Dean woke the next morning with a crick in his neck. Castiel was draped across his body, one leg nestled between his thighs, his breath beating against Dean's chest. Dean smiled and kissed Castiel's cheek. Castiel stirred and opened one sleepy eye.

"Morning sleeping beauty," Dean said.

Castiel groaned. "What time is it?"

Dean glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. "It's almost eight."

Castiel sighed and snuggled closer to Dean. "Then we should sleep for at least another two hours."

"I wish, but I've gotta go to work," Dean bemoaned.

Castiel pouted a bit, but sat up. He stretched and Dean watched the muscles of his back pop and roll. He would never be able to figure out how he ended up with this guy. Cas was just so fucking amazing and it helped a lot that they had both basically admitted that they were in love with each other, whatever the hell that meant.

"What time do you have to leave?" Castiel asked, looking down at Dean.

"In about an hour and half," Dean answered, absently stroking his thumb over Castiel's thigh when the sheet slipped down a bit. "Do you hafta go in today?"

Castiel shook his head. "I don't go back till Sunday."

"Well then we have all of tonight to try out that thing you were talking bout yesterday before we went to dinner."

Castiel's face perked up and he grinned. "As long as you're up to it."

"Does it involve my ass taking another beating?" Dean asked.

"You'll have to wait and see," Castiel replied and Dean had no idea how his voice could drop an octave like that.

He smiled and sat up enough so that he could press his lips to the black ink that was on Castiel's ass. He kissed his way up the feather until he could turn Castiel around and kiss his mouth. They stayed that way for several minutes and then Dean pulled away with a, "I gotta take a shower before I go."

He got up and headed toward the bathroom, but stopped as he opened the door. He turned around to look back at Cas. "I'll be home at six. You gonna go back to your place?"

"I'd rather just stay here, if that's okay with you."

Dean shrugged. "Fine by me. You let me crash at your place last time so mi casa es su casa or whatever. Just don't mess with the shows on my DVR."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Castiel replied with a grin.

He gave Dean a long languid kiss before Dean left for work and Dean was on cloud nine the entire day, whistling to himself and drawing weird looks from the guys at work, but he didn't give a shit. He was in love, yeah actual fucking love and he didn't even try to find a secluded place to call Cas on his lunch break. He even mumbled a quick "love you" before he hung up and he could practically see Castiel's grin as Cas said, "Love you too."

When he walked through his door that evening he was surprised to find that Castiel wasn't crashing on his couch. He wasn't in the kitchen either, although Dean's pantries were stocked full of healthy shit and he smiled. Cas was the best fucking boyfriend ever. Dean finally found Castiel in the bedroom and his mouth nearly dropped open.

Castiel was sprawled out on the bed buck ass naked, but the thing that really turned Dean on was the fact that Castiel's hands were tied together by the blue silk tie that he had been wearing last night while Dean's black tie was wound about his head, covering his eyes. Dean's first thought went to Christmas cause Castiel was wrapped up all nice and pretty for him and he was already half hard in his jeans.

Castiel craned his neck in the direction of Dean as he heard the distinct sound of a belt being undone and clothing being tossed away as Dean stormed up to the bed. It dipped under him and Castiel smiled, turning his head in the general direction of Dean.

"Fucking Christ, Cas," Dean breathed as Castiel wiggled his hips invitingly.

Dean took the hit and pressed close to Castiel, kissing him soundly, just barely missing the feel of Castiel's hands in his hair. He pulled back and Castiel said, "Good day at work?"

"Not nearly as good as what I had waiting for me when I got home," Dean said, his voice gruff as he let his hands skim over Castiel's sides.

Castiel keened into Dean's touch with a little moan and that hot spike drove itself into Dean's chest again. Castiel was laid out like this for him. He was all his and the thought sent blood straight down to Dean's groin.

He scooted off Castiel and Cas looked around blindly for him, muttering, "Dean? Dean you know I can't see what you're... FUCK."

Dean grinned against Castiel's skin where he had just put an impressive bite on the inside of Castiel's thigh. Castiel groaned as Dean soothed the bruise with his tongue and he could see Castiel's arms struggling against the tie wound about his wrists. Dean put a hand over them and held Castiel's hands against the pillow as he laved his tongue over the milky white skin on the underside of Castiel's thigh.

"Lift," Dean ordered.

Castiel obeyed, lifting his legs up and holding them in the air as Dean moved his lips along each thigh, kissing and sucking, marking Castiel up. Cas hissed and his arms thumped against the sheets as Dean teased at the head of his erection, but then Dean's mouth was back on his left leg, sucking a hickey into the white skin and turning it an angry red.

