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It’s not that he had planned this from the beginning. For Dean from 2009 to show up at his door was very unexpected, but oh so welcome. Castiel considered the man standing in front of him a moment. There was no doubt about it. Beside a few wrinkles, some scars here and there, this was Dean, his Dean, from five years ago, the one he gave up everything for. Of course he would still give everything for his present Dean but it’s not like he got much left to give him. What with their “arrangement” and all. It’s not that Cas didn’t like goofing around with other people here and there in the camp. Some people were nice, some parties were fun, but no one else was Dean. Except, this one. And a past one, unbroken, still caring one. It was like a free gift, birthday, Christmas, Easter and Valentine's day all together! He knew the arrangement he had with Dean was only with other women but… How could he possibly let this one go? Plus, it wouldn’t really be cheating, it is Dean after all, just not from the same time.
Castiel hesitated, staring at the man before him. For how much he loved his own Dean, for everything they’ve been through together, he had changed over the years. Maybe Cas wouldn’t had realised that if this past Dean hadn’t showed up. He wasn’t really unhappy with his Dean. But seeing this past version of him made him remember what they once were and it made him realise he wasn’t that happy with how things were now either.
Before he knew it, Cas was leaning toward Dean, craving for his touch, his arms, his warmth, his lips, his kisses. He swallowed and licked his lips, turning to look away. He tried to remember, five years ago, how was his relationship with Dean, how Dean felt about him then. He didn’t want to try anything on Dean if the hunter wasn’t-
His brain shut down as he felt a hand on his cheek, soft and warm, slowly turning Castiel’s gaze back into bright green eyes. Dean studied Cas, head barely tilted.
“The hell happened to you?” He said, voice low and sad.
Castiel’s eyes were wide, lost in the green of Dean’s. He breathed in and forced out a chuckle to try and calm down. “Life?” He paused, staring deeply at Dean then looked away and sighed. “And you.” It didn’t took long for him to regret saying this.
Dean’s hand fell from Cas's face. “What?” He frowned, somewhere between confused and upset.
Cas shook his head and reached for Dean’s hand, missing the touch on his cheek. “No, I mean-” He sighed, letting his hand fall back to his side.
“You mean the me from now.” Dean was still frowning but now more from anger then confusion. “I can’t believe this dick let anything happen to you!” He groaned, stepping back, away from Cas.
“We didn’t have a choice.”
“That’s bullshit Cas, and you know it!” He looked down, shaking his head, and looked back up, staring into deep blue eyes. “I won’t let this happen.”
Cas forced a small smile, stepping closer to Dean. “I know you won’t.” This time he was the one to raise his hand to Dean’s cheek, sliding it to the back of his neck and pulling the man’s face till their lips brushed softly. Dean grabbed the hem of Cas's shirt to pull him a little closer and tilted his head, slightly opening his mouth and kissing Cas slowly and softly. The ex-angel melted into the tenderness of the kiss, moaning through their lips. Dean slid his tongue over Cas's bottom lip, forcing him to open more so the tongue could slip inside, claiming his mouth. Castiel felt the hunter’s hands grip him by the waist and pulling him closer against him till both their bodies were in contact with each other. Dean’s touch was warm, familiar yet missed for so long. Castiel hadn’t realised how much he missed this before now. This Dean, this kiss and touch, it was everything Castiel wanted, everything he was craving, starving for. It felt like getting a small drop of water after being thirsty for years. All that care and passion, he could have it all, with this Dean, the Dean he missed for so long, the Dean he gave everything for, the Dean he fell in love with. Castiel wrapped both arms around the hunter’s neck, deepening the kiss, holding on and never wanting to let go again. He wanted to stay here with him, just like this, kissing and owning each other. No more women, no more croatoan virus, just the two of them, forever.
They kept kissing, making-out for a while, till they were both panting, out of breath against each other’s lips. Dean stepped back, clearing his throat and looking away, seemingly uncomfortable. “So we…” He motioned between the two of them. “Got together or something?”
Castiel couldn’t help a chuckle, nodding his head. “You could say that.” Dean gave him a questionable look so Cas continued. “We have… an arrangement. As you would put it.” The hunter looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Basically, he sleeps with whoever he wants and I do the same.” He said with a sigh and added mumbling. “As long as no one knows about us.”
Dean frowned, suddenly furious. “Seriously!? What are you, a secret prize or something? What a jerk! Why do you even put up with this guy!?”
