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Somebody's Saviour
iamwinchester
He hasn't mentioned that he stopped off to put an angry spirit out of its misery on the way back from his two-day mini-roadtrip. He doesn't mention it because he doesn't want Cas to ask him why they didn't go together. Dean knows the answer will upset the other man, so instead he's bringing back supplies for what's going to be more freedom for Cas and some time they can use to look over the books he's picked up. He hasn't told Cas just how many libraries he's scoured since the wings appeared, but that's not important anyway. What's important is that he needs the answer.

When he steps foot through the door it's as he's slipping his cell back into his pocket. As much as he's not going to say it where anyone else can see or hear it, he's missed Cas too. But that much is obvious in the smile he's wearing as he sets his sights on the other man.

"Did I ever play you that song by Aerosmith?" He knows Cas didn't understand his reference from before, but he can probably change that by digging out the cassette he buried somewhere at the back of his collection.


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Shrugging his jacket off the second the knot falls away in two pieces, Dean doesn't help when his hands try to pull Cas closer again giving him less than no space to get some more of his clothes away. It's not that he doesn't want to be naked. He does, very much. He just doesn't want to relinquish any of that closeness between them either. It's his way of not saying how much he's missed the guy.

He huffs out an annoyed sound at that; not all that impressed by unhelpful Dean's being. He isn't upset by it though. Not when it means he's able to be that close to him again.

"Don't do that again, okay? Don't leave me on my own." Especially not after some of the talks they had when their roles were reversed.

"I had to--" His sentence disappears the second he decides that his mouth could be used another way. It's not that he's avoiding answering. He's intending on saying he can't make promises like that. Not if they're only talking short-term. But he has no intention of leaving Cas alone for a while.

His lips end up under Cas's jaw, soft at first, the faintest brush of bristles tickling until he switches tactics. He presses forward harder then, mouth opening up to increase the suction against Cas's skin.

He knows that Dean's avoiding answering, but the distraction he's providing works exactly as planned. He even goes as far as to tilt his head a little, giving Dean whatever access he wants. His own hands move back to the hem of Dean's shirt, fingers sliding underneath the material so they can brush against skin.

"...not playing fair." Which is the excuse he uses for letting one of his legs slides forward to press between Dean's and tug himself close.

"You want me to stop and talk?" He's speaking against Cas's skin, the corners of his lips already curving upwards. He doesn't think Cas wants him to play fair when they're doing this. It's why he manages to leave a mark on the other man's neck before his lips lose their suction thanks to the groan that slides out from between them. The leg Cas has slid between his own is distracting.

"Bed." He wants to get on it without hurting Cas's wings, so it's more of an invitation to give Cas a chance to get comfortable than anything else.

"You know that's not what I want." He finally manages to step away, not wasting any time before he gets to work on getting the rest of his clothes off. He wants them out of the way so Dean wont question just where his mind is headed right now. Yet again though, he has to grab ahold of one of Dean's hands to keep himself from falling over when it comes to getting his feet free. Only then does he look back at the man.

"I think you need to take the rest of your clothes off and lie down." Meanwhile, he's going back off to dig out a certain, well-used supply from his bag.

"Not the worst request I've heard." His response comes seconds before he's tugging his overshirt and shirt off, jeans pulled open not long after that. He's not happy until his boxers are down around his ankles too. He waits until he's sat down on the bed before pulling his socks off too. His eyes haven't left Cas the entire time, even as he lies back down against the covers.

When he finally turns around, tube in hand, he doesn't move any closer than the side of the bed. He's too busy staring down at Dean, taking in every inch of him once again. When he does finally close the rest of the space between them, he climbs straight onto the bed, straddling Dean's waist before lowering himself down to press a soft kiss to his lips. It's only a brief act, before he's resting their foreheads together and simply staring back down at the other man.

He has no choice but to keep looking straight back, especially when he has Cas on top of him. The other man starts to blur the second their foreheads are together though, and it's only when that starts to hurt that he closes his eyes and uses his hands to map out Cas's cheek instead. It's with still rough, calloused fingers that he slides that hand through the back of the other man's hair. He likes everything about the way Cas feels, even if he's so far avoided the wings. It's more for Cas's sake than his own. It doesn't quell the curiosity in his head though. It's why his fingers stop at the base of his neck instead, not willing to go further until he knows he's allowed to.

When Dean's eyes close, Castiel slides back to sit down again. He can't help but press into each of Dean's touches, but it's only when he pauses that Castiel tenses up. He knows just where those fingers would go next, and though he's finally gotten over the idea of leaving them out in the open around Dean, he isn't entirely sure how he's going to react to anything else. That doesn't mean he's unwilling to try though.

He stares down at Dean's chest for a long while, chewing on his lip in a nervous gesture. Despite all that though, he finally makes the decision he's long since known he'd end up making. This is still Dean after all. The man hasn't judged him on anything before, so he knows that things wont change now. He drops his head against Dean's chest then, not wanting to look up yet, even as he lifts his wings to brush against the sides of Dean's hands.

It's not an unpleasant feeling, even if he's not expecting it. He wasn't sure whether Cas would be willing to go this far, and though he's opened his eyes again to look at the feathers he can feel, he doesn't look anything more than satisfied at the whole thing. Yeah, it's a nice feeling that Cas will do this for him, but it's that curiosity satisfied he can feel the strongest. The smile that follows is directed at Cas only once he's lifted his head off his chest.

It's only when his eyes snap open that he even realizes he'd closed them in the first place. His breaths start to speed up, though it certainly isn't in a good way. Despite knowing that Dean's the one doing it, he can't bite back the slight panic that comes with having his wings touched.

He doesn't pull back though, and instead tries to focus on the skin right in front of his eyes, sliding upward to the all too familiar tattoo. He only manages to look as far as his collarbone before he makes a sudden jolt forward, kissing Dean almost desperately then.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's doing is making Cas feel uncomfortable. His fingers gently slip away from the feather he's feeling in favor of wrapping it around his shoulder instead. His other hand is still at the other man's cheek, and now he's satisfied that curiosity he's very aware of the state Cas has put him in. It's something he wants to fix right now.

"I love you, Dean." The words sound a little mumbled, thanks to him only barely pulling away before they escape him. Instead of moving in for another kiss though, he sits back upright again, making sure to catch Dean's hand during the movement. It's where his attention stays, pressing a kiss onto his palm and holding it between them. He doesn't do much else for a long moment, still trying to work up the courage to do what he thinks he needs to do.

When he does finally look back toward Dean again, he manages to give the man a smile; far weaker than would be usual, given their positions. It's the eye contact he's going for though. Eventually, he brings a wing forward, using his hold on Dean's hand to guide their fingers toward it.

"...they belong to you too. Every part of me does."

"You uh..." What he's going for is the reassurance that Cas doesn't have to do this. Not just because he thinks he should. But when his fingers are back on the feathers he can't finish his sentence. He can't get over how they feel despite the obvious wounds they've sustained in Cas's time as an angel. It's what he expects to feel when he touches a feather, and at the same time nothing at all like it. What he does realize is that he'd be happy brushing his fingers down the edges for a while and his plans are only workable until it gets light again. Mainly because they have a lot of road to cover before they're in a place secluded enough for Cas to have the freedom he wants.

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