"You're perfect," Dean moaned, kissing his way up Castiel's leg and capturing his lips again.

Castiel moaned into Dean's mouth and Dean had forgotten how strong Cas was. His legs were still in the air and he wasn't even shaking. Dean pulled away from Castiel's mouth and said, "Stay like that. Stay ready for me. I'm gonna fuck you open. You got that, baby?"

Castiel nodded and gasped out, "Yes Dean. Fuck yes."

Dean slid off the bed and went as quickly as he could to retrieve the lube that he had bought a few days ago. Upon finding it he scurried back to the bed and he reached a new level of aroused as he saw Castiel again, his legs raised, ready for whatever Dean wanted to do to him.

Dean popped the cap off the lube and squirted a good amount onto the fingers of his right hand. He crawled back onto the bed and trapped Castiel's wrists again before teasing at his hole, which was bared for his eager fingers. Castiel arched up and cried out. Dean shushed him with his lips as he pushed one finger into him. Castiel moaned loudly and jerked his hips. His legs fell onto Dean's shoulders as Dean added a second finger, scissoring and stretching Castiel wide as Cas began to babble.

By the time that Dean had a third finger in Castiel Cas was panting so hard that Dean was worried he might pass out from lack of breath. Dean swirled his middle finger around, brushing against Castiel's prostate and Cas inhaled sharply and fucked himself onto Dean's fingers with a new energy.

"Kiss me," Castiel demanded.

Dean did and Castiel's tongue invaded his mouth. Dean sucked on it as he added a fourth finger, making Castiel groan loudly. Castiel's knees tightened around Dean's head and he moaned, "Now Dean. Fuck. Please do it now!"

Dean kissed him again as he pulled his fingers out so that he could slick up his own dick. He sat up straighter and Castiel's legs fell off his shoulders as Cas began to tremble. Dean hitched Castiel's legs over his forearms as he angled his cock over Castiel's hole. He thrust in slowly and Castiel threw his head back, moaning loudly. Dean pushed in until he was buried as far as he could go and then he leaned forward and, with his teeth, tugged off the blindfold covering Castiel's eyes so that he could see Cas scrunch his eyes shut as he fucked him open.

"Oh Jesus. Dean!" Castiel cried out, meeting Dean's second thrust and making them both groan simultaneously.

Dean spat out the tie and leaned down to run his lips over Castiel's hard nipples, biting and tugging until he could feel Castiel's hardness pressing against his stomach. Castiel's arms strained against the tie still around them and Dean wanted him to come, wanted to hear Cas scream out his name.

"You gonna come for me?" Dean asked, breath beating against Castiel's stomach as he bent over so that he could pull out of Cas and thrust in again with more force.

"Dean," Castiel whined, biting his bottom lip hard.

Dean let go of Castiel's right thigh and grabbed the end of the tie that dangled from the knot that Castiel had somehow tied. He dragged Castiel's hands down over his head until the rested between them. Dean kissed along each of Castiel's knuckles and then sucked on the fingers of his right hand, dipping his tongue between the digits. He dropped Castiel's legs and hand altogether in favor of pumping Cas's wet cock instead. Castiel growled and braced his knees on either side of Dean's hips, squeezing as his cock twitched.

"Come on me," Dean whispered, "Want you to paint me white, want you all over me, want everyone to see that you're mine."

Castiel made an animalistic noise and he moved his still bound hands to the only part of Dean that he could reach, which happened to be his neck. He ran his fingers over the sinews as he looked up at Dean with dark eyes, pupils blown so wide that Dean couldn't even see the blue anymore. Castiel placed both his hands over Dean's heart and Dean moved in him again, making him gasp out his name.

Dean bucked against Castiel once more and then Cas was coming in hot spurts against Dean's stomach, quivering under him, his nails raking over one of Dean's nipples as Dean stroked him through his orgasm. Cas became gloriously tight around Dean's cock and it only took a few more thrusts before Dean was spilling into Castiel with a groan.

When his head cleared again he pulled out and fell onto Castiel, who was breathing slowly, his eyes closed, completely in a state of bliss. Dean kissed him softly and was surprised when Castiel mumbled, "I love you" against his lips.

"I love you too," Dean replied and damn did it feel good to say it.

He rolled off Castiel and began to untie his wrists, taking extra care when Cas hissed as the fabric of the tie slipped over the bruises that had already begun to form around Castiel's wrists. Dean kissed the darkened skin softly and then laid down beside Castiel on the bed, not even bothering to clean the cum off the sheets or his stomach as he pulled Cas to his side and carded his fingers through Castiel's hair.

