For the first time in what felt like weeks the Winchester brothers managed to catch some sleep. As Sam was already vast Asleep, Dean couldn't help but to feel concerned after not seeing Castiel for such a long time. The days seemed to pass slowly and cruel without him having his guardian angel by his side.
"Hello, Dean" a familiar monotone voice said that shook the eldest brother out of his thoughts.
"Dammit, Cas" Dean muttered as he let go of the gun underneath his pillow.
"You called?" Castiel asked, slightly curious as he couldn't understand the way humans react to things.
"I don't understand" Castiel finally said as Dean kept glaring at him. "You called me here, but for what?"
"Because I want you to kiss my eyes, sing me a lullaby and lay me to sleep" Dean sarcastically said as he enjoyed how Castiel tried to wrap his head around what he just told him.
"You want me to kiss you?" Castiel asked as he walked towards Dean, never breaking eye contact. His mysterious blue eyes were almost burning right through the one he always had to guide and protect. Dean gazed back at the angel he had known for so long, wondering if he was just giving him a taste of his own medicine. Though he didn't push Castiel away as he got closer. For a moment their eyes were locked, but something pushed them away from each other.
"I was just joking" Dean said as he pushed Castiel away, actually touching his friend for the first time.
"Were you?" the angel asked as he once again didn't understand human nature. He would only do what his friend asked him, yet ge got stopped in his tracks.
"Sorry Cas, I don't swing that way" Dean smiled as he watched his confused buddy standing there, still processing what just happened.
"Swing what way?" Castiel sheepishly asked, wondering why Dean always had to talk in riddles like this.
"Dammit, Cas! It means I only like women, I only swing THAT way!" Dean said a bit annoyed, sometimes disliking how he always had to chew out everything for him.
"Why is that?"
"haven't you ever heard of something called sexual orientation?" Dean asked. "We humans are bound to genders. Most of us like the opposite gender, just like I like women. I don't like men in that kind of way."
"Why not?" Castiel asked. "Why can't you do that?"
"you could see it as a barrier inside our heads" Dean tried to explain.
"So what if I remove it?" Castiel asked, slowly starting to get how limited humans are. Why did he adore someone like this?
Without waiting Castiel gently placed his finger tips against Dean's forehead.
Dean felt a little shock, but it was over as soon as it started. It didn't even feel like a pinch.
"How do you feel?" Castiel asked as he looked into Dean's eyes which had a different expression than before.
"I'm fine" Dean smiled as he looked at.his guardian angel as if it was love at first sight.
"Good" Castiel smiled as he looked back at his human companion. For the first time it felt like the feeling was mutual. Something inside of him knew that Dean loved him all along, but the mortal man didn't know that himself since he was bound by human kind's primitive mind.
"Cas?" Dean asked as he watched how his guardian angel managed to crack a smile. This must have been the happiest Castiel had looked in a long time.
Without saying a single word Castiel gently grabbed the back of Dean's head and pressed his lips against his. Dean's heart began to beat faster as he gently taught Castiel how to kiss. From the way Castiel held him tighter he knew that he liked it. For how long had he been waiting for this?
There almost was a sense of hunger in the way Castiel's tongue touched Dean's. It felt like they were caught in a slumber, laced with endorphins and the adrenaline pumping through their bodies. Without even fully realizing it Dean got out of bed, eager to feel Castiel's touch again. With a simple gesture he made his angel take off the trench coat he always wore. Castiel had a bit more trouble with Dean's clothes, as he was always buckled up. Clumsily he managed to undo him of his shirt. As it fell to the floor, Castiel looked at what was hidden underneath that piece of clothing.
Sometimes he hung.around the brothers to make sure that they were safe, sometimes he would heal Them if they were gravely injured so he knew what Dean looked like. Still, nothing ever came close to a moment like this, being able to undress and kiss him and not having to watch someone else do it. Many times he had to stand by and watch how Dean loved someone else for the night. His arms tightened around him as these thoughts sifted through his head.
"You're mine now" Castiel muttered as he let go and tried to undo Dean of his belt. As he opened it, he let his hands go up the mortal's back, leaving red marks with his finger nails. Dean gasped for air as he felt how his skin broke. Of course he had been torn apart many times before, but something inside of him liked it. Maybe he got addicted to pain somewhere along the path of being a Hunter. Something inside of him begged for more.
The mental image of Castiel licking the blood of his fingers sent shivers down his spine. He wanted him to do it, break his skin like glass and lick the layers of lost innocence off of him. His mind begged for laceration as he felt Castiel's body against his own. He could feel the heat rising from that angelic body.
He felt how Castiel's hands explored his body, how they moved from his back down to his ass, grabbed it firmly and then went to his neck again. Castiel had seen how women had touched Dean and he mimicked them. It seemed to do the trick so he decided to go there.
Castiel felt how Dean returned the favors by pressing his body against him. He could feel the bulge in his pants scource against Dean's belt buckle. Castiel feared Dean's reaction, afraid that the barrier might return. Was it selfish to take Dean for himself?
For a moment Castiel's head was filled with doubts, not even knowing how to make love in such a carnal way. All he knew is what he saw Dean doing, or in this case what he made him feel. Castiel felt how his shell's heart was pounding so lively, how the lungs filled itself with Dean's scent and how he had the one he loved so deeply pressed against his chest.
To be continued…
