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To say that Dean was tired was an understatement. He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept, but the bunker was quiet when he woke. Normally he would have immediately dragged himself, morning or not, to at least check on the other bunker inhabitants before getting some coffee. But the warm shape pressed into his back calmed him immediately.
“Mornin’, Cas,” Dean mumbled sleepily, rolling over to face him.
Castiel smiled, a full grin that showed his gums and slightly pointy incisors, before he dipped forward to press his lips to Dean’s forehead. “It’s two in the afternoon, but I’m glad you’re awake,” he responded.
“How are you feeling?” Dean reached over, cupping Castiel’s cheek, demanding a proper kiss, morning breath or no.
“Never better,” Castiel said as he smiled down at Dean. “A little tired I suppose, which is rather odd as I have my grace restored, but I can’t complain about anything.” For a moment, he looked serious, reaching a hand up to trace two fingers down the side of Dean’s face. “I really am sorry, Dean. For putting you through that. I couldn’t see any other option.”
Despite feeling nothing but warmth and affection in that moment, Dean managed to give Castiel a half-hearted glare. “Yeah, well next time, talk to me first. I don’t care if it takes a freakin’ ouija board and some mojo, you don’t do shit like that without telling me.”
Cowed, Castiel nodded his head. “I know. It was a mistake. I just thought it was easier…” Castiel sighed. “Loving someone isn’t always easy, it seems,” he mused, climbing on top of Dean and looking down at him. “I’m afraid that being a good boyfriend isn’t a skill I was created with. I’ll have to learn.”
Nudging his nose up into Castiel’s neck behind his ear, Dean’s hands made soothing strokes up the angel’s back. “Me either, baby. Sex I’m good at. Relationships I kinda suck at.”
Castiel chuckled, and Dean felt it vibrate through his chest. “I don’t know Dean, you went to hell because of a deal to save me, then helped Gabriel get me back into my vessel,” Castiel pointed out. “I’m not sure what the human bar for a good boyfriend is, but I think you far exceed it.” He hummed happily, tilting his head to the side to give Dean better access to his neck.
“I’ll admit though,” he rumbled after a moment. “You are pretty good at the sex part.”
Dean laughed against Castiel’s skin, his teeth skimming down to his collarbone. Without warning he bit down, sealing his mouth around the flesh and sucking a mark onto the angel’s skin.
“I have to say,” Dean paused, pressing kisses to the red welt as Cas moaned above him, “I did miss waking up with you.”
“As did I,” Castiel agreed. He tightened his grip around Dean and rolled, flipping them so Dean was suddenly above him, straddling Castiel’s hips as he lay down on the bed.
Straddling his legs around Castiel’s waist more comfortably, Dean lifted his arms and peeled off the stretched-out Led Zeppelin t-shirt he’d slept in. When he looked back down, Castiel was looking up at him so adoringly it made him pause, feeling a flush hit his neck.
“What?” he grinned down at the angel.
“I missed you,” Castiel answered sincerely, without any hint of embarrassment. Reaching up, he tugged Dean down gently by his neck, twining their lips fully.
Dean simply enjoyed the closeness for a moment, savoring the soft slide of each other's lips that they’d missed out on longer than either would like.
After a minute he pulled back, just far enough to put a few inches between them. Bracing his elbows either side of Castiel, so that his forearms framed his face and he could tangle his hands in his wild, soft hair. Dean took a breath before speaking.
“Stay here with me, Cas. I know this room in the bunker isn’t much, but it’s all I’ve got right now. It could be yours, too. Share it with me.”
Dean thought that Castiel might raise an eyebrow and tease him slightly at how silly it was, essentially asking the angel who already lived here to move in with him. It wasn’t like Castiel even slept or had much in the way of belongings to move. But strangely, it mattered to Dean. He’d only ever lived with one other partner, and this was far, far more important than that.
Castiel didn’t joke about it at all though. Reaching to place his palms under Dean’s jaw instead, and draw them back together.
“Yes, Dean,” he answered simply. “I would love that.”
Their kisses grew more heated and the breathlessness between them increased. From his position straddling Castiel’s hips, Dean felt Castiel’s thickening cock bob hopefully up against his stomach. He ground his hips forward gently, just a little friction and pressure to share his want in return.
He moved his kisses back around to the side of Castiel’s neck, mouthing at the tanned flesh beneath his lips as he spoke. “What do you want, Cas?” He smiled into his jaw, breathing deep to take in Castiel’s fresh, ozoney-scent.