"I just wanna stay here forever," Castiel said quietly, his lips brushing against Dean's chest.

"Then we will," Dean replied, "And no one will bother us and we can fuck each other until we can't stand anymore and then we'll just talk and cuddle."

Castiel snickered and said, "Cuddling, really Dean?"

"Okay fine. No cuddling then." Dean let go of Castiel and moved away so that there was a good amount of space between them.

"Oh come on, Dean," Castiel whined.

Dean didn't reply, but he let Castiel spoon up behind him and throw an arm around his waist. Castiel nuzzled the back of Dean's neck and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm all for cuddling. It's just a funny word that's all."

"Just shut up," Dean said, pressing back against Castiel as a sudden wave of tiredness swept over him.

Castiel smiled against Dean's shoulder and then threw his leg over Dean's and tugged him closer. Dean's eyes fluttered shut and he vaguely registered that Castiel was talking to him, but none of the words reached his ears as he drifted off in the strong embrace of Castiel.

Through the next few weeks Dean fell even more head over heels for Castiel than was seemingly possible. Every text, every smile, every night spent in Cas's strong arms just made that warm feeling in his chest burn hotter. He loved ending each phone conversation with, "Love you" and when Cas would murmur it to him before leaving for work it made Dean smile for the rest of the day.

With the date of Sam's wedding fast approaching things got a little hectic. Cas was definitely on the invite list now, and they had spent some time shopping for suits together, both blushing when the man at the retail counter asked if it was their wedding. Dean couldn't deny the fact that he had spent one long night seriously considering making his relationship with Cas permanent, but he couldn't find the guts to do anything more about it. It was still too soon, he told himself. He'd wait till after Sam and Jess were hitched before thinking anymore on the matter.

When the day of the actual wedding arrived, Dean was probably more nervous than Sam. He kept fidgeting while Castiel tied his tie for him. Castiel shot him a look and brushed his fingers over the lapels of Dean's suit, saying, "Relax, baby. This is Sam's big day and everything's gonna go great."

"But what if it doesn't?" Dean asked, "What if they forget their lines or the rings get lost?"

Castiel chucked and leaned up to kiss Dean softly. "If we ever walk the aisle are you going to be doubly nervous?"

Dean's eyes widened and he smiled. At least he wasn't the only person thinking long term. He grabbed Castiel's hands from where they were resting on his chest and leaned down to kiss Cas long and languid, sliding his tongue against the seam of Castiel's lips until Cas opened for him with a sigh. They spent several minutes exploring each other's mouths for the umpteenth time, stopping only when the alarm on Dean's phone went off and Led Zeppelin blared through Dean's apartment, where he and Castiel were currently staying together.

They pulled apart and Dean tipped his head forward to press their foreheads together. He sighed happily and closed his eyes. "We'd better pick out a honeymoon destination soon," he joked.

Castiel smiled and kissed Dean long again until the second alarm went off which meant that they had to get the hell outta there now or risk being late to Sam's wedding.

Although Dean wouldn't admit it, he shed a tear or two during the ceremony. Jess was a vision in white and the look on Sam's face as she walked down the aisle was worth the entire world. Dean had to laugh when Sam nearly passed out during the vow ceremony, and he could see Jess grip his hand tightly. They were pronounced man and wife and his sasquatch of a brother scooped his new bride right off her feet during the kiss. When they finally parted and turned around to the cheering crowd of relatives and friends they were both wearing grins that could rival the sun.

At the reception afterwards Dean watched with the biggest grin on his face as Sam and Jess cut the cake. They gave each other bites and Castiel leaned closer to Dean at the table they were seated at so he could whisper in his ear, "I'd shove the cake in your face so that I could lick it off later." Dean grinned wider.

Dean found Sam before the dancing started, clapping his brother on the back and then pulling him in for a bone crushing hug, saying, "Mom and dad would be proud."

Sam swallowed and then smiled sadly. "Thanks, Dean," he whispered before yanking Dean into another hug.

Dean pulled back with a stately nod and then pushed Sam toward the dance floor with a, "Now get out there and find your new Mrs."

Sam grinned at him before going over and taking Jess's hand. Dean put his hands in the pockets of his pants, rocking back and forth to the slow beat of the music as he watched Sam and Jess dancing together slowly. It was so wonderful to see Sammy so happy and Dean was sure that his smile was never going to leave his face tonight.

