Fallen

Chapter Seven

The next morning when Dean wakes up he finds himself wrapped up in Cas' arms. Dean kisses his chin lightly, which Cas immediately responds to by grabbing Dean's face with both of his hands and pressing their lips together.

"Well, good morning to you too." Dean sighs against Cas' lips, his grin never leaving his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Angels don't sleep." Cas whispers and kisses Dean again, deeper this time, sliding his tongue into Dean's mouth and getting a moan in return.

Cas pulls away and rests his forehead against Dean's.

"What time is it?" Dean mumbles.

Cas turns to check the clock on the side table next to Dean's bed. "Seven thirty." 

Dean smirks and rolls Cas over so Dean is on top of him. "We've got half an hour until the alarm goes off and until we have to get ready for school." He says, placing small kisses on Cas' jawline.

Cas closes his eyes and slightly dips his head back as Dean's lips move onto nibbling his neck. "Mmmm," 

Dean grinds himself against the angel below him and Cas groans. "I can make you feel so good, Cas."

"Dean..." He pulls Dean's head up and kisses him hard, tangling his fingers in Dean's hair.

A growling noise leaves Dean's throat as their bodies rub against each other and it is at this point that Dean realises that they have way too may clothes in-between them. Cas sits up so Dean is straddling him and Dean goes to remove his shirt but Cas grabs his arm.

"We should stop." Cas whispers.

Dean stares at him, confused, but then nods. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to rush into things. I thought you wanted this."

Cas cups Dean's face with his hands. "I want you, so bad. But I want it to be really special."

Dean swears he feels his heart melt at that second. "Alright, I understand." He leans in and places a very gentle kiss on Cas' nose. "Shall we just go get ready now then?"

"Might as well."

Dean awkwardly shifts off of Cas and walks towards his closet, searching for clothes to wear.

Cas stands up and scratches the back of his neck. "I'm just going to go to my house to get my coat. I'll be back soon."

"Wait, wha-" Dean turns around and Cas is nowhere to be seen.

Five seconds later, he hears a flutter of wings behind him and he spins to where Cas is standing, who is now in his over-sized trench that he seems to love.

'Awesome.' Dean thinks to himself.

He grabs a dark blue long sleeved shirt, a brown leather jacket to go over top, a pair of blue jeans and he places them on his bed.

"I'm just...uh...gonna have a quick shower." Dean mumbles, speed walking to the bathroom so he can get rid of the problem in his pants.

Dean gets out twenty minutes later in nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. Cas swallows the lump forming in his throat and stares at Dean's body as water drips from his hair and skin.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Dean winks.

Cas rolls his eyes. "Shut up."

They head downstairs and Dean walks to the pantry to go get some breakfast.

"What would you like to eat?" He asks.

"There's not really much point in me eating anything, food doesn't have the same affect on angels as it does to humans." Cas replies, leaning against the kitchen counter.