The fallen angel looked down with a small smile. “Because every little piece of you is better than none.”
The hunter stood still, eyes wide and agape. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Castiel’s head, pulling him into a tight hug. Cas almost flinched of surprise but then let his head fall in the crook of Dean’s neck. The hunter slid his hand at the base of Cas's neck and pulled him into another deep kiss. He slid his other hand down to the base of Cas's back while the ex-angel wrapped his arms around the hunter’s waist, hands slipping under his shirt. Dean let go of Cas neck to shrug his jacket off, breaking the kiss in the movement. Castiel panted against his lips and tilted his head. “Dean?”
The hunter’s hand slid back around Cas's neck. “It’s okay.” And pulled him into another hurried kiss, making Cas moan. “Is it?” He kissed him again. “You’re not-” And again. “Gonna get in trouble with my other self, are you?” He looked at his angel with a frown.
Castiel chuckled and pulled him back into a kiss, mouthing against his lips. “I don’t think he really cares…”
Dean kissed him again with a nod and a moan. “Ok.” He grabbed the hem of Cas's shirt and pulled it off. He tossed the shirt to the ground while Cas wrapped his arms around his neck. Dean leaned to grab the ex-angel’s thighs and pulled him up, Cas's legs wrapped around his waist. Dean took a few steps till Cas's back hit the wall. He kissed down the ex-angel’s neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin, leaving a couple of marks. Castiel panted and moaned, head tilted back in the wall and hands gripping Dean’s hair. The hunter pushed against him and moaned, feeling both their growing erections pressing in their pants. He leaned up and trapped Cas's lips with his, slowly starting to grind against him.
Cas's head was spinning with his blood rushing south. Every thought drowned in the pool of feelings and sensations, warm skin burning, lips slapping and clashing with every kiss, every touch screaming for more, taking, claiming. He could feel Dean’s fingers digging in his thighs, his teeth biting his lips, his hips crushing his in the wall behind him and his shoulders pinning him, trapping him. Dean’s breath hot in his mouth, tongue wrestling and lips smacking. Castiel’s knuckles white in Dean’s hair, pulling and pushing his head for more contact. His legs wrapped tightly around the hunter’s waist, grinding back against Dean, falling into a rhythm till they were both breathless.
Dean broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Cas.” His forehead burning against the ex-angel’s.
“There’s a bed, in the other room.” Cas said, panting. Dean nodded, letting him down, and started walking backwards as Cas guided him, lips sticking back together. The ex-angel grabbed Dean’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it to the ground on their way to the bed. Dean stumbled with his boots, trying to kick them off, and fell back on the bed, bringing Cas down with him.
Dean eventually managed to kick his boots off after a few minutes of struggling, the ex-angel refusing to let go of his lips. Cas slowly unbuckled Dean’s belt and unzipped his pants while Dean panted in his mouth, hands in his hair to keep Cas's lips on his. Castiel didn’t think twice before sliding his hand inside the hunter’s pants and boxers, gripping Dean’s hard cock and slowly stroking up and down till Dean finally broke the kiss, moaning a cry that almost sounded like Cas's name. The ex-angel took the opportunity to slip down Dean’s chest, leaving a trail of kisses along his neck and pectoral, pulling down the pants and boxers till Dean’s cock popped free.
Before Dean could take a breath or say anything, Cas's lips were around his dick, sucking and licking at the head. Dean groaned loudly, hips shaking in an attempt to resist the urge to push back into Cas's mouth. The fallen angel smiled around Dean’s cock and slowly dipped further, taking more till the head of the hunter’s dick pressed onto his throat. Castiel could feel Dean struggling to keep still, hands clutching at his hair yet not forcing Cas's head, hips still shaking, yet not pushing into Cas's mouth. He was only panting and moaning, eyes shut and head tilted back into the mattress. Castiel frowned and took him deeper, making Dean cry out again. He smiled around his dick and moaned through his sucking, bringing Dean closer to the edge.
Till Dean started pulling him off, both hands in Cas's hair loosing their grip and hips rolling back in the mattress to pull out of Cas's mouth. Dean was practically begging him to stop. Castiel frowned and pulled out, lips red and swollen, shining with slick. “What’s wrong?” He said, almost worried. Maybe Dean didn’t really want this. Maybe he did something wrong. He almost flinched back before Dean grabbed his wrists and pulled him down on him, claiming his lips in another deep kiss. Castiel kissed back tentatively, still wanting to know what went wrong.