There was a soft hand on his elbow and Dean looked over to see Castiel's smiling face. The near permanent smile grew larger and Dean took Castiel's offered hand, letting Cas lead him onto the dance floor. It was a little awkward at first seeing as Dean wasn't really one for dancing, and he and Cas were both dudes so they had to take a moment to find where hands went. They got lost in the music easily enough however and soon everything was fading into the background as both Dean's hands came to rest on Castiel's hips.

He pulled Cas closer to him as a slower song came on. Castiel looped his arms around Dean's neck and they pressed close together, swaying in time to the slow beat. Castiel leaned his head against the crook of Dean's neck, his chin resting on his shoulder and Dean pressed their cheeks together, imagining for a minute that this was their wedding and that the cab waiting outside was there to take them away to Disneyland where they could kiss at the camera on each roller coaster.

When the music ended Dean and Castiel stayed pressed together a little longer than was necessary and when Dean finally pulled away he kissed Castiel for a few minutes before letting him go completely. Castiel gave Dean a smile that was only meant for him before he went over to get a couple of glasses of punch for them.

The rest of the night was a pleasant blur of happiness and Dean was damn tuckered out by the time that he and Castiel finally stumbled back to his apartment. Their suits and ties were scattered about the walkway as they trudged to Dean's bedroom, plopping down on the bed with contented sighs.

"Damn," Dean breathed, stretching lazily and popping his back.

Castiel smiled at him from where he was draped across the foot of the bed. He crawled his way up the sheets and flopped over Dean's body, one leg between Dean's and his head resting under Dean's chin as he said, "I'm sure your brother is going to be very happy with Jess."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, she's a hell of a woman. They're a match made in heaven."

Castiel nodded and then pressed a kiss to the underside of Dean's jaw. Dean rolled them so that Castiel could spoon up behind him. He melted into Castiel's embrace and sighed happily when Cas draped his arm over his hip. Castiel pressed small kisses onto the back of Dean's neck, murmuring softly, so soft that Dean didn't catch anything he said. A small part of him wanted to ask what it was, but he was too damn tired to do anything but just close his eyes and fall asleep to Castiel's steady breathing.

Sam certainly kept Dean updated on what he and Jess were doing on their honeymoon. His phone went off nearly every other hour with a new picture. Sam and Jess lounging by the seaside, Sam miming a kiss with a hermit crab, Jess smiling at Sam while dipping her toes in the surf. By the time Sam and Jess's flight home came, Dean was so close to sending Sam a picture of him and Castiel doing an old fashioned 69 just to make his brother stop.

Dean and Castiel's relationship had steadily been getting more serious as the months went by. They switched off from sleeping at each other's apartments and they'd even developed those little quirks that couples get after being together for a while. Dean learned what each of Castiel's little expressions meant, the tiny sighs he gave each night when the fell into bed together. Cas also knew now that Dean loved the weekends and that he needed at least one burger a week to keep from going insane, and that Dean was actually one of the biggest post sex cuddlers ever.

They were doing just that when Castiel's phone went off, loudly blaring some pop music through Dean's apartment. He wiggled his way out of Dean's arms and grabbed it, answering with a gravelly, "Hello?"

There was a loud voice on the other end of the phone and Dean could hear a clear, "Cassie!"

Castiel angled the phone away from his ear and then said, "Gabriel?"

Dean raised his eyes at Castiel and Cas shrugged, listening to his brother intently and occasionally saying, "Yeah. Sure." His brow furrowed and he looked over at Dean saying, "I'm at my boyfriend's house... Yes I have a boyfriend. No it's not an open relationship. Jesus Gabe." Castiel made an apologetic face at Dean and then his eyes shifted to the left as his brow furrowed a bit more.

He covered the speaker of the phone and said to Dean, "Gabriel wants us to come over to dinner."

Dean raised his eyebrows again and set his chin on Castiel's thigh, musing, "I'm cool with it."

"Dean said that's cool," Castiel said into the phone. He looked annoyed for a second and then sighed, "Fine, but only if Jack stays down."

Castiel hung up and Dean inquired, "Who's Jack? Gabe's boy toy?"

Castiel snorted. "No, he's his corgi. Gabriel wants to have us come to his apartment. He says he's going to treat us to a," Cas made air quotes with his fingers, "'fine dining' experience, which means sandwiches and soda."

"Hey as long as it's free food I'm all for it," Dean commented, nuzzling his nose against Castiel's hip.

