A/N

Okay, so in this chapter, there is going to be S M U T. It will be noticeable when it starts cause it will say something like TIME SKIP or WARNING: S M U T or START in BOLD LETTERS. And you will know when it ends cause I will have it bolded saying END. So if you don't feel comfortable with S M U T, then you can skip that part of the story.

Just thought I should warn ya'll!!

NIKO!!!

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--One year, and five months Later--

Dean sighed heavily, shutting the door to his Chevy Impala. Castiel has been gone for more than a year, God only knows where. But after about a year, it didn't bother Dean anymore as much. 

But that didn't mean the angel still crossed his mind when he thought about him.

Then one sunny, August day, that is when Deans world got turned upside down. When Castiel, Deans beloved angel, came back.

Dean was looking around the abandoned parking lot in front of an abandoned store, waiting for Sam. But, as it turned out, Castiel drove up stealthy behind Deans car in his sleek gold/yellow 1976 Lincoln. Getting out, Castiel squinted at the sun harsh glare.

"Hello, Dean," the angel said, walking over toward the hunter.

"Cass?" Dean asked, whipping around to face Castiel, very unsure what to make of this.

Castiel gave a curt nod, stopping three feet in front of Dean. "Dean, I'm-" Castiel got interrupted when Dean enveloped the angel in a hug. "God, I missed you Cass,"

Castiel was tense at first, then relaxed as he hugged the hunter back. "I missed you very much, too, Dean," Castiel mumbled.

Dean pulled away, but still held on to Castiel by the shoulders, looking into his blue eyes. "Where have you been?" Dean asked, forehead crinkling with concern.

"I've... been around," Castiel said, dodging the question, answering it with an incomplete answer.

Dean grew suspicious, but let it go.

"At least you're not dead or anything..." Dean said, chuckling nervously at his own, very lame joke.

Castiel didn't find it funny. If anything, he found I confusing since that Dean seemed to have a death wish. But Castiel didn't say anything.

"Where have you been all this time?" Dean said in a low voice. Castiel took a minute to respond. "I have been in Heaven," he finally said. "Fixing what has been shattered by Metatron, Lucifer, and myself. Mostly from what I have done." Castiel admitted.

Dean looked at the angel. "Well, I am glad that your safe," Dean hugged the angel again, this time with a lot more love and affection. "What do you say we head back to the Bunker?"

Castiel nodded after a moment. "I'd like that,"

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As they drove their separate vehicles up to the Bunker, and parked them in the garage, Dean lead Castiel into the map room where Sam was sitting at his laptop.

"Sammy, guess who's back?" Dean said enthusiastically. Sam glanced up, not wanting to be disturbed from his research, but did a double take when he saw Castiel.

"I-is that really you Cass?" Sam said, standing up and walking around the giant table. Castiel nodded. "Yes, it is really me, Sam." Castiel confirmed as Sam hugged the angel.

Dean grew slightly possessive, just because Sam was hugging Castiel. "Alright, let the man breath, Sammy," Dean said through his teeth. "I'm going to show him his room while he's here."

"I remember what ro-" Castiel started before Dean cut him off. "I'm going to show you to your room," Dean repeated more firmly, hoping Castiel took the hint. He probably did, but Dean didn't care as he ushered the angel towards the corridors and to Castiels' room.

Once they got a safe distance from Sam, and that he made sure Sam would be out there for some time, Dean pushed Castiel up against the wall.

~S T A R T~

"D-Dean, what are you doing?" Castiel asked sheepishly. Dean gave a grin. "What I do best," at that, Dean crushed his lips roughly against Castiels', taking the angels breath away as he gave a slight gasp. Dean took that gasp to his advantage, slipping his tongue into Castiel's mouth and exploring.

Dean fumbled with the door knob to Castiels' room. Once the door was opened beside them, Dean broke the kiss off and lead Castiel into the room, closing and locking the door behind himself. Dean took off his maroon button down long sleeved shirt and tossed it aside like a rag doll, showing a well fitted, black tee. Castiel, catching the hint, took off his tan trench coat and black suited coat. 

Dean licked his lips slowly, vaguely and very subtle, like he didn't even do it at all. "You know how long I have been waiting for you? How many prayers I have sent to you?" Dean asked, walking slowly forward. As Dean walked, Castiel's calves hit up against the bed as he backed up nervously, and his knees buckled so now he was sitting on the bed.

"Um, yes, actually." Castiel said.

"So why didn't you answer them?" Dean asked as he stopped in front of Castiel. "I-I don't know. I was not in the right frame of mind then and I didn't want to have you tortured by that."

Dean gave a small nod, looking around. Then he finally made eye contact with Castiel. "I love you, Cass. Always have. I've just been to afraid to admit to it." Dean mumbled as he bent down and planted a kiss on Castiels' lips. Dean adjusted Castiels legs to where he was between them. Dean started to unbutton, one by one, Castiels dress shirt slowly.

Castiel gave a slight shiver as the air nipped at his bare chest, but warmed when Deans hands rubbed there.