“Nothing’s wrong Cas.” The hunter breathed between kisses. “I just don’t wanna come before we get to the good part.” He smirked.
Castiel frowned again, tilting his head and breaking the kiss. “I thought that was the good part.”
Dean chuckled. “No- Well yeah, but there’s more we can do then just a blow job.” He winked at Cas suggestively.
The ex-angel had enough sexual experiences now to know what Dean meant by that. “Oh.” He proceeded to take his own pants off while Dean looked around the room.
“You got lube and condoms?”
Castiel stopped in his movement to look at Dean with another tilted head and frown on his face. Of course he had lube and condoms and it’s not like he doesn’t know how to use them either, what with sleeping around with the whole camp and everything. But, his Dean rarely ever use lube with him and they didn’t needed condoms when they started sleeping together so they just never got to start using them, not that it’s not something they should do. Cas just kept staring at Dean with a blank gaze. Now that he’s thinking about it, they never used a condom together. Ever. Not only is he going to have sex with a younger, and oh so much nicer and kinder Dean, but it’s also going to be the first time he’ll use a condom with him.
Dean’s now frowning at him with worry. “Cas?”
The ex-angel blinked and shook his head, no big deal really, doesn’t matter. “In the bedside table.” He motioned behind Dean on his left. Cas took a deep breath and finished taking off his pants without much ceremony, tossing them to the floor. He crawled further on the bed while Dean pulled out a small half empty bottle of lube and a condom.
The hunter waved the condom with a grin. “So, which way do you prefer?”
Cas blinked again and asked the first thing that came to his mind. “You mean what position?”
Dean paused a moment with a raised eyebrow. “No. I mean, you or me?” He motioned, pointing with the condom. He waited and asked again when Cas remained silent. “You’d rather take or give?”
Castiel tilted his head, more than confused. “What?”
The hunter took a deep breath. “Cas!” Waving the condom in Cas's face.
“I-I don’t know…” The ex-angel shook his head, not sure what to tell Dean. He understood what he meant but, his Dean had never asked him this before.
“What do you mean you don’t know? You don’t mind either or-”
“I don’t know!” Cas interrupted Dean who shut his mouth, waiting for an explanation. Castiel tried to think of the right way to say it without pissing this Dean off after his older self again. He looked down at the sheets, avoiding Dean’s gaze. “We’ve never… It was always…” He shrugged, giving up. “We’ve never talked about it before. You’re always the one fucking me.”
Dean was agape, eyes wide open, staring at Cas like he was an alien. “Seriously!?” He was mad again. “Dammit Cas!” Obviously.
Castiel shrugged again, still keeping his gaze away from the hunter. “I told you, it doesn’t matter.”
“For whom!?” The ex-angel flinched. “For you or that jerk?” Dean continued. When Castiel finally looked up to him again, Dean’s face was serious, almost… disappointed. The hunter sighed and looked away, slowly calming down. Cas wanted to ask why it was upsetting him so much but he knew this Dean just didn’t want to turn out like the older version of himself. It was understandable, if a younger version of Castiel, all powerful and full of grace, showed up on his front step, he’d probably be a lot disappointed in his future self too.
The ex-angel leaned closer, wrapping his arms around the hunter’s neck, and slipped his hands in his hair to comfort him. “I’m sorry it upsets you…”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I’m upset he stopped caring about you!”
Castiel laid his forehead against Dean’s, close enough to feel his breath on his lips. “I know…” He leaned forward again and kissed Dean softly. He pulled back with a smile. “Which way do you prefer?”
The hunter was taken aback and blinked. “Hun, I don’t-” He shrugged. “I don’t care, either way’s fine.” He grabbed Cas by the waist, pulling him on his lap, and gripped his thighs.
The ex-angel pushed Dean down on his back and kissed him again. He thought about it a moment. This was already new on many levels, this Dean, using a condom, as stupid as it may sound. Also, Cas never really thought about switching position. Now that he thought about it, he thinks he rather enjoys getting fucked. And he has to admit, a little part of him wants to compare this Dean to his. Switching now would be too different. He smiled through the kiss, grinding down on Dean to make him moan, and broke the kiss. He licked down the hunter’s cheek and nibbled at his ear. “I think you should hurry up and fuck me already.” He muttered.