It turned out that Gabriel was going to serve sandwiches as he told Castiel in a text, also asking what kind of sandwich they wanted. Castiel's phone went off several more times after that, once an accidental butt dial from Gabe. Castiel told Dean that the texts were actually mostly Gabriel asking about what kinky sex positions he and Dean had tried.

"Does Gabriel know about your job?" Dean asked as he washed caked egg off a pan in the sink.

Castiel swallowed his bit of toast before saying, "He does. He's pretty cool with it, he's had his share of oddball jobs. Even did a little time at a phone sex company."

Dean chuckled and said, "Well if he sounds anything like you I'm sure he was great at it."

"He was actually fired after five minutes," Castiel replied, taking a lazy sip of his coffee.

The corners of Dean's mouth quirked up and he commented, "You know we should add phone sex to the list of things to do when we're both horny as hell."

Castiel snorted into his coffee cup and Dean could practically hear him roll his eyes. He wiggled his hips a bit and Castiel seemed to get the idea, coming up to press against Dean's back, winding his arms around Dean's waist, and whispering against Dean's neck.

"Our list of things to do while having sex is going to become very long, isn't it?"

Dean nodded and turned off the faucet with a squeak, wiping his hands on the dishtowel before twisting in Castiel's grip and pressing their lips together. He invaded Cas's mouth with his tongue and Castiel groaned, sucking on Dean's tongue a few times and circling his hips so that they ground into Dean's ever so slightly.

"How long do we have before we hafta go to your brother's?" Dean mumbled against Castiel's already swollen lips.

"About three hours," Castiel replied, nipping at Dean's bottom lip.

"More than enough time," Dean growled.

He pushed Castiel away so that he could drag him back toward his bedroom. Castiel's t-shirt disappeared before he even entered the room and Dean's vanished soon after. They took a few moments to just kiss lazily, pressed together and then Dean was yanking Castiel's pants down and his own.

"I think now would be a good time to try out one of the items on our sex list," Dean mused before going to suck at one of Castiel's nipples.

Castiel groaned loudly and then asked, "And what would that be?"

Dean leaned closer to Cas, nibbling at his left earlobe before he whispered into Castiel's ear. Cas inhaled sharply and pushed Dean away to look at him with wide eyes. Dean gave him a grin and then pushed him back onto the bed, straddling Castiel's stomach.

"How should we do it?" Dean asked, trailing a finger down Castiel's stomach and smiling at the way the muscles clenched.

"Like this," Castiel replied, grabbing Dean and turning him so that they were lying side by side.

They stripped off their boxers and then Dean grabbed the lube from where it was sitting on the bedside table. He placed it on the pillow and then leaned in to kiss Castiel, thrusting his tongue into the other man's mouth and savoring the way that Cas moaned in response.

Dean snuck a hand down to caress the jut of Castiel's hip, thumb swiping over the thin skin as he said, "You're so fucking gorgeous, baby."

Castiel mmmed against his mouth and pressed closer to Dean so that their erections brushed together ever so slightly. They both groaned and Dean reached up to pop open the cap of the lube. He spread some of it over his fingers and then handed the bottle to Cas, who did the same. They locked eyes and then Castiel pressed his lips to Dean's again as his slick fingers inched down Dean's body.

At the first press of Castiel's fingers at his entrance Dean gasped. His hips bucked a bit as Castiel slid one, long finger inside him. Fuck. He was gonna have to pull himself together if he was going to reciprocate. He shook his head and then moved so that he could swiped his thumb at Castiel's hole.

Castiel let out a little breathy sigh and raised his leg, draping it over Dean's and yanking Dean closer as Dean pushed his finger inside. They both twirled their digits at the same time and a collective moan filled the room. Dean sought out Castiel's mouth and nipped at his bottom lip as he inserted a second finger into Cas.

Castiel's breath hitched and for a second Dean thought he was going to pull out and just let Dean finger him, but then a second finger joined the one inside Dean and Dean had to let go of Castiel's lip lest he bite down too hard because fuck this was awesome. He could see each tiny expression shift over Castiel's face as he began scissoring his fingers, the way that Cas's cheeks were flushed, the wetness on his lips.

Dean kissed those lips again. He twisted his pointer finger around to brush against Castiel's prostate as he whispered, "You gonna let me make you come first?"

Castiel's expression shifted and he moved even closer to Dean so that their chests heaved against each other with each breathe. Dean's eyes went wide as a third finger found its way into him without warning.

"Shit, Cas," he moaned as Castiel worked him open.

Castiel pressed a kiss to the underside of Dean's jaw, growling, "I'll fuck you open before you can make me come. Stretch you so wide with just my fingers, stretch and pry until you're begging for me."

