The Year of Redemption

Chapter 68: Wait For Me

"Everyone's going to start waking up, love," Dean said after the sun had risen above the horizon and was washing relentlessly into the bedroom.

"Mmm, five more minutes," Cas pleaded, kissing Dean's chapped lips once more.

Dean trailed one hand down the front of Cas's shirt. "I guess I could stand a few more minutes with you," he said playfully.

Cas rolled him over to his back. "You have no choice anyways, baby," he stated.

"Oh really?" Dean said. Cas nodded, locking his legs around Dean's and biting lightly at the hunter's neck. "You better stop, love, you're turning me on like crazy," Dean commented, chuckling and struggling futilely against the angel.

"I'm just thinking about all the things I could do to you in five minutes," Cas growled beside Dean's ear.

Dean shoved hard at Castiel's chest, moving the angel just a few inches away and laughing. "Cas!" he scolded. "There are other people in the house, and they're not even supposed to know you're here, you naughty saint."

Cas fell back onto Dean and licked around his ear, then whispered into it, "Later then, baby."

Yep, he's going to leave me a problem down below, isn't he?, Dean thought. "Damn you," he muttered.

Castiel threw him a devilish smile. "Five minutes are up, you going to beg me to stay more?"

"Get out of here," Dean said, pushing him again. Cas sat up, pouting, and Dean sat up too. "I'll see you tonight, my love?" the hunter asked, searching for forgiveness.

"You gonna beg for it?" Dean climbed onto Castiel's lap, putting a leg on either side of Cas's and letting his "problem" rub right up against the angel. He leaned in and closed his lips around Castiel's. His hands made their way under the angel's shirt, sliding up his back.

"I'll be there," Cas whispered, out of breath from Dean's sudden attack on his body.

"I'll be waiting," Dean murmured seductively, then fell back onto the bed, closing his eyes.

He felt a soft, familiar pair of lips press against his forehead, followed by the most beautiful voice whispering "I love you" into the silence. Then the sound of Cas's fluttering wings echoed through the room and through Dean's mind as his angel disappeared.

Dean smiled. He didn't remember ever having anything to look forward to before Cas, but now... now, it was like the angel was all he lived for, all he wanted, all he needed. He fell more in love with Cas every time they were together. And right now, there was only one thing he could think about: God, he couldn't wait until tonight.

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Dean spent the day driving home. He smiled when he pulled into the driveway of the cabin. Their sacred space. Him and Cas. The angel and the hunter. A most unlikely pair, and yet there they were. So many memories - beautiful, wonderful memories that Dean wouldn't trade for the world - that they had made in this place in just the few months they'd been there. The best months of his life.

Dean was in the kitchen when Cas appeared. The angel wasted no time in pushing him up against the counter and molding their lips together. He slid his hands up and down Dean's chest, then rested them on the hunter's waist, just underneath his T-shirt.

"A bit early, aren't we?" Dean asked in between Cas smothering his lips.

"I couldn't wait," Castiel breathed, taking Dean's mouth into his own again. "I've been thinking about you all day," he whispered. His hand slid down into the front of Dean's pants, extracting a soft whimper from the hunter.