Chapter 10

Dean's eyes flew open with a loud gasp. The dingy hotel room slowly came into focus as did Castiel's concerned face leaning over him. Dean quickly sat up and Castiel moved out of the way to let him.

"I'm back," Dean said with relief.

Castiel frowned. "You were dreaming. It was a rather intense dream, however. I had a great deal of difficulty freeing you from it."

"It was Zach," Dean explained. "He sent me into the future five years."

He quickly reached over and grabbed his cell phone before Castiel had the chance to respond. Flipping it open he scrolled through the phone numbers. Castiel watched him with interest.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling Sam."

Dean listened to the phone ring on the other end, his heart in his throat. God, what if he didn't answer…

"Hello?" Sam half-asleep voice answered after the third ring.

A wave of relief coursed over him. "Sam. It's Dean."

"Dean? It's… it's four in the morning. Are you OK?"

"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine. Look, where are you right now?"

"I'm about an hour north of Lincoln, Nebraska. Why? What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just… I just think maybe we need to talk. You know, face-to-face. Maybe we could meet up somewhere. How about Topeka? I have a few things I need to take care here and then I can head out. Is that OK?"

"Yeah. Yeah, Topeka is fine. Let me just my stuff together and I can head out."

"Good. That's… that's good, Sam. I'll see ya soon, alright?"

"Alright. See you soon."

It didn't take a genius to notice the hopeful tone in Sam's voice. Dean wanted to kick himself for being so blinded by his own anger to not realize just how much he had been hurting Sam by keeping him away. At least now maybe he'd have a chance to fix things.

Dean flipped the phone closed and dropped it to his side. Letting out a long sigh he ran his hand over his face wearily. When he looked back up he saw Castiel still sitting on the edge of the bed watching him with a concerned look.

"Are you alright, Dean?"

Dean couldn't help but smile at Castiel. He nodded slowly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm OK, Cas. Just really glad to be back in my own time and to have you back to being… well, you."

Castiel cocked his head curiously. "I was in this future you saw."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. But… you had changed… a lot… hell, I had changed. I didn't even recognize what I had turned into. And what I had let you become…"

His voice trailed off. He shuddered at the memory of Castiel's lifeless body lying in the courtyard. He shook his head finally as if to clear the memory. Suddenly he felt Castiel gently place his hand on his shoulder.

"If this was Zachariah's doing then he could have manipulated the future you saw. The past cannot be changed, no matter what you try. But the future is more malleable. There are many different possible outcomes depending on choices that are made. Zachariah probably showed you one that he believed would most likely get you to agree to being Michael's vessel."

Dean took a deep breath and nodded slowly at Castiel's words.

"Yeah, you're probably right. And he sure did pick a fucked up world to show me. But I can tell you one thing; the last thing I plan on doing is letting that archangel make me his meatsuit because of it. I know I can change things, do it the right way. I will make things right again."

Castiel studied Dean carefully. "Which was why you called Sam."

Dean nodded. "He's supposed to become Lucifer's vessel. I'm gonna make sure that doesn't happen. I don't care what it takes."

Castiel nodded and averted his gaze.

"So then our travels together have come to an end then."

Dean looked up sharply at Castiel. The angel wasn't looking at him, but Dean could hear the hint of sadness in his voice. His heart leapt into his throat as he realized that one thing about the future he had seen that had been true was Castiel's feelings for him. Dean felt a mixture of joy and terror course through him; joy because Castiel really did care about him, terror that he was now going to have to do something about it and he had no idea what.

"Hey," Dean screwed up every bit of courage he had and reached over to gently touch Castiel's arm, causing the angel to look at him. "Just because Sam's gonna be back doesn't mean we still can't do stuff together. Hell, I enjoyed spending time with you, Cas. I had a lot of fun."

A ghost of a smile touched Castiel's lips. Dean's heart swelled at seeing his angel happy. It only served to remind him just how much he really cared about Castiel and how he would do anything for him.

He had to ask. He couldn't let the opportunity pass.

"So, Cas, I wanted to ask you something," Dean said trying to keep his voice nonchalant.

"Yes, Dean?"

Dean was positive Castiel could hear his heart thundering in his chest. He tightened his grip on the angel's arm, determined not to let him escape once Dean had asked his question.

"Are you in love with me?"

He had meant to be more subtle. He wanted to not have to be so direct. But then, this was Dean Winchester and Dean Winchester was not known for being subtle.

Castiel's eyes widened in shock and Dean could see his cheeks start to flush.

"Wh- what?" Castiel stammered.

Dean leaned in closer knowing that there was no turning back now.

"Are you in love with me?" he repeated slowly. "Because I have reason to believe you are, but I need you to tell me before I go and make a complete jackass out of myself."

