Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

Longing

*Smut ahead*

Dean layed on his bed staring at the ceiling. Everyone had gone to bed a few hours ago. It had been nice spending time with everyone after a rough few days but he still felt empty. He and Cas had been distant with each other and it was wearing on Dean, especially after almost losing him. Dean wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him how important he was. Closing his eyes he swore under his breath.

"Damnit Cas "

Dean sat up and was about to actually get into bed when he heard a knock at his door.

Dean opened it and felt his heart lurch. Derek would have been able to hear that.

"C-Cas, what's wrong?" The angel looked upset.

"Are you upset with me, Dean?" Cas asked, worry dripping from his tone.

"No, of course not Cas. Why would you think that?" Dean frowned.

"Well, I've felt almost like you were wanting to tell me something all night. I could sense something. Then a moment ago you swore at me, but your voice was filled with longing." Cas had his head tilted in the way that Dean thought was adorable.

"I uh, I just missed you and I'm glad you're okay." Dean nodded slightly.

"Something is wrong. You're longing again. I'm right here Dean." Cas stepped forward placing a hand on Dean's cheek.

Dean tensed.

"You can tell me anything." Cas rubbed his thumb along Dean's cheekbone.

Dean grabbed Cas' wrist. "Cas."

Cas paused.

Dean looked into the angel's bright blue eyes before allowing his eyes to fall to Cas' full lips.

Dean suddenly pulled Cas to him, causing thier chests to touch, before gripping the back of Cas' neck and pressing their lips together.

Dean melted into the kiss as Cas grabbed Dean's hips.

Dean felt his heart race as Cas' lips parted. Their tongues touched causing  Cas to pull Dean's hips to his. Dean moaned at the contact. This was better than any dream he'd ever had. Cas tasted like heaven, no pun intended.

Dean felt Cas slide his hands from Dean's hips up his sides under his shirt. Dean melted again into Cas.

Cas pulled back suddenly.

"Dean." Cas panted licking his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry, Cas, I shouldn't have-"

"Do not apologize for that." Cas growled, causing Dean to bite his lip.

"You just...have an effect on me." Cas said his voice gentle now.

"Effect how?" Dean asked.

Cas glanced down for a second.

That's when Dean noticed the tent Cas had pitched in his sweatpants.

Dean unintentionally let out a moan.

Cas tilted his head. Dean was longing again.

"Dean, are you-are you longing for me physically?" Cas asked.

Dean bit his bottom lip. "I'm longing for you in every way, Cas. Damn it, you have no idea."

Cas stepped forward. Dean swallowed hard but didn't move.

"You truly want this?" Cas asked brushing his thumb gently along Dean's bottom lip.

"More than anything but, I know you've never..." Dean trailed off dropping his eyes unable to look at Cas.