Dean gulped and then he was adding a third finger, matching Castiel's movements, stretching him wide as Castiel's fingers did the same in him. The air was filled with their ragged breaths for a bit and then Dean was kissing Castiel softly, murmuring against his lips, "I fucking love you."

"I love you too, Dean," Castiel replied before crying out, "Oh fuck Dean! Right there!"

Dean moved his finger again and Castiel gargled loudly, his fingers inside Dean stilling as Castiel began clenching around him. He felt the hot spurts of semen against his stomach and he grinned in triumph as Castiel's body went lip, his fingers sliding out of Dean.

"So much for fucking me open before you come," Dean mumbled, pressing a kiss to the pale column of Castiel's throat.

Castiel's eyebrows lowered and then he was scooting down the bed until he was face to face with Dean's erection. Dean thought for a moment that he was about to be treated to a blow job, but Castiel's strong hands flipped him instead so that he was lying with his ass in the air.

Castiel angled Dean's ass even higher and then he gripped Dean's thighs tightly. Dean gasped as he felt cool breath near his already wide hole and then Jesus Fuck that was most definitely Castiel's tongue. Dean moaned loudly as Castiel's wet tongue probed into him, licking and shit, Castiel's whole mouth was over Dean's hole now and he was sucking. Fucking hell Cas was sucking.

Dean's hips jerked as Castiel suddenly pulled away, choosing instead to lick at the swell of Dean's balls, creating a wet stripe along the skin before thrusting his tongue back into Dean. Dean groaned and rocked back slightly, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly, knuckles white.

Castiel added a finger, swirling it around as he pressed light kisses against Dean's ass, nipping at the left cheek while swiping the pad of his finger over Dean's prostate. Dean was so close that it hurt. That fire was building in his veins and he just needed that little extra bit of stimulation to...

"Fuck!" Dean groaned as Castiel's tongue came back to tease at his hole.

"Gonna come for me?" Castiel purred.

"Yes," Dean panted, "Christ. Yes, Cas. Cas please."

Dean felt a puff of air blow into his abused hole and he swayed a bit, pressing his face into the sheets as he put his ass higher, hoping that Castiel would get the message. He seemed to as that sinful tongue of his swept back into Dean, laving around the muscles and making Dean cry out.

"Shit, Cas! I'm gonna..."

His words got lost as he orgasmed, his mind going white as the pleasure coursed through his system. When he finally came down he dimly registered that Castiel was kneading his ass in his palms and pressing kisses to the ring of muscles around Dean's entrance.

Eventually Castiel made his way back up the bed, kissing each of Dean's shoulders before dropping onto the sheets next to him with a happy smile. Dean grabbed Castiel's hand, intertwining their fingers as he said, "Shit, Cas that was awesome."

Castiel grinned and then commented, "I'm guessing that we can cross that off our list as well?"

Dean pursed his lips. "For me yes, but I think I'd like to repay the favor to you in the future."

Castiel's eyes darkened a bit at the suggestion and he licked his lips. Dean chased Castiel's tongue back into his mouth with his own and they spent several minutes just kissing slowly, sucking and nipping and Dean could hear Cas mumble that L-word more than once as their breath mingled.

Before they left for Gabriel's Dean spent some time online browsing for something that he wanted to add to their new list of kinky sex ideas. He had to make sure that Castiel didn't suddenly jump him from behind, because he wanted this to be a surprise and he couldn't help the little evil grin that spread across his face when he found the perfect one. He placed the order, deleting his interest history afterwards, not that Cas was going to go snooping on his computer, but he couldn't be too careful.

Gabriel's apartment was quite a contrast to Castiel's neat one. There were clothes everywhere and Gabriel kicked a pile of them aside to try and clear a pathway as he led Dean and Castiel into his kitchen. Jack the corgi followed close at his heels and Dean had never particularly liked dogs, but there was something rather hilarious about this one. Jack looked like a sausage on four legs, a sausage that drooled and tried to hump your leg, but a sausage nonetheless.

"Down, Jack," Castiel commanded as the dog began jumping Dean's leg.

Dean gave Jack a quick pat before following Castiel into the kitchen where three chairs stood around a rather beat up table. Castiel pulled one out and offered it to Dean, who shot him a glare of, "really pulling out the chair?" Castiel just gave him a smile and looked to make sure that Gabriel was preoccupied with the dinner so that he could give Dean's ass a quick squeeze before forcing him down into the chair, casually taking the one next to it as Gabriel came over, toting three sandwiches that were each massive.