"Are you ready?" Dean breathed into Castiel's ear. He tipped his head up and locked eyes with Dean as he slowly nodded, stripping Dean of his shirt within a few seconds flat.

Dean took a step back to let Cass up as they both fumbled with their belts and buttons to take off their pants. As Dean stepped out of his jeans, Castiel was on top of him, on the bed within the next couple of miliseconds.

"You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this," Castiel said. "But, you dont dream because you dont sleep..." Dean trailed off. Castiel rolled his blue eyes. "Day dreaming," He specified with a slight chuckle.

Castiel held Dean's hands above his head on the bed, and used his other hand to trail down his body toward his underwear. Sliding the it off, Dean was fully exposed, and with his erection.

"Gonna take care of you, Dean. Not gonna stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name." Castiel rasps, voice thick with an undeniable sense of hunger.

"Shit." Dean breathes, dropping his head back against the bundle of pillows with a small huff of air.

Castiel slipped his own underwear off within seconds.

Castiel moved forward until his hips are bumping up against Deans' ass. It's a difficult position, they've both figured this out, but they prefer to watch each other anyways.  Castiel palms along the mattress, grasping the two items necessary and tearing the condom package open with his teeth. 

 With one hand positioned on the side of Louis' head, he slips on the latex with minimum difficulty and spreads a royal amount of lube, both of which Dean had in a drawer, out over the condom to help him slide in easier without hurting Dean.

"Ready?" Castiel whispers hoarsely, grasping the base of his cock to keep himself steady as he lines up against Deans' hole. He pushes himself in slowly without waiting for a reaction, since he knows that Dean is ready and he definitely won't be replying to that question anyways.

"Damn, you're tight." He mutters once the head of his shaft as eased itself in, pushing in a bit deeper and watching the way that Deans' thighs tremble on either side of his hips. 

 When he's buried to the hilt, he falls forwards to prop himself up on either side of the older boy's head with his messy, damp hair falling over to curtain his blue eyes. Dean lifts his own shaking hands, pushing his hair out of his face and coaxing him down into a slow, languid kiss that left them both shuddering and gasping from the impact it had on them both. 

 Castiel pulls out halfway, snapping them forwards again almost immediately. The punch behind his hips is enough to make Dean gasp out Castiels' name, his body jerking up a bit along the bed because it has definitely been a while.

Their bodies are both slick with a sheen layer of sweat, making the friction between their grinding bodies that much hotter.

Their breath mingles between the couple, eyelashes fluttering and noses bumping with each. Harry is pretty sure that he's about to die because of how hot this room is.

"Mmf." Dean mumbles, dropping his head back against the fluffy pillows beneath his head and gasping in sync with each one of Castiel's thrusts forwards. The snap of his hips left Dean's thighs trembling, his back arching up off of the bed in an attempt to get him deep.

When Deans' hand slides between their bodies to grasp at his cock, Castiel's hips jolt forwards suddenly and rub up against his prostate hard enough that his jaw drops into a silent scream. His eyelashes flutter, back arching like something from the exorcist and Castiel thinks that he's never seen something more beautiful than Dean beneath him just letting him take.

"F-fuck, you can't do that shit." Dean gasps when Castiel finally relents, pulling back a bit to release the pressure on that sweet spot inside of him.

The dark-haired boy merely smirks lazily down Dean, the fingers of his right hand curling around Deans' wrist that was still latched onto his cock. "Want you to come from just this, Dean." He mumbled, his words a bit slurred from that of ecstasy.

Dean whines, all high-pitched and loud, and Castiel thinks that he hears someone Walking in the bunker.

They weren't quiet. The bed is loud and creaky and the headboard hits against the wall loud enough that Castiel thinks that that's all he's going to be able to hear for the next two weeks (that and Deans' moans). 

Their breathing his heavy and Deans' hands are still being pressed into the mattress from the firm hold that Castiel has on them, "I-I'm g-gonna come-"

Dean spills out across his chest a moment later, his thighs trembling from the after shock and Castiel can't really help the way that his hands immediately wrap themselves around the flesh. He presses his thumbs into the insides hard enough to form bruises, pushing his shaking legs up against his chest and snapping his hips forwards harder. 

Castiel fucks Dean down into the mattress, and someone knocking on the door was enough to send them both spiraling down along the path of being high.

Castiel's pace is ruthless, the sound of slapping skin echoing across the empty room and he as he grinds down harder against Deans' sweet spot buried deep inside of him, he just comes. The green-eyed boy has tears leaking from his eyes from the over stimulation, small gasps escaping his swollen lips and hands kneading against the sides of Castiel's back. 

 He jolts a bit when he feels the body above him freeze suddenly, his obscene, lips parting as he spills inside of the condom. After Castiel rides out his high with a few more thrusts, he drops down on top of Deans' chest with a huff of air. The knocking had stopped at least five minutes ago, and Deans' chest was heaving with each breath that he took.

"You.. alright?" Castiel panted after a moment, pressing his face into the dip of Deans' shoulder and breathing him in deeply. Dean nodded his head vaguely. "That was... awesome,"

~~END~~