“You,” Cas whispered huskily into Dean’s ear, well aware by now of the effect his voice had on him. “Inside me.”
Dean didn’t need to be told twice, but they took their time.
The way Dean’s body reacted to Castiel now was automatic, everything from the feel of his stubble to the scent of his hair was an aphrodisiac to Dean. But this wasn’t about showing Castiel he wanted him, his body could do that perfectly well without Dean’s instruction. This was about showing Castiel that he’d missed him, that he loved him. It was about wanting to keep him.
Dean’s nightstand provided lube, and slicking each other up slowly, they began almost reverentially. There was no sound beyond breathy gasps between their kisses. It wasn’t until Dean was a few minutes into opening Castiel up for him, sliding in his second finger and rubbing in a now-familiar gesture, that they spoke again.
“Dean…” Castiel gasped, beginning to shake around Dean’s fingers. His eyes locked onto Deans, neither of them able to look away.
“I got you, baby,” Dean murmured into Castiel’s cheek, dragging his fingers slowly across his prostate and working him up into a panting, shivering mess.
“Dean, please …” Cas groaned hungrily, reaching down to wrap his lube-slicked hand around Dean’s eager, dribbling cock. “I need you, Dean. Please.”
Dean couldn’t refuse, nor would he ever want to, enraptured by the beautiful angel below him as he fucked slowly into Castiel’s hand.
“Oh God Cas… yeah, come on…” he reached down, giving Castiel one last, deep kiss before he slipped his fingers out and put pressure onto Castiel’s hips, urging him to turn over. “I need you too,” he whispered roughly back.
The sight of Castiel on all fours, his ass in the air and face pressed down into the pillows, would never, ever grow old. Spreading his cheeks slowly, Dean leaned in and ran his tongue slowly down from Castiel’s tailbone until he could lick a slow circle around his open, waiting ass. The whine that erupted from Cas as Dean darted into him with his tongue went straight to Dean’s dick.
“Fuck, Cas,” Dean murmured, his lips and breath vibrating against Castiel’s hole, pulling keening noises from the angel. “You’re beautiful.”
Castiel pushed his hips back, fucking himself back onto Dean’s deeply thrust tongue. Dean was sloppy as he ate into him, gentle but ravenous for the noises it pulled out of the man below him. Dean could only manage a couple of minutes before he stopped, needing more.
“Ready, love?” He leaned forward so that the whispered term of endearment came from right above Castiel’s head.
“Yes,” Cas panted desperately. “Now. Yesterday. Always.”
Dean grinned, pleased to have reduced Castiel to a begging mess before he’d even gotten inside him. Lining himself up, he gripped Castiel’s hips firmly with one hand and used the other to tease his cock up and down against the saliva-coated, slightly gaping hole that awaited him.
Castiel grunted. “You’re a tease, Dean Winchester,” he grumbled into the pillow.
“You love it,” Dean breathed in response, sliding smoothly home.
The way that Castiel’s face was turned on the pillow, Dean could see his blue eyes get wider as Dean bottomed out, a high-pitched whine falling from both of their lips in unison.
“Oh fuck, Cas, Jesus.” Dean squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep everything under control for just a minute more. His voice was thin. “You feel so good, fuck, so good…”
“Dean,” Cas’s voice was even lower, a rumble against the bedsheets. “Move.”
Dean had wanted this to be slow and loving, a moment where he could say with his body all the words he struggled to with his voice, but his willpower could never be that good with Castiel thrusting back against him.
“Shit,” Dean hissed, looking down to watch Castiel’s ass cheeks shake as he took for himself what Dean was too dazed to give him, twerking back against Dean’s cock with abandon.
It only took Dean a few seconds to join him, grabbing at Castiel’s flesh hard enough to bruise as he pounded forward.
“Dean!” Castiel’s voice was sharp, pleading.
Reaching around, Dean tucked his hand under Castiel’s hips and found his desperately weeping cock, looping his forefinger and thumb around the head. He squeezed and pulled, and within seconds he ripped Castiel’s orgasm from him, hearing him grunt and gasp desperately against the background melody of come spurting down onto the bedsheets.
“Oh fuck,” Dean tried to fight it, but listening to Castiel come was like a trigger that couldn’t be reversed.
Dean had just enough time to slide out and rest his cock across Castiel’s pert ass crack before he came with a yell, falling forward to support himself with one fist on the bed. He shuddered his way through his orgasm, his hand on Castiel’s hip gripping tight. His thumb moved soothing circles, a silent apology for the rough hold. Dean looked down, watching his come pool in the small of Castiel’s back, marking him sticky and white as belonging to him.