Gabriel plopped one down in front of Dean, one for Cas and then a ridiculously large BLT for himself. He slumped down in the chair and grinned broadly at Dean before winking at Castiel and remarking, "You done good baby bro. He's quite a catch."

Dean's eyebrows lowered and he was about to say something, when Cas beat him to it, remarking, "Dean is not a fish, Gabriel."

Gabriel snorted and spoke through a mouthful of sandwich, "Whatever." He swallowed and then said, "So how long have you two been going at it?"

"About three months," Castiel said, meticulously cutting his sandwich in half.

"And things are kinky and fabulous, right?" Gabriel asked with a smile.

"If they are it's none of your business," Dean growled at him.

He had expected Gabriel to be like this, a bit of a dick, but mostly a tease. And that fucking grin that seemed to be permanently stuck on his face was really starting to piss Dean off. He tucked into his sandwich, keeping his eyes down on his plate and half listening as Gabriel and Cas discussed Jack's new diet, which wasn't working. At least the sandwich was decent and Gabe had root beer, which, if he had to have soda, was Dean's favorite.

When Castiel finished with one half of his sandwich, he excused himself and headed for the bathroom. Gabriel watched him leave and then Dean found himself staring into the golden eyes of Castiel's brother and his blood went cold because, fuck, Gabriel suddenly looked like he was going to peel his skin off layer by layer.

Dean gulped and tried not to flinch as Gabriel leaned forward and hissed, "You listen to me hotshot, Castiel is my baby brother, and we don't exactly have a dad that comes around every Saturday for barbeques, so Cas is my responsibility, and if you are fucking him for any reason other than the fact that you genuinely like him, I will not hesitate to hunt you down and give you a good look at your insides."

Dean put his hands up and stuttered, "Easy. Cas is one of the greatest guys that I've ever met, if not the greatest. And there's no hidden agendas going on or anything like that."

Gabriel gave Dean an unconvinced look and Dean almost let slip that he was actually considering making Cas a permanent part of his life because he was fucking in love with him, but Castiel had come back into the room. He looked with confusion at Dean and then at Gabriel, one eyebrow raised. Gabriel sat back in his chair, still glaring at Dean with his freaky ass golden eyes and Dean wondered if strange eyes ran in the family.

Castiel sat down again and there were several minutes of awkward silence until Castiel asked, "Have you heard from Michael recently?"

Gabriel snorted and swirled his soda in the wine glasses that he had provided for the evening. "Do you really think Mikey would be talking to me?"

Castiel made a face and Dean asked, "Michael? How many siblings do you guys have?"

"There's four of us total," Gabriel informed Dean with a passive wave of his hand, "And there would have been more if dad hadn't decided to run off with that bitch from Barbados."

"Gabriel," Castiel sighed.

"What?" Gabriel growled, giving Cas a challenging look.

Castiel's eyes darted over to Dean and he said softly, "We don't need to bother Dean with family matters."

"No it's fine," Dean interrupted.

"Well I don't think so," Castiel said.

"It's cool, Cas," Dean told him, putting a hand on his thigh under the table, "Besides I wanna know more bout your family."

Castiel gave Dean a smile Gabriel groaned. "God you guys are making me sick."

"Michael," Castiel continued, ignoring Gabriel, "is my and Gabriel's oldest brother. He's a CEO."

"Got his ugly ass face on the cover of like five magazines already," Gabriel interjected, "But does he ever come by for sandwiches? No. He's too busy shoving that stick further up his nicely suited ass."

Castiel glared at Gabriel and Dean commented, "I take it you guys aren't close."

"Not at all, Dean-o," Gabriel replied, and Dean wasn't sure how to respond to the new nickname. Gabriel continued, "Michael left after dad did and he's been gone ever since. Only came round once for a Christmas like five years ago and it was just to grab his favorite mug from the cupboard. I mean the guy's filthy rich, practically rollin' in the dough, and he's not married or any shit like that, but he's too much of a dick to send some of that cash he bathes with to put his little sis through college."

Gabriel ended with a growl and then slumped back in his seat. Jack whined from where he was lying and then jumped up in Gabriel's lap, flicking slobber over the table as he wobbled on his short legs. Gabriel gave him a shove. "Get off me you stupid, mutt." Jack jumped back down onto the floor and then Dean felt something heavy and furry drape over his feet. He ignored the dog as Cas spoke again.

"Anna is doing fine. We don't need to worry Michael about the money for her education."

