I woke up around noon, Sam was out and I was glad. I was still trying to grasp the fact that I was really gay. At first I thought I was just tired, but when I got up, Castiel was the very first thing I thought of.  I remembered something my mom used to tell me. That whenever I prayed, the angels would take my messages to God. Maybe if I prayed, Cas just might hear me. I felt rather silly, but I could at least test it out.

               "Um....Castiel? I really don't know how to do this whole...praying thing...but I just need to uh...to see you? I need to talk to you?" I felt stupid. Ignorant really. I tuned around and was an inch away from those blue eyes. My breath caught in my throat.

              "Hello Dean."

              "Uh...Cas...a little thing called personal space?" He looked confused.

              "I thought you wanted this?" He pushed me back and held me down over the couch. I widen my eyes.

              "Cas! What are you doing?!" His eyes sparkled as he reached down and palmed me through my jeans. 

               "How about we have some fun, huh?" I was so hard it hurt. My jeans felt like they were cutting my dick off and I nodded, unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down to my ankles. Castiel pulled my shaft out of my boxers and started to rapidly stroke it. I leaned back, putting my hand on top of his.

                "Oh God!" He snickered and started to pull my hair. Oh God, it felt so good. I started moaning and screaming. He put his hand over my mouth and started telling me to shut up. I arched my back, but was slammed back down by Castiel. 

              "Dean! Wake up!" I opened my eyes to find a pissed off looking Castiel. I was masturbating in my sleep...and Cas saw. 

               "Um..hello?" Castiel glared at me. He looked like he wanted to punch a hole through me. 

                "What were you dreaming about, Dean?" He asked, stern and accusingly. I forgot he pretty much read minds. 

                  "I don't know what you're talking about?" My voice seemed to squeak at the end of it, turning it into a question. How was I supposed to tell Castiel that I had a crush on him? And did the angel even have feelings?

                "You took me from an extremely important meeting with my superiors. What was so urgent that you couldn't possibly wait?" I had no words. I couldn't tell him that I liked him. That was out of the equation.

               "I um, I was lonely." I looked over at a snoring Sam. Hell yeah I was lonely. He just stared at me with those blue eyes. I imagined them coming closer towards me, but it was useless. He didn't budge. God how I wanted those lips, those hands, I wanted all of him. 

               "I have to leave. Heaven needs me." And with that, he was gone. 

               "Maybe...but I need you more."

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               I found out I had slept all day. It was three in the morning when I woke up again. Sam was still asleep and it bothered me that he never woke me up.

              "Sammy. Sam, get up!" He opened his eyes, grabbing the nearest weapon.

             "What's going on?!" I glared at him, throwing the tissue box from the nightstand at him.

            "Why did you let me sleep all day?!" He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stared at me. 

             "I tried. You wouldn't wake up so I went to the library to do some research. I found out what that mark on your arm is." He looked over at the kitchenette and then back to me.

              "Well, what does it mean?" I lifted my left shirt sleeve up to reveal a handprint. It was red and puffed up like a blister.

               "It's like a brand. Like what they do with cattle. Basically once you're branded, you're tied to that person's-"

                "Soul. You are tied to their soul and nothing, not even God himself can break that bond." I almost screamed at Castiel's voice. The way he said that matter-o-factly. Like I was supposed to know.

              "How the hell did I get branded? And what son of a bitch did it?!" I was more than panicked now. I ripped off my shirt and studied it closer. Castiel came closer and fit his hand over the welt.

               "I did, Dean. I am the son of a bitch that branded you."