Looking at the puddle as they both sighed and shivered, coming down from the high they’d shared, Dean realized with a sharp pang that he wanted this every day.
Not just the great sex or the amazing making out—all of it. Castiel by his side; not belonging to God or to Heaven, just to Dean, and letting Dean be his in return.
***
At the other end of the bunker, Sam and Gabriel were sprawled on the couch together. A documentary about polar bears played on Sam’s laptop, balanced on a pile of pillows in front of the couch.
“If you like polar bears so much Sam, I’ll get you one, but do we have to watch this? It’s depressing,” Gabriel said, pouting.
Sam rolled his eyes. “For an archangel, you’re remarkably uncultured.”
Gabriel snorted in response. “Uncultured? Didn’t know you cared, Sammich. But I’ll have you know I’ve got game. I can tango backward, with a rose in my teeth, reciting poetry.”
Sam lay stretched out on the couch on his side, Gabriel laying in front of him. Grinning against the top of Gabriel’s head, Sam snuck his arm around Gabriel’s front and pulled the smaller man back against him.
Gabriel turned, quirking an eyebrow up in interest, but he missed out on whatever Sam was about to say thanks to Charlie’s interruption.
“Hey guys,” she called through from the war room. “I’m heading out!”
Stretching, Sam and Gabriel rolled reluctantly off the couch. Gabriel stood first, reaching down with both hands to haul Sam up.
“Be right there, Charlie,” Sam yelled as he gathered up a bunch of candy wrappers. He raised an eyebrow at them, shaking his head, but didn’t bother commenting.
They reached the war room at the same time as Dean and Castiel, who shuffled in from the corridor that led to the bedrooms. They both wore sweatpants and old t-shirts, carrying empty coffee mugs. They held hands as they walked.
Charlie squealed a little as she saw them. “This is just so cute guys. I have to leave now, because there are way too many dicks flying around here, but you gotta know this is at, like, Harajuku levels of cuteness,” she pointed out, crossing her arms very seriously. “You both found your angels. They should make a movie.”
“We are not cute ,” Cas pointed out with frown.
“Speak for yourself, baby,” Dean grinned with a wink. “I’m fucking adorable.”
Beaming widely, Charlie spread her arms. “Come on,” she called, waving them in. “Group hug before I bail.”
It was awkward, but they somehow all squeezed in to squish her tight. Sam reached down to grab her duffle, and Dean grabbed her laptop bag.
“We’ll get you to the car,” Dean offered needlessly.
Moving to the garage where Charlie’s gremlin was parked, they carefully placed the bags into her trunk before each coming up to claim another hug.
“I can’t thank you enough, Charlie,” Sam said down into her head, dropping a brotherly kiss into her red hair. “You, and Claire, and even Crowley. You all saved my life and I don’t even know where to begin with that.”
“Begin by being happy,” Charlie said cheesily into his chest. “And don’t let that pesky archangel get too out of hand,” she winked.
Sam laughed, still a little shy regarding the recent developments in his love life, and pushed his hair back behind his ear. He stepped aside to let Dean in for his hug.
“Bye, you,” Dean said gruffly, kissing the crown of her head much as Sam had. “Don’t know what I would've done without you, Charles. So, thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” she began, but cut off as Dean’s phone began to go off in his pocket, vibrating against her stomach. Fishing it out, she handed it up to him with a smile and stepped back.
Charlie moved to open her car door as Dean answered the call.
“Hey, Jody,” Dean grinned. “You got my message about Cas?”
Sam and Charlie could hear excited talking on the other side of the phone and followed Dean’s expression curiously as his jaw dropped slightly.
“Really, Jodes?” Dean spun on the spot, pumping his fist. “You are the fucking best, Sheriff!”
A brief pause while Jody barked something at him.
Dean winched. “Sorry. You’re the best, Sheriff.”
Sam raised an eyebrow in amusement at Charlie, before they looked back at Dean.
“Thank you, so, so much,” Dean grinned. “We’ll see you on the weekend.”
With that, Dean hung up and resumed his victory spinning.
“What's up?” Sam asked curiously, smiling regardless at seeing Dean happy.
“Jody found my Baby,” Dean sighed happily. “Abandoned off the side of a highway in Indiana.” He reached out and grabbed Charlie and Sam, pulling them both towards him on one more huge hug. “Everything is finally how it should be.”
Dean had Sam back, he had Castiel back, and he had Baby back.
He was happy.