It almost felt like Dean’s dick twitched on his thigh and a second later, Dean had flipped them and was now leaning over a spreaded Cas. He slowly kissed along his neck then back to Cas's lips, letting Cas melt against him before pulling back and grabbing the bottle of lube. The ex-angel looked at him pouring way too much lube on his fingers and leaning back on him, his hand between them. Dean started by wrapping his fingers around Cas's dick, sliding up and down, spreading lube and pre-come while Cas moaned under him. He stroked a few times till Cas was panting again and moaning his name in low breath. The ex-angel felt a shiver run down his spine when Dean’s hand cupped his balls and squeeze gently. The hunter’s fingers finally reached his hole and circled the rim, spreading the lube. Castiel groaned and pushed against Dean’s hand to try and get a finger inside but Dean pulled back. He slid his other hand in Cas's hair, pushing them out of his face and leaned down to claim his lips in a sloppy kiss.
“Relax Cas.” The hunter whispered against his mouth, stroking his hair. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck and pulled him down for another kiss, making it more urgent as he grind up into the hunter’s touch.
Dean kissed him back with a shush between their lips. “It’s ok Cas, I got you.” He told him.
Cas began to wonder if Dean was just teasing him or plainly mocking him. This wasn’t his first time after all. Even then, Cas remembers his first time with Dean and it had been a lot different too. This Dean was being slow and gentle in ways he’d never been with him before. Of course Castiel wasn’t really complaining, it was more care than he ever got from the hunter, but sex is just sex, and he’d really like this show to get on the road now. He tried pressing up into Dean again, grinding and moaning, trying to let Dean know he wanted more. The hunter kept circling Cas's rim with a finger, always so slowly and gently, Cas could barely feel anything. The ex-angel groaned out Dean’s name before sinking his teeth in Dean’s neck, biting till he drew blood.
Dean flinched and groaned Cas's name, letting go of his hair. The ex-angel pulled back eyes wide with panic. He was getting annoyed and didn’t think. He knew biting Dean would get him punished, Dean would get mad at him and hit him. Like he always does. But Dean is just looking at him with sad eyes, his forehead on Cas's, panting on his lips. Cas apologized quickly, trying to sink away in the mattress.
But Dean frowned and slipped his hand in Cas's hair again, soothing him. He leaned down and kissed him. Castiel melted in his mouth, arms loose around Dean’s neck and moaning through the kiss. Cas finally felt Dean’s finger breach him and slowly slid inside him. He moaned again, his hands gripping at Dean, ready for the incoming pain. Dean’s finger gently slid in and moved a little before slipping almost all out and repeating the process, moving slowly. Cas's hands relaxed at Dean’s touch. It felt so good and yet not painful at all. The ex-angel took a moment to think about it but this had to be the first time this wasn’t painful, at all. He wrapped his arms all around the hunter’s neck, pulling him down for another kiss. He tried to stay still and let Dean’s finger get a little faster, a little deeper till he couldn’t bare it and started grinding into Dean’s touch again, wanting more.
Dean moved his finger a little more before pulling completely out, granting him another groan of protest from Cas, and slowly pushed another finger with the first. He moved slowly again, gently pushing inside the ex-angel and pulling halfway out. Cas was softly panting against his mouth, rolling his hips into Dean, silently begging for more. Dean kept stroking gently, holding Cas down on the mattress. He kissed him again, nibbling at the ex-angel’s lips and licking down his jaw, kissing down his neck as his hand moved a little deeper with every stroke till he hit Cas's prostate.
A rush of pleasure flew through the ex-angel making him moan loudly with a deep breath, his hold around Dean’s neck gripping the hunter tighter. Dean moved his fingers and stroked it again, making Cas squirm beneath him in another loud moan. It felt so good, Cas could feel his dick leaking pre-come on his stomach. He was panting, gripping Dean’s hair and writhing for more. Dean complied, stroking his prostate again before gently pushing deeper and moving his fingers to scissors, slowly opening Cas's a little more. The ex-angel had his head tilted back in the mattress, taking deep breathes between moans. He felt hot and sweaty, and it was good and so… painless.
Dean kept pushing his fingers, slowly stroking in and out before he gently pushed a third finger along the others, moving slowly as Cas clenched around him, his ass practically sucking on his fingers. The hunter leaned up and claimed Castiel’s lips into a panting kiss. Cas moaned at the change of pressure inside him and couldn’t help calling out Dean’s name in a faint groan, breaking the kiss.