Castiel stared at him, a look of panic crossing his face. He tried to pull away, but Dean gripped his arm tighter.

"Don't try to run from this, Cas," Dean said firmly. "Come on, just tell me the truth. It's OK."

Castiel looked fearfully at him and quickly dropped his gaze.

"No," he said quietly. "No, it's not OK."

Dean frowned and moved so he was sitting closer. "What are you talking about? Why isn't it OK?"

Castiel nervously moistened his lips.

"I'm an angel. Angels aren't supposed to have these… emotions."

Dean couldn't help but smile gently.

"Yeah, well, you've already proved you're no ordinary angel."

Castiel shook his head sadly.

"But you don't feel the same way."

Dean's smile broadened despite himself. "Oh yeah? Why do you say that?"

Castiel glanced shyly up at him. "You like women. I've seen you."

It took every ounce of Dean's self control not to start laughing. "Well, yeah, I do like women."

"So anything between us would be impossible."

Dean couldn't take it anymore. He pressed himself along Castiel's side and cupped the angel's chin with his hand, forcing him to turn and look at him.

"Cas, just because I like women doesn't mean I can't love you," Dean said firmly.

Castiel looked hesitantly at him. "It doesn't?"

"No, it doesn't," Dean replied.

Castiel sat there, trying to understand Dean's words. Unable to resist, Dean leaned forward and gently kissed Castiel on the lips. It was a soft, gentle kiss. Dean couldn't help the moan that escaped his throat at the contact with Castiel warm, soft lips though. Kissing Castiel, his Castiel, was far better than he had ever imagined. A feeling of peace flowed through him and pooled in his belly. With a reluctant sigh Dean forced himself to pull away in order to gauge Castiel's reaction.

At first Castiel sat there looking completely stunned and confused. Dean waited a minute, trying to allow Castiel some time to process everything. When he still didn't say anything Dean carefully took his hand.

"Cas? Are you going to say something?"

Castiel nervously moistened his lips before looking at Dean timidly.

"You… you kissed me!"

Dean smiled at the innocent way Castiel said that.

"Yes, I kissed you. Did you like it?"

Castiel averted his gaze for a moment, his cheeks turning an even darker shade of crimson before he finally nodded shyly. Dean smiled broadly.

"Good. You wanna do it again?"

Castiel finally looked at him at that statement. A shy smile tugged the corners of his lips.

"You… you want me to?"

Dean felt like he was on top of the world.

"God, yes!"

Castiel took a deep breath and studied Dean carefully, as if waiting for him to change his mind. Finally, with great trepidation, he leaned forward and awkwardly pressed his lips against Dean's. Despite his obvious lack of experience, Castiel was definitely a willing student. Dean deepened the kiss while reaching one arm around Castiel's waist and the other cupping his face. Castiel mimicked the actions and pressed himself tighter against Dean. A soft purr of arousal came from Castiel's throat, sending a bolt of desire straight to Dean's groin. Finally, Dean forced himself to pull away, gasping for air. Castiel looked at him confused.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked timidly.

Dean couldn't help smiling warmly at him and shook his head.

"No! No, Cas. Trust me, you're doing everything right! Really really right!" He ran a hand through his short hair and looked hungrily over the angel's body. "But I don't want to push you too far. And… well… you keep that up and I don't know what I'll do!"

Castiel looked at Dean in surprise. He looked down nervously before finally looking back up at Dean.

"I think… I think I want to… do… more…"

Oh God help me! He's going to kill me! And I'm going straight to Hell. Again.

"Do you know what you want to do?" Dean asked breathlessly, allowing his hands to run up Castiel's arms to his shoulders. He could feel him tremble under his touch.

"What can we do?" Castiel asked his eyes wide and innocent while looking at Dean.

Fifty different ideas flashed through Dean's mind in the span of two seconds. He quickly shoved aside his own personal desires as he knew Castiel wasn't quite ready for any of them.

"How about… we go back to kissing? Would you like that? And we'll just see where it goes."

Castiel's eyes lit up, obviously happy with the suggestion.


Dean's allowed himself to begin pushing Castiel's trench coat and suit jacket off somewhat impatiently.

"But first I want you in less clothes. Trust me; it'll be a lot better that way."

Castiel looked at him hesitantly but allowed him to remove his jackets. Seeing the angel in less than the usual amount of clothing only served to fuel Dean's lust. Unable to restrain himself any longer he pulled Castiel into a searing kiss, running his hands eagerly over his chest and unbuttoning the shirt he still had on. Castiel gasped at the onslaught and Dean took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Castiel mouth and taste him. Dean could taste honey and vanilla and it was the most erotic and comforting thing he had ever experienced.

