True Love (Destiel Storyline) (Completed)

*5. Distance

Dean drove with his eyes ahead. Music blaring in his ears, blocking Sam from talking to him. They were heading back to the bunker- Dean had told Sam that Cas had left for a case in Iowa- and Dean was trying not to think about last night.

They reached the bunker and without a word, Dean walked to his room and locked the door behind him.
What was Cas thinking? Well he wasn't thinking, he was hammered. What does this mean? Does it mean anything? I- I.... Enjoyed it. SHIT. Now I'm fucking confused. But I have to get him back. We can sort this out if he comes back.
"Cas? Cas..... We need to talk. Please...... Come back. We need to fix this. I need you to come back. I need you. Come on Cas, pick up? I'm not angry, we just need to talk....... You copy?"
Dean looked around and waited but, as he had expected, there was no angel in his room.

"I'm going out"
"Ok. Bye" Dean mumbled.
"Bye?" Sam frowned, confused about Dean's sudden depression, and left.
"OK. Seriously Cas. GET YOUR FEATHERY ASS DOWN HERE. NOW! or I'll......... I will never talk to you again." There was a sudden woosh and Cas appeared. Dean ran to hug him, but stopped himself a few feet from Cas.
"What Dean?"
"We need to talk about Thursday."
"Look. I am very sorry that happened. My inhibitions were lowered by the alcohol. I didn't know what i was doing."
"Cas just let me speak."
"I just want you to know that I regret it and I am sorry and-"
"Cas will you shut up"
"I understand that you don't want to see me again after what happened."
"Cas seriously, let me get a word in"
"Ill keep my distance. I won't tell Sam, god only knows what he would think and-"
"CAS SHUT UP" Dean threw Cas against the wall and grabbed his coat lapels. Cas was shaking violently and Dean realised he scared him.
He put his hand over Cas' mouth and spoke.
"Cas. I don't want you to go. I wanted to talk to you and tell you that I regret shouting at you"
Cas' eyes widened and Dean lowered his hand.
"I-I-"
Dean couldn't stop himself any longer. He pressed his lips urgently to Cas'. It felt as if this whole time he had been under water, and now suddenly he was breathing air again. Everything felt right. The rough stubble of Cas face, the rough hands on his cheeks, the rough tongue dancing for dominance in his mouth. Dean's hand slid to Cas' waist, where he held on tight and pulled Cas closer, he felt as if he couldn't get close enough. Suddenly there were too many layers between them.
Dean went back the lapels, which he used to push Cas away lightly to take a breath, before yanking the trenchcoat off and throwing it on the chair, along with his own leather jacket. Cas pulled their lips back together desperately and led Dean towards his bedroom.
They reached the door and Dean threw Cas against it, tongues colliding again. Cas reached his arms around Dean's neck and lifted himself onto Dean's waist, wrapping his legs around his back. They kissed passionately for what seemed like forever, then Cas-hungry for more- opened the door behind them and let Dean carry him inside. The door kicked shut behind him, Dean walked Cas to the bed and put him down on the edge. He broke the kiss for a moment staring deeply into Cas' eyes.
"Do we even need Condoms?"
"No. Angel- Can't get, or give STI's"
Dean grinned and leaned back in again. This time when they kissed, it was more erotic, lustful and desperate. They had wasted enough time without each other, they weren't going to wait any longer.
Dean unbuttoned Cas' shirt and slid it off his shoulders, reaching for the hem of his own to lift it off.
Castiels curious fingers roamed the surface of Dean's skin, tracing his muscles and sending shivers down his spine.