The hunter pulled his fingers out, leaning up again to kiss Cas properly.
Dean apologized through Cas's lips and kissed him again, tenderly and softly. Cas frowned, puzzled, and kissed him back, trying to deepen the kiss, stroking the hunter’s hair and pushing up on him for more friction. The hunter pulled back and broke the kiss to look around for the condom. He ripped the packet open, finally pushing his pants off and let them fall to the floor. He wrapped the condom on his dick and leaned back on Cas to claim his lips in another kiss. Dean grabbed one of Cas's leg and pulled it slightly up and apart, leaving Cas all open beneath him. He leaned again, aligning his cock to Cas's hole, and waited, panting on Cas's lips. The ex-angel groaned and tried to move down on Dean, wanting the pressure inside him, wanting Dean to push and give him everything he has. He moaned Dean’s name, pulling him at his shoulders till Dean finally pushed inside him, slowly breaching his rim with the head of his dick. Cas took a deep breath while Dean waited again, letting him adjust to the pressure. Cas started to wonder why Dean was so damn slow. This wasn’t his first time or anything, he didn’t need time to adjust to Dean, his ass was already used to Dean being inside him. And it loved it, it wanted more, Cas wanted more, Cas wanted Dean, Cas always wanted Dean. He moaned Dean’s name again, hoping the hunter would get deeper and start moving already. Dean did move, so very slowly and gently, slightly getting deeper. This was unbearable. Cas wanted to fuck not-
This is when it hit him.
Dean wasn’t fucking him.
The hunter reached for Cas's lips again, kissing him, his forehead leaning on Cas's and slowly pushing deeper with a moan. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s head, kissing him again and again and again, moving with Dean. The hunter slid a little deeper again, rocking his hips with Cas's, his hand on the ex-angel’s thigh and the other at his waist, holding him gently. Cas could feel it, with every push, every thrust, every moan and every kiss. Dean was being gentle and slow, not because he was afraid to hurt Cas, but because he wanted to show Cas how much he cared, he wanted to make it good. Cas could feel it now, all the care and devotion that Dean was trying to give him, all the desires, the need and want.
Dean was making love to him.
This is when the hunter hit his prostate again. This time Castiel cried out, hands in the hunter’s hair gripping tight, head tilted back in the mattress as he moaned Dean’s name and grinded back in the hunter’s touch. Dean leaned to kiss down Cas's neck and back up to claim his lips in a deep passionate kiss. Cas couldn’t take it, the heat burning inside him, he could hear his heartbeat in his chest like it wanted to burst out and explodes.
He wanted to crawl away and cry.
Dean hit his prostate again and this time Cas came all over his stomach in a loud scream. He thought for a moment that he had blacked out but Dean was there with him, arms wrapped around him and soothing him down. Cas realised he was shaking and… crying? He touched his cheek, swiping a tear away. Why was he crying…
Dean was stroking his hair softly, asking if he was alright, if he was hurt. Castiel swiped his arm over his eyes and took a deep breath, calming down. He looked at Dean and apologized quickly. Panic hit him when he realised he had come and Dean hadn’t. He had really screwed up this time. He apologized again, moving away from Dean’s arms and trying to get them back in position. Dean grabbed him, pulled him back in his arms and kissed him. He told him everything was alright, not to worry about it. But everything was not alright, Cas was freaking out and all Dean was doing was soothing him and… cuddling! Dean was cuddling! Cas hadn’t even made him come and Dean was cuddling him.
Cas felt dizzy. He didn’t understand. This Dean was so nice and gentle with him it was completely disorienting. He wasn’t hitting him, he wasn’t punishing him, he was cuddling! Cas felt sick. What was wrong with him? Wasn’t this what he always wanted? For Dean to show him how he felt, for Dean to care about him, to be with him, love him.
His Dean never been that way with him. Never been kind and caring. Never bothered about hurting Cas. Never bothered about what Cas felt or wanted. Never asked or wondered. His Dean always took what he wanted. Always came and left. Sometimes, Cas wondered if his Dean even had feelings for him at all. Or if Cas was just a random sex toy to him. Some slut like the rest of the camp that Dean could use whenever he felt like.
Cas wondered why his Dean wasn’t more like this Dean. Wondering of his well being, taking care of him, loving him. Why his Dean never held him, never cuddled. This Dean is. This Dean cares about him. This Dean is kind and gentle. He’d never hurt Cas. Never asked for anything from him. He just appeared and gave Cas everything.