"Yeah?" Gabriel snapped, "And what about his brother who's working as a fucking stripper so that Anna can have that God damn money!"

Castiel was quiet and he looked down at his hands, which were clenched tightly in his lap. Gabriel huffed and Dean wasn't sure it he was supposed to defend Castiel. Hell, if he didn't have one of the cheapest paying jobs on the fucking planet he'd definitely give the Novaks the extra money they needed so that Cas wouldn't have to go to work in his birthday suit anymore.

Gabriel finally broke the silence. "It doesn't matter anyway. He's never gonna change and you're careful Cas and you make good money, so hey! Everybody's happy." He got up and grabbed Dean's empty plate. "If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go clean up."

He sulked into the kitchen and Dean turned to Cas. He leaned close so that he could press a soft kiss to Castiel's temple. Cas leaned into the touch and sighed. Dean was surprised when long fingers guided his lips to chapped ones and he let Castiel kiss him softly for a few moments.

"Thank you, Dean," Castiel breathed and Dean's heart clenched up a bit.

He kissed Cas again as an answer and then his phone went off. "Fuck," he mumbled, pulling it out and frowning when he say that it was Sammy. He got up, saying to Cas, "I gotta get this, it's Sam."

Castiel nodded at him and Dean bit his lip, because there was something sad in Castiel's eyes. He brushed his fingers down Castiel's cheek and cupped his chin in his hand, ignoring the second round of music from his phone as he brought Castiel's lips to his again, whispering, "We're gonna do whatever you want when we get back to my place, okay?"

Castiel nodded and Dean gave him one final kiss before going into the sitting room and answering the phone with a, "I'm a little busy right now, Sam, so this has gotta be quick."

"Oh," Sam replied, "Well in that case," Sam took a deep breath, "Dean, you're gonna be an uncle."

Dean's eyes went wide and he stuttered, "What?"

"Jess and I are having a baby."

A wide grin split Dean's face and he cried, "Sam you dog! Jesus man! That's great! Boy or girl?"

Sam laughed. "It's way too soon to tell, Dean. But if it's a girl, I'm gonna make you put bows in her hair."

"You will not," Dean retorted, his face still stuck in a smile. "But seriously, Sammy, that's awesome. You gotta keep me posted okay?"

"I will," Sam told him.

"Sam," Dean said, before his brother could hang up.

"Yeah?"

"You're gonna make a great dad."

The line was silent and then Sam said softly, "Thanks, Dean." He cleared his through and then said, "Now I believe you said that you had something that you were doing?"

"Yeah, yeah. See ya, Sammy."

He hung up and then went back into the kitchen. Castiel raised his eyebrows as he noticed Dean's large grin and Dean had to make sure he didn't say that they were going to be uncles as he said, "Sam and Jess are having a kid."

Castiel's face lit up and he said, "That's great Dean!"

"What's great?" Gabriel asked from where he was fishing another soda out of the fridge.

"Dean's brother is having a baby," Castiel informed him as his brother came back to sit with his feet propped up on the table.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow and then commented, "By the looks of what you two were doing after I left, there will probably be two babies on the way." He looked cockily at Dean, "Hope you don't get morning sickness."

"If I do I'll be sure to vomit on you," Dean retorted.

Castiel stood up and both Gabriel's and Dean's eyes watched him as he brushed himself off, scattering more of Jack's hair onto the messy floor. "It's getting late," he mumbled, looking at Dean, "We should go."

"Yeah, sure," Dean said. He turned to Gabriel and extended a hand. "Well thanks."

Gabriel shook Dean's hand with more force than necessary. He made sure that Castiel was out of earshot before he snarled, "You better treat my brother good or I will hunt down your ass."

"Don't worry," Dean told him, "Castiel is number one on my list right now so as long as you don't tear off my head on the way out."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes but gave Dean a pat on the back anyway as Dean turned around to follow Castiel out. Cas waved goodbye to his brother and then to Jack, who was barking his head off. Dean heard Gabriel yell at the dog to "shut the fucking hell up" as Castiel shut the door.

The drive back to Dean's apartment was quiet. Castiel watched the lights of the city passing by, his eyes reflecting the brightness. Dean sought out his hand on the seat and gripped it tightly the rest of the drive. When they got into Dean's apartment Castiel shrugged off his coat and headed toward the bathroom.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower," he said as he started shrugging off his shirt.

"Okay," Dean said, not sure if he was supposed to wait or not.

His question was answered when Castiel said, "You're going to join me."

Dean raised his eyebrows, pursing his lips. "That works."