Uncertain at first how to handle Dean's veracity Castiel had meekly sat there and allowed himself to be touched. Now, however, Dean's caresses had begun to stir new sensations in the angel, ones he had never experienced before. He grabbed Dean's t-shirt with both hands and whimpered desperately.

"Take your shoes off and lay down," Dean gasped into Castiel's ear.

Castiel briefly struggled with kicking his shoes off before allowing Dean to pull him further onto the bed and laying him down. Dean leaned over him, drinking in the sight of Castiel's partially undressed form. His self control was rapidly failing and the look of desire in Castiel's eyes wasn't helping.

"Tell me what to do, Dean," Castiel whimpered desperately. "I… it all feels so… strange…"

"Does it feel good?" Dean murmured as he began nuzzling Castiel's neck. His hand traveled down the angel's now exposed chest to his abdomen.


"Can I take your clothes off?" He had to keep reminding himself to slow down, that this was all new to Castiel. Fortunately, Castiel nodded.

Silently cheering, Dean quickly removed Castiel's clothing down to his boxers. Dean also pulled off his own t-shirt so he was now similarly dressed. He watched Castiel run his gaze over his now nearly-naked form and smiled at how nervous Castiel looked.

"You still OK with this, Cas?" Dean asked quietly, pressing another kiss to the angel's lips.

Castiel drew in a deep breath and nodded. Dean smiled and began kissing Castiel more passionately while allowing his hand to wander over the angel's newly exposed skin. Shoving fabric aside he slipped his hand over the front of Castiel's boxers, wrapping his hand around his growing erection. Castiel let out a strangled cry and bucked helplessly into Dean's hand.

"You like that, Cas?" Dean murmured huskily into Castiel's ear. "Does that feel good?"

Castiel nodded desperately, too overwhelmed to speak. Dean quickly pulled off the boxers as well as his own, leaving them both nude on the bed. He swallowed hard as he took in Castiel's lean form beneath him, his mind racing with thoughts of what he wanted to do to him. He wanted to give Castiel as much pleasure as possible, but he also felt like he was going to explode himself.

Fortunately, Castiel was eager to please as well.

"De- Dean," Castiel gasped. "I want… to touch you…"

Dean quickly took Castiel's hand and guided it over to his own swollen member. He let out a moan of pleasure as Castiel wrapped his hand gently around it. Biting his lower lip, Dean showed Castiel how to stroke him while mimicking the actions on the angel.

Soon they were both lost within the pleasures they were bringing to each other. Castiel moaned and writhed sensually on the bed beneath Dean, his eyes closed as he quickly approached completion. Dean wasn't far behind, his arousal far greater than anything he had ever experienced with anyone else.

Suddenly, Castiel's free hand gripped Dean's arm tightly and his breath became more erratic.

"De-Dean! Dean… I… I think… DEAN!!!"

He screamed with pleasure while exploding over Dean's hand. His release was enough to send Dean over the edge and he cried out, coating Castiel with his semen. His arm that was supporting him gave out and he collapsed into a heap by Castiel's side.

They lay there for a few minutes, gasping for air and slowly coming down from their orgasmic high. Dean finally turned his head to look at his angel. Castiel's eyes were still closed, his face flushed and sweaty from their experience. It was the most beautiful sight Dean had ever seen and he reached over to brush a lock of Castiel's damp hair from his face.

"Hey," he murmured softly. "You OK, Cas?"

Castiel slowly opened his eyes and looked at Dean. He nodded weakly.

"Is it always like that?" he asked in wonder.

Dean's smile broadened and he kissed Castiel gently.

"Oh yeah. And there's a lot more we can do to make it even better!"

Castiel's eyes widened. "Better than that!?"

Dean smirked and nuzzled Castiel affectionately. "Oh yeah. Don't worry. I promise to show you everything we can do!"

Castiel smiled shyly. "So… we'll do this again?"

Dean pulled back enough to look at Castiel's face. Seeing the nervousness that was still there Dean took Castiel's face with both hands and looked him dead in the eye.

"I have never felt this way about anyone, Castiel. I care about you more than I ever thought was humanly possible! So, yes, we will be doing this again. And many times after that because no matter how things turn out, I want to be with you. And I want you to never forget that!"

Castiel smiled at Dean's words, obviously relieved. When he nodded Dean smiled and pulled him into a warm embrace, kissing him tenderly.

He meant every word he had said. He didn't know how things were going to end up. He didn't even know if they would survive the next day. But what he did know was that so long as he had his angel, the Castiel he had come to know and love, it didn't matter. Just so long as they had each other it would all be OK.

The End


Man, that took me forever to write!!! Really hoped it turned out OK!

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