Yet, Cas couldn’t help feeling a gap. As if something was missing. He kept expecting Dean would hit him, yell at him, punish him and hurt him. But instead, Dean was gently stroking the back of his neck, his other arm around his waist, and he was kissing his cheek and jaw.
Why? Why wasn’t he hitting him. Cas had been horrible with him from the start, he felt bad, he needed to be punished. Why wasn’t Dean hurting him. Dean was laying with him, holding Cas close to him. But Castiel felt so far away. He wanted Dean to touch him. He wanted to feel Dean on him again, he wanted to be hit, he wanted to be hurt, he wanted Dean to break him apart like he usually does…
But this wasn’t his Dean. This was a gentle younger version who still cared about him. Who still wanted Cas, wanted to be with him and love him, not hurt him.
Cas felt so confused and empty.
Dean’s breath was slowly getting even as he drifted to sleep. Cas turned his face into Dean’s neck, his eyes shut tight to keep the tears away, and gripped at Dean’s arms, holding him close till he fell asleep with him.
Cas missed his Dean.
When morning came, Castiel woke up sticky and cold. Nothing new there, he thought. What was new was the warm arm around his waist and Dean’s soft breath in the back on his neck. He smiled and turned around to the hunter, burying his face in the man’s radiating heat. Dean had stayed the whole night with him, that was very new too. Except this was still the Dean from the past, the one who still cared about Cas, also he probably didn’t really had anywhere else to go anyway, so no big deal. Castiel smiled and pressed closer to Dean, basking in the heat and smell of the hunter in the morning.
Dean slowly stirred awake, stroking Cas in the back and wrapping his arms around him to hold him tighter. He smiled at the fallen angel, eyes slowly flickering open as he moaned. “Morning angel.”
Castiel frowned. “I’m not an angel anymore.” He mumbled. Dean knew he wasn’t an angel anymore so why would he call him that.
The hunter chuckled and held Cas tighter, laying a kiss on the top of his head. “You’ll always be my angel.” He whispered in Cas's hair.
Cas thought he could get used to this. Dean in the morning, in his bed, hot and naked, holding him and kissing him. Of course he knew, this was a one time only deal. His Dean never stayed till morning, much less cuddled nor snuggled. His Dean would show up when Cas took too long to get up and out of his cabin. He would come in and kick Cas out of bed. Sometimes rush him on the wall and call him a slut for whatever reason.
And they would fuck.
Sometimes.
But now Cas was with another Dean and he doubted this Dean would want to fuck now.
He sighed and realized Dean was staring at him with his bright green eyes, frowning with concern. “Hey, you alright?” Castiel forced a smile and nodded. Dean leaned and kissed him again before pulling back and getting up. “I gotta leave soon. I’m sorry.” He slowly got dressed and looked at Cas again.
Cas stared back at him with sad eyes. Sure this wasn’t his Dean but… still. “I’ll miss you.” He whispered. The hunter leaned to him again and kissed Cas one last time before getting up and walking to the door. “Take care of my past self.” Cas said back to him with a faint smile.
Dean smiled at him and nodded. “I will.” And he left.
Castiel stared at the door a while, laying naked on his back. He was cold, still sticky, and a little hungry. He turned his head to the door of the bathroom. He should probably take a shower, he thought, that would get rid of both the cold and stickiness. He turned around again, this time rolling his face in the mattress where Dean was laying beside him just a moment ago. He could still smell the faint smell of the hunter in the sheets. He smiled again and closed his eyes, falling back asleep.
When he woke up again, the room was warmer, lighted by a ray of sunlight crossing his bed. He yawned and stretched. He frowned when he realized he wasn’t hurt anywhere, no pain, no bruise. It was hard to believe anything happened last night at all, there was no trace, no proof of Dean ever even coming in Cas's cabin. The room was quiet, Cas was laying on his back, looking at the ceiling. He debated getting up and going out a moment, probably get some food.
That’s when the door opened. Cas rose himself on his elbows and stared at Dean leaning on the door frame, looking back at the fallen angel. His Dean. Castiel almost smiled with Dean’s name on his lips before he realized the expression on the hunter’s face.
“Had fun last night?” Dean said.
Castiel felt his heart skip a beat, in fear, in nervousness, apprehension and anticipation.