissing him once more. Cas laughed, pulling Dean's shirt over his head and off of his body, both of them running their hands over every new inch of skin they'd uncovered on the other. Cas let out a surprised gasp as Dean pushed him down onto the bed, and slowly brought himself down on top of Cas. Smiling, their lips locked together, fitting like puzzle pieces. Dean's hands interlocked with Cas', and slid above their heads. Only one other word was spoken that night, simply Dean's low voice, whispering, "Cas..."