The Bodyguard (is the Omega)

21.

Castiel woke with a strange feeling of peace. A number of things were not right but somehow that did not seem to matter. He was fully dressed and he was not in his rooms. The sun was pouring in through the balcony doors, it was late morning. He felt warm and lazy. Dean was lying beside him, wriggling up into his chest cavity, arms threaded beneath Castiel's, gripping tightly onto his back.

"Hello Dean," Castiel touched Dean's temple, fingers sinking into the soft dark hair. "Hey, what are you doing."

Dean made a small noise and burrowed deeper. Castiel let out a laugh and caressed the back of Dean's head. That coaxed Dean to slowly lift his face, half squinting, peeking up at Castiel. "Is this the part where we have to start fighting again?"

"No," Castiel held Dean close. "This is the part where we make up."

Dean gave a pleased murmur, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "I'd make a glib remark about makeup sex Cas but I have the worst hangover. There was a lot of alcohol and adrenalin last night. Did you seriously blow open the door?"

"I thought you were in trouble ... or something," Castiel shifted, rolling Dean onto his back. "I should have asked you, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, for a bodyguard he wasn't nearly as good at fighting as you. I had him pinned."

They both went a little quiet as they remembered Krushnic.

"He was playing with you," Castiel broke the news to Dean gently. "If you had him pinned then he wanted to be in that position. I'm afraid if I had found him on top of you, by force, I would not have let him walk out that door last night."

"My knight in rent-a-tux," Dean played with the open top button of Castiel's shirt collar.

"This is a tailored suit," Castiel informed Dean. "I am very well compensated for my time."

"Is it now. Your boss sounds like a nice guy. You like your boss Cas?" Dean was smirking now. "He treating you right?"

"He was an insufferable ass but he's growing on me," Castiel's eyelashes dipped as he looked down between them suggestively.

Dean's breath hitched, his hips lifting off the bed a fraction. Castiel could tell Dean enjoyed being boxed in under his arms, he let his weight settle on Dean. Dean was hard inside his wrinkled dress pants.

"Perhaps we should both undress," Castiel reached down. "Groin pressure can be very taxing on imported fabrics."

Dean swallowed thickly, hazarding a glance at Castiel's eyes, his body gave a shudder when he saw Castiel's pupils expand.

"I don't wanna rush things," Dean blurted. "I mean it feels like it took us a million years to get to this bed at this point but we both had a big night..."

"We are both well rested. Do you trust that I know what I want?" Castiel eased himself alongside Dean.

"I don't know what I should do," Dean said weakly. "I want you so much but I can't stand the thought of losing you. If we make love, would you pull away from me again?"

Castiel grazed his cheek beside Dean's, his morning stubble tickling against his ear. "I like how you say 'make love'. You're so adorable. For an alpha."

Dean blinked dazzled eyes at Castiel. "Are you trying to goad me? What is wrong with you why do you need me to be mad at you all the time?"

Dean was talking in a rush, his cheeks taking on a pink tinge of excitement. "What do you want from me, Novak?"

"Sexy backtalk and eventual obedience," Castiel said breezily, his hand resting at the pulse point in Dean's jaw, smiling as Dean bristled. "Yes, like that."